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Chapter 26

Enzo stood completely still. His entire body was numb, frozen with disbelief. His eyes were wide, noticing that Cass' were squeezed shut. There was no way this was happening. There was no possible way that Cass was kissing him. It had to be a dream. Yeah, just some crazy dream that he was waiting to shatter and wake up from.

But there was no mistaking the burning heat from Cass' hands on his shoulders or the firmness of Cass' soft lips against his. Bolts of electricity and want coursed through him at the light contact. The kiss itself was gentle, the movements quick, but nowhere near forceful. It had just been a last resort. This wasn't a dream, Enzo thought; it was just a freak occurrence.

Enzo inwardly sighed, his brows furrowing. He wanted to return the sweet kiss. He wanted to throw all logical thought away and just wrap his arms around Cass' neck and devour his mouth like he'd imagined so many times before. He really wanted this.

But he couldn't.

There was too much at risk to give in. There was too much that could be lost. He had to think about Carmella. He knew how she felt about Cass, and even the thought of something like this happening would tear her heart apart. And what was happening, that wasn't Cass. This wasn't Cass at all.

Slowly, his hands moved up and pressed against Cass' chest. As much as he hated it, shakily, he pushed his back, breaking their kiss. He looked away, refusing to meet the other man's eyes. "You shouldn't do that," he murmured, swallowing hard as his lips continued to tingle. "You ain't really interested in dudes."

Cass stood up straight, his heart already pounding from the simple, chaste kiss. He couldn't deny that he'd felt a spark there between them. It had been a shock to his system, over riding the nervousness already rushing through him. He'd never thought he'd ever feel something so good from such a tiny peck on the lips. "I ain't interested in other dudes," Cass breathed, refusing to let Enzo's shoulders go. He was afraid if he did, Enzo would dart away. He didn't want that, not after such a new kind of experience. "But you ain't just some dude 'Zo."

Enzo sharply exhaled, those words something he'd always dreamed of hearing. He wanted them so badly to be the truth and not some mixed up confusion he knew they were from his best friend. He shook his head. Whatever it was Cass was thinking, it wasn't right. Nothing would ever happen between them. No matter what Cass said, he knew he'd run if it ever went past such a simple kiss. That was the painful reality of it all. "Cass…."

"No, listen 'Zo," Cass interrupted, giving Enzo's shoulders a quick jerk, begging him to look up; for their eyes to meet. "I ain't lyin' when I say I got somethin' for ya. There's not other reason that explains why I feel the way I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't be so jealous of Finn and your man."

Enzo's brows knitted together at Cass' words, silence filling the space between them. He knew Cass couldn't be saying what he wanted to hear. It was uncomfortable to stand there under Cass' desperate gaze, both of them completely at a loss for words.

Cass took a breath, more than a little nervous that Enzo wasn't answering. He wanted him to yell or at least poke fun at him, anything but the echoing silence. This was something he wasn't, and would probably never get, used to. Not from Enzo. "I know ya got your eyes on someone else," he said softly, looking down at his feet. "But I can't give ya up like that. It ain't about sex 'Zo. It's about me an' you." He took a breath, his heart beating faster, harder. He looked up, meeting Enzo's widened eyes. "Without ya, there's no me. Cass and 'Zo forever, right?" He forced his lips to try and turn up into a smile, knowing that it looked pained. "I need ya' 'Zo."

Enzo's entire body felt numb, once again he was in complete shock. Who was this man? There was no way that this was really Cass, it couldn't be. He was void of words. Even if he had them, he didn't know if he'd even be able to speak. He looked down at the floor, his fingers curling around the loose material of Cass' shirt. His jaw tightened. He wanted all this to be real, wanted nothing more than to give in and pretend, even for just a short while, that Cass really wanted him the same way he wanted Cass.

Cass' features softened, once again leaning in. His movements were slow, giving Enzo plenty of time to push him away or tell him he didn't want this. And if he did, he'd back off completely. He paused, leaving just a few inches between them as one hand left Enzo's shoulder and gently tipped his chin up. Their eyes met and he closed the last bit of space between them. His eyes closed and his heart lurched in his chest, that same electrical feeling once again passing through him.

Enzo stiffened, his hands once again tightening in Cass' shirt as his lips instantly molded to the ones covering his. He felt a bold of lightening rush through him again, setting every nerve inside him ablaze with a fire he never knew could exist inside him. It felt so right, so good. His eyes fluttered shut, taking in how Cass' scruff brushed against his, the softness of his lips.

The kiss was once again light, chaste and gave Enzo every opportunity to pull away if he chose to. It was nervous yet completely wanted.

Even as Enzo's heart told him to keep going, to enjoy this moment, his mind yelled at him to consider the possible outcomes, to be cautious. After a few blissful moments of enjoyment, he pulled back just enough that their lips barely brushed against the other. "Our friendship," he weakly protested, his voice nothing but a mere murmur. He was lost to another kiss Cass pressed onto him.

Cass smirked into the kiss, his hand sliding down Enzo's shoulder to his waist before wrapping around and pulling them closer together. It felt good, so good, to have Enzo's body against his. The pressure on their lips grew firmer, the kiss more confident. "I ain't leavin' ya," he breathed, his lips parting just enough to capture Enzo's lower lip between his.

Enzo couldn't breathe. Between the taste of Cass' breath on his lips and the feel of the hot, moist inside bed of Cass' lip he didn't know what to focus on. He let out a shaky whimper, his hands loosening in Cass' shirt. They opened to lay flat against his chest, not to pull away, just to take in the feel of Cass. "What 'bout 'Mella?" he tried again, his voice sounded weak and foreign to his own ears.

"She's not part of this," Cass answered firmly, his hand sliding from Enzo's chin, up his cheek to the back of his head. He cradled it as his kiss grew firmer, needier. He drunk in the sweet taste of his best friend. A shudder of pleasure ran down his spine, thinking that he hadn't even tasted the inside of Enzo's mouth and he was already feeling so high.

Another whimper escaped Enzo's throat, his head tilting to the side as his body curved up to be closer to Cass'. He couldn't argue with Cass, not when he was kissing him so sweetly. Not when he wanted this more than Cass could possibly understand. One of his own hands grew bold, sliding up Cass' chest and over his shoulder before making the climb up the long neck to tangle in the neat bun. "Cass," he groaned, pulling back, his tongue running over his lower lip, taking in Cass' taste. It was better than he remembered.

Cass' eyes met Enzo's his breath coming in little puffs. "Yeah," he answered, pecking Enzo's lips once more. He gave a soft chuckle, bumping their foreheads together. He didn't care that he was bent at an awkward angle and his back was starting to protest it. All he cared about was the fact that he had Enzo, flushed face and all, right there in his arms. "You're not puttin' up much of a fight now," he teased, wincing as Enzo's fingers tightened in his bun.

Enzo shifted, moving to tuck his face in the crook of Enzo's neck. "When have I ever been able to tell ya no?" he asked softly, his fingers spreading open on Cass' chest. How was he ever supposed to let this go now that he'd had a taste? "When we were in high school, anytime you wanted to do somethin', I was always right there. How'm I supposed to start now?"

Cass felt his heart skip a beat at Enzo's words, letting out a soft chuckle. Why hadn't he noticed these things before? He could've asked Enzo to explore this with him so many years before. He let out a hiss, Enzo's lips once again on his neck, little pecks making their way up to his jaw before once again meekly touching his lips.

Enzo felt himself falling victim to the rush that was kissing Cass. The kisses between them grew more comfortable, their lips parting and taking turns capturing the other one's lower lip between theirs. He tugged at the hair band, tossing it away and combing his fingers through the long hair.

Cass groaned, shivering at the tender way the pads of Enzo's fingers ran over his scalp. He needed more and took the chance, their lips unclasping. His tongue slowly slid from between his own lips and across the seam of Enzo's lips. His eyes met Enzo's for a moment, time standing still between them. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was something he'd remember for years to come.

Enzo's lips parted, his tongue slowly sliding out to glide against Cass's. He whimpered, his eyes closing once again as Cass eased into his mouth. It was slow, explorative, taking in each other's taste. He loved the warm slickness as it searched his mouth for every nook and cranny, like Cass wanted to memorize every last bit of him. In turn, once his tongue made it into Cass' mouth he did the same, taking in the sweet, unique flavor he'd only ever dreamed about.

Their kisses grew longer, slower as their mouths parted, just to return to one another. Cass was the one to make the next move, gently shuffling Enzo back towards a wall. His hand slid from the back of his head to his hips, his other one following. He couldn't handle his back protesting his bending anymore. Without breaking their kiss, he lifted Enzo up, pinning his body between him and the wall, their hips practically at the same level.

Enzo's legs automatically wrapped around Cass' waist. His arm wrapped around Cass' neck to stabilize himself. He groaned, thinking that this was just like the night Cass had carried him home, only better. "Fuck," he whimpered, Cass' kissing growing bolder and moving away from his lips down his jaw line to his neck. "W-wait," he whimpered, letting out a throaty moan once Cass' lips touched one of his most sensitive spots.

Cass smirked, parting his lips and taking in the bit of flesh right over Enzo's pulse into his mouth and suckling lightly. He wasn't about to let the other man go now, not when he had him in his arms. "Not lettin' go," he murmured, his lips moving up the strong column to his pierced ear, taking the lower lobe, earring stud and all, in his mouth and suckling.

Enzo couldn't help but rut his hips against Cass, the other man hitting all of his most sensitive spots. He could feel himself starting to grow in his jeans, Cass pushing into him a little harder. His eyes flew open, both of Cass' hands grabbing his ass and squeezing. "Cass…."

Cass only smirked in return, releasing Enzo's ear and moving to kiss him again. He couldn't think, everything feeling so good, so right. He pulled Enzo from the wall, thinking that it was unfair that he couldn't touch the smaller male any more than he was. He eased through the apartment to Enzo's bedroom, pushing the door open and walking over to the bed by memory. Slowly, he lowered Enzo down on the mattress, his body following right over him. Resting one forearm beside Enzo's head, his other hand slid up to Enzo's hip. He pulled him in as his hips pushed down, feeling Enzo's hardening arousal brush against his own.

Enzo whimpered, his lips breaking from Cass'. This wasn't a good idea. He knew that. Things could easily escalate too far. He bit his lower lip, the feel of Cass' body pushing down on his making it hard to think logically. After losing the battle, his lips moved over Cass' neck again, wanting to remember every single taste he could take in. He didn't know how long this would last, if this right here would be it. He wanted to savor every bit of it. He pushed Cass back, moving so he was straddling the other man's hips.

Cass whimpered, tilting his head to the side, giving Enzo more room to explore his neck. His eyes tried to focus on the ceiling in the darkness, feeling his own cock start to grow in his shorts. Enzo's mouth clasped around his ear, pulling a low groan from his lips. "Not there," he harshly whispered, his entire body starting to tense. He could feel his blood rush right to his cock, it hardening faster than it ever had before.

Enzo chuckled, licking the folds gently before lightly blowing over them, watching as Cass' entire body stiffened and shuddered in pleasure. Fuck did he look good there under him. He bit his lower lip, thinking that he was impossibly hard in his jeans, the confining material starting to hurt.

Cass pushed his hips upwards into Enzo's, both of them groaning at the friction. His hands grasped Enzo's hips, rocking them together. He was glad he wasn't the only one hard just by their kisses. He pulled back, looking over the flushed face, unable to stop a smile from touching his lips. "Fuck 'Zo," he whispered, hissing out when Enzo ground down into him. "You look fuckin' amazin'."

Enzo didn't know if he could get any redder, his face already burning. He bit his lower lip, resting his hands on either side of Cass' head and pushing up so he could really take in how good Cass looked under him. Blond hair was loose, fanned out on his leopard print pillows, pink lips kiss swollen and parted, blue eyes half lidded and just as turned on as him. "I could say the same 'bout you," he returned, whimpering out when he felt warm fingers brush over the skin above his waistband.

Cass wanted to feel Enzo's skin, his fingers sliding up, over the smooth skin of his belly, his thumb brushing over the trail of hair that went down the middle. He couldn't breathe, Enzo's eyes locked with his as his hand slowly moved upwards. He bit his lower lip, his fingertips meeting Enzo's soft chest hair, a finger sliding over a pert nipple.

Enzo hissed, thinking that it had never felt that good when Finn had touched his nipples. His eyes closed, Cass' other hand resting on the back of his head, pulling him back in for a series of sweet kisses. He felt Cass' hand slide across his chest so his thumb could brush over his nipple again, eliciting another groan.

Cass could feel his lower half throbbing with need, and he knew Enzo had to be in the same position. He wanted to see all of Enzo, feel him in his hand. His hand slid down Enzo's torso, twisting so that it could cup over the other man's arousal.

"Wait, no," Enzo gasped, pulling back from Cass and sitting up, his hands grabbing Cass' wrist. His heart started to pound, this time in fear. He pulled Cass' hand from his crotch, allowing it to move to his hip. "That's too much."

Cass felt Enzo slowly sink into him, both of them sucking in breaths they so desperately needed. "But you're hard," he said gently, his hand moving so his thumb could run over the bulge.

"Well, I gotta hot guy kissin' and rubbin' 'gainst me, who wouldn't get hard?" Enzo threw back, his hips moving on their own into the stroke of Cass' thumb. "Ya said this wasn't 'bout sex." It was his last resort, hoping to get Cass to stop touching it. He already wanted Cass, but he knew he couldn't give in that far.

Cass didn't dare stop the smirk that touched his lips. "So if any hot guy kisses ya, he's gonna feel this?" he asked teasingly, earning a dark look. He chuckled, his hand sliding down so that his palm was once again over Enzo. "And it ain't about sex. I jus' wanna take care'a ya, 'Zo."

Enzo seriously felt like he was in a dream, biting his lower lip as he nodded. He held his breath, both of Cass' hands moving to the button of his jeans. Once it popped open, he sucked in a breath, the zipper sliding down. He watched Cass' hands as they tugged his jeans and underwear down just until his cock sprang out, hard with the head already leaking. "And I don't get hard for jus' anyone," he retorted, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a moan. The heat from Cass' hand around him felt incredible.

Cass was mesmerized at the way Enzo fit in his hand, hot and heavy and throbbing at his tender touch. He swallowed hard, this being the only time he'd ever held a dick in his hand other than his own. He bit his lower lip, taking in the small tattoo, and the neatly kept pubic hair above his cock. He couldn't imagine touching any other male but Enzo like this, and hearing the sweet sounds above him, he didn't want any other man touching Enzo. He started to slowly pumping the other man in his hand, listening to the bitten back moans. "So, you're this hard 'cause a' me?" he asked.

Enzo nodded without thinking, his mouth instantly taken in a hot, aggressive kiss. Once he was released, he was breathless, his lips throbbing from the possessiveness. "I know you're hard too." He met Cass' eyes, one of his hands sliding between them down to slide over Cass' straining erection. "Lemme do you too."

Cass nodded, thinking that he wanted nothing more than Enzo's hands on him. He lifted his hips as Enzo pulled at his shorts, pulling his own sizable cock free. He couldn't explain how good it felt to have Enzo's hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking. He groaned, both of them jerking the other at too slow paces. It was awkward, yet so arousing. He reached for the bedside table, pulling open the drawer and digging around.

Enzo whined, Cass' hand slowing to a stop. "What ya lookin' for?" he asked, clearly unhappy with the lack of attention. If Cass didn't turn back to him, he knew he was going to do something drastic, like pulling from Cass' hand and taking him into his mouth.

"Lube," Cass answered, finally finding the bottle and pulling back. "Because it'll hurt if we don't use some." He popped the cap open with his free hand, squeezing some over the head of Enzo's cock and then his own, both of them letting out an appreciative groan at the slickness. He closed the top and dropped it beside him. "Ya look so fuckin' good on top'a me 'Zo."

Enzo felt his heart skip a beat, his throat going dry. He bit his lower lip, telling himself not to tell Cass that he'd rather be riding him instead of just jerking him off. He surged forward, pushing their lips together in another set of heated kisses. His hand moved faster over Cass' throbbing flesh.

Cass had no problem with their messy kisses, the need growing in them to make it to the end. "'Zo," he groaned between kisses, his free hand winding in the back of Enzo's mohawk, his hips thrusting up into Enzo's hand. He felt the underside of his cock rub against Enzo's and he felt like he could explode at that moment. He released Enzo just long enough to wrap his hand around them both, hissing as their bare cocks touched for the first time.

Enzo did the same, his kisses growing demanding as their fingers twined together. His hips were moving with Cass, his head fuzzy and his body tightening. He almost embarrassed how quickly he was reaching his end, but the fact that it was Cass doing this to him, he was glad he hadn't busted right when Cass had took hold of it.

"Enzo," Cass whimpered into the other man's mouth, pulling back. "I'm 'bout to—"

Enzo cut him off, whimpering him too as their hands sped up. He tucked his face into the crook of Cass' neck, placing messy, wet kisses to his neck. He was right there on the edge, the muscles in his stomach tightening before suddenly letting loose. He bit Cass' shoulder, howling as he started to shoot.

Cass winced as Enzo's teeth sunk into him. He felt Enzo throb in his hand, his own orgasm following. He groaned out Enzo's name, his vision going white as he thrust up a few more times, his entire body stiffening. He felt their hot release on his belly and hand, sure that they'd just dirtied up both of their shirts. He held Enzo close to him, kissing his cheek and relaxing into the bed, a soft smile on his lips. He hadn't cum that hard in a long time, and certainly not by a simple hand job.

Enzo laid against Cass, his eyes closed, breathing fast and harsh. He could smell their mingled sweat and release. He didn't want to pull away, knowing that it would lead to a conversation he knew they now had to have. They'd crossed a line they shouldn't have and he was afraid of the outcome. He swallowed hard, thinking now that the high was fading, what would happen between them?

(A/N): Well, for everyone waiting for a little Cassamore smut, here's a bit for you finally! I certainly hope you enjoyed it! What do you think is going to happen now? Thoughts are always appreciated! Onwards and Upwards!

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