CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN Cooper
Igazed dreamily at Mikey while he slept, the rays of morning sunshine filtering through the blinds.
The weather was warm so a thin top sheet was all we needed with a fan at the foot of the bed.
He liked the white noise. I liked the breeze.
He liked to spoon only until we began to fall asleep. I could have spooned all night long.
So many things about us were compatible.
The similarities had always been that way.
Born on the same day and growing up together was bound to cause parallels in our likes and dislikes.
Trust me, we had many disagreements, but the likes that we shared outweighed the dislikes, and perhaps that’s what connected us to each other.
Sometimes I needed to pinch myself because we were a couple.
I’d stopped asking why and had decided to live fully in the why not.
I’d loved him my whole life, truly understanding the type of love I had for him the past four to five years.
The change in our relationship came with its fair share of worry as well.
I’d wanted this my entire life, thinking that he would never reciprocate my love in the fashion that I desired.
But he had and here we were. My guess was that Mikey hadn’t put it together until recently.
That didn’t make his love any less than mine in my selfish opinion.
Not even his partially opened mouth, his unruly hair, or the tiny bit of dried saliva on the corners of his lips could change my mind about him. He was my everything and I’d spent the past month thanking any and every one for the gift.
* * *
“Of all the Gods in here, which one do I need to thank for Mikey’s love?” I’d asked Mrs. H. one evening while Mikey was at work. We were hanging out in their living room. I was holding a statue of a woman with eight arms.
Mikey’s mom smiled and studied me carefully, moving her eyes around the room in thought. “Thank yourself, Cooper,” she’d finally said. “Michael loves you because of you, not one of my deity’s.”
“You advised me to give him time. Do you remember saying that?”
“I do,” she’d confirmed. “But even I hadn’t held out much hope for this sort of change, son.”
I wondered what she meant by her words. Did Mrs. H. like that Mikey was gay? Was she disappointed about grandkids? I wanted to assure her that kids were still on the table.
“Are you disappointed by his choice?”
“Oh, honey. Of course not,” she’d declared. “How could I be? Michael is so fortunate to have someone who loves him the way I know you do; I couldn’t be happier about that. And, I’m proud of both of you.”
I took the opportunity and asked her a question I’d been hanging on to for far too long. “Why do you think he finally realized he has feelings for me?” I’d asked, afraid I could jinx my good fortune.
“He simply grew up, Cooper,” she’d said. “I don’t mean that he was immature or anything like that, but I suppose that after his father died, he understood what he truly wanted in a partner. He just didn’t know that the person had been right by his side the whole time. I’m happy he noticed.”
“You’ve noticed the difference in him too?” I’d asked, wondering if it wasn’t just my observation.
“Absolutely I have. And I love it,” she’d declared. “He’s growing up, Cooper. Actually, he grew up, and you’re what he wants. I’m quite pleased with his choice, son.”
* * *
Mikey rolled over to face me, grumbling and stretching. I held my breath, hoping to not wake him because it was Sunday morning and he was off of work. He needed the rest.
His eyes popped open. “What?” he asked, smiling at me. “You’re staring at me again, Coop.”
“Can’t help it,” I admitted, moving under his arm when he invited me closer. “You’re so darn cute.”
“It’s Sunday,” I said. “You know how I am about Sundays.”
“Yeah, I know. Every day is like Sunday to you, Coop,” he stated before yawning and stretching again.
I sat up and yanked the covers off of him, exposing his golden skin and perfect body. He worked hard as well as worked out hard. His body was the evidence.
“I’m hungry,” I said, licking my lips.
His eyes were closed so he didn’t see me staring at his morning wood. “It’s Sunday, pretty boy. I’m sure Mom is making breakfast,” he groaned, his eyes still closed when he flexed his legs which caused his dick to bounce off of his stomach.
I slid down the bed until my face was near his erection. “I prefer a bigger sausage.”
I glanced up at him but he either fell back to sleep or was pretending to be so I lifted my head from the mattress, rested my cheek on his stomach, and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. His hand immediately came to the back of my head. He had been paying attention.
Mikey let me tease the tip for a few moments before he pushed me off of him and rolled to his side so that his cock moved deeper into my mouth.
While gripping the sides of my face, he pumped his hips, moaning softly.
I let him use my warm mouth and kept my hands off of his cock as he manipulated my head to his liking.
He liked being aggressive. I liked him being aggressive.
Part of my attraction to him was his power and the way he made me feel when he controlled me.
There was the gentle power he wielded in everyday life.
How he walked and carried himself so confidently was a turn on for me.
I was turned on by the way he looked out for me, protecting me when he probably didn’t notice he was doing it.
But Mikey wielded his power sexually as well, and that’s what turned me on the most. I went crazy when he used my mouth or held me down and wrestled me while we were naked and grinding our cocks into each other.
His moves and strength overpowered me, and I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted to be the one he manhandled and I sensed he was very aware of my desires.
“I’m gonna come,” he moaned, after a minute.
Getting his cock first thing in the morning always had him coming fast. Most guys were like that. Most of us woke up with wood. Sometimes because we had to piss, but even that didn’t prevent a quick orgasm. And typically, Mikey was ready to go five minutes later if need be.
I grabbed his balls with one hand and squeezed, tightening my mouth around his dick.
We were only one minute in but my reward was seconds away.
I’d become the master at reading Mikey’s body language and cock signals.
Sometimes I enjoyed edging and teasing him, but today I knew he wanted a release so I let him pump until he cried out in sweet agony.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” he moaned, holding me against his pubes and unloading.
I never complained about him coming in my mouth. Of course, he’d never asked either. We both swallowed. I guess that’s what we thought a person did according to the porn we watched.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” I said, sliding up to join him on his pillow.
“You’re so good at that, stud. I should probably tell you I like that a lot,” he said, rolling on top of me and then pushing up, grinning at me. “Want one?”
“I mean, if you insist,” I replied. I glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “You just sucked me off less than seven hours ago,” I teased.
“And I’m very sorry it’s taken this long to get back to you.”
We could have sex all day long. We were both eighteen and constantly horny so why not?
“It ain’t gonna suck itself,” I stated, pushing the top of his head toward my needy cock.
“You’re a nasty little fucker,” he whispered on his way down. “And I like that too.”
I didn’t manage to last much longer than Mikey, and within minutes his mother was yelling up the stairs that breakfast was ready.
“See?” Mikey teased. “Every Sunday. Just like clockwork.”
We jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, both of us needing to clean up from our morning session.
“I hope we have bacon,” I quipped, following closely behind him. “I don’t think I can handle more sausage after the meal I just had.”
Mikey stopped and turned around, briefly eyeing me and shaking his head in amusement. “Boy oh boy, was I wrong about you, Coop.”
“How’s that?” I asked, bumping into him on purpose.
“I had you pegged as a bit of prude about sex and talking smack,” he explained.
“I wasn’t having sex, so I guess you were wrong.”
He laughed out loud. “Good point. I guess you weren’t,” he agreed. “I sorta wished I’d known though. Think of the blue balls I coulda saved myself from.”
“How about I prevent you from suffering such a horrible plight in the future?” I teased.
Mikey pulled me into his arms and held me tight. “I love you so much, Coop. I hope you know that.”
“I’m beginning to,” I whispered, his hug straining my ability to breathe. “Unless of course you smother me to death.”
He released me and held me back, his hands on my biceps, studying me as his eyes welled up. “I need you to believe me,” he said. “I’m sorry I took so long.”
“I believe you,” I whispered, struggling not to burst into tears. His words of affirmation were exactly what I craved every single day since he told me he wanted to be with me. “Doesn’t mean that I’m not afraid sometimes though,” I confessed.
He lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. “I’m afraid too, Coop.”
“You are?” I asked, wondering how that could be possible. “But you know I’ve been crazy about you our whole lives, Mikey. I’ve always wanted to be with you.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, positioning me in front of him and in front of the mirror above the sink. “See that?” he asked.
I nodded, holding his hands that were locked around my waist.
“I want this forever, Coop. I can’t lose you.”
We locked eyes in the mirror and I felt something significant in his words. Mikey was intense and purposeful in his words. “I can do that,” I stated.
“And you’re sure?”
“As sure as I possibly can be,” I answered. “I’ve loved you all of my life. How could I stop now?”
Mikey smiled and rested his chin on my shoulder, gazing at my reflection. “There are so many things I want for us, Coop, and I don’t want to waste a single day.”
I spun around and met his gaze. “I don’t want to beat a dead horse here, Mikey, but you are so different lately.”
The corner of his mouth turned down.
“Hold on. Hear me out,” I advised. “I was going to tell you that I like the change. I like the confidence that you have in us too. You make me feel that even though we’re still young that we can do anything as a couple.”
“Because we can, Coop, and I want to experience everything with you by my side,” he said. “I’ll never be able to explain to you what you mean to me, but I plan on spending my entire life trying to prove it to you.”
“You just did,” I said, kissing him on the cheek and stepping around him then heading toward his dresser.
“Boys?” Kathleen yelled from downstairs. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
“I’m digging Sundays,” Mikey said, following right behind me. “I’m beginning to see why you like ‘em so much.”
“Just you wait,” I stated, flinging a pair of clean boxers at him and helping myself to one of his pairs. “You’ll see. Every day is like Sunday.”
“I’m counting on it,” he said while adjusting the waistband of my boxers. “You are so fucking sexy.”
I held my hand up to his face. “Don’t start,” I warned, already feeling my boxers expanding. “I mean it,” I added as I squirmed away, fighting off his advance and running for the door.
He grabbed me and spun me around, smothering my mouth with his. He kissed me with such longing that I swear I felt it in my toes. “Hang onto that until after breakfast,” he said.
“Boys. Breakf . . .” Kathleen began.
“Coming!” we yelled in unison, cutting her off.
We hurried down the stairs to breakfast, like so many times before over our lifetime of friendship. A friendship that had evolved into a dream come true for me. I couldn’t remember ever being happier.