Oh but Mitchell knew exactly what fortune gave him, and Mitchell knew how to appreciate it. He closed his eyes, allowing Carrick the momentary tenderness he seemed inclined to. It was easier to accept if he simply pretended it was Mitchell, the master he would never seek to leave.
"I believe the two of you look at me and see completely different things." There was no way that cool touch was going to do anything but spark arousal in him, slow and sure. He associated it too much with Mitchell. It didn't matter if he wanted to be getting hard for Carrick or not, it would happen anyway.