Peter got up quietly and went to the bathroom to pee and clean up. He checked out his reflection in the mirror and wondered if he’d ever looked as content in his life. He grinned, turned to a profile view, and flexed a bicep. He knew he was an attractive man. Lord knows how many times he was hit on at pubs or other gay events. The success of his clinic had always been first in his mind. Now, he had something even more important. It was while Russell was under the influence of the sedative, when he mumbled that he loved Peter, that Peter knew he felt the exact same way. He turned, faced his reflection, put his hands on his hips, and thrust his pelvis a few times. His c**k was still semi-erect from the earlier excitement. He knew that what they had done was making love, not f*****g like bunn
