Realizing they were too visible up there, Mitch pulled him down to the floor. Settling to sit against the wall, Mitch pulled Enrico into his lap. As he held Enrico with his back against his chest, Mitch kissed the side of his neck. His hands fondled Enrico's chest over his shirt then under it. Pressing himself back, Enrico rubbed his hands up and down Mitch's thighs on either side of him.
"I'm looking at the stars and you're touching me. This feels so good. This is what I dreamed about when I came up here by myself," Enrico said, his voice sexy and raw.
In response, Mitch moaned his name. Pushing his hand down, sneaking his fingers under Enrico's belt to the hot, shivering flesh underneath, Mitch teased him by not going deeper. For now he just reveled in the closeness, the scent of Enrico's skin. He wanted to make the moment last so he only lightly traced the outline of his cock.
As Enrico started grinding into his hand, so impatient, Mitch smiled against his neck. Everything Enrico did was such a turn on. A moan on his lips, Enrico rolled his head on Mitch's shoulder and panted, "Please."
Mitch couldn't deny him. Unbuckled, unzipped, Enrico's jeans stood open, his cock pushing up his boxers. Mitch slid his hand under the waistband and cupped his erection. Grunting, Enrico pushed up into his hand.
Mitch felt like it had been forever since he had his hands on Enrico. Now he felt Enrico's cock surge into his fist, hard and alive. As Mitch nuzzled his neck, he felt his own erection grow rock-hard.
Turning his head toward him, Enrico moaned. The feathery touch of his lips brushed Mitch's beard as he pleaded, "Mitch."
Pushing him down to the rough floor, Mitch freed his cock and breathed over it while he gripped the base. Enrico writhed and Mitch licked at the tip, savoring the flavor of him. Mitch stroked the shaft and swirled the head then he swallowed him down.
He didn't rush it. He savored every inch that slid over his tongue. Enrico had fistfuls of his t-shirt bunched in his hands as he writhed and moaned.
"You're so hot, oh fuck, Mitch," Enrico panted.
Taking him down slow then fast, Mitch lost his head to the rhythm and the feel of his cock. Enrico's shaky voice, his broken words urged him on. Then he was coming and Mitch was swallowing. As Enrico's hips snapped up, he moaned and thrust up wildly through his climax. It was pure bliss to feel him and to taste his come.
Rising above him, Mitch watched him shudder with aftershocks. His chest rising and falling with rapid breathing, his eyes half closed, his lips parted, he was so gorgeous.
But now that he was done, Enrico didn't give him a second to catch his breath. He was on Mitch, pushing him back with an insistent kiss. The press of his body, his restless hands were demanding more contact and more exposed skin to lick and kiss.
Enrico took his turn sucking him off. Tight and hot, his mouth pulled on Mitch's cock so hard and good, all he could do was shudder and moan.
Primed for it from giving him head, Mitch couldn't hold back for long. He spilled down Enrico's throat while his fingers were pushing through Enrico's hair.
Mitch rasped his name and watched him lick his lips. With a swift motion, he pulled Enrico to him. His hand sliding down over the back of his jeans to fondle his perfect ass, Mitch kissed him deeply and both of their tastes mingled.
They both collapsed to the bell tower floor and just breathed for a while. Enrico looked so happy and peaceful as he looks up at the endless night sky. Mitch lay next to him looking up at the beams where the church bell once hung, but Enrico's gaze was still lost in the field of stars.
Leaning over him, Mitch watched his hazel eyes turn to focus on him. Enrico smiled and tugged him down by the front of his t-shirt. His lips parted as he took in a deep breath and waited for Mitch to kiss him, Enrico was so beautiful.
Chapter 38
Rico woke up disoriented and out of breath with panic. Pretty quickly he figured out he was in his own bed in his grandmother's house, so he calmed down and dropped back on the pillow.
He had been dreaming about being in that basement at the Dunbar house, but this time he was alone and frantic. There were terrible noises coming from the floor above. He didn't know what was happening or where Sammy was.
Relieved to be awake, he went to get ready. Later on, he and Mitch were waiting for Sammy and his grandmother to make themselves pretty for the second day of the festival. The two of them were hanging out in the foyer, when Rico told Mitch about his restless night.
"I barely slept last night, and I still managed to have a nightmare." He didn't give him any details though. Mitch didn't need that. "All that talk about the basement of horrors is coming back to haunt me."
"Sorry," Mitch told him and reached over to rub his back. "I didn't sleep at all, so no nightmares for me." He had spent all night in an armchair in Sammy's room, watching over her.
"Did Sammy sleep OK?" Rico asked.
"She did and that's what's important. She had her doll and the kittens cuddling with her. I think that helped," Mitch said with a smile.
"Sammy had her dad with her. That's what made the difference," Rico told him and gave him a kiss. "Today she'll have even more fun and you'll get to be in the parade as a proud parent of a peach."
"You'll be there too," Mitch said.
"I'm just your backup. This will be your day to shine. And Sammy's of course," Rico said, but he was actually really happy to be there with Mitch and Sammy.
Before they left, Sammy made the case that the kittens should come to the parade. "They want to see me," she insisted.
