"Oh, me too, just had a full course meal from heaven, a special delicacy made for me" Roth's said, in his usual cheery voice, with a wink, brought Tristan back to his senses. With a pang of jealousy and some embarrassment at his recent thoughts, Tristan realized that it would never be him - it would always be Ruby or some other woman, never him. That thought caused his hatred for Ruby to increase.
Oh! He really wanted not to hate Ruby. He really wanted it to be difficult despising Ruby, but it keeps getting easy. Roth keeps making it easy. He keeps torturing him, making it damn easy to hate Ruby with everything in him.
He glared at Ruby, who had now put on her shorts, and was visibly flushed, either from embarrassment or from being sucked on by Roth. Tristan could not figure out whether he hated her or wanted to be her more.
He left the kitchen without another word. Once safely back to his room, he allowed himself to cry and feel all the things he could never tell anyone. Roth kept crushing his heart without even meaning to do so. He closed his eyes and went to his happy place; thoughts of Roth and himself. Roth's tongue exploring his manhood, Roth's lips around his cock, sucking the soul out of him, Roth's strong grip on his body, Roth's touch.
Without even realizing it, Tristan's hand slipped into his pajama pants. As expected, he was rock hard. Just the mere thought of Roth turned him on like nothing else. He pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it with Roth's thoughts filled in his head.
He imagined his hand to be Roth's anus, he imagined Roth being bent over in front of him, he imagined positioning himself on Roth, he imagined Roth's hungry eyes pleading him to do it, he imagined himself entering Roth, he imagined how Roth would feel around his cock, and then he imagined Roth moaning out his name with pleasure, "Tristan … Tristan."
It took him a minute to register that that calling was not a part of his imagination and Roth was knocking his door to ask him to hurry to make it to the studio on time. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and went on to pick out his clothes for the day.
Two hours later, they were at the studio. It was Roth's favorite time of the week - The Sex Doctor show time! Tristan was checking on some audio-settings and Roth was on the phone with someone. After finishing his phone call, he walked up behind Tristan and put a hand on his back, "Have you set up the microphone and all?"
What he did not expect was for Tristan to startle and jump back from his touch. "I - uh - yes, okay, yes I will check it again." Tristan visibly swallowed saliva and attempted to enter the booth to check on the mic arrangements, but Roth grabbed his hand.
"Wait, Tristan, are you okay?" He asked with a concerned look in his eyes. Tristan just nodded, how could he tell him of the effect that Roth had on him. Roth moved closer to him and shifted his hand to Tristan's arm and looked into his eyes with a look that made Tristan's heart race. Roth's intoxicating cologne was causing that familiar sensation in his trousers to begin.
"Are you sure?" Roth's eyes seemed to be searching for something in his expression. Tristan could not hold his gaze so he looked at the floor and said, "Yes, of course."
This time satisfied with his response, Roth nodded, put his arm around Tristan's back and rubbed it. Tristan closed his eyes - his touch felt so good. Tristan wanted him to never remove his hands from his body.
Roth's touch made every cell in Tristan's body come to life, including his cock. With horror, Tristan became aware of the growing bulge in his trousers, which was just seconds away from becoming noticeable. He shrugged Roth's hand off of him, feeling empty as Roth's touch was lifted from his body. He bent over the audio system to relieve the uncomfortable feeling of hardness in his trousers.
Thankfully, Roth did not seem to think much of it and proceeded to walk into his booth as it was almost time to go live.
"Good evening everyone! I hope all you pleasure-seeking ladies and gentlemen are having a wonderful evening. If not, worry not, the sex doctor is here to relieve you from all your troubles and show you new ways to indulge in passionate love-making." Roth continued to speak in his microphone with his usual cheerful voice as Tristan watched him from outside the glass wall of the booth.
"As per usual, we will be greeting our callers first. So, Tristan, who is our first caller for today?"
Taking the cue, Tristan pressed a button to connect him to the woman on the other end of the line. "Say hello to Mary, doctor." He signaled Roth.
Roth gave him a thumbs up and spoke in the mic, "Hello Mary, how are you doing?"
"I cannot believe I am actually on a call with you, doctor! It's a dream come true." The excitement was bursting from the voice of the woman on line.
"Well, Mary, why don't you pinch yourself and check, maybe it is a dream." Roth joked in his usual manner.
"Oh doctor, you are so funny. I am a massive fan of your show, I never miss an episode of it!"
"Thank you Mary, for contributing to our views. If your little fan moment is over, how may I be of help today?" Roth chuckled.
"Doctor, my boyfriend of four years is temporarily moving to Paris from NYC. He will be gone for an year, and will not be able to sexually satisfy me any longer. I know I won't be able to go a whole year without it, but I also don't want to break up with him because I am emotionally attached to him. Can you please help me?" Mary sounded desperate.
"Why, of course! You have a genuine problem, Mary. Many a people are in long-distance relationships these days, but a long distance relationship does not mean you have to remain sex-deprived. I am not suggesting you should cheat, but you can not turn a blind eye to your sexual needs either. Sometimes you have that emotional connection with someone and you really love them, but you don't have physical access to them."
Roth's last sentence caused Tristan to look up from his laptop and stare at him.
Oh who would know better than Tristan what it feels like to love someone but not having physical access to them.