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  He almost thought it would be a good idea to have Tristan fuck him on Zack’s old air mattress, but no. That wasn’t going to happen. Mike wanted to get off, and he wasn’t going to do it on the floor, in his best friend’s old room, or even in his bed. After this was one-and-doned, he didn’t want to have to wash his sheets afterward or risk smelling Tristan in them for the next little while.

  “Come with me,” Mike said, going with the next best option.

  The living room.

  Ever since Zack had left, with there being only one person to live here, and half the stuff, the apartment hadn’t been nearly as cluttered. Mike had even found time to do the dishes, which he was glad for because he already didn’t like having potential lovers here.

  Now, a good bang on the couch didn’t seem like the worst place in the world. If he lit some candles then it might even look a little romantic.

  Mike had bought a new pack of condoms and everything. He was prepared. Not because he’d been hoping to have sex with Tristan these last few weeks, but because he had a miniature doomsday prepper living inside his head.

  Always better to be prepared than to not be.

  “Right here,” Mike said. “Get out of your shirt.”

  Tristan was already on it, removing his shirt, revealing his perfect chest with the sort of muscle definition Mike could only dream of having.

  God, he was a sucker for guys with muscles.

  Meanwhile, he looked scrawny in comparison.

  Tristan stopped undressing, looking at him suddenly, as though he could see right through him. Which was strange.

  “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

  Mike froze. “What do you mean?”

  Tristan took Mike’s face into his hands. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice shockingly soft as he kissed Mike on the mouth.

  Literally no one in his life had ever called him that before. He’d always thought that word was more associated with women, but here they were, Mike’s stomach melting into a puddle and his knees getting all wobbly.

  What the hell was happening here? Why did he feel like this? This was supposed to be just sex, and the more Tristan kissed him, the gentler he was, the more Mike fell into it as if…

  As if it was something more than that.

  No. It wasn’t. He had to get this idea out of his head because there was no way he was letting himself get caught up in some stupid fantasy. Zack was the one who found a true mate in a dragon. Mike was just going to have sex with one, and probably only because Tristan wanted to absorb some of the power that came with Mike’s red hair.

  It wasn’t going any farther than this.

  Mike yanked Tristan down onto the couch. Their bodies collided at first, and Mike ended up getting elbowed in the stomach. He grunted hard.

  “Sorry,” Tristan said, his voice breathless. He seemed to think it was funny, because then he was smiling at Mike for that. “You all right?”

  “Uh, wait until my guts realign themselves.”

  Tristan snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can wait that long,” he said, and promptly kissed Mike on the lips again before he could come up with an awesome, witty retort.

  Mike wanted to be angry with him, but even the mild annoyance he felt was quickly brushed aside in favor of something much more pleasant.

  Well, whatever. So long as they both got what they wanted out of this, then he wasn’t going to make a fuss.

  Wrapping his arms around Tristan’s shoulders—they were so broad—Mike leaned back, letting the guy adjust himself until he was between Mike’s thighs.

  Tristan seemed to be a generous lover, too. He didn’t just start moving. His hand reached down, taking Mike’s cock, large fingers curling around the shaft, stroking him, teasing him, while Mike mewled against his mouth. And now Mike was the one thrusting mindlessly against that hand, his body warming, gasping for breath while their mouths were connected.

  Fuck, this was nice. Mike didn’t expect it to be this nice. They’d barely done anything, but the more Tristan touched him, the more Mike started to think there wouldn’t be any going back.

  Tristan stopped kissing Mike suddenly, their mouths making a smacking noise as they parted, and Mike moaned from the loss.

  Tristan paid no attention to him.

  “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” he said.

  Mike didn’t know exactly what he was talking about. Not until Tristan shimmied his way down, Mike’s cock still held firmly in his hand. Because Mike’s brain stopped working, he stupidly didn’t realize what Tristan was about to do until the man’s lips touched the head of his dick. Mike sucked back a heavy breath, his spine arching as he punched his head back into the cushions of the sofa as the tight, wet heat of Tristan’s mouth engulfed him.

  Oh God, holy shit, that was amazing. A dragon was blowing him and it was fantastic.

  Mike wasn’t so sure if it was because he idolized dragons that the blowjob was so amazing, or if it was because Tristan was that talented, but whatever. He didn’t care so long as Tristan never stopped. He worked Mike’s cock like a champion. His lips and cheeks tightened around the base before slowly pulling back up the shaft. Tristan pulled those perfect lips away from the head for just a second, and when Mike looked down at the man, it was just in time to see Tristan stick his tongue out and toy with the slit of his cock head.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned.

  Tristan looked up at him, those red eyes shining with all kinds of pleasure. He looked positively wicked, and not necessarily because his eyes were red either. He looked like he was about to enjoy a torture session.

  “You can torture me all you want,” Mike said without thinking.

  “You want me to make you talk? I can make you talk,” Tristan replied, as though they were in the middle of a game.

  Mike was totally willing to play along. “No, no, please mister dragon, sir, if you keep tormenting with your mouth, I might implode all my human energy all over you.”

  “You’ll get something on me, all right,” Tristan said, winking.

  Mike damn near lost his mind when Tristan brought his mouth back to the head of his cock, sinking down, down, down, until his nose practically touched Mike’s pubic hair, and he was sure he felt the back of Tristan’s throat touching his cock head.

  “H-how are you doing that?”

  Mike looked down at him, watching his dick vanish again and again inside that amazing mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. His orgasm was building, testicles tightening, and Mike struggled to hold back the building heat in his lower belly. His toes curled, and he forced himself to hold still. If he tried fucking into that mouth, he was done for.

  “I’m gonna come,” he moaned.

  Might as well be polite and truly to warn the guy.

  Tristan again pretended to not hear him, and Mike was forced to let it go. He threaded his fingers through the man’s hair, surprised at how soft it was, and held on tight as he clenched his teeth and groaned low in the back of his throat.

  He came. It was a different orgasm compared to others he’d had before in his life because this one was with a dragon. A dragon was getting him off, swallowing him down, and Mike thought he could actually feel some of his energy rushing into the other man as he spilled everything he had.

  Tristan swallowed him down like a champ. He seemed to be lost in his own little world as he took everything Mike had to give, swallowing down every drop, and Mike felt every twitch of his mouth, every swallowing motion. He felt all of it. He loved it. He was undone by it.

  Wait, he was… oh God! He was still coming! What the hell?

  It wasn’t just that the orgasm was lasting a long time. He couldn’t seem to stop!

  “Oh fuck! Oh my god, fuck!” he moaned, fingers gripping Tristan’s hair even tighter as he fucked up hard and fast into the man’s mouth.

  Tristan pulled back suddenly, however. Mike actually got some of his seed on the guy’s face, but despite how funny
it was, he couldn’t bring himself to laugh as he moaned and became almost desperate to get off. To have this finished.

  “I can’t… I can’t… I need it. I need—”

  “I know,” Tristan said, red eyes flashing as he suddenly turned Mike onto his hands and knees.

  And Mike was still coming.

  He brought his hand down, grasping at his cock, desperate to stop himself, but it was as though being turned around like this made it even worse because he knew what was coming, and he wanted that, too.

  Tristan must have come prepared, because no sooner did Mike feel his pants pulled down and around his thighs did a slick finger push inside him.

  Mike moaned, his orgasm spiking, the pleasure increasing.

  Hot. His entire body was hot and he couldn’t seem to get control over himself.

  “I got you. I’ll take care of you,” Tristan said, repeating himself again and again as though that was going to be enough to make Mike not lose his mind.

  He just wanted to be fucked. He might have told that to Tristan, but his brain wasn’t turning the sounds he made into words. For all Mike knew, he was uttering gibberish. He would utter all the gibberish in the world if it made Tristan keep doing that.

  His fingers hooked inside him and found his sweet spot, pressing against it and lingering there in a way that made Mike throw his head back and moan loud enough that he was pretty sure the neighbors would have no trouble hearing he was getting laid.

  He didn’t care. He was still coming and this was the most intense thing he’d ever experienced. The fact that it was still going was blowing his mind.

  Mike was beginning to understand why a lot of humans enjoyed having sex with dragons and giving their energy to them. He had always wanted to know what it felt like, and now that he was getting it, it was almost too much for him to handle.

  Which wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

  “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

  It was hurting now. At least a little. He was still coming, but there was something inside him that wasn’t satisfied, that was letting him know he needed so much more than this before he would be able to rest. As though his body was, somehow, holding a little something back.

  “I don’t… I don’t need your fingers. I need your cock. P-please.” He would beg until the cows came home. He needed this.

  Tristan growled a little behind him, and when his fingers pulled free and he gripped Mike’s hips, Mike felt claws scratching at his skin.

  Wow, he was glad Tristan managed to hold off bringing those bad boys out until his fingers were no longer inside him, otherwise that might have been… less than pleasant.

  “Make sure you know what you’re doing back there,” Mike huffed.

  “You’re still coming, so I don’t think you’ll have many complaints in a minute.”

  Bastard.

  But he was right. Tristan could take a belt to him right now and he probably wouldn’t notice as the pleasure intensified and he just. Kept. On. Going.

  Then, Mike realized there was a whole other level of pleasure he’d never felt before in his entire life. The kind of thing that left him wondering what the hell he’d been doing his whole life and made him feel like a virgin compared to before as Tristan pressed the head of his cock to Mike’s hole and pushed inside.

  All the other times Mike had sex before this, even the best lays he’d ever had, didn’t come close in comparison to this, and it made the orgasm he was still in the middle of having feel more like a pleasant massage than the rush of mind-numbing pleasure he was getting now.

  Tristan made him come to life.

  Chapter Three

  Mike pressed his face into the sofa cushions to muffle the noises he made as Tristan fucked into him quickly and with wild abandon. He was vaguely aware of the other man’s grunting, but the only thing he could focus on was how much heat was building inside him, how much his body felt like it was about to melt into nothingness.

  For a minute, he kind of felt as though that was really happening.

  Mike wasn’t able to pay attention very well. He felt a little badly through all the pleasure that he wasn’t able to participate as much as he probably should. A guy who just laid there and let their other partner do all the work wasn’t exactly the best partner to have, but he couldn’t help himself.

  Mike started coming dry by the time Tristan finished off inside him. A rush of warmth shooting into him made Mike groan again as he was filled, and in a way, it almost felt as though he was being claimed. Not just that the other man was coming to his own orgasm, which wasn’t lasting so many minutes, but that he was putting his scent on Mike and making Mike belong to him.

  Wishful thinking? Possibly, but Mike’s brain had turned into sludge and he couldn’t focus on anything right now.

  Maybe he blacked out, because it seemed that he closed his eyes one minute, his body still spamming as his orgasm finally slowed to something he could manage, but when he opened his eyes again, the thin sheets from his bed were over top of him, and Tristan was heading for the door.

  Mike watched him go.

  Should he call out to the man? Thank him for at least getting him a blanket? Or apologize for conking out like that?

  He was so embarrassed, and oddly enough, even felt a little vulnerable, that it seemed impossible to say anything at all.

  Tristan stopped with his hand on the door. When it looked as though he was about to turn around, Mike shut his eyes again, pretending to still be sleeping.

  Nope. He was a coward and he wasn’t going to say anything. At least not right now because there was no way he was going to let reality get to him. Mike needed a minute to go over all this.

  But Tristan wasn’t doing anything. Was he just staring at Mike?

  Like the last time when Mike woke up?

  He probably saw through the bullshit. God, he probably knew Mike was awake, and now Mike was praying the other man didn’t call him out on it.

  Go, go, go. Please just go.

  Mike prayed and hoped for it so much that, after a few seconds, when he heard the door open and close a second later, the sound of Tristan’s footsteps walking away down the hall, he was finally able to open his eyes.

  He took a deep breath.

  Christ, he hadn’t even been aware of holding his breath. Tristan definitely must have noticed that.

  He settled back into the couch, his entire body was sore, but he also felt… had Tristan cleaned him up?

  Oh God, Mike pulled the sheets over his head. Even though there was no one there to look at him or judge him, he didn’t care. He didn’t want anyone seeing him right now, and he just wanted to disappear.

  “What the fuck was I thinking?”

  He invited the guy in, begged him to fuck Mike on his couch, and now Tristan was gone and Mike felt… strange.

  That was definitely not what he’d been expecting. He was supposed to be the calm and cool one, the guy who kept his shit together and proved to Tristan that he was in control when in bed, that he could be good for the man.

  Then send him on his way when they were done.

  He wasn’t supposed to get so high off the pleasure that it made him pass out, and he wasn’t supposed to pretend to be sleeping while Tristan hightailed it out of there.

  Mike pulled the sheet back down over his face. He had to get up. He couldn’t lie there. All the lights were on and he couldn’t sleep like that.

  Getting up, keeping the sheet wrapped around himself like a security blanket, Mike shut off all the lights and sulked.

  Why did his moment to shine end up with him looking like a complete virgin? Like he didn’t know what he was doing?

  Mike had been cleaned up, but he wanted to have a shower anyway. Wash the way his feelings of being a failure and disappointment. After washing his hair and brushing his teeth, he still didn’t feel any better about what happened.

  Was Tristan walking out a sign that he wanted to get away from him?

  He cou
ld have just wanted to go home. That was always an option. The guy didn’t live here. Mike had been in his condo once before. If given the option, Mike would want to stay in a spacious, clean, beautiful condo with an oversized bed rather than in his apartment with the worry that he might see something scurrying across the floor at any point in time.

  If Mike had the chance to go back in time, he probably wouldn’t have punched Tristan in the face after waking up there. Then maybe they could have sex at Tristan’s place.

  Wait, what? What the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t supposed to be thinking that, this was a one off.

  Turning off the shower and getting out, Mike headed to bed, trying not to walk too stiffly on the way.

  He actually got to have sex with a dragon. There was a time when he thought he would have wanted that. When he thought he would have fanboyed over any dragon to offer it to him. The professional fighter Draggis Boromir was definitely on his top three list of dragons he would have gone to bed with.

  Because Mike was a shallow dragon chaser.

  Thinking about it now, while crawling into bed and pulling his pillow closer, getting ready to sleep alone, sex with a dragon had been amazing, he couldn’t lie about that because it would be obvious. Even to himself. But now that he’d had it and seen how amazing it was, the downer that came with it and came with watching Tristan sneak out after the deed was done left him feeling… Like a loser. Because he was the human who would fuck a dragon just because he was there, and Tristan must have known that. He must have known that Mike would have fucked any dragon who came through his window.

  Right?

  Would he have, though?

  Mike groaned, pressing his face into the pillow.

  He didn’t want to think about all this right now, about how he’d disappointed himself and how he could have done so much better.

  But why? Why did he care if Tristan stayed or not? It wasn’t like they meant anything to each other. It was just sex, and it was never going to happen again. If Tristan thought less of him because of it, just another human desperate to fuck a dragon because he was a dragon chaser, then that was his own fault.