Page 67 of Cherry on Top

Enzo’s skin felt too tight. This was fun yes, but it was also driving him more than a little nuts. He nearly opened his mouth and said, “fuck the charade, let’s do this for real.” What stopped him was what Enzo imagined Will’s inevitable question would be. Are you staying here in Indigo Bay then?

He didn’t fucking know. He didn’t want to. And he’d sworn he never would. Especially not for a guy.

But Will wasn’t just any guy, was he? He was Will. He had blue eyes and the brightest smile and abs that Enzo was desperate to lick his way down.

It wasn’t just the way he looked, either. It was how he smiled when he handed a little kid an ice cream cone as big as his head. And laughed. His kindness. His willingness to give to others. His patience with Giana, when she hadn’t really deserved it.

Ugh.

“I think now,” Will said. “Full confession. I’m a pretty good kisser, so you’d definitely be moaning now.”

Enzo wanted to moan now, for real.

“Who’s got the big head now?” he said instead.

Will looked slightly sheepish, but not even close to ashamed. “Just telling it like it is.”

“So I gotta moan now?” Enzo didn’t think he’d ever moaned, sexually, on cue before. Usually when he did it, he wasn’t thinking about it. Wasn’t thinking about anything.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got performance anxiety,” Will joked.

Enzo rolled his eyes, but maybe he did, a little. He let out a little moan, probably not nearly loud enough, but didn’t you have to work up to that? That was a good excuse. If Will called him on it, he’d just say it was a work in progress.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good, let me hear you, Honey Bunny,” Will said, his voice inching upwards. He sounded as hot and bothered as Enzo felt.

There was part of him that hoped, fervently, that Will was feeling this as much as Enzo was. That was also going out of his mind with how much he wanted—no, he needed—this to be real.

But he couldn’t ask and open that can of worms. Instead, they were going to have to plow through this.

Metaphorically.

He moaned a little louder then. And then again. Will did, too, and Enzo tried to pretend he wasn’t going to be hearing that noise an hour from now when he was finally alone and could wrap his hand around his cock and give in to the pleasure teasing him.

“Oh, yeah, that’s so good,” Enzo called out. Will gave him an approving nod, and okay, maybe he was actually decent at this. “Give me more, Stud Muffin.”

“Oh, baby, I got it all for you,” Will said with a nice heavy moan as additional ammunition. He smacked the door again and then again.

Enzo risked a glance at him. And yeah, it was not full dark in the room—there was a light on in the corner—and Will was definitely hard in his slacks. Then there was the flush on his face, the brightness in his eyes . . .well, it helped but it didn’t help, also, that Will was just as affected by this as Enzo was.

“I think,” Enzo said in a low voice, “it’s too been long since I’ve actually done this for real.”

Will smiled, understanding in his eyes. “Uh, yeah. Me too. Though . . .” He stopped. Hesitating.

“What is it?”

“It’s never been like this before,” Will said. “And we’re not even doing it for real.”

Enzo wanted to squeeze his eyes shut and run away.

But he didn’t. Because he was a goddamn grown-up, and it was partially his fault they were in this mess.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Do you think we should . . .” Will gestured towards the bed.

Do this for real? Pin me to the nearest horizontal surface and kiss me like you mean it? Absolutely.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Yes.” Enzo nodded and kept nodding, feeling unhinged as they pushed off from the door and approached the bed.

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