Mitch tapped on the door, and opened it a bit. “I’m heading to bed, baby girl. If you need anything, holler. I love you. Don’t stay up too late.”
“I was just putting out my clothes for tomorrow, Daddy. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. We’ll see you in the morning.” Mitch blew a kiss and then closed the door, but it wasn’t ever like he was hiding Cam.
In fact, had Rebekka been looking, she could have seen him. That made him proud.
He followed Mitch to the bedroom where they entered and closed the door. Mitch locked it behind them. Cam would never presume to do that because he knew Mitch liked to have an open-door policy for the girls. But he figured every so often Mitch had to lock the door, and the girls knew just to knock, maybe? Made sense.
His parents had a count-to-five policy. They never locked their door, but they’d always said to knock, then count to five before you come in. And it probably saved him an eyeful more than once because his folks had that many kids for a reason. They knew how to get busy.
As soon as the door closed behind him good though, he grabbed Mitch nice and easy and swung him around so he could take another kiss.
Mitch opened up to him, one hand at his waist and the other on his arm. This kiss liked to burn him to the ground. The hunger in it was quite possibly the most perfect thing he’d ever felt in his entire life.
Mitch kissed him as if he were an addiction, as if he were heroin and nicotine and religion and whiskey all wrapped up into the same breath. No hesitation, no worry, no timidity either. This wasn’t the kiss of a teenage boy exploring his options. This was the kiss of a man who knew who he wanted.
Lord have mercy. Cam’s knees were going weak.
He yanked their lips apart, staring as he fought to breathe.
“This good?”
It took a good second before Mitch’s words hit his ears, and he managed to nod, and then pushed his hips toward Mitch so he wouldn’t see worry in those pretty eyes. “You’re making me weak in the knees. I might have to sit down. You mind if we sit on the edge of the bed?”
“Only if we get naked first. I don’t know about you, but I need to be bare with you.” Mitch’s grin was wicked, and he didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded and worked off his belt, got his jeans open. He could do bare, no question. He could do all kinds of it.
Mitch watched him for a minute, not even moving, barely seeming to breathe. Then it was as if he remembered he was there with Cam and started to undo the buttons on his shirt while he watched Cam. He loved that Mitch was caught up in him, that he was more interested in watching Cam than he was in anything else. It boded well for his focus.
Cam tugged off his shirt, then his pants, getting himself down to his boxer briefs and his socks in no time.
Mitch hummed and settled on the dark blue bed sheets, naked as the day he was born.
Cam shoved his briefs and socks off, then crawled up on the bed to join Mitch, settling on his knees next to Mitch’s hip. He didn’t want to push too hard, and he didn’t want to take a chance on lowering his weight down on Mitch’s body and making everything all out of alignment.
From this angle he could touch, and he did, pushing his hand up along Mitch’s thigh to his hip. The other had went to Mitch’s chest, where he plucked at a tiny nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
Mitch gasped and licked his lips, staring at him with huge eyes. That sweet nipple filled and went hard for him. “I like that.”
Cam could tell.
“Uh-huh, there’s other things you’re going to like even more.” The hand below pushed up to close around the base ofMitch’s cock, and Cam stroked, just holding on tight enough to give some good friction.
Cam loved all things about sex. The touching, sucking, kissing, and licking. It didn’t matter. It didn’t have to be the main event all the time for him to get off on it.
Mitch gasped, lips parted, and he glanced up quickly, worried he’d hurt his lover. But no, that wasn’t pain. That was pure pleasure in a desperate need.
“I want you to let me do the work now. I don’t want you to be too enthusiastic and end up having a relapse.”
“Don’t talk about relapses. Just keep touching. Please.”
“Like I’m gonna stop now.” Cam pushed his thumb over the head of Mitch’s cock, gathering the wet drops there. They were hot as fire and he wanted to lick them off, but then again, he didn’t want to have to stop touching, so he kept on, stroking up and down, up and down. The entire time he explored the rest of Mitch’s body with his other hand.
Mitch was solid with muscles coming back with rehab and daily work, the tight body eager and ready to move back into equilibrium.
Mitch kept reaching for him, but he swatted that curious hand away.
“I want to play with you, babe. Just let me.”
