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stumbled home and took advantage of you.” He shook his
head. “Dude, I’m so fucking sorry.”
    Mitchell laughed, out loud,
with a full body guffaw. The shock of Landon’s words didn’t want to
settle into reality just yet. “You’re…apologizing…to…” He couldn’t
even finish. He leaned over, resting his hands on his knees as he
tried to regain his composure. The man was apologizing to him for crying out
loud.
    “ What’s so fucking
funny?”
    “ God, I thought you were
gonna kick my ass.” Mitchell wiped the tears that leaked out from
his mirth.
    “ Why? It wasn’t your fault.
I came on to you.” Landon said, a bit of cockiness rearing its
head.
    “ So?” What is he getting at?
    “ So?” Landon shook his
head. “You’d have begged for it if I’d wanted you to.”
    That had Mitchell narrowing his gaze. “Just
because a man comes on to me doesn’t mean I can’t resist him.”
    It was Landon’s turn to laugh, but this time
in disbelief. “Oh c’mon, dude. Chicks can’t resist me. Gay guys
probably dream about me just as much.”
    “ Do you actually hear
yourself?” Mitchell asked, propping one hand on his hip. “Gay guys
don’t pant over everyone with a dick. Just like you don’t try to
bang anyone with a vagina.” Of course, Landon wasn’t just any
regular guy. He was hot. Mitchell knew that. Problem was, so did
Landon. Mitchell held no illusions that what happened last night
would lead to something more. Landon was still a breeder. He’d just
chock their episode up as a college experiment, but that didn’t
mean Mitchell couldn’t knock him off his ego trip first.
Unfortunately, fighting with a half-naked, sexy-as-sin man had his
dick throbbing. If he hadn’t already been fighting his sexual
needs, he’d think he was getting off on the argument.
    “ Hey, I’m not talking about
every guy. I’m talking about me.” He reached down and rubbed his
straining cock through his underwear, and Mitchell’s mouth watered
at the sight. “I know what I’m working with.”
    “ So do I,” Mitchell said,
eyebrow raised. “But you don’t see me trying to prove a point.
Hell, I know you’re fucking hot, man.”
    “ So you admit you couldn’t
resist me.” There was that cocky grin again. Why did that look set
Mitchell off? Why was Landon talking about this shit? And why in
God’s name was Mitchell’s cock hard as stone?
    “ Landon,” he ground out. “I
never said I wanted to resist you. I was trying to for your benefit.”
    There was that damn smirk
again! Fuck it .
    “ You know what, man? It’s
not me who has to resist.” Mitchell stalked over to him and poked
him in his hard, still wet chest. “If it came down to it, you’d be
the one resisting me . Not the other way around. You think some skinny skank knows
how to suck cock? Dude, I’d blow your fucking mind. I’d have you so
hard and begging, you wouldn’t care I didn’t have tits or a pussy
for you to sink into. I could work you up so hard, so fast, it’d be
all you could do to shove my face into a pillow and fuck my tight
ass before you came all over yourself with just the thought of
ramming into me.”
    The air sawed out of Mitchell’s lungs, and
he wasn’t the only one searching for air. Sweat beaded on his
forehead, his finger still poking into Landon’s chest. His hot,
slick chest. Mitchell started to move his finger away, but as it
slipped, it traveled down Landon’s abdomen instead of off his body.
The man tightened, but said nothing as Mitchell stared into his
eyes.
    “ Would you stop me now?” he
breathed, the lone finger still trekking down its path. When it
grazed Landon’s erection through the cotton, Landon winced, but his
hips jerked toward him.
    Mitchell knew this was madness. This
wouldn’t fix what had happened. It’d only make matters worse, but
this time, he didn’t want to stop, to find reason. Nor did he want
Landon’s brain to forge through the haze of lust Mitchell could
clearly