Chapter 12 #2
“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 of Mitch’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.”
Mitch stared at him for a moment, then raised his arms over his head, giving him that flat belly and lean chest. The muscles pulling up in the arms fascinated him with their wiry strength. “Okay, play away, but you should know sooner or later I’m gonna get impatient.”
Oh, he loved that warning tone Mitch had in his voice. Cam grinned, wild and happy, and bent to kiss one of Mitch’s nipples, licking it before biting a little too.
“Oh, fuck. You are hotter than a two-dollar pistol. I want you. Bad.”
“I want you too.”
“Come on, Cam, just get over here and huddle up with me, kiss me, touch me, love on me. You don’t have to be so separate. I ain’t fixin’ to break.” Mitch put his hands back down and grabbed Cam to pull him against him.
Cam finally gave in and went because he didn’t think he would be able to stay separate much longer. His cock was hard as a rock and aching. His balls drew up and he wanted to do some rubbing and tugging and pulling and kissing and get off.
They had time for other stuff later, but right now, he was too damn on fire. It had been too long, and Mitch was the one he had wanted for years.
So he got them set up so they could tug each other, their cocks kind of rubbing together, their hands moving on both of them without putting all of his weight on top of Mitch. Mitch’s other hand slid under his butt and tugged them even closer, and they were cooking with gas.
Mitch moaned, biting at him, humping hard, and he tried to hold Mitch down a bit so he didn’t hurt that poor back, but it didn’t matter. They were going hard at it, and he was going to come in a heartbeat. He couldn’t believe it. He felt like a teenager again.
Even as he had the thought, he immediately discarded it. This was nothing like being a teenager.
This was Mitch and that body was all adult, and the man himself was all grown-up, and he still wanted him.
“Soon, Cam. Damn soon. I’m gonna blow.” Mitch dug into his hip with those short, blunt nails, and he panted because the sting was the perfect incentive. His balls seemed to burst, his body on fire as he shot all over Mitch’s hip and belly.
Mitch rose up, grunting, not able to arch probably as much as he wanted to with the way his body was fighting him, but Cam could tell it didn’t matter. He was coming hard, painting their skin with more liquid heat.
They came down in a haze, panting and wheezing, pressed tight against each other. He glanced up, stroking Mitch’s hair off his sweaty forehead. “Damn, babe.”
Mitch gulped for air, nodding hard. “Damn, indeed. That was totally worth the wait.”
And they looked at each other, grinning, and then they were both laughing hard. Just letting it out, the release of tension, something wild and free and wonderful.
“I hope we didn’t wake up the girls,” Mitch finally said, and the laughter had died down.
“Well, you know, if we did, we’ll clean ourselves up and then we’ll tuck them back into bed.”
“Sounds good, babe.” Mitch kissed his temple and then relaxed down against him. “You’ll stay in here with me tonight?”
“I will.” He couldn’t think of anything he’d like better. Cam figured they needed to get up and clean up a little bit and maybe put their underwear back on, but he was going to stay.
They were grown-ups. If they wanted to be together and spend the night, they didn’t have to ask anybody for permission.