"Looks good. The breaker can take the extra load, and I'm going to wire this light to the same switch I'm putting at the top of the stairs," Mitch told him. "Point the light over here now."
Rico shifted a little and found himself even closer to Mitch. Tight quarters, dim lighting, Rico couldn't keep his mind from straying. If he was the one playing around with wires, he would have been electrocuted for sure by now.
But Mitch seemed to know what he was doing, handling the wires, snipping, twisting, capping. Everything he did was so sexy, even wiring some boring basement lights.
The lights were hooked up and then tested. With more light to see by, Rico looked around at the junk pile and everything else. When it came time to clear that out, they would actually be able to tell what was what. In fact something shiny was already catching his eye. He went to dig it up then held it out for Mitch to see. "Check it out."
"Is that more pretty junk?" Mitch asked.
"Yes, it is," he went over to show him. He might have stood too close. Being so near Mitch made him feel unbearably hot.
What he found was a silver egg decorated with flowers. The words "nest egg" were engraved on it in a fancy script. It had a hinged opening and keyhole in the middle, but no key.
"I didn't come across a key," Rico told him.
"It wouldn't work anyway," Mitch said as he took the egg from him and looked it over. "The opening has been soldered shut all around. The hinge might be broken."
"There's no reason Sammy can't play with it, right?" Rico asked him.
"It belongs to your grandmother," Mitch said.
Knowing what a stickler he was, Rico went along with it. "Fine. I'll ask permission."
Once the work was done Rico went up to get them some cold drinks. Mitch hadn't come up from the basement so Rico went down to take him his bottle of water and see if there was anything he needed help with.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he lingered and watched Mitch as he put away his tools, bending down to his toolbox, that sort of thing. Rico enjoyed the sight way too much and felt guilty.
"Here you go," he said when Mitch straightened. Rico handed him his bottle of water while he had a soda.
Mitch gulped down half the bottle then looked all around. "I think this place has lost some of its horror vibe."
"You say that like it's a good thing," Rico said to him archly. "Now the only way I can get a shiver of excitement in this place is by looking at you."
Mitch stopped with the bottle of water halfway to his lips and shook his head. "There's nothing exciting about me."
"Come and feel how fast my heart is beating, and then tell me that," Rico challenged him.
Once again Mitch just stared at him, but this time his expression was so serious, his eyes intensely blue. He set aside his water bottle without taking his eyes off Rico then he approached him, his movements slow, his chest expanding with every breath.
Every step Mitch took closer to him gave Rico an incredible thrill. Then Mitch was on him, looming over him, his blue eyes on fire. As Mitch's eyes raked over him, Rico shivered with anticipation, desperate for him to do something to him, anything.
Then came contact. Mitch placed a hand on his chest, fingers splayed. Rico gasped and in the next second, Mitch's mouth crashed into his, his tongue tasting, probing. The deep, thorough kiss melted all through him, turning his body liquid.
Their mouths melded in a moaning, passionate kiss. Rico's hand closed around a fistful of Mitch's shirt and tugged him in so he could plaster himself against his incredible body. He wanted him so much.
As they kissed, Rico could feel Mitch's cock growing bigger and harder alongside his own. Holding Rico so tight, almost crushing him as he groped his ass, Mitch made him shudder with need.
Rico had to have him. He had to show Mitch the searing, hot passion he had inside, but he was scared too. This was uncharted territory.
He was dying to get down on his knees and wrap his lips around Mitch's cock. Rico wanted to do it more than anything, but he didn't know if Mitch would let him. He was unpredictable. Rico didn't know what he wanted or what he felt. At any second he might pull away.
Chapter 12
Ever since that moment when Enrico beckoned him closer, everything had seemed unreal—the way he stalked toward Enrico in slow motion, the taste of his kiss, and the unbearable heat of him. Mitch was in a trance.
Out of his control, every part of Mitch acted on its own. His hands roamed where they wanted, obsessed with the curve of Enrico's ass. Mitch's mouth trailed kisses over his cheek to his jaw.
Mitch was lost to Enrico's body rubbing and grinding against him. His head tilted back to expose his neck to Mitch's mouth, Enrico was mumbling his name. It sounded so sexy on his lips.
