He laughs against my shoulder. “Oh, yeah? Like the Shire?”
“Like the Shire during the happily ever after,” I say. “Like Star Wars when the battles have been fought and won. Like Star Trek when?—”
He chuckles. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
And then we kiss and make out, and he’s really, really good at that.
He takes me apart with his lips and his mouth, and his strong hands undress me. I return the favor, tugging his shirt over his head, running my hands down his firm chest, the trail of dark hair below his navel prickling my fingers.
Naked Enzo is an Enzo I completely missed out on all those years ago. Our bodies slide together. Our cocks grind together, and pre-cum seeps between them. I kiss him, and my fingers brush against his hard peaks. He arches into my touch.
I laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking about lesbian sex.”
“Um?” He scrambles off me. “You want to watch lesbian porn?”
My eyes widen. “What? Of course not! Why does everyone always think that?”
“We can watch lesbian porn if you want. I mean, if you miss, you know—” He does some sort of curvy hand gesture that I think is supposed to be a woman, and I snort.
“Nope, babe, I like a technology-free environment in our bedroom. Is that okay for you?”
He snuggles against me. “That’s absolutely okay with me.”
“I’m just glad we can be together like this.”
“Same.”
“Though,” I say, “I need lots of practice to catch up.”
“You can practice on me.”
“My hero.”
Then I flip him over. “How do you feel about tongue messages?”
“Tongue—” Enzo’s breath hitches as I spread his cheeks. “Tonguemessages?”
“You spell things,” I explain, and demonstrate the letterI. “With your tongue.”
He gasps. “That’s—where did you even?—”
“I’m full of ideas.” I trace theL. “Some women in a bar once called me a creep for this suggestion.”
“Well, I-I feel very good about those.”
I grin against him. “Thought you might.”
Enzo
Axel spends what feels like forever with his mouth on me—ten minutes, maybe more—until my thighs are shaking and I’ve forgotten every word except his name. Apparently, I’m not great at deciphering tongue messages.
“It’s okay, Enz.” Axel swings an arm around me. “You just need lots of practice.”
