Tristan Trilogy- Story 3

CHAPTER 8

Kevin bent over Tristan and gently pulled her to a sitting position. She gasped and protested the movement, trying to push Kevin away in her sleep but as he knelt in front of the chair and pulled her to him he felt her arms reach around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. He heard her plead with him in her sleep, begging him to keep her safe from the villain in her nightmare.

"Please…" she murmured. "Don't let him touch me anymore." Kevin could feel her begin to tremble. "Please, Kevin…please..

Kevin began to rock, but Tristan became more agitated. He wanted to wake her but he couldn't. All he could do was wait this out and try to calm her. With one hand he grabbed the cushion off of the chair, placed it against the balcony wall and slid over against it, pulling Tristan with him. Again, she fussed at the movement as he turned her so that her back was against him now as she lay on the floor between his long legs. Kevin whispered into her hair, much the same way he had done in Stockholm so long ago and again, began to trace little circles on her stomach and caress her arm. Soon, Tristan's breathing evened out and she slept dreamlessly. Kevin let her sleep for a short time before he awakened her.

"Tris?" he said gently, running his hands up and down her shoulders. "Let's wake up now, baby. It's time to go home.."

Tristan sighed and slowly opened her eyes. Her mind was free of thought for a few peaceful seconds and then the momentary fear of total disorientation swept over her and she jumped, struggling to free herself of the arms that wrapped around her shoulders.

"Easy, baby - it's okay…." Kevin pulled her back to him and nuzzled her hair.

Tristan's heart was racing as she tried to remember what brought her here. When she did remember, her body stiffened and her breathing accelerated. Kevin felt her become rigid and knew that she would try to pull away from his embrace. He wasn't about to let that happen. When she made her move, Kevin was ready and his arms tightened around her.

"Let me go, Kevin." She demanded. Her voice was tense as she attempted to scoot her backside away from his hips.

"No way, baby… We're gonna have a talk."

"I don't want to talk!" Her voice was louder than she had intended. She felt herself losing the control she had fought hard to maintain since she had seen him.

"That's fine, Tris. You can listen. I'll talk."

Kevin's words sounded unusually soft and slow. He was making an effort to be patient and soothing. She didn't want his soothing. She wanted to be alone. That was why she had come here. She hadn't had time to think yet.

"I don't want to listen, either! Not right now - not yet! I need to think. That's why I left!"

Again she uselessly fought to free herself, pulling at Kevin's arms. He wasn't going to let her go and she felt trapped. Kevin could feel her frustration climbing towards hysteria. He wouldn't let that happen either. His hands grabbed on to her body and turned her towards him as her arms began to flail. Then his hands moved to either side of Tristan's face and he held her head steady. Her eyes were tightly closed but her hands still pressed against him, trying to force him away. Her control had left her.

"Listen to me, Tristan!" Kevin ordered, drowning out her dissenting cries. "Stop it! STOP IT, NOW!" She froze, her face held tightly between Kevin’s hands, unable to move and gasping for air. Kevin’s voice returned to its soft, low pitch. “Open your eyes, Tris. Look at me.”

Tristan’s eyes slowly opened and released a solitary tear that was quickly rescued by Kevin’s lips. His face was still pressed against hers when she whispered a question into his cheek.

“Why now, Kevin?” she sighed softly in the dim light. “You know I don’t want your money. Were you waiting until a doctor checked me out? Did you want to make sure everything was okay - that I could give you a baby this time? Did you think I might try to ruin you? Did you think these babies might not be yours? That they might belong to…”

“Shhh…” Kevin whispered and then drew back and gazed into her face. “Tristan.. I love you, baby. You know that I do.”

“But you don’t trust me, right?” Her expression was pleading and pitiful.

Kevin smiled softly and began to push her hair away from her face. “That’s not true, Tris. I…”

“I didn’t fuck Asa, Kevin.”

Kevin’s fingers unconsciously twisted and pulled at Tristan’s hair. “What?” Her unexpected declaration had taken him by surprise and his face showed it. “What does that mean, Tris?” “The blood tests, Kevin. The blood tests on our babies… You want to make sure you’re the father…”

Now he understood. As bad as the agreement read, Tristan had taken it a step farther. Not only had she been hurt and humiliated by the implied misgivings that the document raised concerning money, motive for marriage and possible future revenge but also by doubts about her fidelity. Kevin’s anger towards Bill Hathaway began to bubble once again. He tried to be calm and rational. He’d already taken care of the ‘attorney problem’. Now he had to reassure his wife. His hands relaxed in her hair as he pulled her back to his shoulder.

“Oh, Tris….sweet baby… I trust you. I love you and I trust you…”

“But….”

“No ‘buts’.” Kevin gave her a squeeze and then placed his finger under her chin, raising her face to his. “Baby, I didn’t know anything about that post-nup. I never saw it before today and I didn’t request that one be drawn up. It never entered my mind.”

“But Bill Hathaway…”

“…is fired.” Kevin finished. “I’ve already been to his office and…well, let’s just say that as of this afternoon, I need to find new legal representation.”

“Are you saying that he decided to do this on his own?”

Tristan was looking at Kevin expectantly. She was unaware that she had balled up the neckline of his shirt in her fingers and that her other hand was nervously rubbing at the inside of his thigh.

“Yeah, Tris. That’s what I’m saying. He called and left a message after MTV made the announcement on Saturday. Said for me to call him first thing Monday. He must have been working on that thing most of the weekend. I forgot to call him.” Kevin cast his eyes to the carpet. “I’m sorry, baby. I could have stopped this thing. I didn’t know he wanted to talk to me about a post nuptial agreement.” He sighed.

“He thought he was protecting his client…" Tristan murmured.

“Maybe. But he had absolutely no business sending that agreement to you without running it by me first,” Kevin frowned. “Anyway, I watched him feed the papers into the shredder, one by one.” Then he asked her, “Why did you sign them, Tris?

Tristan didn’t say anything. The theater was quiet and still and after a few moments they both heard the whisper of cool air begin to flow from nearby ventilation ducts. Kevin waited as Tristan tried to form her thoughts into coherent words. It was difficult to explain. She just knew that she had to sign that document. She also knew that after she did, things would never be the same between Kevin and herself. If she hadn’t signed it, their relationship would have shifted, too. The shift would have just been quicker. His apparent suspicions would have been validated. The fact that the document existed at all would have eventually resulted in the downfall of their marriage even if it took years to happen.

Finally, Tristan sat up and spoke. “I guess I thought that signing the agreement would buy me time, Kevin.”

“Time for what, baby?” Kevin asked softly as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“I’m not sure…” she answered shaking her head. “Time for you to trust me. Time for you to trust our marriage. I don’t know….” She looked away from him and released his shirt. “After I saw what was in that envelope, I went upstairs and took out he book you gave me in Mexico. I read what you had written again. I didn’t understand - it wasn’t making any sense to me. I wondered what had happened to make you…have doubts. Then I wondered if it was some kind of test…. I wondered why you had wanted to marry me at all…" She hesitated for a moment, “I wondered if we were together because you felt…. felt obligated.” Tristan lowered her head and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to stop new tears. “I’m sorry….”

A profound sadness settled over Kevin. He could hardly imagine what confusion and fear Tristan had been forced to deal with today. He had tried to prepare himself and protect her from attacks by fans and criticism from the label but he hadn’t expected that she would need protection from her family this morning and then from his lawyer this afternoon. He realized then that he could never completely shield her from hurt. The only thing he could do is try to rescue her after initial strikes had already begun.

“I know you love these babies, Kevin….” Tristan’s voice was cracking.

“I love you, Tristan…”

“I know that you want these babies…” she continued.

“I want you….” Kevin murmured as he ran his fingers through her hair. Her shoulders were shaking. “Please don’t cry, Tris….” He pushed her hair away and placed his lips on Tristan’s neck.

Tristan bent to head to the side and she soon felt Kevin’s mouth brushing across her skin. His arms had wrapped themselves around her again and she sighed in their safety. No one else existed at that moment - no family, no lawyers, no friends, fans or handlers. There was just Kevin and Tristan on the floor of the grand balcony in a deserted theater. He turned her face towards him and kissed her mouth. Gentle kisses, coaxing kisses that encouraged - not demanded. She soon felt his tongue teasing her lips and the corners of her mouth, waiting for his invitation to be accepted. Kevin wanted her but was trying not to push. He wanted to make love to her - slowly, tenderly and intensely- but waited for her to show him that she wanted and needed this, too.

Although Kevin could feel his pulse pound in his groin and his manhood harden and rise, he did not feel any urgency. His testicles felt heavy and full, yet they were not aching for release. He was waiting to see if Tristan would be all right and if she were ready and willing to respond to him. He waited to see if her response would indicate desperation or the desire for mutual intimacy. If it happened, their coupling would be tender and sweet, not an attempt to prove anything to each other. Orgasm, despite its power, would only be part of the overall experience. Release would happen, but it was not the goal. The goal was spiritual connection, which was far more difficult to achieve.

Kevin waited and soon felt the tip of Tristan’s pink tongue skim lightly across his lower lip. Her hand traveled to his pants, searching for evidence of his desire. When she found it, he felt her whisper his name into his mouth and stroke him gently through the lightweight denim. He felt her fingers unfasten his pants and push themselves down under the elastic of his boxers where they began a journey down the length of his shaft to the weighted sac below where she cupped him and caressed the sensitive skin there. Her acceptance of his invitation was confirmed when their mouths opened and their tongues began a dance of exploration. She squeezed him gently and Kevin heard himself groan. He was suddenly aware of her hands moving under his shirt. Her fingertips skimmed across his nipples and then down the sides of his body. They felt warm against his skin. He became acutely sensitive to every slight movement she made on him. Every touch, every sensation seemed intensified by the silence and emptiness that surrounded them. Despite the relative coolness of the theater, Kevin’s body had become slick with perspiration. Tristan began to pull his shirt over his head and Kevin raised his arms, aiding in its removal. That done, Tristan stood and pulled off her own shirt, stepped out of her shorts and unfastened her bra. Their eyes remained locked except for the few brief seconds that Kevin gazed at her bare breasts. His tongue wet his lips before his eyes found hers again.

Still, they did not speak or whisper endearments to each other. Tristan knelt down between Kevin's legs and kissed him softly on the temple as she ran her fingers through his thick, black hair. He could feel her breasts at his throat as his hands worked into the back of her panties, exploring her soft curves before pushing her closer to him. He let his eyes close as her mouth moved down the side of his face. Her tongue played at the opening of his ear for a moment and when the breath of her sigh blew against him there, his hips rose and he moaned softly. Kevin's body had raised itself from the cushion he had been leaning against. He hadn't realized it until he felt Tristan's hands pushing at his shoulders. The gesture signified a gentle command for him to relax and let her love him. Kevin was happy to oblige. He shivered when her lips pressed into the crook of his neck and then began to move down to his chest, following the trail laid by her wet tongue. Tristan's hair tickled his torso as she moved, making him feel as if he was covered in silk. He was vaguely aware of his head rolling slowly from side to side.

Kevin suddenly felt her teeth nibbling at the seed of his left nipple. His breath caught in his throat and then let go in the form of a low growling sound. Tristan's hair was somehow tangled in his fingers as he held her there, demanding the continued ministrations of her tongue, teeth and lips. She pulled back and blew gently. When the coolness of her breath met the heat left behind by her mouth, Kevin had to hold his breath which he released in quiet pants when she moved to his other side, repeating her attentions there. His eyes seemed to be fixed on the chandelier hanging above. He savored the selfish sensuality he was experiencing and let Tristan continue to push him through it.

She literally bathed Kevin with her tongue as she moved down his body. She traced his tattoos with her lips and he heard himself groan softly. But when she slid his testicle into her wet mouth and she began to suck gently, Kevin's eyes closed once again and his head fell back against the railing. The pleasure she gave him bordered on excruciating, and the grunting sounds he made now were neither gentle nor soft. One of his hands had grasped the base of his shaft as he begged her to stop but the other hand held her against him, encouraging her to stay. As the churning and tightening between his legs began, Kevin grabbed her hair and forced her mouth to leave him. He was watching her as her lips then moved to displace the grasping hand that held his erection and then her tongue began to move up the underside of his shaft, tenderly caressing the bulging vein. She tasted the pre-cum oozing over its head, causing Kevin's hips to buck violently. Again, his voice pleaded with her to stop but his hands betrayed his desire for movement as they guided her up and down his hardness. His mind was no match for his body and he became tense as the two battled for control. Tristan's mouth left him as she paused to study his face. Her lips were parted and her breathing ragged. His furrowed brows and intense expression mimicked anger. A bead of sweat crept down the side of his face from his hairline.

"I'm going to cum.." he whispered urgently. His hands were still pressing into the side of her head.

"Yes… I can feel you…"

Kevin took her arms and moved both of their bodies away from the balcony railing. "It's not time…" He spoke these words tenderly and ran the back of his hand down Tristan's cheek. "Not yet…."

He lowered her to the floor and slid her panties down her long legs and off of her feet. The pale pink glimmer on her toes caught his eye as he reached around behind him and pulled the cushion from against the railing. Soon it was under her hips, her buttocks resting on the edge of the thick foam. Kevin went down between he legs and rested on his elbows. Tristan couldn't see him but she knew that his examination was about to begin. He had not performed this ritual since his homecoming after the last tour.

Tristan's anticipation of his touch was making her crazy. She squirmed uncontrollably.

"I'm ready for you Kevin. You don't have to…."

"I can see that, babe.." Kevin's tone was husky and low. His face was so close to her that she could feel his breath on her folds.

Kevin knew that Tristan allowed this procedure without really understanding his fascination but he had seen parts of her that she would never see. Her sex was so beautiful to him, like a rare flower that bloomed for him alone. Kevin yearned to feel the softness of her pink petals. He could see the glimmer of wetness on her labia and he began to gently separate her folds with the tip of his finger. He heard her moan and smiled slightly. He was barely touching her. Kevin slid two fingers into her and searched his mind for adjectives to describe this physical mystery. Slick, hot , wet, resilient, clutching, alive…..alive. He could hear his name being repeated over and over. Kevin raised his head to look into Tristan's face. The sound of his name was coming from her throat, almost like sighs. She protested when he started to move his fingers out of her, however her distress was soon forgotten when he moved them up to the edges of her womanhood to the seat of her pleasure. Kevin's fingers pressed down on the flesh surrounding this small miracle, forcing its further exposure. Kevin felt Tristan's hands in his hair as her groans took on a feverish quality. He leaned into her and covered the turgid bud with his mouth, licking, nibbling and tasting her sweetness. He never wanted to leave this table.

He felt Tristan raise herself up and stiffen as she came against his mouth with a fierceness he didn't expect. He continued to soothe her with his tongue until her body eventually relaxed again. She had obtained her physical release. Now it was time for Kevin to release her doubts and heartbreak.

He pulled the cushion from underneath her hips and slid himself up her now limp body, positioning himself at her opening. His elbows rested on the carpet above her shoulders as his forearms circled her head. Kevin could feel her nipples pressing into his chest as he looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and her damp hair had spread itself across the soft pile. Her body was still limp.

"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered, moving against her a little.

She didn't respond at first and then the corners of her moth turned up slightly and her eyes languidly opened and locked with his. "Better than okay…" she answered him. "How about you? Are you ready to climb into the saddle?" she teased.

"What do you think?" he moaned as he pressed himself just inside her and then stopped, conscious of the clutching sensation that already surrounded the tip of his erection. His head dropped to the crook of her neck. "But you know I don't like to ride alone, Tris..."

"I'll come with you…"

She felt him smile into her neck and then move his mouth over her lips. She could barely hear his response. "Oh yes… you'll cum with me…"

Kevin entered her in small, measured increments until she was filled completely and then he lay still for a moment, reveling in her heat. Soon, Tristan's calves wrapped themselves across Kevin's back and they started to rock gently, building slowly towards oblivion. Their lovemaking was tender and expressive as fingers touched, hands caressed and tongues met. Whispered words of love floated in the air above them. The rocking evolved into thrusting but the tenderness remained. Kevin found that he was ready to let go and he urged Tristan along, wanting desperately for them soar together. She was almost there….almost…almost. Kevin felt her shudder violently beneath him and he emptied. His semen seemed to come in streams, not spurts and had begun to flow back out of her even before he was finished. He felt his own ejaculate coating his scrotum. Kevin's loud groans were amplified by the excellent acoustics in the theater and came back to his ears in stereo. It took him a few seconds to realize that those sounds of pleasure had come from him. As he drifted back to reality his groans reformed into the syllables that shaped her name as her fingers brushed against his cheek.

They remained connected as they slept naked on the floor of the grand balcony, arms and legs snaked around one another. They might have remained there until morning had it not been for the arrival of the cleaning crew at two AM. Kevin and Tristan were awakened to the sounds of shouting voices and metal pails banging against the stage floor. They looked at each other sleepily and then the realization of where they were dawned on them simultaneously. They were instantly alert. They began to grab clothes furiously and cover their bodies before they crawled out of the box and into the hallway. It took them almost ten minutes to get out of the theater due to the fact that they left through the twisting maze of corridors that ran throughout the bowels of the building, hoping to avoid detection. The fact that they couldn't stop giggling didn't help but they finally made it to the relative safety of the street where their cars were parked. Tristan climbed into Kevin's truck where they shared one last giggling kiss before he threw the truck into gear and drove them back to their home.

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