„And? How's it going?" Harry asked.
"Good. What do you expect?" Michele asked back with an amused. "I'm just looking if they're doing well."
"They could also not do well" Harry said and Michele grinned while he kept inspecting the rest of the tiny cherries.
"Nothing I touch ever goes wrong" he said.
Harry cackled. And then, the latter Michele stood on shifted a little. It had two rows and could stand on its own, but the ground was a little uneven and since there wasn't much to do anyways, Harry had been holding it. Now however, he apparently stepped on it and wrapped his arms around Michele's waist, resting his head on his shoulder.
Michele didn't voice his concern of them falling over, but he chuckled when Harry asked: "When are you going to plant the spaghetti trees?"
"Soon" he said and looked back at him, seeing the bright grin while Harry's laugh was throaty. Michele couldn't help but laugh himself, so much the ladder almost fell over. After Harry had gotten off of it and Michele had steadied himself again, Harry asked:
"I can't wait for some self grown spaghetti." And before Michele had the chance to answer, his shirt was dragged up and Harry pressed a kiss to his lower back.
He giggled before he answered, having cringed a little when the other's lips had touched him. "For real though, I am wondering if I could turn the hills out there into a vineyard. I don't know if the ground here is right for it, but it'd be nice." He propped his chin up on his hand, staring into the distance. "You know, back in Syracuse and around Catania, especially around Catania and the Etna, there are so many vineyards. It's wonderful."
Harry followed his gaze. "I can see that."
Michele looked down on him. "Even if I can't, we could take a trip to the east and visit some vineyards. Do some vine tasting and so on …" He climbed downstairs. "Just visit my mother when I'm there anyways, but take a sweet Hotel and treat ourselves to a nice weekend with a bottle of Sicilian quality wine or two."
Michele's feet touched the floor and Harry hugged him from behind again. "Sounds wonderful to me" he said. "Although I like the idea of feeding you with the grapes you planted yourself more. Just the two of us in a blanket in the grass …"
Harry probably muttered a few more future ideas, but they were lost in the fleeting kisses he placed all over Michele's neck.
Michele cringed again, but kept staring at the hills, rising behind his house in some distance. "Yeah, me too."