Page 70 of Cherry on Top

Will heard a rustle and gasped under his breath. Imagining what Enzo would look like if he opened the door now. If he let Will look his fill. Because Will had a feeling he would.

A moment later, he was coming hard, in his hand, pulse after pulse, and even after it was over, he wished it hadn’t happened like that.

That he’d stayed.

That things were different.

He took another few minutes. Washed his hand and the rest of him. Brushed his teeth.

Stared in the mirror and waited for the inevitable glow on his cheeks to fade, but that took even longer than the pleasure to dissipate entirely.

Finally, he didn’t have any other choice but to open the door and walk back out into the bedroom.

Enzo was lounging on the bed. He’d taken off his pants and his shirt, and was only in his boxer briefs and a white tank. Will swallowed hard. He looked so gorgeous like this, all relaxed, bedroom eyes soft and blurred with the pleasure he’d just given himself.

Will imagined he might look like this after he’d just pleasured him.

“Come on, get in,” Enzo said, patting the bed next to him. “You’ll sleep better, now.”

“Yeah.” Will was tired but keyed up at the same time. Still, what else could he do but slide in next to Enzo?

You idiot, this was your stupid idea.

“See, that wasn’t so bad?” Enzo teased in a low voice.

“Could’ve been better.” Will cleared his throat.

“Eh. We said it would complicate everything. Or you said it. And I didn’t exactly disagree because you weren’t wrong.”

And what’s wrong with a little complication?

Will knew he was in trouble when his own brain had decided to play devil’s advocate.

“Yeah,” Will said. He leaned over, clicked the light off, and then rolled back over, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. It was easier than looking back over at Enzo, who no doubt resembled some kind of Renaissance masterpiece, with the dark carving out the hollows of his face.

“Well.” Enzo let out a breath. “I think we did at least really convince everyone.”

At what cost?

That question was still echoing through Will’s mind as he fell asleep a few minutes later.

Chapter Thirteen

Will woke up with a mouthful of hair.

He was tucked around a slim, firm body and didn’t ever want to open his eyes.

Mostly, because there was only one man who could be in his bed, and it was too good of a dream to shake off.

Then a moment later, before he could really sink into the warm lassitude of this feeling, his phone alarm blared, ruining everything.

Enzo wiggled out of his arms, and Will rolled over. Not sure what he should say. Should he apologize for spooning the hell out of him?

Well, it had probably been inevitable.

If they ended up in the same bed together, they were going to end up touching.

Will finally leaned over and turned off his alarm.

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