Almost as soon as the door was shut, Brian was backed up against it. Tristan pushed a hand against his chest and kissed him softly. Tristan leaned his body weight on Brian, pressing the man against the door. There was a certain desperate hunger in the way Tristan’s mouth met his.
“Sorry…been wanting that most of the night,” the detective mumbled, lips and teeth still nipping at Brian’s.
“Unless that’s your gun jammed so hard on my hip, maybe we should skip the beer part,” replied Brian.
Suddenly, Tristan took a step back and turned away. Oh, God, what had he done wrong? Brian wondered. Between the kiss and what they had gotten up to at the Halloween party, he had kind of assumed things were heading toward the bedroom, or at least the couch.
“I…um…kind of thought…” said Brian.
Tristan
