Done coming down Mitch's throat, Enrico didn't take a single second to rest. Before Mitch could even get his breath back, he was on his back with Enrico licking his way from the base of his cock to the head.
With Enrico moaning around the head of his cock, Mitch's heartbeat boomed in his ears. Ripples of pleasure moved up and down his spine then pooled low inside him.
Enrico bobbed up and down over his cock slow then fast, humming around him so that Mitch quaked inside, needing to come. His release came with a burst of pleasure that made the stars overhead swirl as he let out a low roar.
The stars were blocked from his sight as Enrico rose above him then angled his mouth for a deep, never-ending kiss. Their bodies were still damp but overheated now, and the fresh breeze coming off the water felt nice as they relaxed on the cool grass.
An arm and a leg thrown over him, Enrico settled against him. Burying his face in the crook of Mitch's neck, he sighed. Mitch felt his eyes close. His last thought before sleep overtook him was that they really shouldn't fall asleep naked here like this.
The sky was just starting to brighten when Mitch woke with Enrico sprawled over him. Looking down Enrico's body, Mitch saw he had grass stuck to his back and his ass and a twig in his hair.
Mitch removed the twig and kissed his earlobe. As he brushed the grass off him, he was hoping he would wake up, but Enrico only snuggled closer and moaned contentedly.
Wishing he could let him sleep, Mitch had to try harder to wake him up. They had to get decent and drive back to pick up Sammy. He was dying to wake him with a blowjob, but they didn't have time for that. He woke him up with a kiss instead.
"You're nice to wake up with. We have to do this again," Enrico mumbled as he nuzzled his beard.
Mitch wanted that too. He hurt with how much he always wanted to wake up with Enrico.
Chapter 27
It was the day of Grandma's yard sale and they were all up at dawn putting up signs and setting up on the side of the house. Grandma arrived with her big boat of a car loaded down with some things from her house she wanted to sell.
"More work for us?" Rico said to her as he went over to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Antique hunters will be swarming this place, and I want to make the most of it," she said and rubbed her hands together.
Rico and Mitch started to unload the stuff that was wedged in her trunk and in the back of her car every which way. "I can't believe you brought this stuff here last minute," Rico complained as he got out a lamp that was more like a full sized crystal chandelier.
"It's for a good cause," Mitch reminded him.
Wearing a yellow dress and her big lilac hat, Sammy was excited and eager to help, so Grandma put her to work too. "You can put the stickers on this stuff I brought. And then you and me are going to sit in lawn chairs with our big hats on and make us some money."
"To help people," Sammy added and the two of them got busy.
Grandmother was donating the money from the yard sale to a free clinic in Ashbury that was in danger of closing, and Rico was sure she would add to the money. They had put up a sign to let people know that the clinic needed help if they wanted to write a tax-deductible check right on the spot.
Soon most of the stuff was set up where his grandmother wanted it, so Rico turned his attention to Mitch. As Rico looked at him now, the night of their swim seemed like a dream to him. Was that really the same man who now seemed so serious and intent on the work he was doing?
Rico could still see him naked, rising out of the river, water streaming down his sculpted body, moonlight outlining every inch of him. He had to be a dream or some kind of vision. Back then as he devoured him with his eyes, Rico wanted to be the river and the rivulets of water, and the moonlight shining on him so lovingly.
He did get to have Mitch in his own way, and he got to sleep in his arms too. It all happened, but some part of his brain refused to believe it.
With a fan in one hand and a box with small change on her lap, Grandmother settled herself into a folding chair. From there she took care of some early shoppers, mostly dealers, who swooped in to pick over the stuff before anyone else. One guy was different though. An older guy in a shabby suit, he arrived first and looked over everything very quickly while tugging on his ear. Grandma seemed to recognize him.
"It's Mr. West. Nice to see you again," she said then told Rico about him. "This is the man who was interested in the house. Too bad I haven't put it on the market yet."
Rico hated that reminder that Mitch and Sammy would have to move out of the house, but Mr. West only nodded vaguely and scanned the stuff for sale. Standing on her toes next to Rico, Sammy waited to see if she could make a sale, but apparently the man wanted something they didn't have.
"You got any other silver pieces?" the guy asked.
"What you see there is all the silver," his grandmother told him.
"I was looking for something... different. As a gift," Mr. West said.
"This thing is pretty interesting," Rico said and held up a tiered candelabra with a spiral design.
Mr. West barely even glanced at it. He grimaced and walked away.
