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he angled his head to accept Mitch more fully. He took immediate advantage,
parting Pearce’s lips with his tongue and delving into the hot depths of his
mouth.
    They shared a groan, chests vibrating. Hell, every inch of
them was vibrating. The walls around their emotions were about to shake loose
and collapse.
    Pearce scraped his fingers over the back of Mitch’s head,
giving him a thrill. When their tongues met in mutual need, any excuse they
might have tried to blame the moment on was completely lost. They’d officially
broken through the barricades of pretense.
    Mitch pressed him back against the wall, pinning him with
his body and mouth. He grasped his shoulder, kneading the flesh and learning
the hard muscle beneath. Pearce did the same, exploring Mitch’s shoulders,
chest, back and down to the ridges of his abs.
    Between biting kisses, Mitch gave him a command. “Get it
out. Touch me.”
    Pearce tugged on the towel around Mitch’s hips and it
opened. Hot air rushed over his cock and balls. Pearce tore his mouth away from
their kiss and stared down at the thick shaft that had seemingly jumped into
his hand.
    Pearce’s gaze burned, almost a caress of its own. “Fucking
hot.”
    “Stroke it. I want to feel it in your hand.”
    Pearce’s eyes cleared and he withdrew. “Just a moment.” He
gained his feet and grabbed a wooden stool from the corner. Then he took it to
the door and wedged the seat against the handle and the legs against the
built-in bench, effectively barring the door from intruders.
    Mitch didn’t give a fuck who walked in and saw them, even if
it was the entire team of Firehouse 5. Luke, Zacherel, Dobbs, Howland, Damian.
What did it matter? All Mitch wanted was to shout out the news of his and
Pearce’s mutual desire. For too long it had been Mitch doing all the wanting,
or so it seemed.
    In two steps, Pearce was with him once more, and Mitch
thrust his hips upward, forcing his cock into Pearce’s hand. He wrapped his
long digits around Mitch’s length with a grin, thumb strumming the sensitive
tip.
    “Shit,” he murmured as Pearce rolled the head through his
fingers. Juices formed at the opening and Pearce immediately captured it with
his thumb, smearing it over the tip until it was shiny.
    Mitch moved in for another kiss. Pearce met him halfway,
giving his mouth and tongue with an eagerness that was almost desperation. Hot
tongues clashed. Mitch yanked open Pearce’s towel and captured his length in
his fist.
    Pearce’s whole body convulsed, rocking forward. Mitch met
his gaze as they began to stroke each other. Mitch worked down Pearce’s
velvety-hard shaft, learning every ridge and vein. It filled his palm
perfectly. When he reached the root, he slipped his fingers below to cradle
Pearce’s balls.
    A low growl issued from Pearce’s chest. “Fuck!”
    “Jesus, you’re hard.” Mitch abandoned Pearce’s balls, unable
to stop himself from feeling his long erection instead. Soon enough he’d give
every bit of Pearce’s body its due. But right now, he needed this.
    He clamped his hand around Pearce’s cock and pumped it.
Pearce’s eyes hooded. He didn’t stop touching Mitch in return though, working
his arousal in time to Mitch’s strokes.
    Suddenly Mitch released him. He dipped his body over
Pearce’s, pressing hard cock to hard cock. Searing heat washed through him and
settled somewhere around his heart.
    Pearce buried his face in the crook of Mitch’s shoulder,
breathing as if he’d just escaped a gas explosion. The pressure mounted in
Mitch’s body. Reaching between them, he wrapped his hand around both of their
cocks. There was no need for a barrier—they were both regularly tested and
clean.
    “It’s not going to take long. Damn, I don’t wanna blow yet!”
Pearce bit off his words and then sank his teeth into Mitch’s shoulder.
    Fisting their cocks together, rubbing flesh to flesh and
letting their lengths glide through his hand, Mitch continued his