Magical Love con't
The next few days passed much the same. Matt continued to stay in the guest room, letting Tristan use his room and borrow his clothes. Zac continued to give them both a wide berth and shut himself up in his study each morning. Matt and Tristan spent a lot of time getting to know each other and Matt entertained Tristan with stories of Zac as a child. They spent hours playing board games, even convincing Carter to join in now and then. And each day they took every opportunity they had to make Zac jealous. Everytime Zac happened by them, Matt would make a point of putting his arm around Tristan or hang on his shoulder to whisper in his ear.
Finally, after three days of this Matt had had enough. The afternoon of the third day, Matt and Tristan were sitting in the kitchen enjoying some cookies that Carter had baked that morning. Tristan jumped when Matt suddenly slammed his fist on the table. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Zac is driving me crazy! Dammit, he should be responding with more than just closing himself up in that study of his. I know it’s making him crazy seeing you with me. Why doesn’t he DO something?” He ran his fingers through his blonde hair in frustration. “What we need to do is corner him and then…” he trailed off as Zac entered the room. He saw Zac’s eyes slide over him and settle on Tristan. Suddenly struck by the craziest idea he’d ever had in his life, Matt jumped to his feet. He grabbed Tristan’s chin and kissed him for all he was worth. Seconds later, Matt was lying on the kitchen floor, his head spinning, and he thought he saw little stars floating above him.
“Stay away from my boyfriend,” Zac growled. His eyes were hard and his jaw tense as he glared at his brother. He turned to Tristan, who had leapt to his feet when Matt went down, and pulled the redhead against him. “No one kisses you but me,” he said in a slightly gentler tone, before placing his lips on Tristan’s.
Tristan melted into Zac. He’d been missing Zac’s touch so much. He opened his mouth to accept the tongue that was pressing at the seam of his lips.
Matt rubbed his jaw and climbed to his feet. Carter was standing next to him, frozen in place, and staring at the kissing men. Matt grabbed Carter by his ear and pulled him toward the door. “Let’s let the lovebirds alone. Our work here is done.” With that, he pulled Carter out of the room.
Zac backed Tristan up against the table. With a sweep of his hand, he knocked everything out of his way and pushed Tristan down on the tabletop. Then he broke the kiss, leaving Tristan gasping for breath, and tore Tristan’s shirt off. Lowering his head, he caught a nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Tristan moaned and his back arched. Zac moved his hands to Tristan’s pants and tore at the fastening. When it finally opened he pushed both the pants and the boxers that were underneath down and out of his way.
Tristan gasped again in surprise as he felt Zac’s hot mouth close over him. His body had responded to Zac’s kiss instantly and he was more than ready to thrust against Zac’s mouth. Suddenly, the warm moist heat was gone and he whimpered in frustration. Then he yelped in surprise as he was pulled to standing, spun around, and pushed down to bend over the table. “Feels so good,” he ground out as he felt Zac pushing a finger inside him. He vaguely wondered where Zac had gotten the lube, but he couldn’t really care at the moment. His hips began moving against Zac’s hand.
Behind him, Zac smiled. He slid a second finger in and used his other hand to free himself from his jeans. Moments later he replaced his fingers with his hard throbbing cock. “Tristan,” he moaned as he slid deep inside. He thrust slowly at first, letting Tristan get used to the feel of him.
Tristan gripped the edge of the table and bit his lip to keep from screaming. When he’d realized that Zac was going to enter him, he’d expected it to hurt but Zac had started running his hands up and down his back and chest, completely distracting him from any discomfort. He moved his hips in rhythm with Zac’s, thrusting back against the taller man wildly. He gasped aloud when he felt Zac’s hand snake around his waist to grab his hardness and stroke it. “Zac,” he panted, “I can’t take much more of that.”
“That’s the point,” Zac answered, pushing harder against Tristan. He moved his hand in time with his hips and he could feel the tension building in Tristan. Zac ran a thumb over the tip of Tristan’s cock and was rewarded by a shudder that went through Tristan’s whole body. Repeating the action again, he felt Tristan’s release filling his hand. Tristan’s muscles tightened around him and Zac felt himself join Tristan in ecstasy.
Zac leaned forward against Tristan’s back and placed a kiss upon it. “I love you and you are mine. I must have been crazy to think that I could just walk away from you. It’s been utter torture these past few days.”
Tristan turned his head to look back at Zac. “What the hell took you so long? Matt and I were giving up hope that you’d ever react to our plan.”
Zac stood and pulled Tristan with him. “Plan?” he asked quizzically as he turned to the sink to wash off. Tristan followed him and wrapped his arms around Zac’s back. “Yes, plan. Matt and I only spent so much time together to make you jealous. We hoped if you saw us getting closer you’d get jealous and come after me.”
“Guess it worked. I’ll have to tell Matt I’m sorry for that punch though.”
“Yeah.” Tristan pushed close to Zac, nuzzling against his back. “I missed you. And I love you too.”
Zac turned in Tristan’s arms and, placing his hands on the redhead’s ass, he pulled Tristan close. Tristan wriggled against him and Zac felt himself becoming aroused again. He groaned when Tristan ground his hips forward and ran a hand across his nipples. “Tristan…”
“Hmmm?” Tristan murmured. His lips were now moving along Zac’s neck.
“I think… ah, that feels good… I think we’d better take this up…upstairs,” Zac said hoarsely.
“What? Oh, right,” Tristan jumped back. He’d forgotten they were still in the kitchen. “Wait a minute, didn’t you just strip me and push me on that table? What’s wrong with here? Matt and Carter will stay out. They know we’re here.”
Zac flushed. “Well, that was just… I mean… it was just kind of a spur-of-the-moment. I, uh, I couldn’t help myself. I saw Matt kiss you and it just made me crazy.” Suddenly, he grabbed Tristan and pulled him close again. “I don’t know what’s going to happen next, I mean, with me being heir and all. I know my parents won’t like it. I’m not sure about the citizens, I mean, there’s very little prejudice against this kind of thing here, but…”
Tristan put a finger over Zac’s lips, stopping him. “We’ll work through it. Your parents might not like it, but hey, it’s your life not theirs. And as for the citizens, well, they’ll just have to get over it, because you’re going to be a great leader, gay or not.”
Sighing, Zac said, “I hope you’re right. You know, I have never met anyone quite like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re so forward and so accepting of everything. I sometimes think it would be nice to be a little more like you.”
“You don’t want to be like me. Then I wouldn’t love you like I do,” Tristan teased, pulling back to give Zac a grin. “Now, let me show you how much I like you as you are. Enough of this serious conversation.” Tristan reached to pull Zac’s head to his and touched their lips together.
Zac nodded as Tristan ended the short kiss. “Let’s go upstairs though, where we can be more comfy.”
“All right.” Tristan stepped back, pulled on his jeans, gathered up the other clothes, then grabbed Zac’s hand. “Let’s go get comfy.”
Tristan stepped inside Zac’s room, the taller man coming in behind him. Fighting the urge to pin Zac against the door that he’d just closed, Tristan took Zac’s hand and pulled him toward the large bed. He stopped beside it and tugged Zac into his arms. Zac’s head lowered to meet Tristan halfway and their lips touched in a gentle kiss. Zac let Tristan set the pace of the kiss and he was pleasantly surprised when Tristan did nothing more than let their lips linger softly against each other for a moment. Tristan pulled back slightly and raised a hand to run it along Zac’s jaw before leaning forward again.
Zac moaned softly at the feel of Tristan’s lips caressing his, gently sliding back and forth in small, chaste kisses. His eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted slightly. Tristan took advantage and deepened the kiss, running the tip of his tongue along the inside of Zac’s bottom lip, then pushing it further in to tangle with Zac’s tongue. The kiss went on for several minutes, their tongues sliding against each other, retreating now and then to lick at lips. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily.
“I want to make love with you,” Tristan said quietly, “And I want to go slow and explore every inch of you.”
Zac gazed down into Tristan’s green eyes. They were dark with desire. “I’d like that,” he whispered.
Tristan pulled Zac to him, taking his mouth in another deep kiss. His hands moved along Zac’s back, slipping beneath his shirt, pushing it up and out of their way. His fingers traced the long line of Zac’s spine and Zac shivered. Tristan pulled away from Zac to tug at the shirt more, and he helped Tristan take it over his head. Tristan took it and tossed it aside, then placed a hand over Zac’s heart.
Zac watched him trace the shape of a heart on his chest. “Tristan?” he questioned.
Tristan looked up at him and smiled. “I love you.” He leaned down and kissed the spot where his hand had just been. Then he carefully pushed Zac down onto the bed.
The brunette let himself be guided down to the bed and sank into the mattress gratefully. If Tristan had kept kissing him and touching him like that, he wasn’t sure his legs were going to continue holding him up. Tristan’s weight came down to rest against his chest and he wrapped his arms around Tristan’s naked back. “I love you, too,” he breathed against Tristan’s mouth.
A quick, soft kiss swept across Zac’s mouth, followed by a line of kisses that trailed along his jaw, then down one side of his neck. He tilted his head back, giving Tristan more access. Zac felt like melting into the mattress. The combination of Tristan’s desire and his own, along with the pleasurable feeling of the redhead’s mouth on his skin, made him feel like his body was on fire. He let out a moan as Tristan nipped at the hollow of his throat and then pulled away. Zac opened his mouth to protest at the lost contact but his protest quickly turned to a gasp of surprise as Tristan rolled to the side, pulling Zac on top of him.
Zac took this position reversal as a sign that Tristan wanted his share of the attention. He smiled slightly as he lowered his head. He let his lips graze Tristan’s lips, but pulled away quickly to lap at Tristan’s chest. Zac shifted, bringing his body between Tristan’s thighs, leaning over Tristan’s chest. His tongue made small circles around Tristan’s nipples, bringing small moans from the other man. Sliding one hand down Tristan’s stomach, he pushed at the waistband of Tristan’s pants. Tristan had left them unfastened when he’d dressed in the kitchen and Zac was able to slide his hand inside easily to grasp Tristan’s hard length.
Tristan bucked his hips up against Zac’s hand, urging the brunette to stroke him. Zac complied, setting a slow, steady pace that nearly drove Tristan crazy with need. He moved to push Zac back, to once again reverse their positions, but Zac pushed him back down with his free hand.
“No,” Zac whispered to him. Zac released Tristan’s hard length. He sat up and tugged at the pants, pulling them down over Tristan’s hips. Tristan moved to get them off his legs and they joined Zac’s shirt on the floor. Moments later, Zac’s own pants fell to the floor too. Zac slid down Tristan’s body, trailing his tongue along Tristan’s skin until he reached the nest of dark hair between Tristan’s legs. Tentatively he put his lips against the tip of Tristan’s hard cock. Tristan jerked against him and Zac, spurred by this reaction, opened his mouth to take him in. Swiping at the head with his tongue, Zac sucked hard, eliciting a loud moan from his lover.
He continued sucking for a bit, teasing Tristan with his tongue and lips. Finally, unable to hold himself back any longer, Zac moved from Tristan, reaching toward the floor for his jeans. He’d tucked the small bottle of lube he’d summoned earlier in the back pocket. Finding it, he poured some into his hand. “Do you…?” he paused and blushed, uncertain how to ask his question.
Tristan got his meaning and answered, “I want you in me.”
Zac nodded and rubbed the lube on himself. Positioning himself between Tristan’s thighs again, he guided himself into Tristan slowly, once again giving his love time to adjust to the feel of him. After a moment, he began to move with long, steady strokes. Tristan lifted his hips to meet him thrust for thrust and Zac knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. It felt so good to have Tristan wrapped around him. He sighed with pleasure and increased the pace, as he again took hold of Tristan and began to stroke him in time with the movement of their hips.
Tristan moaned, “Nnnaaahhh!” He cried out as he came in Zac’s hand for the second time. Zac’s pace increased again and before long, Tristan felt himself being filled with Zac’s warm cum. Zac collapsed against him, snuggling into Tristan’s chest. Tristan’s arms went around him and held him tight. They lay there, panting for several minutes.
Finally, Zac seemed to find the energy to move, and he rolled off Tristan to lay on his back next to him. Tristan turned and laid his head down on Zac’s chest. Moments later, they were both asleep.
Much later, Tristan awoke, his head still on Zac’s chest. His whole body was aching, partly due to the passionate sessions earlier in the day and partly from the strange position he’d fallen asleep in. Carefully, he lifted his head and glanced at Zac. The dark haired man didn’t stir as Tristan backed away from him and slid off the bed. Checking again that Zac was still sleeping, he silently crept into the bathroom and closed the door.
I need a shower badly, he decided, once inside the room. He turned the water on in the tub and let it get warm before climbing in and pulling the curtain closed. The water poured over him and he closed his eyes. He really loves me, Tristan grinned. Rubbing the soap over his skin, he thought about the past few hours. Just thinking about what Zac had done to him in the kitchen, and later in the bed, had him growing hard again. He groaned, vaguely wondering if Zac was awake yet.
Tristan had just wrapped his hand around his growing problem when the very man he’d just been thinking of slid the curtain aside and stepped in behind him. He jumped, startled, he hadn’t heard the bathroom door over the noise of the water.
“You weren’t in bed,” Zac complained, leaning against Tristan’s back.
“Sorry. I needed to use the bathroom, and then I decided I could use a shower too.” He relaxed into Zac’s chest, and he felt Zac’s arms circled his waist.
“I..” he paused as he heard a pounding on the bathroom door. “What the hell does he want now?” Zac growled. He knew it had to be Matt pounding on the door; Carter was way too polite to interrupt someone’s shower. He reached around Tristan, shutting the water off, and pushed the curtain out of his way. “What do you want Matt?” he yelled.
“Don’t mean to intrude, but there was a message from Father, and it’s urgent.”
“All right, give us a couple minutes, okay? We’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Five minutes, bro,” Matt answered.
Zac grabbed two towels from the rack, handing one to Tristan. “So much for my shower…” he grumbled.
Tristan looked at him. “Yeah, but it must be very important. Matt sounded kind of upset and he wouldn’t bother us right now if it wasn’t necessary.”
“True.” Finished drying off, Zac tossed his towel aside and went back into his room to get dressed. Tristan followed and pulled on his clothes. He’d go and get fresh clothes from Matt’s room later. Dressed, they left the room and headed downstairs to find out what had been so important that Matt felt he needed to interrupt their shower.
They found Matt in Zac’s study, pacing back and forth impatiently. Zac sat down in his desk chair, somehow he felt that he’d rather be sitting to hear whatever it was. He’d never seen his brother look so worried before. Tristan leaned on the edge of Zac’s desk, watching as Matt continued to pace across the length of the room.
“What’s wrong, Matt?” Zac asked.
Matt stopped walking and turned to the two at the desk. “A messenger just came from our father, to inform us that he wasn’t going to be able to travel here as planned. He’s…Zac, Dad is really sick. The messenger said he couldn’t even get out of bed. He’s never been sick, Zac, never. We’ve got to go to him.” Matt resumed his pacing.
Zac was quiet for a long moment. Tristan, sensing that Zac was greatly agitated by this news, moved to stand behind him and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Zac pressed his cheek against Tristan’s hand briefly, then he said, “Well, then, let’s go. Matt, find Carter and have him find us some bags so we can take a change of clothes. Tristan, why don’t you go and get changed? I’ll go and start preparing the spell for the door. Both of you meet me outside in five minutes.”
Matt and Tristan both nodded their agreement and rushed out of the room. Zac sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. Matt was right, their father had never been ill before. Of course, he’d had the occasional cold in the winter but he’d never been unable to rise from his bed and see to his duties. Zac got up and went outside to the front lawn to open a portal to his parents’ house.
The moon had already risen when Tristan and Matt came outside to meet Zac on the lawn. Tristan looked in amazement at the rather large door that now stood in the middle of the grass. He vaguely remembered seeing a similar door when the brothers had brought him to the villa, but he’d been so out of it, that he really hadn’t payed all that much attention. Now, his eyes roamed over it. The sight of a normal looking doorknob made him want to laugh. It seemed out of place on a magical door that looked like it had grown up out of the ground.
“You two ready?” Zac asked.
“Let’s go!” Matt answered.
“Yeah,” Tristan said, hoping he sounded surer than he felt.
Zac pulled Tristan to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Grab my waist and hold on. Going through the portals takes some getting used to, but you don’t have to worry as long as you hold onto me.” Tristan nodded and wound his arms around Zac’s slim waist.
Matt stepped up to the door and pulled it open. “See you there,” he said as he stepped through the portal and disappeared from sight.
“Ready?” Zac murmured. He felt Tristan’s nod against him and stepped forward. In moments, they had left the villa behind them and were enclosed in a dark corridor. Zac concentrated on getting to the correct exit. There were many doors along the long corridor and he didn’t want to miss it. Traveling by portal alone was simple, you simply instructed the portals where to take you and in seconds the portals would deposit you at your desired destination. However, when you had someone else with you who had no magical powers and therefore couldn’t direct the portals, it took a bit longer to travel. There was also the risk that the portals would become confused, trying to read the non-magic person’s desires, and you could end up lost. They hadn’t had that problem bringing Tristan to the Magic Realm since there had been two rather strong magic users to guide the portal in the right direction, but now it was just Zac and he had to focus on where he was going.
Finally, Zac and Tristan stepped through another doorway onto a polished marble floor. The portal had let them out in the foyer of Zac’s family home. Matt was standing there waiting for them, along with an elegantly dressed middle-aged woman. Tristan immediately knew that this must be Zac’s mother. Looking at her, it was clear to him where Zac had gotten his jet black hair and piercing blue eyes from.
“Mom,” Zac said, letting go of Tristan to take his mother in his arms for a hug.
“Zacarus, I’m so glad you came.” She pulled back, letting her hands rest on her eldest son’s arms. “Your father will be glad to see you, he wants to talk to you.” She let go of Zac and turned toward Tristan, who stood slightly back to allow the family some space. “And who is this?”
“Mom, this is Tristan, he’s… uh… he’s the one I brought from the Earth Realm. Tristan, this is my mother, Lady Marion.”
Tristan stepped forward. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” He took the hand she offered and instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips to kiss the back of it. Somehow, a handshake seemed out of place with a woman like her.
Lady Marion glanced at her son. “Make sure you keep this one, I like him,” she said with a wink.
Zac colored. Matt snickered in the background. “And what do you mean by that?”
“Well, he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” Lady Marion looked to Tristan for confirmation when it seemed that Zac wasn’t going to answer.
“We… you see…” Zac finally began, stumbling over his words. He hadn’t been expecting his mom to pick up on that so fast. She wasn’t usually so observant about this type of thing. “Yeah, he is, Mom. Tristan is my boyfriend.”
Matt laughed aloud. “You’ll have to forgive Zac, Mother, he just finally figured it out today himself.”
Zac glared at his brother. “Be quiet.”
Lady Marion smiled, chuckling. “I see. Well, welcome to our home, Tristan. I wish we could have met on a happier visit, though.” She turned to address her sons. “Your father is up in our room, he’ll be glad to see both of you, though he’s been pestering to speak with Zac in private. Why don’t you both go and say hi. If he’s still up to it, Zac, you stay with him and Matt, you come back down here,” she paused, “I think it’d be best to not mention Tristan at the moment.”
Zac nodded. “I wasn’t thinking of telling him yet. I know it’s going to be a shock that I didn’t bring a future daughter-in-law with me, and I wouldn’t want to cause him any stress when he’s sick.” He turned to Tristan. “You understand right? My dad…”
Tristan put a finger against Zac’s lips. “It’s fine. I’ll stay here with your mom and get to know her a bit. I wouldn’t want to upset your father either, not when he’s not feeling good. Don’t worry about me, go see your dad.”
Lady Marion turned away and pulled Matt along with her as she walked back the small hallway that led to the stairs. “Let’s give them a moment, shall we?” Matt nodded, though it didn’t really matter since she was practically dragging him down the hall. He loved his mother dearly but sometimes she was way too commanding.
Back in the foyer, Zac looked down into Tristan’s green eyes. “Thank you,” he said, before pulling Tristan up for a kiss.