13. Chapter Thirteen

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.

"Good morning," Enzo said in what sounded like a deliberately cheery voice. "Sleep well?"

"Really good, actually," Will said. "You?"

"Great," Enzo said, but Will wasn't quite sure he believed him.

"I was thinking, I've got to get home. Shower. Change for painting work. So I thought I'd do a big walk of shame," Enzo said.

Will risked a glance at him. His hair was mussed. From sleep. Maybe from Will's hands. Nobody would ever be able to say for sure.

"Okay," Will said.

"But I'll see you later?" Enzo said, and there was a hopeful light in his eyes as he looked at Will that looked completely genuine.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Will said.

He was always a little slow to wake up in the mornings, and waking up with his arms wrapped around Enzo meant he was even slower today.

"Alright," Enzo said cheerily, and a minute later he was gone.

Leaving Will staring at the door.

Thinking that there was no way Enzo hadn't just made his walk of shame but his escape.

You can't blame him for that. Not after what kind of torture you put both of you through.

Still, despite that, despite all the frustration coursing through him, he had things he had to do.

It helped, to go through his regular routine. Stretch. Ab work. Shower. He considered grabbing breakfast from Joy, but instead he skirted past the dining room and headed out, thinking he'd grab coffee and a pastry at Oliver's. He couldn't face the innkeeper, not yet, not after last night was still so fresh in his mind.

God, he'd gone to the door in just a sheet, because he and Enzo had been having fake sex way too loudly.

But when he opened the door to Sweetie Pie's, he was both surprised and not surprised to see Enzo there, in a paint-splattered tank that had once been white, and a pair of navy athletic shorts that hugged his ass and thighs in the best possible way.

"Oh, it's you," Enzo said, turning when Rocco gestured behind him.

"Hey," Will said awkwardly.

And then, making it worse, there was Giana too, beaming at the pair of them like they'd just invented sex.

"Good morning," he mumbled.

"Must be a very good morning," Rocco teased.

Will flushed, unable to keep it from rising up his cheeks.

"It was," Enzo said, wrapping his arm around Will's waist, beaming up at him. Because of course they couldn't stop playing now. And really how was this any worse than him going to the door with only a sheet wrapped around his waist?

Will inwardly groaned but leaned into Enzo's touch anyway.

He wanted to.

"Did you two have a nice date last night?" Giana asked.

"Very," Will said, as Enzo nodded, adding, "Oliver and Luca set an excellent table."

"Well," Giana said brightly, "you can tell them yourself."

And sure enough there was Oliver coming out of the back, Luca trailing behind him, chatting in low voices about a supplier.

"Oh, hey, you two are here. I didn't realize," Luca said, giving the pair of them one of his nicer smiles.

"If you'd believe it, they didn't even come in together," Rocco said dryly.

"I'd believe it," Giana said loyally.

"Well, I gotta take off actually," Luca said. "I'm at the deli this morning."

Oliver gave his husband a soft smile as he leaned in, brushing a quick kiss across his mouth. "See you later, honey," he said.

Next to Will, Giana made a sweet cooing noise.

After Luca had left, the door shutting behind him, Rocco turned to Will. "What can I get for you?"

Will ordered his coffee and a muffin as Enzo stood next to him, talking to his mom and sipping his own coffee.

When Rocco handed him his own, there was no reason to stick around. And in fact, he couldn't, not really.

"Hey, I got to take off, too. I've got a long list of prep to do today," he told Enzo.

"Oh, okay," Enzo said. "I'm gonna stick around a bit longer. Talk to Oliver about something. But I'm sure I'll see you later."

Will nodded and turned to leave, but before he could, Giana made an affronted squawk.

"That's all?" she said. "Luca kissed his partner."

"Maybe Will's not into PDA," Enzo said, frowning.

"That sure didn't seem to be the case last night," Giana said knowingly.

Great. Will went bright red again. Naturally, Joy had told Giana about all that.

"I . . .uh . . ." Will stammered, and then he chanced a look at Enzo.

He might be dressed in his oldest work clothes, hair frizzing in the humidity already, a speck of milk foam on his upper lip, but he'd never looked more kissable than he did right now.

So Will just did it. Leaned in. Brushed a kiss across Enzo's mouth, and before he could overthink or freak out or even worse, see Enzo's expression, turned and walked out.

He could hear Giana behind him, sounding excited and probably counting down the days before one of them was going to get down on one knee, but he didn't have to be there for it.

Five minutes later, he unlocked the front door of Cherry's, but didn't bother to re-lock it behind him. Kate would be along soon, and they'd be open in a few hours anyway. Besides, if anyone came by wanting ice cream at nine in the morning, Will wasn't going to turn them away.

But even as he got out ingredients for brownies and cookies, he was thinking about the kiss.

Wishing he'd stuck around. Not only to see Enzo's face, but to kiss him a lot more. Because he'd probably never get the chance again, and that particular fact sucked.

Even a single brush of his lips against Enzo's had lit him up inside in a way he couldn't remember a kiss ever doing before.

We could have something special. If he lived here. If he didn't feel the opposite way I do about this town.

He was midway through mixing up his brownie batter when he heard footsteps. Assuming it was Kate, he called out, "Back here, in the prep kitchen!"

"You kissed me."

Will looked up in surprise.

It was definitely not Kate standing there, breathing hard, like Enzo had actually jogged over from Sweetie Pie's in the morning heat.

"I did." There was nothing else Will could do but own it.

"You said you didn't want to. Not for . . .not for something fake." Enzo gestured around. "Not for my mother 's benefit."

"I didn't. I just . . ." Why had he done it? It had been easier, probably, but they could have brushed Giana off.

He'd done it because he was tired of not doing it.

Last night, and then this morning, had pushed him past the edge.

"I didn't want it to be like that," Enzo said, prowling closer, expression dead serious, his eyes intent on Will's face.

His hand, gripping its spatula, deep in the brownie batter, froze.

"You didn't?"

"I wanted it to be real. Like this."

That was all the warning Will got before Enzo was cupping his cheeks with his palms and he was kissing him.

Really kissing him. Lips strong and fierce on his own, tongue sneaking in his mouth, a pleasurable assault that Will had never welcomed so much in his whole goddamned life.

He groaned in the back of his throat and let the spatula fall right into the batter. He could clean it off later. He couldn't kiss Enzo later. Not like this anyway. He wrapped one arm around Enzo's waist and dragged him closer, until every inch of that delicious body was pressed against his own.

"God," Enzo gasped as he came up for air, "you smell like chocolate ."

"Surprised it's not you, with those eyes," Will murmured, and that was all it took for them to be kissing again, over and over, mouths sliding wetly, perfectly against each other. He lost himself in the fog of Enzo's passion, eating every bit of it up, one kiss sliding into another and another until he didn't care about anything else.

This was how he'd always imagined it would be between them.

From the first moment, when he'd walked around the side of his building and seen this way-too-hot guy painting on it. When Enzo had turned around and given him that searing, approving look.

And a hundred times after that.

A thousand.

A throat cleared behind them.

But Will didn't want to let Enzo go. He only lifted his mouth off his for a second. Keeping it a breath away.

"Hi, boss," Kate said, sounding amused. "And hi, boss's hot hookup."

"Maybe we should've been doing that all along, if we wanted to prove it was real," Enzo murmured.

"Come on," Will said and took him by the hand and tugged him towards his office. It was just big enough for him to shut the door behind them. Enzo hopped up on the desk and dragged Will in between his legs, covering his mouth with his own again.

It would be so easy to get lost in his mouth. Lost in the heat between them.

Will wanted to. But actually, he hadn't brought them in here to do this.

They needed to talk about this. As much as he didn't want to.

As much as he was afraid this wouldn't change anything—and everything at the same time.

"We should talk about this." Enzo was surprisingly the one to say this, after he pulled back a fraction.

His lips were red and wet from Will's mouth and he was mesmerized by watching them move . . .but that was not the point of taking Enzo in here. It was to actually talk.

"I get it," Enzo continued, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping him. "I've got about a hundred moments where I wanted to kiss you and I didn't to make up for."

"Really?" Will had known it wasn't just him yearning, but he hadn't realized Enzo was perhaps in just as deep as Will himself.

"Oh, yeah," Enzo said. He leaned in and his lips brushed Will's again. "That's what I wanted to do this morning. Why do you think I ran away so fast? I wanted it so goddamn bad I thought I'd give in for sure."

"I wanted you to," Will confessed. "But then I thought . . ."

Enzo nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I know. This isn't . . .it's not a hot hookup, not like Kate said. I mean, I hope it's also that. If I have to think about you jerking off in the bathroom alone one more time, I'm going to go insane."

"It's been less than twenty-four hours since I did that," Will pointed out.

"Still," Enzo said, grinning. "But it's not that for me. Not just that. I know I don't live here, and I don't know if I'll ever want to live here. But if you're here, I know I'm going to be spending a lot more time here."

Will was floored. "Are you serious?"

Enzo nodded. "I realized, I've never come home and spent so much time here and not wanted to ditch this town already. That's because of you."

"But I don't want you to . . . stay here because of me."

Enzo reached up and cupped his cheek. Much as he'd done right before he'd laid that hot-as-hell kiss on him earlier. "I'm definitely not staying staying . I still work. I'm still gonna do that. I wish I could tell how it's gonna work but I do know this. I'll never regret spending more time here in Indigo Bay if it means spending more time with you ."

It wasn't a perfect speech. It wasn't out of a movie, or designed to pull at every one of Will's heartstrings and convince him that the white picket fence was in their joint future—but it was real. And that was the most important thing.

What else was Will supposed to do after a speech like that, with Enzo staring earnestly up at him, but kiss him again?

"I wish we'd done this last night instead," Will murmured as he dipped his head low, capturing Enzo's mouth. They kissed for a moment, for probably a whole minute, before he reluctantly stepped back. "I wish we didn't have to work today."

Enzo tried to reel him back in with a foot tucked around his thigh.

"Well, I can play hooky," Enzo teased. "I'm actually ahead of where I'm supposed to be. I don't think I've ever been so dedicated. I was kinda obsessed with hanging around here. Can't imagine why . . ."

Will laughed. "Nope. No clue."

"What are you doing after work?" Enzo asked, hope lighting up his face.

Will's pulse accelerated as he leaned in. Enzo didn't have to do anything to cause it other than merely exist . "I don't know," he said, intoxicated by the look of pure desire in Enzo's dark eyes. "I was kinda hoping I'd be doing you ."

"Oh, I like you," Enzo breathed out, and there was fire in his gaze now. Searing Will all over.

"Yeah? You wanna show me later just how much?"

Enzo nodded. "It's a date."

"Without a date?"

"I think we've been on enough dates without any of the benefits," Enzo pointed out wryly.

"Exactly," Will said. He took a step away and another. Before the thought of those benefits tempted him into kissing Enzo again. "Sadly, I actually do have to work."

"And I should too." Enzo sounded as reluctant as Will felt.

Will tried to look anywhere but at Enzo, flush high on his cheekbones, erection still visible in those worn shorts riding high on his muscular thighs.

Because if he didn't, he wasn't going to be able to walk away. He definitely wasn't going to be able to walk away without his own matching erection.

"You good?" Enzo asked, his voice teasing. He slid off the desk. The only problem was even though he was on solid ground now, Will was always going to picture him like that, an irresistible vision.

"I'm not good , but I'll manage," Will said honestly.

Enzo laughed again, and he was rapidly returning to that nearly irresistible temptation as he straightened his clothes and fixed his hair.

Hair Will knew he'd been the one to mess up.

Turning towards the door, Will pictured a whole lot of unsexy things, and he was nearly there, when Enzo said, "One sec."

Will should've protested, but how could he, when Enzo's mouth was already on his, a brief but hot kiss, Will's lips still tingling even as he pulled away.

"One more for the road," Enzo said seriously, and Will groaned a little.

"I'll meet you at the Inn, at what . . .ten?" Enzo questioned as Will reached out and latched onto the door handle like if it was solid and real under his fingers, then maybe he wouldn't reach for Enzo, instead.

Will nodded and opened the door. They were safe now. Mostly. "Ten sounds good."

"See you then," Enzo said with an extra spicy smile as he sauntered past Will.

When Will finally returned to the kitchen and to Kate, his spatula was nearly entirely drowned in brownie batter.

She gave him a speculative look. "Christen your office?" she asked.

Will shook his head. "Of course not," he said firmly. "We just . . .needed to . . .uh . . . talk . Privately."

Kate chuckled under her breath. "Yeah, I'm sure that's what you were doing. Talking ."

"Hey," Will said, both embarrassed and smarting from the fact that his employee, his manager , thought he'd just fucked off to screw in his office. He wasn't that kind of boss. He wasn't that kind of business owner.

"Yeah?"

"I wouldn't. I won't. I don't ," Will told her firmly. "Cherry's means a lot to me. This thing with Enzo is . . ." Intoxicating. "New and exciting, but Cherry's is still my priority. Always."

Kate looked over at him, respect in her expression. "I didn't mean to . . .you know what I meant." She sighed. "Sorry. I really didn't think you'd be unprofessional. But the way you were wrapped around each other when I came in . . .it was like nothing else existed."

Nothing else did exist.

"I . . .well, uh . . .like I said. It's pretty new." Will bashfully rubbed his neck. Couldn't tell Kate just how new it was. They were already supposed to have been doing this for nearly two weeks.

"Right," she said knowingly.

He dug his spatula out of the batter and ignored how Kate laughed when he tried to scrape it off before taking it over to the sink to rinse.

Gave himself a little pep talk while he was at it.

You can think about the way Enzo felt like and tasted like and looked like, but you gotta get some work done too. It can't happen again, if you don't.

What he couldn't think about was how Enzo was just outside. Only a few steps away.

He lasted all the way through prep. He got the baking done by the skin of his teeth. Helped Kate open. Make more ice cream. He ate lunch, mechanically shoving crackers into the container of chicken salad he kept in the walk-in for days he didn't want to go out.

The difference today was that he desperately wanted to go out. To see what Enzo was doing. To just plain see Enzo. But he resisted.

All the way past lunch, to the lull of the afternoon.

Kate didn't tell him to take a break. But after reviewing a handful of resumes for his new part-time employee and updating Cherry's website with the new flavors of the week, he finally gave in.

Ducked outside, ignoring Kate's knowing glance.

It was unsurprisingly hot, sun shining in his eyes as he rounded the corner.

Enzo was there, halfway up the wall, lounging on the scaffolding like the height didn't bother him one bit, sucking down a water bottle with force.

He'd shoved a hat on his curls and taken off his shirt, his back a long tanned line, smooth and perfect.

Will swallowed hard.

Wanted to lick the sweat up his spine.

His cock was a hard, aching weight in his jeans as he stared, like a total creeper.

He nearly said something, but then, as he watched, Enzo plucked a paintbrush out of the back pocket of his jeans and dipped it into the can at his feet and then began to paint.

He was creating the outcropping, the high point Eliza stood on, Enzo realized, as he dabbed and brushed, something blooming out of nothing—out of just his imagination.

Will didn't know how long he stood there, mesmerized, as Enzo unleashed his unbelievable skill and vision onto his wall.

He was beginning to understand why Enzo had been so pissed off when Will had thought, even for a minute, that he was vandalizing his building with graffiti that was rough, uncreative, without purpose. Nothing like what Enzo was really capable of.

He'd known that Enzo was going to keep doing mural painting. It was his calling and his job , so of course he would. He'd go on traveling around, to different cities, gracing them with his talent. But now he really understood. Enzo was special. His creations were special. It would've been an utter shame for him to be trapped here in Indigo Bay.

Will wanted him, but he wanted him like this . Being the best version of himself.

How was that going to work?

He lived here and Enzo didn't?

That didn't sound so great, but then the alternative, Will reminded himself, was worse: no Enzo at all.

Enzo had said he didn't know how it was going to work, and Will would just have to trust him.

He was so lost to the work he didn't even notice Will watching him, and finally, when the bright heat of the sun got to him, Will turned and walked back inside.

It's going to work out; it has to. It can't feel like this and not work out.

But Will knew that life didn't, sometimes.

By the time Enzo got home, showered the sweat of the day off, and then took off for the Inn again, he was buzzing with anticipation and exhilaration.

Only by pouring himself into the work today, pushing himself hard into a focused zone, had he been able to resist the urge to beg Will to play hooky with him. To return to the bed they'd just left.

He didn't know where his mother was—and didn't really want to be thinking about her right now—but she wasn't on the front porch like she'd been last night, so he headed straight into the Inn and up the staircase.

The point this time wasn't necessarily to be seen, though Enzo wasn't against being seen.

He was just too focused to want to be bothered with anybody else right now.

There was just Will. Only Will.

Breathless from his jog up the stairs, he paused in front of Will's door and knocked.

Like he'd been waiting, Will opened it on the first knock and immediately took Enzo's arm, tugging him in.

He was in a white T-shirt and blue shorts, hugging all those rippling muscles Enzo wanted to explore more closely. His mouth watered.

Enzo had dressed relatively simply too. T-shirt. Shorts. Easy to remove, though he wasn't exactly proud that the thought had crossed his mind more than once as he'd been getting dressed.

For a second, Will stared at him, eyes flicking to his mouth, and they didn't say anything.

Enzo swallowed hard. "Hey," he said. Suddenly feeling awkward and a little stupid. Should he have not been so goddamned eager?

Then Will bent towards him, his mouth reaching for his, and it was all over.

They both went up like dry kindling, stumbling to the edge of the bed, lips fused together, hands everywhere. Then Will's fingers found the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, over his head.

Enzo did the same, groaning as he finally got to touch Will's bare chest, follow every smooth line of muscle he'd been dreaming about seeing up close and personal.

"God, you're so hot," Enzo murmured against his lips.

"That's you, Honey Bunny," Will said, his voice rough and desperate as he flipped them. He pressed Enzo to the edge and then stepped between his legs again. The bed was lower than the desk had been earlier today and so the angle wasn't quite as extraordinary, but it was still damn good. It was still way too easy for Enzo to drag him in with his legs, flicking off his shoes as he wound himself around his man.

Will's hands found their way into his hair, tangling through the curls, soothing and gripping all at the same time, pinging Enzo with pleasure and pain until he was dizzy with it.

"That good?" Will asked, one hand dropping to Enzo's shoulder and then farther down to his waist, tracing up and down his back.

Enzo kissed him back harder, answering without words just how much he liked it.

Telling him just how much more he wanted.

Will's shoulders were big and broad, easy for Enzo to grip. Surprisingly soft too, despite how gorgeously ripped he was. It seemed impossible this was a man who made ice cream for a living, but then he lifted Enzo right up, like he weighed nothing and put him farther back on the bed, crawling over him like a predator who'd just discovered a particularly tasty bit of prey he wanted to snack on.

"Want you," Enzo groaned, as Will's mouth slid from his, down lower, to his neck, and then lower still. Coasting down his chest, licking over a nipple, and then finding the trail of dark hair that led to his shorts.

"Yeah?" Will's fingertips grazed his cock, hard and aching, and Enzo arched up underneath him.

"God, more, more ," Enzo begged. He already felt mindless with pleasure, desperate for Will's big, competent hands to take him and then drive him wild with it.

Will tugged down his shorts, Enzo exhaling short and sharp as he leaned down, warm breath ghosting over where he wanted his mouth the most.

There was no room—no place whatsoever—for insecurity, because Enzo was so aroused from the thought that this was finally about to happen. Then there was the hot look Will shot him from his baby blues as he glanced up at Enzo, taking in all of him now that he was naked.

"Been thinking about this. Ever since we got naked on the beach, and I thought, if I ever see you like this again, I'd get to touch." Will did now, stroking a fingertip up and down Enzo's thigh, making him shiver with it.

"Thought about touching you too." Enzo paused. "A lot. A lot ."

Will laughed.

There wasn't any room for awkwardness or hesitation, because they'd felt the same. Even back then.

Before then, way before then, if Enzo was being totally honest.

"You wanna touch me, too?" Will asked, licking his lips.

God, Enzo wanted those lips on his cock. Wrapped around his cock.

But yeah, he was all about reciprocation. Definitely. You didn't get a guy that looked like Will in your bed and not spend a lot of time fantasizing about it.

Will looked at him, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

And Enzo was hardly going to argue.

"Oh yeah, Stud Muffin. Let's do it."

Will slid off him, eyes never leaving Enzo's body as he shed his own clothes, revealing the rest of his gorgeous tan, turning the pale color of vanilla as he pulled down his boxer briefs.

His cock was big and hard, and he reached down, groaning as he stroked himself.

"That's mine," Enzo said, leaning over and smacking his hand away. He wiggled closer and wrapped his hand around. Will gasped but then Enzo removed his hand.

He scooted back on the bed, motioning to Will to come closer. "Come on, baby," he crooned. "Come over here and make me feel good. While I make you feel good."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Will said and climbed back on the bed. A moment later, he was caging Enzo again, but this time, it wasn't Will's mouth that Enzo lifted his mouth to.

His cock tasted even better than it looked. Enzo loved how it twitched against his tongue, loved the noises Will was making as he lowered his own head.

And then they were just as muffled as Enzo's own moans as Will put his gorgeous mouth to good use.

Blowjobs were usually pretty goddamned amazing, but like this, pleasure circling pleasure, giving and taking, they were even better. Enzo nipped his balls and then stroked them with his fingertips.

Opened his legs wider when Will went deeper, sucking him hard, and slid a finger down, grazing his hole.

Enzo made a garbled noise as he sank just the tip in, and Will lifted his head. "Like that, do you?"

Pleasure was fizzy in his veins, the intoxicating brew making him giddy as he pushed Will, sucking him harder, playing insistently with his balls, angling his head at just the right angle so Will could sink practically to his throat.

"Jesus God," Will cried out as he licked the tip of Enzo's cock, a whole finger deep in his ass now.

Then he found the spot that lit Enzo up, and it only took a few strokes before he was nearly choking around Will's cock, coming like a freight train as Will strung it out, finger massaging his prostate with every pulse of his orgasm.

Will was still hard against his tongue as he came down.

He made a disappointed sound as Will lifted himself off, tongue flicking out to clean his lips from Enzo's come.

Enzo heard how rough his voice was already when he asked, "You wanna fuck my face, baby?"

Will groaned in approval, and Enzo sank to his knees next to the bed, hungrily guiding Will's cock back into his mouth. It was easier like this, less of a difficult angle, and he could really work all the spots that seemed to make Will loud and appreciative.

And then somehow it became a game. Just like before, except this was real.

How loud could he make Will?

Could he make him scream?

Then Will gripped his hair, with that intoxicating grip—soft but hard; gentle but insistent—and took over, Enzo slicking his tongue along the underside as Will thrust.

"God, baby, I'm so close," Will babbled loudly.

Enzo wanted him louder.

Wanted to wake up the whole goddamn Inn again.

Slipped his thumb up, right behind his balls, and the moment he touched Will's hole, his hips stuttered, and Enzo knew he had him.

Half a dozen unsteady thrusts later, Enzo was wiggling a second finger along his thumb, and Will shouted, coming with long, hot pulses down his throat.

"My God," Will said, sounding shattered as he collapsed onto the bed, knees shaky.

"Good?" Enzo sounded like he'd been sucking cock. But probably the whole Inn had a decent idea what they'd been up to at least tonight—if not last night—so it was hardly time for him to get embarrassed about it.

"The best. Oh my God," Will repeated, a glazed look of contentment on his handsome face.

Enzo lifted himself up and tucked himself in, right under Will's arm.

They were allowed to cuddle now. In fact, it was practically encouraged.

For a long minute and then another, they lay there in happy satisfaction. Quiet. Nothing, Enzo thought, needed to be said.

But then there was a knock on the door.

Will groaned. He glanced over at Enzo. "I think next time we've got to go to your place."

Laughing, Enzo rolled over and tucked himself under the sheet as Will grabbed his boxer briefs and shoved them on, walking on still-unsteady legs to the door.

And sure enough, Enzo could see Joy, her mouth in a thin, unhappy line, on the other side.

"Will, really ," she said.

"I'd apologize, but I'm not really sorry," Will said, and Enzo could tell from his voice that he was smiling.

Joy shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Of course you're not. Get familiar with Enzo's place, alright? I know he has one. And it's thankfully far from any neighbors who could complain."

"Got it," Will said and closed the door.

A second later he returned to the bed, tugging Enzo over so he was lying half on his chest. "You totally did that on purpose," he said a minute later, not sounding particularly upset.

"Make you loud? I don't know, I could absolutely suck your cock less brilliantly next time, if you want to be quieter," Enzo teased.

Will laughed again, and a part of his heart that he thought had always been cold, always been untouched, throbbed.

It wasn't enough that the sex had been just as good as it had promised to be.

It had been fun too. They could laugh about it. He'd never had so much fun with another guy before. Never been quite so unworried about it all.

"Don't you dare," Will said drowsily. "You spending the night again?"

"I don't want to be anywhere else," Enzo said, and it was the truth.