Page 46 of Salacious Star

Damn straight you are, baby boy.

I didn't say that aloud, of course. Instead I nodded, then gathered both of our empty plates before taking them over to the sink and dropping them in - I would rinse them off later - before turning back to Xan and walking over.

I held my hand out to him, my stomach flipping a little when his eyes widened with hope. "Want to watch a movie? We could open the bottle of wine that you brought and I completely forgot about."

I offered a roguish wink, and he rolled his eyes, his shoulders relaxing a little as he took my hand and stood.

"Yeah, Tris," he said, his voice soft and meaningful, if a little strangled. "Let's watch a movie."

20

Xander

Tristan got both of us wine glasses as I wandered into the living room and sat on his large, squishy couch, and he sat down next to me a moment later, picking up a remote and turning on the TV and dimming the overhead lights in the same turn.

"Smooth," I teased, picking up the bottle of wine and pouring us both a healthy glass. Admittedly, I hadn't even noticed that we weren't drinking wine with dinner; I'd been too enraptured by Tristan - both his surprising cooking skills and the man himself.

He chuckled, flipping to streaming and scrolling through movies. "I'd like to say that I had the dimmer put in to support my impressive seduction skills, but that was already installed when I bought the house." He winked at me. "But I'm glad you like it."

My stomach flipped as he turned on a random comedy - thank God, I couldn't handle a bunch of muscled-out bro guys shooting each other with guns bigger than their cocks right now - and then, in a move that made my stomach swoop, casually slid his arm behind me and wrapped it around my waist, pulling me up close to his side.

"Oh. Hi," I managed, my voice a squeak. I would have been embarrassed by it if Tristan's eyes hadn't flashed with heat when he heard it, and I licked my lips, my stomach flipping again when his eyes dropped to my mouth.

"Hi," he said softly. He squeezed my side, and then his hand slid up to play with the hairs at the base of my neck, making me swallow. "This is really nice."

The words dripped with sincerity, and I nodded, knowing that he meant them. "It is," I murmured. "T-thank you...for asking me over."

His eyes flashed again, and he nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Mm."

He leaned forward and brushed his lips along my jaw in the barest, sweetest kiss before he pulled away and turned his attention to the movie playing in front of us, and I was frozen, barely able to figure out where I ended and he began.

Despite the fact that my stomach was pleasantly full from the fucking fantastic meal that Tristan had cooked for us, I was buzzing with energy that begged to be released. We sat in relative silence for a while, watching the movie, but I was the first to admit that I didn't absorb a single thing about it.

No, the only thing that I could focus on was the feeling of Tristan's fingers on the back of my neck, gently carding through my hair as he hummed and chuckled along with a movie that he had clearly seen a bunch of times.

"Do you usually like comedies?" I finally asked, about half an hour in. My voice came out a little breathy and tight, but admittedly, I was holding it together pretty well for someone whose cock had been hovering somewhere between half hard and full mast ever since I'd walked into the house.

"Mm. Sometimes. Depends on my mood." Tristan looked at me, his lips curved in a soft smile. "If I'm in the mood for something to catch my attention, I like suspense or horror. If I want to take a nap or rest, I put on a sitcom. Comedies are for when I want background noise that I can laugh at, but don't really need my full attention because I have better things to do."

His eyes flashed, and oh,fuck.

"Mm." I took a chance, and stood up. His eyes followed me, and for a split second, I desperately missed the feeling of his hands on me. That feeling dissolved immediately the next moment, though, because I straddled Tristan's lap and settled my full weight on top of him, forcing him to look up at me asI smirked, enjoying the change in power dynamic. "Something better to do?"

I grinned wider at him, and his eyes briefly closed, his lips parting, before they opened again and he looked at me with unrestrainedhunger.

"Baby..." The pet name made my heart flutter, and my hips jerked, gently rolling against him so that he could feel what he was doing to me. What healwaysdid to me.

"Yeah?" I asked, breathy.

He growled, his hands finding my hips and gripping. The movie continued to play behind us, but neither of us paid attention to it, too lost in each other.

"This...is technically our first date," he said, his voice equally strained and rough. His fingers flexed on my hips, as if he were trying to remind himself why we shouldn't be doing this. And admittedly...yeah, that was probably the smart decision. Taking things slow.

But I'd already seen the real Tristan through the course of the night. The sweet man that cooked a meal from scratch for me, who had different tastes in tv depending on his mood, that didn't have much of a relationship with his family but was very fond of them regardless.

I knew that he and Brandon were close, and that Tristan worried that Brandon was even more emotionally constipated than him. That he liked working for Studio Black, but if the opportunity came to dial it back, he would. That he didn't know exactly what he would do if he wasn't an adult film star, but that he liked gardening and thought that video social media was the next big thing.

I'd snickered at the idea of Tristan with a gardening Tiktok when he'd mentioned it shyly, but not because I thought he couldn't be successful at it. Because I knew for a fact that that would turn into a gardening thirst trap account, and peoplewould be staring at him because of his gorgeous face, not his azaleas.

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