Page 4 of Honorable Convictions
“Is Wade going to try to cajole Pierson into hanging out with us?” Darcie asked.
“Yeah, although I doubt he’s going to be successful. That poor guy probably wants to rest until morning,” Clayland responded.
For Mitchell, the idea of having resurrection sickness was somehow not as bad as spending three days by himself. The company of people was something he preferred, and although there were things they didn’t agree on, Mitchell liked his fellow trainees. Instead of taking a seat, Mitchell leaned against the far wall closest to the door. Darcie opened her training manual while Trista sat cross-legged on her bed, next to Clayland. The two had focused heavily on experimenting with everything that came to mind, including their new bodies.
They had no qualms about doing it with an audience, so Mitchell had gotten an eyeful of sex. Unbothered by it, he couldn’t say he understood it. His desires hadn’t kicked in yet, which, according to the manual, was completely normal. Each person adjusted to life at their own pace. Something they knew all too well, considering how sick Wade’s roommate was.
“So, it’s our last night of freedom—what should we do?” Darcie asked, flipping the pages of the book on her lap.
“I’ve got a theory,” Trista announced.
“What’s that?” Mitchell asked.
“Well, you’re the only one of us who hasn’t had an orgasm. I think we need to remedy that situation.”
“Trista, that’s untrue. Poor Pierson down the hall certainly hasn’t, and Mitchell’s sexuality hasn’t switched on. When it does, I’m sure he’ll be happy to explore.”
“I’m certainly not going to go force a guy that’s been throwing up for three days to try sex. Leave him out of this. We’ll worry about the things he might be interested in doing as soon as he’s feeling better.”
“Wade says he’s handsome,” Clayland offered. “Blond hair with green eyes.”
“There’s a lot of different shades of green,” Mitchell mused. While Clayland had interest in both men and women, Mitchell had no clue yet if it mattered to him that Pierson was good-looking.
“He said they were the color of the bottles in the dining hall,” Darcie said.
“Let’s hope he’s into men, right, Mitchell?” Clayland teased.
Mitchell lifted one shoulder and his mouth twisted. “I guess. I haven’t figured out any of that yet. I suppose I will whenever my sex drive kicks in.”
“Does anyone want to hear my theory on that?”
“Fine, Trista. We don’t want you to explode because you’re forced to keep your idea to yourself,” Darcie remarked.
With a bright grin, Trista scooted forward on the mattress. “I think you need to boost it. You’re waiting for a light to go on inside you, but perhaps if you focused on actual sensation, you might unlock it.”
Although Mitchell didn’t consider himself a prude, there were some things he preferred to keep private. But everyone else had been open about whatever they did or thought, so what choice did he have but to do the same? “I tried this morning to get things going in the shower.”
“There you have it, Trista. If friction didn’t do the job, then we have to be patient and wait for Mitchell’s mind and body to get fully synced,” Clayland reasoned.
Her face was thoughtful for several minutes, but she continued to stare at Mitchell. It was slightly unnerving, as the last thing he truly wanted to discuss was his still-absent sexuality. “Okay, what if doing it to yourself isn’t the answer?” Trista suggested. Darcie rolled her eyes and Trista slapped her hands together. “Hear me out. If you’re stroking yourself while trying to force out a reaction, there’s simply too much going on. I believe what you need is to have someone else helping you.”
Clayland laughed. “You just want to see Mitchell’s dick. Other than our sick friend, his are the only privates you haven’t explored yet.”
“She barely touched mine,” Darcie complained.
“That’s because I prefer men,” Trista countered. “And I don’t think looking at it is going to do a damn thing. Mitchell, you need to be touched. I humbly volunteer myself to suck it for you.”
“He might prefer a guy,” Clayland argued.
“That’s the thing; he doesn’t know yet what he likes.”
“Then it makes just as much sense for me to be the one to suck it.”
“Clayland, don’t be petty. It was my idea. Clearly, I should be the one who gets to help Mitchell.”
“You don’t even know if it’s going to work,” Darcie pointed out.
“We won’t know until we try. What do you think, Mitchell?”
