Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
YURI
I’m vaguely aware that the movie ended a while ago, but I’m not sure if Cooper has even noticed.
He’s too busy carding his fingers through my hair while he tells me all about the long, arduous selection process he went through to get his marijuana plants where they are, with the perfect fruity flavor and the right amount of THC to create the ideal buzz.
“I’ll take your help with fertilizer though, if you’re still offering. I don’t think they’re reaching their full potential.”
“Of course.” I kiss his chin and grin, rolling into him just a little more to enjoy the warm, press of his body against mine and the gentle sway of the hammock.
“You have no idea how much restraint it’s taken me not to ask to see your greenhouse so I can check out the soil and see how your plants are growing,” I confess, and he laughs.
“Well, damn, if I’d known that was a way to impress you, I would have taken you in there weeks ago.” He starts to sit up, jostling the hammock dangerously. “Do you want to go now? I don’t have any lights in there since we get more than enough sunlight already, but—”
I laugh and tug him back down. “You can show me in the morning.”
He slumps back down without protest and goes back to stroking my hair.
I catch his lips in a soft kiss, almost like a sigh, both of us sinking into it as naturally as breathing.
His mouth is soft and warm, familiar. It’s like coming home after a long trip when all you want to do is exist in your space, to revel in it and soak it in until your soul feels balanced and peaceful again.
That’s how kissing Cooper has always felt, even the very first time.
He makes a happy noise around my tongue, deepening the kiss just a little without adding to the urgency, like he’s not in any rush and there’s nowhere in the world he’d rather be.
I let that feeling sink into my bones, making my body feel even heavier and more relaxed as his tongue drags against mine in a lazy rhythm.
My cock is hard, but that doesn’t feel particularly pressing just yet either.
I want all of Cooper’s bare skin against mine though, I want his moans to go from leisurely to desperate against my mouth, I want both of us shaking and gasping and coming together, but I’m not in any big hurry to get there.
We have all night. We have the rest of our lives.
I smile into the kiss and relax just a little more.
Everything is different now. Back then, I loved him and wanted to see a future with him, but part of me always knew there was no way things could last, that our lives were on different paths and no amount of wishing and wanting would change that.
And for the past few months we’ve both been holding back emotionally, both afraid to get hurt again or even admit that we ever were.
There are no walls up now though. I might still be unsure of what my future looks like, but I’m positive that Cooper will be part of it.
“I have a confession to make,” I murmur.
Our hands wander, slowly peeling off each other’s clothes, exposing skin bit by bit.
“What’s that?” he asks between slow, deep kisses.
“You’re my whole top five list. You’re the top ten list too. No one else has ever come close to rocking my world the way you do,” I admit.
He grins and drags his thumb back and forth along my bottom lip, looking deep into my eyes in a way that should be too much, too intimate, too close, but with Cooper it’s perfect.
“I was hoping,” he says, bumping his nose against mine and sliding his hand around to rest on the back of my neck. “What’s in your number one spot?”
I chuckle and cant my hips, grinding my cock against his thigh.
“That night you baked the edibles too strong and we got so stoned you managed to talk me into skinny dipping, and then we fucked in the mud. It was so primal and wild, and…” My heart flutters and a little bit of shyness creeps back in.
Does he remember what else happened that night? Probably not. It was so long ago.
“And I told you I loved you for the first time,” he finishes for me.
I guess he does remember.
I nod, and we fall into another kiss, our tongues tangling and our hands wandering. I’ll never get enough of him, and for the first time in my life, there’s a sense of peace and confidence inside me, knowing that he feels the same way. This is real.
I drag my mouth away from his to kiss his chin, dipping my head to run my tongue down the long column of his throat, feeling the rough stubble he hasn’t shaved in a day or two.
He moans, and the sound vibrates through his Adam’s apple and against my tongue.
I trace the planes of his abs with my fingertips, savoring the sun-kissed warmth of his bare skin.
He moans again when I reach his nipples, the sound deeper and needier this time.
I already untied his shorts and they’re sitting low on his hips, his thick cockhead peeking out over the top, drooling precum onto my bare belly as he grinds against me slowly. The hammock rocks and I chuckle, reversing direction and licking my way up towards his mouth again.
“Not to doubt your knot-tying skills or anything, but maybe we should take a lesson from the first time we broke the hammock.”
“Nah, we’ll be fine,” he murmurs, sliding his hand down the back of my shorts and under my briefs to cup my ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze that makes my cock jerk and a hungry, empty ache build inside me. “We just have to move nice and slow.”
There’s a tease in his voice that makes me groan and tightens around my balls at the same time.
“Tortuously slow?” I guess, flicking the tip of my tongue along the seam of his lips and feeling his smile slowly stretch across his mouth.
“If you think having me finger your hole for an hour before you come so hard you cry is torture, I hope you never end up as a prisoner of war.”
I snort a laugh that turns into a moan as he runs his fingertips right along my crease without actually dipping into it.
“You didn’t pack any lube in that picnic basket of yours, did you?” I squirm a little, trying to coax his fingers to slip a little deeper, to venture farther and find my rim with feather-light strokes.
“Check my pocket,” he says.
I chuckle and slide my hand into his pocket. I pull out a lighter, a baggie of candy that I’m assuming has weed in it, the watch… and finally a packet of lube stuffed all the way down at the bottom, slightly crumpled but intact.
“Got it,” I announce, shoving everything else back into the depths.
“I love it when Past Cooper actually pulls through.” He laughs and pulls his hand out of my shorts so he can hook his fingers into my waistband and push them down. The hammock swings dangerously as I wiggle my shorts and briefs down around my thighs, my stiff, aching cock springing free between us.
It drags against the soft, hot skin of Cooper’s inner thigh and I moan, pulling him back into another kiss.
I can’t get enough of his mouth on mine, his body against mine, skin to skin, chest to chest, our breathing in sync and our tongues sliding and tangling with each other.
I moan again, this one muffled by his tongue in my mouth, jerking my hips to get another intoxicating stroke of my cock against his thigh.
We test the stability of the hammock one more time as we tug and wiggle his shorts down too. A wet, sticky smear of his precum dribbles onto my skin before we shift just right and our cocks find their way against each other.
Every nerve in my body feels like it’s dialed up to eleven.
The soft caress of the warm breeze against my bare skin is like a lover’s touch.
The drag of Cooper’s fingertips makes goose bumps pebble all over my body and my nipples tighten and ache.
My cock drools and twitches against his, daring me to move, to grind, to writhe until the ropes holding the hammock up snap and we can fuck on the ground without having to worry about it.
Maybe there’s something a little exciting about being forced to restrain ourselves though, made to take things slowly, to feel every single caress and fluttering breath.
“Here, let me have that, then you roll the other way.” He takes the packet of lube I still have clutched in my hand.
I laugh and hold my breath, waiting for the groan and snap of the rope that is starting to feel inevitable as I awkwardly twist around to switch positions.
Miraculously, the hammock stays right where it belongs, and as soon as I’m facing the other way, the pull of gravity presses me right up against Cooper again.
The hard, thick column of his cock nudges into the crease of my ass this time, and his hot breath tickles my shoulder.
He nuzzles the back of my neck, placing a few kisses along my spine, then I hear the squelch of the lube, and I gasp at the sudden wet, cold sensation of his slippery fingers finding their way back between my ass cheeks.
LYRIC
Yuri gasps and I chuckle, dragging open-mouthed kisses along the slope where his neck and shoulder meet. The lube warms against his skin quickly and I tease my fingertips through his crease to find the sweet little pucker of his hole.
I draw soft circles around his rim, spreading the lube and feeling him soften and relax little by little.
He sighs and moans; such sweet fucking sounds that make my whole body ache to take care of him, to drive him out of his mind with pleasure, to find some way to make up for eight lost years.
No, not lost. I’ve never believed in regret and I’m not about to start now.
We both needed to grow up and figure ourselves out so we could be here, now, and know that we’re right for each other in all the ways that matter.
“Coop,” he whines and squirms, grinding his fluttering hole against my fingertips.
The hammock sways and I grin against the back of his shoulder. “Better stay nice and still, sweetness.”