Page 80 of Cherry on Top

“I feel twenty again.” It was probably too much to say, but Will added, “You make me feel twenty again.”

“I didn’t feel like this even when I was twenty. Back then I thought I was in love with Oliver. And it sure wasn’t like this.”

Will felt a pulse of jealousy, but how could it last when Enzo was the one here with him now, the one who’d run to Cherry’s, just so he could kiss him for real?

And Enzo had said it himself. It hadn’t been like this.

As for Will, he didn’t think he’d ever felt like this, not in all his twenty-nine years.

They were in new, uncharted territory. Both of them.

But it was easier to pull Enzo even closer and kiss him harder, lose himself and all his nagging worries about how was this going to work, to the passion that flared between them.

Less than five minutes later, Enzo was naked and on top of him, one beautiful hand wrapped around their hard cocks, arching as Will dug his fingertips into his ass, encouraging him.

“Fuck,” Enzo groaned as he leaned in, sucking Will’s bottom lip into his mouth, and Will was lost to little burst of pleasure-pain, to intoxicating slide of his cock through Enzo’s fist, bumping up against his toned stomach.

Entranced by the vision of his precome smeared across Enzo’s skin. Like he could mark him and keep him.

Enzo squeezed harder, flicking his wrist, and pleasure spiked.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Will panted. “Give me more, baby.”

Will thought he might protest, draw it out longer, make it even hotter, even as Will’s skin slicked with sweat. But he didn’t, just as lost to it as Will was. Especially when Will tucked a finger between his ass cheeks, sliding it and pressing right into his hole, still a bit loose from earlier.

Enzo moaned and exploded, stripes of come painting Will’s chest.

“Next time,” he said, still panting as he came down from his orgasm, “I’m riding you.”

And that was all it took for Will to tip over the edge, his own orgasm painting up Enzo’s chest.

Enzo didn’t seem particularly concerned about the mess though, because he collapsed onto Will, breathing heavily. “I think,” he slurred, “that we’re gonna wish we were twenty again.”

Will shook his head. He didn’t want to be any other age than the one he was right now. “I’m happy right here. Never been happier.”

“Me neither,” Enzo murmured, fingers digging into Will’s shoulder. Like he’d fight to hang on to him. To never let him go.

Maybe that was the answer to the question Will didn’t know how to ask.

They’d just have to hold on to each other.

Enzo knew he should be exhausted after last night’s sex marathon, but instead he was the opposite. He was not only full of energy but wired, like he’d been plugged into the nearest electrical socket. Lit up from within with a hundred ideas, a thousand. He was painting as fast as he felt comfortable with, sloppier than he’d normally go, and his teachers back in San Francisco would have cautioned him, but Enzo thought they’d understand. Sometimes you were gripped by inspiration and you had to indulge it, not push it away.

He’d gone to work the same way he always did, but the moment he’d turned the corner, lugging the day’s supplies, and seen his work in progress, it had started, and it hadn’t let up in hours.

He set his brush down and stretched his hand, trying to keep it from cramping. Picked up the water bottle he’d brought up the scaffolding with him and sucked half it down, realizing as the water hit his tongue that it was lukewarm and no longer cold

Turning, Enzo glanced at the sun and from its position, he knew he’d been at this hours, with no break. He really should take one. At that thought, his stomach grumbled, and so, reluctantly, he headed down the ladder next to the scaffolding he’d set up.

On the ground he found more water and a little sticky note with a heart drawn on it and a “W.”

His heartbeat accelerated, and for a minute, he seriously considered going into Cherry’s and finding Will.

But no. You’re gonna take a real break. Get cool somewhere. Get something to eat. Drink a lot of water.

If he sought out Will, he’d probably hit a few of those, but not all of them.

Besides, he’d made himself a promise that he wouldn’t bother Will when he was working, just like Will had promised that he wouldn’t bother Enzo when he was working.

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