“It’s an amazing view isn’t it?” Lorenzo’s voice was deep as it echoes behind Mercer’s ear.

Mercer flinched as hands wrapped around his waist. “Lorenzo,” He said softly.

“Almost as amazing as you.”

Lorenzo left a light kiss on Mercer’s collarbone. He kissed up his neck, his hands exploring Mercer’s stomach.

“Lorenzo,” Mercer repeated and squirmed.

“Shhh,” Lorenzo stopped kissing his neck and gently guided Mercer’s face to look at his.

Mercer’s eyes were wide, filled with vulnerability and need. Lorenzo smirked and kissed him. He held the kiss, his tongue begging for entrance to Mercer’s mouth. In a quick motion he turned him around and pressed their hips together. Mercer melted into Lorenzo. He hoisted Mercer up, wrapping his legs around his own waist. He kept the kiss as he carried Mercer to his bedroom.

The room was huge with a king sized bed and matching side tables with lamps. He laid Mercer on his bed and towered over him. He placed his forearms on each side of Mercer’s head. Mercer’s breath hitched. He reached his hands up and placed both of them on Lorenzo’s face. Lorenzo leaned into the warmth. Just as he was going to make a move, Lorenzo collapsed on top of him, asleep.

“Ugh Lorenzo!” Mercer groaned. His pants were painfully tight and just as he was about to get action Lorenzo “had” to pass out.

He carefully rolled Lorenzo off of him. He sat up in bed before taking Lorenzo’s pants and shirt off. Sweat beads form on his forehead as he chucked the clothes aside. Mercer sat down next to Lorenzo and brushed the hair from his face. He leaned down and gently kissed his lips. As Mercer was about to pull away and leave for the night, Lorenzo wrapped his arms around him and hugged him like a body pillow.