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him?
    If Mitchell hadn’t been stone cold sober,
he’d be questioning his own memories. It wasn’t as if he didn’t
dream about sex with hot guys. But he knew the truth. There was no
denying he’d gotten Landon off last night while he masturbated in
front of him.
    He gritted his teeth as his cock jerked.
God, the man had been sexy as hell with only his penis exposed. Now
he was in the shower, naked, rubbing down his body. Would he jack
off now? Would he harbor some sexual awareness from last night
that’d turn him on again?
    Fuck, he couldn’t think about that! Maybe
he’d tell Landon the truth later, but no way could he face a wet,
half-dressed Landon while sporting wood. He needed to take his mind
off last night and fast.
    He slumped into the chair at his
workstation. He couldn’t analyze the properties of the lube right
now. If he did, he’d have to think about how it felt on Landon’s
cock. Instead, he pulled up chemical breakdowns of naturally
occurring oils and focused on the mundane data. It had always been
easy for him to get lost in his project, and as long as he didn’t
dwell on what it actually was, then he could forget for now. Within
minutes he was typing away on his keyboard and reading about
alternative compounds.
    Mitchell was in the middle of comparing the
viscosity of coconut oil to palm oil when the bathroom door swung
open. On instinct, he looked over his shoulder.
    He shouldn’t have.
    Not because Landon was in his underwear with
water droplets sliding down his bare chest or that his underwear
did nothing to hide the erection beneath. Oh no, the look in
Landon’s gaze was a mix of shock, confusion, and yes…a little bit
pissed.
    He remembered. He must have. There was no
other reason why he just stood there staring at Mitchell, who was
doing his best not to jump up and explain. Instead, he sat very
still without saying a word. His reprieve had been short-lived, but
at least he hadn’t woken up to Landon punching him in the face.
    Slowly, Landon walked toward him. Mitchell
watched him warily. When Landon reached for the half-empty
container of lube, Mitchell couldn’t sit still any longer. He
jumped up and out of arm’s reach while Landon obviously continued
to process what had happened.
    Landon’s gaze cut to him. “Mind telling me
why I just tried to rub one out and had a vision of you giving me a
hand job?” He glanced at his bed. Looked at Mitchell again. Then
walked over to his bed and inspected it. The silence stretched on.
He was waiting for an answer.
    Mitchell sure as hell didn’t want to give
him one. But when Landon turned around and pinned him with his
glare, Mitchell had to shut his eyes to garner his strength. Sure,
he’d briefly considered keeping quiet, but he knew that wasn’t
really plausible. He’d had every intention of coming clean about
what had happened, but he just couldn’t look at Landon while he
summoned the will. He had to take a fortifying breath before
blurting out his confession.
    “ Because I gave you one
last night.”
    “ Son of a bitch!” Landon
threw the container against the wall, and Mitchell flinched at his
outburst. Landon was panting, his hands balled at his sides. He
wanted to hit something, Mitchell could tell. He just hoped that
something wasn’t him.
    Though he couldn’t really blame the man if
he did.
    “ You were really drunk last
night. I tried to talk you out of it,” Mitchell said quickly. He
didn’t think it wise to stress how adamant Landon had been about
doing it, so he stopped there.
    “ You should’ve knocked my
ass out,” Landon gritted out, the tumultuous emotion in his eyes
settling on what looked like guilt.
    Guilt? Why?
    “ Wait.” Mitchell took a
hesitant step toward Landon. “You’re mad at yourself, not
me?”
    Landon laughed bitterly. “Well, hell yeah. I
was pissed when Alex showed up with that douche Colin, so I turned
on the charm with Lizzie and got shitfaced. Then she wouldn’t put
out, so I