Who: Tristan West & Avery Tremblay What: Getting to know each other. You know, biblically. Where: Tristan's penthouse in Los Angeles, CA When: Wednesday night, November 8th, 2017 Warnings: Sex. Lots of it.Maybe some feelings too but mostly sex.
It'd been a few weeks since that night at Avery's show, the night when everything had really changed between them, and ever since then time had seemed to pass by for him at a snail's pace. Nearly everything was marked by whenever he would get to see Avery again, which was still often, though not nearly often enough to Tristan. He still went to the recording studio, he went to meetings and the occasional business dinner, he still did his own performances, but all the while it was actually verging on impossible for him to get his mind on anything else for longer than the span of the few minutes it took to circle right back around to thinking about Avery again. He was a man consumed by another, and he didn't even really know what he was doing, but Tristan's unsure footing while venturing into this virtually unfamiliar territory weren't enough to stop him.
Whatever they were doing, it was still new to him. Maybe it wasn't so new to Baal anymore, but that didn't really matter here. This was still Tristan's life first, gods or not, had been even after Baal came into his life, and everything about Avery was something he'd never experienced before with another person. The way he felt, the way they touched each other. He couldn't even simplify it by saying that it was obviously only because he'd never gotten intimate with another man before, because in some ways that was the least of what made this so different, it was always about so much more than that with Avery. That should have scared him now. Had scared him, for months. It was the only reason he'd kept his distance for as long as he possibly could before he eventually gave in, but that was the thing about Avery. He was kind of inevitable, just like Inanna.
The inevitability of this thing between them had settled in Tristan's chest as an almost peaceful acceptance at this point, after all of the turbulence he'd felt over it for months. All of the second guessing and hesitance, the reluctance to open himself up to someone else the way he knew he would if he let this happen. He may have only just recently started to get to know Avery, but Baal knew Inanna well enough to give Tristan a pretty thorough picture of what that would look like. To know Inanna, to love Inanna, was to open yourself up completely. He'd never done that with anyone, and he'd never been willing to do that with anyone else until now. Now, with Avery, it suddenly didn't feel so scary anymore. What had happened between the two of them that night felt like it'd been a long time coming, even though they'd really only known each other for a handful of months, fueled even more by the knowledge that any time they had together now would never feel like enough, because it wasn't.
He'd been angry about it. In some ways he still was. He didn't know for sure if he'd gotten the same raw deal as Baal and maybe part of his anger was knowing that he would probably never know until it either happened or it didn't. Tristan had never liked feeling vulnerable. He still didn't, but spending time with Avery these last few months had shown him the strength and the beauty in that. If Baal could learn to let go of his pride a little, so could Tristan, as hard as that was for gods like them. Even Tristan wasn't stubborn enough to not see the truth, though. Avery was the calm to his storm, and Tristan couldn't help how drawn he'd felt to him since the beginning. Still couldn't, except now he was no longer trying so hard to fight it. Now that he knew what it was like to kiss Avery, Tristan honestly wasn't sure why it'd taken him so long to do it in the first place.
Despite how much he enjoyed watching Avery perform, Tristan much preferred nights like this. When they could be alone in the privacy of four walls and comfortable places to sit and be together, without having to step around dozens of naked, writhing bodies still caught up in the sexual energy of Inanna's miracles. The whole orgy thing hadn't phased Tristan as much as he thought it would, after the first time (though he still never participated), but he'd rather have Avery all to himself like this. In his own place, with a nice view of the Hollywood hills through huge glass windows that led out to a balcony, just after sunset. The actual interior decor of his place was pretty humble, nothing too elaborate. Nice furniture, a rug, a few gold records hanging on the wall from artists he'd produced, some family pictures. Tristan didn't really feel the need for a whole lot of clutter. "Here you go," Tristan broke the temporary, comfortable silence as he made his way back out to the living room from the kitchen, handing Avery his drink. There was soft R&B music playing in the background, though Tristan had stopped paying attention to it since the second Avery had shown up. He was still a little too proud to admit how nervous Avery made him feel, so he swallowed it down with a sip from his own glass.