Page 56 of Pining for Pierce
“It feels… well, it feels wrong to objectify you. Or Alan Ritchson, for that matter. It’s shallow to judge someone based on how they look.”
“Yeah, it is… if that’s the only basis for your opinion. Which it isn’t, is it?”
“No.”
“And in any case,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose, “although I can’t speak for Alan Ritchson, I don’t have a problem with it. As far as I’m concerned, you can objectify to your heart’s content, baby.”
I giggle and he kisses my lips this time, keeping it brief before he flips me around again, and presses ‘play’ on the remote.
“Which episode are we watching?” I ask, reaching out to grab the plate and put it on my lap again.
“Three.”
“Okay.”
“You’re sure you don’t want me to go back to episode one?”
“No, it’s fine.”
He takes another slice of pizza, pulling me a little closer to him, which feels nice. His arousal is still there, pressing into me, but I like that. I like that I turn him on. It’s what he does to me, and I relish the feeling of his arm around me, and his muscular chest behind me, letting out a slight sigh of satisfaction as I nibble on my pizza.
After a few minutes, Pierce sits up just a little and says, “How do you know Gabe Sullivan?”
I look around at him and smile. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of him as well as Alan Ritchson?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head, trying not to smile. “I just wondered how you knew him.”
“He’s one of Doctor Dodds’s patients,” I say. “Him and his wife. And I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you anything more than that.”
“That’s okay,” he says. “I’m not being nosy. It’s just I noticed he seemed to go a little quiet when he realized who you were.”
“Yeah. There’s a reason for that. He probably didn’t like being reminded of their most recent visit to the doctor’s office.”
He tightens his grip on me. “There’s nothing wrong, is there? With him, or his wife?”
“I can’t tell you, Pierce. I’m not allowed.”
“Okay.”
He nods his head, although I can see he’s troubled, and I lean up just slightly and whisper, “They’re having a few problems, but neither of them is sick. Does that answer your question?”
“Yeah, it does. Thanks for telling me.”
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Thanks.”
“You were worried, weren’t you?”
“Yeah. He was a nice guy.”
“I agree, although I don’t know him or his wife very well. I’ve only seen them a few times… and not in the best of circumstances.”
He dips his head and kisses me before we both get back to eating and watching TV. We’ve missed quite a lot of the episode, but it doesn’t matter. We both know what happens, and although it’s nice to have some vague noise in the background, I think we’re both more interested in each other than anything else.
The pizza is delicious, and we finish all of it, except a couple of crusts, after which Pierce takes the plate out to the kitchen, putting it into the dishwasher.
“Do you want another drink?” he asks.
