A/N: Hey guys! Here's another oneshot! This is sort of a little backstory to something mentioned in Damn Kisses, but this can stand alone. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!


It's Called Love

Tristan's fingers gently raked through Zander's hair as his boyfriend rested his head in Tristan's lap. The two were relaxing on the couch as a TV movie played in the background, neither really paying attention to it. It was a warm April day, and the two decided to spend time together at Tristan's house—they really didn't need to have something to do, because just being with each other was enough for them.

"Zander." Tristan's voice broke through the comfortable silence, and Zander smiled a little. His fingers laced together with the ones on his boyfriend's free hand.

"Hm?" He hummed a response, feeling a little drowsy as a result of his boyfriend's light scalp massage. He let out a small chuckle when he felt Tristan's teeth grazing along his ear.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Zander shifted so that he was looking up at his boyfriend, whose eyes were bright as he smiled. Slowly, Tristan leaned down to kiss his boyfriend, Zander's hands curling around his wrists. The kiss was gentle and slow, their lips pressing softly together.

Tristan pulled back and kissed Zander's forehead. "Want to go play pool in the basement?" He smirked. "I bet I could beat you."

"I bet you couldn't." Tristan quirked an eyebrow, smirking.

"What do you want to bet?"

"How about a…make-out session?"

"Someone's very naughty." Tristan grinned and Zander blushed a bit. "Let's go."


"Damn, I lost." Zander groaned and leaned against his pool cue. Tristan laughed and smiled, placing his own cue on the pool table.

"Seems like you owe me some hot kisses…" Zander flushed, backing up as his boyfriend stepped towards him. His back hit the wall and Tristan closed the distance between them, pressing him against the wall. Tristan's knee was pressed between his boyfriend's legs, and Zander was growing hard very quickly.

"I guess I do." Zander linked his arms around Tristan's neck and slowly leaned in for a kiss. This kiss, however, was not like the one that they shared earlier—this one much more sloppy and needy. Their tongues were tangled together and Zander was grinding fiercely against his boyfriend's leg.

Tristan's hands moved to Zander's shirt and started to undo the buttons of his navy blue button down. His lips attached themselves to Zander's neck, licking and sucking as he exposed more of his boyfriend's upper body. His erection was straining against his pants and he moaned when Tristan started tonguing his nipple.

"Fuck," he whispered, arching into his boyfriend's body. His arms dropped and he let Tristan slide his shirt off of his shoulders, leaving his upper body naked as Tristan nibbled on the pink bud. "Tristan, Casanova…take off your shirt. I want to see your sexy body." Zander tugged at Tristan's shirt and whimpered when his boyfriend's hand pressed over the front of his jeans.

"Okay babe." Tristan pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He kissed Zander fiercely, pushing his hips forward and forcing Zander to moan into the kiss.

"Shit…" Zander whispered, moaning. "I'm so…so fucking horny…" Tristan undid and unzipped Zander's jeans, gripping his erection through his boxers. Zander was embarrassed at the moan that tore from his lips, but he had no time to think about it as pleasure coursed through his veins.

"Why are you so sexy?" Tristan murmured into the kiss, stroking his boyfriend. Zander hooked a leg around Tristan's hips, his jeans barely staying on, and grinded into him as their tongues wrapped together again.

"Tristan? Tristan, are you…TRISTAN!" The couple gasped and pulled apart, Zander's eyes widening when he saw Tristan's parents at the top of the basement stairs.

"Shit," he muttered, rubbing his temples as his mom stalked up to him.

"What are you doing?" His mother screamed, close to screeching, her hand gesturing towards Zander. His father stood behind her, his facial expression disapproving.

"Making out with my boyfriend, obviously." His mother scoffed and Zander, with a beet red face, snatched up his shirt.

"I-I should p-probably go." He stuttered out the sentence, tripping over his pants leg as he made his way towards the stairs.

"Zan, wait!" Tristan grabbed his boyfriend's wrist, pulling him back and kissing him, his hand on Zander's lower back. It was quick, but deep, and Zander was slightly lightheaded when Tristan pulled away.

"Bye," he whispered, shrugging his shirt. He made his way up the stairs, muttering an apology as he pushed past Tristan's parents and disappeared.

"What was that all about?" His dad questioned, folding his arms across his chest. His jaw was set, a vein in his temple standing out a bit. Tristan rolled his eyes and picked his shirt up off the floor.

"Love. That's what."


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