...A scraping sound interrupted their conversation. Geoff frowned and started to set Enzio aside. The Italian clung to him.
“Don’t go out there,” Enzio whispered, tremors shaking his cold hands.
“Someone might be here,” he whispered.
Enzio shook his head. “No one comes here. Only crazy Americani who have something to prove.”
“Listen, I’m not one of those paranormal hunters looking to prove or disprove the existence of ghosts, but I’m also not someone who cowers at strange noises.”
Geoff reached out to grab the zipper for the tent. Enzio tackled and pinned him, pressing Geoff’s body to the ground with his own.
“What are you doing?”
He barely managed to ask the question before Enzio covered his lips and kissed him. The first sweep of Enzio’s tongue into his mouth halted any protest Geoff might have made.
Hell, what man in his right mind would choose chasing after strange noises over making out, and possibly fucking a hot sexy Italian stud? Of course, no one ever claimed Geoff was in his right mind, but he wasn’t stupid either. He’d take Enzio any day of the week.
With a gentle heave, he reversed their positions, and Enzio’s thighs fell open to accommodate Geoff’s body. He rocked their groins together and the hard length of Enzio’s cock drew a low moan from Geoff.
A thud hit the side of the tent like someone, or something, had thrown a rock at it. Geoff paused, but Enzio palmed Geoff’s ass and squeezed, massaging his firm muscles with single-minded purpose.
“I want you to fuck me,” Enzio pleaded in a harsh voice.
Hands fumbled and fingers tangled as they struggled to open belts and zippers. Geoff yanked Enzio’s pants, along with his underwear, down and off his body. Enzio pushed down Geoff’s clothes until his cock sprang free again.
Gripping Geoff’s hips, Enzio encouraged him to move up. Obviously, he liked the small taste he’d had of Geoff’s prick earlier.
“Not yet. We need to get you ready.”
Geoff dug through his pockets, searching for his wallet. He crowed in triumph as he held it aloft. “Here we go. Lube and rubber.” He tossed both packets on Enzio’s chest.
“Were you a Boy Scout?”
“Odd question,” Geoff pointed out.
“I simply mean you seem prepared for anything.”
Shrugging, Geoff grinned. “Never know when I’ll get a chance to fuck someone like you. Don’t want to miss the experience because I didn’t have stuff with me.”
Enzio hummed, but didn’t comment. He handed the foil package containing the condom to Geoff.
“Get suited up. I’ll stretch myself.”
Kneeling, Enzio braced one hand on the ground while he fingered his hole with slick-covered digits. The close quarters helped Geoff watch as Enzio started fucking himself, pushing in lube and stretching his puckered opening.
Geoff’s breathing sped up and his hands shook as he tore open the packet. He rolled on the condom without taking his gaze away from Enzio.
“Now, Geoff. I need you in me.” Enzio wiggled his butt.
“Don’t have to tell me twice...”