The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

"No…." Tristan pulled his robe sleeve over his thumb and wiped his tears away, feeling a pain of sorrow channel into his heart. "I won't let anyone else hinder into our love…" He pecked his neck again, but has a sense of compulsion to do it over and over, a hotness rising in his body to his chest.

His father glanced up from his laptop, a strance silence falling over the kitchen with the exception of the furnace. I hope those kids are keeping themselves busy…. He caught a glimpse of Graham, still sitting on the counter. Oh– he must've left him here when he was making cookies… He picked him up properly from the counter and headed on upstairs. "Tristan," He called with moderate projection.

Chase curled his arms over his face, not wanting to be seen by Tristan’s father. Wishing he could hide forever in Tristan’s arms, but knowing he’d need to get up. Knowing he’d have to put on a mask.

Tristan glanced over his shoulder when his father called his name yet again. "Yeah???" Why can parents be so nosy…? He pushed himself up and rolled off the bed, apologizing to Chase– but he was trying to cover himself with his arms. He frowned, brow creased with worry. What is going on…? "Are you okay???"
His dad unexpectedly put his hand on Tristan's shoulder and presented Graham to him nicely. "He said he missed you…."

Chase stayed quiet, hoping he only appeared to be tired and Tristan’s father wouldn’t talk to him. He didn’t want to pick up his head to show his red and puffy face.

Tristan hugged Graham tight, thanking his dad.
"Just…" He leaned down to whisper into his ear. "If Chase needs anything, just let me know…." And without another word he left.
Tristan watched and made sure he went all the way back downstairs before clambering back into his bed and comforting Chase. "I shouldn't've forced you to say that…." He brought himself close to him, sandwiching Graham between them. I'm practically contradicting myself….

Chase pressed his face into Tristan’s neck, whispering, “You didn’t force me to do anything.” He sniffled, and wrapped his arms around Tristan. The touch of comfort from another human being made so much of a difference. Just to have someone- to have someone that could comfort you. It made it so much better.

Tristan kissed back at Chase's neck. "Everything's gonna be okay…." He wasn't really sure what else to say to him– he was having a good time. Tristan put his leg over Chase's thigh, trying not to breathe too heavily or hotly.

Chase’s face slowly returned back to normal- the reddish puffiness brought by crying had left, and he breathed Tristan in. He finally whispered a few minutes later, “You’re the only person I’ve ever told. That’s because I love you.”

"You don't have to tell me twice," He breathed, moving up to his cheek. "I will always love you…." Tristan cupped the side of his face. "And I'll never let you go…"

“Promise?” Chase breathed, leaning his head into Tristan’s soft, gentle hand. He didn’t want to let this go, he didn’t want this to end. Chase wanted… Chase wanted Tristan.

He thumbed at his smooth skin. "Don't worry– I promise. Cross my heart…." Tristan leaned in for another kiss when his dad hollered, "I think the dough has chilled long enough!"
But he didn't quite listen, as he was too busy still cuddling…

Chase, ignoring Tristan’s father, met him halfway. Their lips met softly in a delicate harmony. They were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Chase didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to leave Tristan ever.

Tristan relaxed for just a minute, his chest pounding furiously. "I'm not sure how much more I can take…." He smiled. "But…. Maybe…. We can finish our cookies? I mean… I hope you're still in the mood for them as much as I am…."

“I am,” Chase made a smile, remnants of that terrible memory pushed to the back of his mind. All he could think about was Tristan. So his smile grew as he forced himself to stand up, but he stayed right next to Tristan’s side.

Tristan grabbed Graham again and headed back downstairs with Chase behind him.
As he got into the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of his father grabbing the keys to the car. "I'll be out for a few minutes to get the pizza– if you have an emergency, just gimme a call."
Tristan waved as he went out the front door. "Well… You know what this means…."

“What?” Chase tilted his head to the side, taking the liberty of getting the cookies out from the fridge. A soft smell of cookie dough caressed his nose and he hummed in pleasure at the scent.

"We can do whatever we want until Dad gets back," He shrugged. "….Just sayin'…" He set Graham back on the counter where he wouldn't get stuff spilled on him.
Tristan wandered over, pulling some cookie cutters from the cabinet. He met him over at the wooden cutting board, setting the bag of cutters down. "So…. Where do you wanna start?"

“Where do you want to start? I’m happy as long as I’m with you,” Chase told him, a happy smile appearing on his face as he leaned on side of the counter a little bit.

"Well…" Tristan flushed a little, grabbing a pinch of flour to cover the board. "You don't want anything to stick…" He pulled the bowl over and took a significant chunk out of it, slapping it into the flour.
It clouded up in his face, and he had to turn around to sneeze into his arm.

Chase laughed a little, moving over to grab the rolling pin and start on that for Tristan. Gosh he’s so cute… and handsome… and perfect, all at the same time… Chase smiled even more, “I love you.”

Tristan smiled warmly, sniffling a little from his sneeze. "Alright…" He snuggled up against him. "I thought we were making cookies…" He nudged him playfully with his hip. He's really asking for it…. He thought, totally smitten.

Beep

“I don’t mind taking our time,” His hands paused at the rolling pin, and then he was leaning in to Tristan, their lips a breath apart. A dare, in its own way.

Tristan’s chest fluttered a little. “Well… wouldn’t it be weird if Dad walked in on us this way?” He glanced back out the window, to see the driveway still empty. “But you’re right— as long as he’s gone, nothing can go wrong.” He turned back, Chase unbelievably close. ….I didn’t really expect our date to be like this….

“I…” He pulled back slightly, knowing Tristan was right. It was too much of a risk for Tristan’s father to find out. He went back to the rolling pin, distracting himself with that while he asked, “What would your father do if he found out… about us?”

Tristan's brow furrowed. "I have no idea….. Neither of my parents know about… You being my boyfriend…" He trailed off, deep in though. Mom would shun me, but Dad…. "I seriously don't know…" He began to worry about it, and he stared at the ground. The mystery of his father finding out scared him, even though there was a slim chance that he would be okay with it.

Chase finished with rolling the dough out, still wishing he could kiss Tristan but forced those feelings away. The feelings were stupid anyways, he’d probably just end up accidentally wrecking their relationship.

Tristan brought himself back anf sighed. "I just hope it doesn't have to come to that…" He opened the bag of cookie cutters and pulled one out. He dipped the sharp edge in a shallow pile of flour off to the side. "At least Mom for sure isn't around, and I know for sure what she'd do…."

“She and my dad would be friends, I think,” Chase said with a sigh, grabbing another cookie cutter and pressing the shape into the soft dough. Why does the world have to be so… plagued by homophobia?

"Well, she'd do it because she just hates me…" Tristan used the same cutter again, spacing out a little. "To be truthful…. I don't understand her half the time…."