"Not your fault," Enzo responded, letting me off the hook. But it was. I knew what he was hiding, or at least I thought I did, and I'd still pushed to get him to say it.
"Would it make you feel any better if I told you that you could tell me just about anything and I wouldn't think less of you for it?" I offered, quickly adding, "Unless you're into fucking livestock or something."
"Your bar is really that low?" Enzo asked, forcing a laugh I could tell he didn't feel.
"Pretty much. I've never really worried too much about other people's sex lives or desires." I placed a hand on his knee again, testing to see if he'd flinch away from me. He didn't, and both of us relaxed a bit. "Society has a lot of rules that don't make a whole lot of sense. As far as I'm concerned, if you're happy and the person or people you're with are too, that's all that matters."
"So you don't think it's weird to be with more than one person at the same time?" Enzo's voice was filled with uncertainty, like he needed someone to tell him he wasn't weird.
"Not at all," I responded, giving his knee a squeeze. He looked up at me and smiled. It wasn't much more than one corner of his mouth lifting, but it was a start. "In fact, I think a lot of relationship problems could be solved if people were honest about what they needed. Sometimes, that means you can't get everything you need from one person. Hell, as much as I enjoy being in a relationship, sometimes it's too much damn pressure to feel like I'm supposed to be someone's everything."
"When you say it like that, it makes a lot of sense." Enzo let out a small sigh, and his shoulders relaxed. "But that's not all of it for me. And it's not something I'm ready to talk about. No offense, but we don't know one another well enough to share all of our secrets."
"Fair enough." Enzo shocked me by placing his hand over mine as I went to move it back to my side of the car. "And if you're up for it, maybe that's something we could work on."
"What's that?"
"Getting to know one another," I clarified.
"Why?"
"Because you're an intriguing man.”
Enzo shrugged. "I'm really not. I'm the one who tries to lurk in the shadows so no one notices me."
"And that, my new friend, is a damn shame."
Before the conversation could turn any more serious, we arrived at Tony and Enzo's apartment complex. I pulled into the stall I knew was reserved for Tony and turned off the engine. "Think we'll be able to wake him?"
"I'm awake," Tony muttered. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "We're already here?"
"Yes, Sleeping Beauty, you passed out as soon as we shoved you in the back seat," Enzo told him.
"Shit. Sorry about that." Enzo opened the door, tilting the seat forward so Tony could climb out. He was still a bit wobbly, but Enzo had lightning quick reflexes that made me revisit my assumption he was drunk, too. He held onto his brother longer than absolutely necessary, smiling when Tony kissed his cheek. "Thanks for keeping me from face-planting."
"Come on, let's get you inside."
I followed the brothers upstairs and stopped behind them outside the entrance so they could unlock the door. They both looked at me, waiting.Right. I have the keys.I pulled Tony's keys out of my pocket and took a guess at which one was the door key.
"It's the gold one," Tony told me, still leaning against his brother for support. My gut twisted. Was that...jealousy?No. That's ridiculous.
"Here, you keep him upright and give me the keys," Enzo suggested. As soon as Tony curled against my side, my insides settled. Shit. That wasn’t good.
When I handed the keys to Enzo, our fingers brushed, causing me to look up at him. His eyes were the exact rich shade of brown I saw when I looked at Tony. Of course they were, the men were identical twins, therefore, certain things would always be the same between them. He stared back at me, and I wished I had the slightest idea what he was thinking.
Tony seemed to become more lucid as we followed Enzo to the second floor. While we waited for him to unlock the door to their apartment, Tony boldly slid his hand over my dick. "Good to know you let him free. He had to be uncomfortable tucked up in your beautiful ass."
"Hush," I hissed. Without looking back at us, Enzo shook his head and swung the door open.
Tony shoved me against the wall without bothering to enter the apartment, twisting his fingers in my hair as he kissed me. It was sloppy and demanding, a hint of things to come. When Tony pulled back, he stared at me and shook his head. "Fuck, you should wear makeup more often. You're hot as hell right now. Want to throw you down on the couch and bury my dick in your ass."
"Inside, Tony," I demanded. Enzo stood on the other side of the doorway, his cheeks stained an adorable shade of red. The differences in the men's personalities made them unique in their own ways. Tony bold, chasing after what he wanted, while Enzo had grown accustomed to being a spectator rather than risk rejection.
I waved Enzo to lead the way into the apartment and had to drag a pouting Tony so he'd follow. When Enzo passed the living room, heading for his bedroom at the end of the hall, I felt like an opportunity was about to slip past me. "Enzo, stay."
He stopped but didn't turn to look at us. I could practically hear him considering his options. He wanted this, I knew he did, but he wouldn't reach out to take it. If we were going to have tonight, it was up to me to take the lead.
"Tony, go to the living room and find a movie. I'll be right there," I said, giving him a gentle push in the direction I wanted him to go. Once I was satisfied he was doing as I'd asked, I followed Enzo, stopping him with a firm hand on his shoulder. "Is this what you wanted? What you were afraid to admit earlier?"
