Boy's dont cry

This contains N17 M/M smut! I warned you!

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‘- chapter 4, dream a little dream of me. -


”And just why should I help you?” Tristan hissed

“It is not really me who needs your help” Ol said and risked a look up at the fallen angel. “And yet it is”

Tristan shook hi head and walked back to his desk and sat down “quit the crap Ol, what do you want?” He said in a hurt tone that annoyed him allot.

“It is Amdir” Ol whispered and looked away “he is in trouble”

“So?” Tristan said calmly and opened his desk drawer to find a pack of cigarettes “George?” he yelled

“Yes?” the blond elf said softly as he opened the door between their offices

“Can we get two coffee here?” Tristan said and smiled at the little elf

“Sure” George said, and was about to close the door when Ol called for him

“Can I have milk in mine please?” he said and nodded towards the blond elf

“HOLY SHIT!” George yelled and slammed the door up wide open “you’re a... a...” he stuttered

“Yes he is pureblooded elf, and could we get our coffee Georgie dear” Tristan said dryly

Ol just chuckled and smiled a brilliant smile at the elf “milk?” he said sweetly, Tristan rolled his eyes when the blond elf blushed and ran out the door mumbling to himself

“Look what you did” Tristan said and lit his cigarette “you made the poor elf freak”

Ol stretched his long slender legs and slammed his boots up on the corner of Tristan’s desk “he didn’t freak Tristan”

“Get your filthy boots down from my desk” Tristan said and slapped Ol’s feet down “This is a very old and expensive desk I’ll have you know”

“Sorry” Ol mumbled and crossed his legs gracefully and tossed Tristan a casual smile “I bet its good for other things too”

“What?” Tristan

“Nothing” Ol said and smiled sweetly

“You are incredible” Tristan said and frowned “I haven’t seen you for a life time, then you show up here and act like you fucking own the place” Ol opened his mouth to say something but Tristan hushed him with raising his voice “I will just have you know that who I chooses to fuck on my desk is my problem, not yours, and NO Ol, I will not risk anything even was it a chipped fingernail to help your ole ole lover! Amdir can rot in his own shit for all I care, now if that was all you came here for, I want you to get the fuck out NOW!”

Ol looked absolutely baffled and swallowed hard “But Tristan...” he started but stopped as he reached out for Tristan’s pack of cigarettes

Tristan pushed the pack down in his drawer and slammed it shut with a loud sound.

“I thought you angels were supposed to be helpful” Ol said and frowned with a disappointed mine

“Ex angel hon, the word of today is ex” Tristan said calmly and put his cigarette out “I am not really into charity these days”

“Do I look like a fucking charity case to you?” Ol said harshly

“Yes now that you mention it, you do” Tristan while he stood up and leaned in over the table “and I doubt you are too daft to understand it when I said I am not in the charity mood”

“Tristan you need to help me” Ol said and looked pleading at the silver being “pleases baby?”

Tristan’s eyes changed from bright blue to thunderblack “I don’t NEED to do anything, and I am NOT your baby” he roared

Ol extended his hand and gently let it caress Tristan’s cheek “you used to be” he whispered

Tristan closed his eyes and felt that tender touch, how long it had been since his kitten had touched him and unwillingly he leaned into the long missed touch “yes” he whispered, he felt Ol’s fingertip run over his upper lip and he let out a silent sigh, he had missed this, he had missed that elf so much he had been banned from heaven, but no “I used to be” he breathed and pure will power kept him from kissing the soft finger tips offered to him, instead he opened his eyes and looked at Ol, the elfs eyes was half lidded and he bit his lip, Tristan had not seen a more erotic picture of anything.

He gently but firmly removed Ol’s hand “but not anymore” he whispered hoarsely and abruptly stood up straight still shivering slightly from the touch and what it had started inside him, “please leave” he whispered and looked away in defeat

“No, Tristan don’t be like this” Ol said softly and stood up and walked around the desk to Tristan and made a gesture to caress the angel again

“Don’t touch me” Tristan whispered in a pained tone “please just leave, I can’t help you or your unfortunate lover”

“Look at me” Ol said softly

Tristan turned his head and looked at the elf, he felt tears sting in his eyes, and he hated this! Why did he react like that? “Which part of *go away* didn’t you understand?” He said but failed to sound convincing


“The *go away* part” Ol said and smiled “please Tristan, I will leave now if you ask it of me, but at least let me call you”

“Sure” Tristan croaked but shook his head, he didn’t want Ol to call or to leave or did he? What did he want? He was fairly sure that the elf played him like an instrument, in order to get what he wanted, he had seen him do that before with so many other poor souls. But he would never admit to anyone least of all Ol that he had been watching him from afar for a lifetime.

“T you you” Ol said and quickly leaned in and kissed Tristan’s forehead before he turned to leave

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Tristan sat slumped down in his chair, as had a puppeteer cut his stings. He sighed and looked out his window, the sky was thick with thunder and rain. He blinked and shook his head as he felt the first sob rip though his body, there he sat in his char with his arms wrapped around himself and cried, he had not cried like this s... ... he couldn’t remember, nor did he care

So far gone in his own misery he did not notice George had entered the room, the elf walked over to him and kneeled in front of the chair, placing a hand on his knee “Mr King? Are you alright?” he knew of course this was a stupid question, but he did not know what to say, he had never seen anyone as composed as Tristan break down before

“No” Tristan mumbled

“Is there anything I can do?” George said and felt his heart cringe at the sound that escaped Tristan’s lips “I mean, perhaps you would like to talk about it”

“No” Tristan repeated

“Then at least let me offer you to call you a cab so you can get home” George said and used his other hand to gently stroke Tristan’s arm

“No”

“Why not?” the elf said with a pleading tone “Please let me help you”

Tristan took a deep breath and looked up at George “you can’t help me” he said pitifully

“Perhaps not, then let me call someone that can, family? Friends? Just name it I will do it” the blond said softly and smiled reassuring

Tristan stayed silent but smiled coolly to himself

The young elf gasped “none? There have to be someone I can call, I can understand you don’t want me around, but there have to be someone else”

Tristan frowned feeling like he was cornered, he had no one in the world left, but he never needed it, and he sure as hell was not going to explain to that second rank elf “you are right, I should go home, would you please call a cab? That would be a great help,” he said trying to sound chipper

George stood up “sure” and grabbed the phone dialling the number for a taxi company

Tristan got up and walked over and grabbed his jacket before he began to walk towards the main entrance, through the museum. He reached the main doors when he felt a presence, he turned around and looked directly into Georges large green eyes “what do you think you are doing, sneaking up on me like that?” he said and tried to hide the face that he was a bit flattered that the little elf was onceoncerned about his well being.

“I am going with you” George said firmly, “I will not just let you leave in such turmoil, you need someone to...” ..” the elf trailed off and looked away from Tristan’s wondering gaze

Tristan shook his head and was just about to say something when he heard the taxi, he turned to the door and George followed him, he felt like he should make the elf leave, but on the other hand he really didn’t want to be alone

So he just left out the doors, letting George follow before he opened the door to the back seat gesturing for George to jump in, the blond elf smiled widely and quickly moved in to the back seat of the car, and Tristan himself seated himself on the front seat

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They drove in silence before the taxi stopped in front of the estate where Tristan lived, he paid the taxi driver and got out, looking over at George that looked up at the large house facade, “oh man, this looks expensive” he mumbled

“It is” Tristan answered amused and walked up the stairs leading them both to his own apartment

He opened the door and turned on the light, and walked towards the kitchen leaving George in the doorway.

He elfs heart cringed at the sight of Tristan’s apartment, if the inhabitant here was just as abandoned and empty as his rooms, then he indeed had mistaken Tristan gravely.

“Coffee?” Tristan yelled from the kitchen

“Yes please” George said and moved towards the kitchen too, standing still in the door, looking at Tristan that had rolled up his sleeves showing his large tattoos picking owo cwo cups from a cupboard

Tristan turned and smiled at the elf “Rum?”

George blinked “Rum? Well why not?”

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George was sitting in a chair sipping his coffee and rum, listening to Tristan’s heavy breathing until the angel broke the silence “I am sorry you had to see me like that” he apologized

“Think nothing off it, happens to us all” he said softly “ehm Tristan?”

“Yes?”

“I noticedr tar tattoo’s and I wondered if...” George said and had to look away before he blushed

“You could see them?” Tristan said amused, George nodded and smiled, so Tristan took off his sweater showing his chest

George just sat there with open mouth looking at Tristan’s smooth chest, until he suddenly touched his right wrist, following a line with his fingers “they look so sad” he said to himself

Tristan did not know what to do, somewhere deep inside him he wished that George would finish off what Ol had started inside him, but he just smiled sadly “you think so?” he whispered

“Yes” George said as were he hypnotized by the patterns on Tristan’s torso resting his fingers on the angels shoulder

Tristan tilted his head and gently rubbed his cheek against the hand resting on him, and shyly planted a little kiss on the knuckles, he should not so this, but Georges touch just felt too good, and when George turned his hand to tenderly touch Tristan’s cheek he heard himself purr as a kitten. George leaned over the corner of the table and brushed his lips against Tristan’s, he angel could take no more and he sighed before he pressed his lips against the elfs tasting the soft wetness he found there, while he gently guided the blond to his lap, George followed and melted against his frame “Let me comfort you” he whispered hotly in Tristan’s ear

“Yes” Tristan said shakily and gently bit George’s neck, before he grabbed the bottom of George’s sweater and pulled it over the elfs head, so hi hands could run over the smooth skin, he heard George suck in air in sharp breaths, Tristan moved his hands down to the belt of the elfs pants, opening it slowly, letting his hands slip down under the waistband, George let out a sound that sounded most like a meow, and dug his nails down in Tristan’s flesh

The angel took a quick decision and lifted the smaller elf up on the table clearing the surface with a move from his arm so the cups crashed and shattered on the floor, with a fluid move he ripped off Georges pants, while planting little kisses on the elfs exposed skin, he stopped and stood up starting to open his own belt, “are you sure?” he whispered with a strange hoarse voice he didn’t even recognize as his own

George nodded and wrapped his legs around Tristan’s legs pulling him close and Tristan couldn’t help but laugh softly. He leaned down over the elf pressing his own erection against Georges, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, he felt the elfs nails run down his spine causing his muscles to tremble, and when the soft fingertip brushed over the sensitive spot that used to be the powerful muscles for his wings, he felt jolts of pleasure run though him and he moaned in the elfs mouth and felt his member twitch, he could feel the elf moving his hips urging him on.

He’s one hand he let trail its way down to their erections, and ran his fingertips playfully over the elfs opening, never penetrating, just touching it ghostly, the needy whimpers that came from George made him take pitty on him, and he placed himself so one move would penetrate the tight guardian muscle, but to his surprise George hade the first move, as he with a swift move pulled close and in so doing impaled himself. They both let out a gasp as the friction started a fire that would only be put out in one way.

Tristan wrapped his arms around George and clung on to him as he began to thrust slowly, the elf clung on to the angel for dear life, throwing his head back and moaned softly, feeling as Tristan filled him, he had never imagined this would happen, he had dreamed about it since he had first laid eyes on this marvellous silver being, he had never in his wildest imagination believed his attraction to be mutual

Tristan closed his eyes and sped up his thrusts, gods it had been long since he had felt a warm body shiver and squirm under his, he had forgot how it felt. The picture of the darkhaired elf kept flashing behind his closed lids, and the image of him begging for him to take him hard and long was just too much, and Tristaard ard his own voice moan out loud.

George did not listen to Tristan’s needy whispers and moans, as he felt a fire travel from his groin to his stomach spreading through out his body sending sparkles of pleasure through very vein. Tristan felt George tense and contract, pushing every last bit of coherence out of his mind, spending himself inside the elf.

He slumped down on top of the elf gasping for breath, “thank you” he managed to whisper

“You’re welcome” George replied in a shaky voice

They lay like that for a while catching there breath until George suddenly chuckled “move off me you big lump, you’re squeezing me”

“Oh sorry” Tristan mumbled and moved off the elf, pulled up his shorts and walked off to the bathroom. He had not heard George follow but he sudlenly heard his soft voice “you miss him allot”

Tristan span around “What? Who?”

“Your kitten” George said in a warm tone

Tristan paled “I didn’t..... Did I?”

George nodded weakly “but don’t worry I don’t mind” he tried

“But I do!” Tristan said in a pained voice and walked over to embrace the elf “I didn’t know, I am so, so sorry Georgie”

George leaned into the embrace “what do you say we order pizza, and forget about it” he whispered

Tristan smiled at the elfs way to try and make him feel better, “good idea I am starving” he whispered back.

.TBC-

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Is it greedy to ask for rewievs?! – And here you go Cali, I made smuttyness for you :P

-Az