Chapter Twelve #3
“Oh, yeah, that’s so good,” Enzo called out. Will gave him an approving nod, and okay, maybe he was actually decent at this. “Give me more, Stud Muffin.”
“Oh, baby, I got it all for you,” Will said with a nice heavy moan as additional ammunition. He smacked the door again and then again.
Enzo risked a glance at him. And yeah, it was not full dark in the room—there was a light on in the corner—and Will was definitely hard in his slacks.
Then there was the flush on his face, the brightness in his eyes .
. .well, it helped but it didn’t help, also, that Will was just as affected by this as Enzo was.
“I think,” Enzo said in a low voice, “it’s too been long since I’ve actually done this for real.”
Will smiled, understanding in his eyes. “Uh, yeah. Me too. Though . . .” He stopped. Hesitating.
“What is it?”
“It’s never been like this before,” Will said. “And we’re not even doing it for real.”
Enzo wanted to squeeze his eyes shut and run away.
But he didn’t. Because he was a goddamn grown-up, and it was partially his fault they were in this mess.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“Do you think we should . . .” Will gestured towards the bed.
Do this for real? Pin me to the nearest horizontal surface and kiss me like you mean it? Absolutely.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Yes.” Enzo nodded and kept nodding, feeling unhinged as they pushed off from the door and approached the bed.
“More moaning,” Will directed.
“You know, if you ever have to leave the ice cream business,” Enzo said, adding a few loud noises for good measure, “you have a real future as a porn director.”
Will laughed. “I think I’ll stick to the ice cream business.” He landed with a resounding thump on the bed.
Enzo laughed, too, because if he didn’t, he was going to cry. Because then Will went up on all fours and made a fun growling noise.
“You’re kinda killing me,” Enzo said.
“I know.” Will flushed. “I’m killing myself. But the sooner we get through this . . .”
Enzo nodded. When had this gone from a fun time to pure fucking torture?
Right around, I’m a pretty good kisser.
Or maybe when he’d stupidly convinced Will to get naked last week.
Or even before that, when Will’s eyes had fluttered, the first time Enzo had called him Stud Muffin.
Enzo moaned again, slapped the wall hard, in conjunction with a few of Will’s thrusts.
Yep. Cause now Will was thrusting and the bed was squeaking and it was all too much. Enzo started to laugh and couldn’t stop.
“Don’t stop now,” Will cajoled, but he was laughing, too, under his breath. “Big finish!”
Enzo slapped the wall hard, three times, and let out the loudest moan yet, practically a scream, and Will joined him, the two of them sounding like yowling cats in heat.
And okay, it had been sort of torturous, but also pretty fun, in the end.
All until, their breath returning back to normal, there was a knock on the door.
“Oh shit,” Will hissed under his breath.
The knock sounded again, louder this time and far more insistent.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Will repeated. He looked around, eyes wild.
“Will?” Yep, that was definitely Joy’s voice.
Will tore his shirt off, then his pants went next. Shoes. Socks. Enzo averted his eyes at the last moment, though it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all before, when they’d gone skinny dipping.
Grabbing a sheet, Will pulled it off the bed with a sharp movement and then wrapped it around his waist. “Get down,” he mouthed to Enzo, who crouched low, on the other side of the bed, and then he opened the door.
Will told himself he was embarrassed. Humiliated. Flushed so bright a red that Joy would never believe that he and Enzo had actually been having sex in their room.
“Yes?” he asked.
She looked equally as uncomfortable, so that was something, at least. “Will, honey, there’s been a few . . .uh . . .complaints from some of the other guests that you’re being . . .um . . .loud. Too loud. Do you think you could keep it down?”
Will apologized to her silently. And to his own pride. “I’m sorry. We got uh . . .a bit carried away.”
Joy’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I’m sure you did,” she said. “Next time just try to get carried away quieter, okay?”
“Okay, will do,” Will said and then shut the door.
“Phew,” Enzo said from the other side of the room. “That was . . .” He trailed off.
“Yeah.”
Will didn’t know what else to say, twisting the corner of the sheet even tighter in his fist. Joy was right.
He’d gotten carried away, one hundred percent.
And then convinced Enzo to get carried away alongside him.
Part of him had hoped, maybe, that if he pushed it, Enzo would break down and say fuck it. And kiss him for real.
But Enzo wouldn’t, Will was beginning to realize. Because he’d said on their first date he didn’t want to cross that line, and Enzo was clearly going to respect it, no matter how much it sucked.
Right now, Will’s blood was pumping so hot and insistent under his skin he nearly turned to Enzo and said, “Let’s do this for real.
” But he didn’t. Because the second he thought it, he also thought of how much more he’d like Enzo if they did.
If they kept doing it, and kept hanging out, and then in a few weeks, Enzo left.
Would it break his heart? Maybe not entirely, but enough that it was worth being smart about this.
No matter how much Will wanted to throw thinking out the window.
“So, what now?” Enzo asked, voice quiet.
Will was acutely aware of his still-subsiding erection. The desire still raging through him. And his unclothed state.
“I . . .uh . . .should get dressed,” Will said.
This time it was Enzo’s turn to flush, and he whipped around so fast he looked unsteady. “Oh yeah, of course,” Enzo said.
“I was thinking . . .” Will let the sheet drop and picked up his boxer briefs and shirt, putting them on, but when he got to his jeans, he set them on a chair next to the dresser.
He trailed off, because now that he’d started to say it, wouldn’t this just be more torture?
And didn’t he want it—didn’t he need it—to end?
And don’t you want to finally be alone and wrap your hand around your cock? Get yourself off?
Oh, he did.
No. What he wanted was for Enzo to do it. His own hand could only provide a very temporary respite.
“Yeah?” Enzo’s voice cracked. Like maybe he was thinking about Will getting dressed.
“Would you really go back to your place tonight? If we were . . .” Will swallowed hard. When they’d started this, when he’d suggested it, he’d never imagined it would feel like this. One breath away from the lie falling apart into tatters. “Falling for each other, would you really leave?”
Enzo turned around. His fists were clenched tightly. “I wouldn’t let you out of my sight,” he said seriously.
“Exactly.” Will swallowed hard. What are you doing? “You should stay here. You wouldn’t ever leave me. Not after . . .uh . . .”
Enzo’s face creased into a fleeting grin. “Our bedroom gymnastics?”
“Yeah. And uh, after just one round,” Will added.
Enzo’s grin returned, much wider this time. “Oh yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”
“If you don’t want to . . .” Will trailed off.
“We said we’d do this, and we’re doing it,” Enzo said with determination.
Well, shit.
He’d wanted Enzo to leave, but he’d wanted him to stay, even more. Even if it meant lying next to him, without touching him the way he craved, deep down.
“Alright. I’m . . .uh . . .gonna get ready for bed.” It was only just past nine, but they both got up early for work. Will, because there was always too much to do, and Enzo because he wanted to get as much work in before the heat of the day.
“Sure. I’ll just be out here, doing the same.” Enzo waved around him. Then his face split into a knowing smile. “Take your time.”
Will was bright red by the time he made it into the bathroom, because of course Enzo had figured out what he was going to do. He was probably going to do the same.
That was all it took to make him hard as a rock again.
He shed his boxer briefs again, wrapped his hand around his dick, and thought of how Enzo moaned. His face as he’d fallen against the door. The tension in his face and body as he’d vibrated with desire. But what really pushed him over the edge was that knowing smile as Will had shut the door.
And what he was almost certainly doing on the other side of it.
Will heard a rustle and gasped under his breath. Imagining what Enzo would look like if he opened the door now. If he let Will look his fill. Because Will had a feeling he would.
A moment later, he was coming hard, in his hand, pulse after pulse, and even after it was over, he wished it hadn’t happened like that.
That he’d stayed.
That things were different.
He took another few minutes. Washed his hand and the rest of him. Brushed his teeth.
Stared in the mirror and waited for the inevitable glow on his cheeks to fade, but that took even longer than the pleasure to dissipate entirely.
Finally, he didn’t have any other choice but to open the door and walk back out into the bedroom.
Enzo was lounging on the bed. He’d taken off his pants and his shirt, and was only in his boxer briefs and a white tank. Will swallowed hard. He looked so gorgeous like this, all relaxed, bedroom eyes soft and blurred with the pleasure he’d just given himself.
Will imagined he might look like this after he’d just pleasured him.
“Come on, get in,” Enzo said, patting the bed next to him. “You’ll sleep better, now.”
“Yeah.” Will was tired but keyed up at the same time. Still, what else could he do but slide in next to Enzo?
You idiot, this was your stupid idea.
“See, that wasn’t so bad?” Enzo teased in a low voice.
“Could’ve been better.” Will cleared his throat.
“Eh. We said it would complicate everything. Or you said it. And I didn’t exactly disagree because you weren’t wrong.”
And what’s wrong with a little complication?
Will knew he was in trouble when his own brain had decided to play devil’s advocate.
“Yeah,” Will said. He leaned over, clicked the light off, and then rolled back over, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. It was easier than looking back over at Enzo, who no doubt resembled some kind of Renaissance masterpiece, with the dark carving out the hollows of his face.
“Well.” Enzo let out a breath. “I think we did at least really convince everyone.”
At what cost?
That question was still echoing through Will’s mind as he fell asleep a few minutes later.