“Together,” I say, climbing back up his body.
He grabs my hips and pulls me over him, so I grind him into the mattress. He grabs my ass, then briefly stills.
I should think it’s weird. There’s a whole category of things he could do with me that should feel strange. None of it does.
I want us to be as close as we can be. I want his hands over me, and maybe, one day, more than his hands.
I place his hands back where they were, and he chuckles softly and continues.
My mouth finds his again, and he sucks on my tongue. The action goes straight to my cock. I move against his shaft.
“Why are you still wearing trousers?” I ask.
“I was in a hurry.”
I remove them, then climb back over his body, taking in his muscular chest.
His expression turns nervous, and I wish he hadn’t heard me expound upon the assets of various women.
Maybe if I hadn’t told him absolutely everything that ever entered my head, he would have told me more. Maybe I wanted to push him, wanted him to say that yes, so-so is hot or actually—I’m gay.
But he used to listen to me quietly instead, offering advice for any issue or concern.
My throat closes. I blink hard.
He raises his torso immediately and scrambles into a seating position.
“Is it too strange?” he asks. “We don’t—we don’t have to do anything. We’ll still be friends. I promise.”
“I wish we hadn’t wasted so much time.”
The worry on his face eases, and his expression is gentle. “We’re not that old, Axel.” His eyes widen, because he’s just insinuated that we might have decades together, and yeah, that’s probably not normally what you say within fifteen minutes of kissing someone for the first time, even if the kiss is really, really good.
But hell, it’s Enz, so I let myself smile, and he grins back at me, his dark eyes shimmering with wonder.
And when I collapse onto him again, we kiss for what might be hours, grinding our cocks together, until the pressure builds and builds and we shatter at the same moment.
Enzo doesn’t return to his room. He falls asleep against my chest, his breath warm on my skin, and I lie awake a little longer just to feel it.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Enzo
We win our final game, then fly back to Boston overnight. I can’t wait.
I haven’t seen Luca in over a week. I miss him. I think he’s okay, but I’ll feel better when I can see him.
Toddlers should be with their families.
“It will be fine,” Axel assures me, when we head to Evan’s parents’ place with Evan and Vinnie. I nod, because he’s probably right, but nervousness still thrums through me.
I’m still nervous when we ring the doorbell, and I’m still nervous when we’re buzzed inside.
What if Luca forgot me? What if we never should have left?
Finally, we’re led inside the apartment.
