“We don’t separate,” Enzo said. “We’re….together. Always.”
“Seems like an inconvenient relationship when we don’t even fuck,” I said dryly.
Enzo let out a soft laugh. “Well, that could always change. We have dicks and holes, brother.”
I scoffed. “Be serious. I would like to look at us getting a house. I don’t want to be here. A new start. Like last time. Lazneeds space to be a kid. This place is big, but I’d really like to talk to someone about owning something. I can afford anything.”
“Wecan afford anything,” Enzo corrected, adjusting his black tie. “We do it together.”
“Enzo, maybe it’s time?—”
He shook his head. “I just… I need to get back to work.”
“No.” I grabbed his arm as he made to leave. “No.”
He stared back at me. “You want your own place?”
“I want the option. I want to look. I know Cole took over the old house, but I know he won’t live there, or at least I hope he doesn’t.” I paused. “I think we’re too dependent on one another. Rosalie is gone. What happens now? We can’t be three dudes sitting in a dark bedroom jerking off to memories together. While sex isn’t something I care all that much about, it is something that you and Cole deserve to be having. We’ve been pining away for a long fucking time. I just… maybe it’s time we start to let go of shit.”
Enzo’s bottom lip trembled, and he cleared his throat. “Brother. I love you. I love that you’re thinking about us like that, but I am not concerned with women. I’m just going to work. I don’t want you to move out. I love Laz. He’s my son, too. He’s Cole’s. Just… look at some houses, OK? If you find something you like, I’d like to be a part of it and go with you. I hate this place too.”
“OK, man. We can do that. I think it will be good for all of us.” I nodded as if I had said it enough it would be true.
Enzo clapped me on the shoulder. “Watch him. You know how he gets. When I get home, I’d like for you and me to talk. I-I have something I need to tell you. But Cole. Please. Watch him.”
“I will,” I said, wondering what he had to talk to me about. It seemed serious, and that worried me.
Enzo left, likely returning to the office, and I wandered upstairs. I could hear Rosalie’s first album playing softly fromCole’s room. I cracked his door open to see him doing naked push-ups, his cock hitting the floor, and his ass on full display.
Sighing, I closed the door.
That was typical of him when he was pissed. At least the push-ups part was. Not so much the naked thing or Rosalie’s album, but at least he wasn’t punching things.
I’d take our victories where we could get them.
Cole drankhimself to sleep that night, playing Rosalie’s albums on repeat. Once Laz was in bed, I waited for Enzo to get back.
“Hey,” I said when he walked into the living room just after midnight.
“Hey, man. Cole?”
“Passed out naked in bed. Asked me to suck him off. When I said no, he offered to blow me instead. So, Cole things.”
Enzo nodded and went to the bar. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, filled two glasses with ice, and returned to me before he sank down onto the leather chair next to the couch.
He poured two tall drinks and pushed one at me.
I took it, wondering what was going on.
He loosened his tie and drank deeply, looking so exhausted.
“What did you need to talk to me about?” I ventured after sipping my drink.
He rubbed his eyes and was quiet for a moment.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?” I frowned at him.
