Page 78 of Honorable Convictions
“Shh…” Mitchell said, petting his arm to calm him.
“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“What? No. Buzzed,” Mitchell corrected with a goofy smile. “Definitely a good buzz.”
“I guess you had a nice time.”
Mitchell scooted closer to Pierson and put his arms around him. “I did, but I missed you too. Did you have fun at the movies with Sophia?”
“Absolutely, we got there early enough to talk before the movie started. She’s a lovely person, and I got to see as many pictures of her dog as I’ve seen of Peter’s plants.”
“Peter’s plants,” Mitchell snickered. “That sounds funny.”
“Only if you’ve drunk a lot of beer.”
“I had liquor too.”
“I know, I can smell it.”
“Sophia’s dog is cute.”
“Agreed, are you ready to get some sleep now?”
It took some fumbling, but Mitchell managed to get a hand under Pierson’s T-shirt. “I wanna touch you.”
“In the morning when you’re sober.”
“Did you play with yourself again?” Mitchell asked with a pout. “I always miss it. I wanna watch you.”
“I was at the movies, Brooks.”
“You wanna do that? Get your toys out?”
Pierson chuckled and kissed him. “Like I said, in the morning.”
Coasting his palm down, Mitchell sought out Pierson’s dick, but his mate grabbed his wrist. “Lemme touch you.”
“This is really cute and everything, but I don’t know that you’re at your usual level of sexual expertise.”
“But you could do it to yourself and I can watch.” Pierson sighed as Mitchell nuzzled his neck. “I’d like that, Blondie. I wanna see it.”
“You really want to watch me play with myself?”
Excited that he’d convinced him, Mitchell pulled away to smile. “Want me to help you get naked?” There was another gusty exhale, but Mitchell was focused on rolling away to grab the lube. “Take off your clothes.”
“Fine,” Pierson groused.
Mitchell dug through his nightstand, wondering where the hell he’d put the damn slick. “Ah-ha,” he exclaimed, snatching it out of the drawer while Pierson wiggled out of his sleep pants. “I like your skin so much.”
“Good for you, hand over the stuff.”
Mitchell did as he was told and crossed his legs in anticipation of a good show. Ripping the covers down to the edge of the bed, he ensured they weren’t in the way. “Hurry.”
“Are you just going to jerk it while I do this or what?”
“Is that what you want me to do, Blondie?”
“Feels like there should be some togetherness here at some point,” Pierson complained, shimmying around on the mattress until he was on his knees.
