ALEX
Last match against the Calgary Coyotes was the best he’d ever fucking played in his life. All the pent-up testosterone elevated his game like he couldn’t believe. Apparently, all he had to do was blow Cooper Cameron before each match, and he’d be unstoppable. He could only imagine how he’d play if they took things further.
Actually, that's all he’d been doing. Imagining them togethe r. Pretty much no other thought had crossed his mind beyond that and the essentials in the last few weeks. What was he going to eat today? When does practice start? Does he need to get gas? How would his dick feel in Cooper’s ass? How much edging would it take to make Cooper a blubbering, begging mess?
You know. The usual.
Something about the fucking idiot goofball had wormed its way into his brain and wouldn’t leave him alone. He’d never admit it out loud, but Cooper was a decent player. Alright, more than decent. He was fucking phenomenal. Perhaps that’s what stirred him up so terribly. Alex was used to being the best, the fastest, the strongest. He worked his fucking ass off to be. Then Cooper comes strolling along in his red and white jersey, pantsing his teammates, hanging off their shoulders, taking nothing seriously, and sticking out his beautiful fucking tongue like a golden fucking retriever.
He wanted to taste that tongue. Needed to. Cooper was like a drug. One moment of weakness in the locker room, and he was hooked. Who could’ve resisted? Water droplets still clinging to his body. Blond curls dampened from the shower. Cheeks rounded from his cocky grin. White towel slung low on his hips. Cooper’s cock was his in that moment, and he’d made it happen. And again in the storage closet.
They’d played each other twice now and weren’t scheduled fo r a re-match anytime soon. If he wanted to see Cooper, he’d have to make a point of it. No accidental run-ins happened when you lived eight hours apart. But after their practice match, Cooper had snuck into the Renegades locker room and stolen his equipment bag. Not just his street clothes, not just his backup jersey—everything but his wallet. How fucking kind. Every single thing was gone, and Alex ended up bumming a ride home from Michael in his dirty uniform, using the spare key hidden under his mat to let himself in the door. Because Cooper had taken his keys, too. Thank fuck Alex had backups of everything.
He needed to teach Cooper a lesson. Show up on his doorstep in Calgary and take back what was his. And maybe take something else… He knew he wouldn’t be turned away. For as much as Cooper put up a fight, Alex knew he wanted him just as bad.
They had the long weekend off. That was in nine days. He’d drive to Calgary on Friday, then be back in Regina for Monday morning. He needed to get his things. Had to. Friday night, he could stop at Cooper’s, rough him up a bit, and take back his stuff. Spend the rest of the weekend checking out the Saddledome or…shit. What did they have there? The Calgary Tower? That one infuriating blue ring they considered art?
Alex didn’t even know where Cooper lived. How was he supposed to storm up to his door when he didn’t know where Cooper lived ?
Someone had to know. He’d text Brendan—he had a brother on the Coyotes. No doubt he’d be able to get some information that way. And if anyone asked, Alex would just say he had a bone to pick with Cooper.
In person.
As soon as humanly possible.
COOPER
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Cooper yelled toward the front door. “Sheesh.” What kind of heathen pounded on someone’s door at eleven thirty at night?
He let out a heavy sigh as he threw open the door.
Oh.
That kind of heathen.
Alex stood at the threshold of his foyer, looking like a crazed silverback gorilla escaped from the zoo. Cooper’s eyebrows shot up. “Uh…what are you doing here, bud? You know it’s almost midnight, yeah?”
Alex cocked an eyebrow and asked, “What do you think I’m doing here, Coop?”
“Honestly?” Cooper hesitated. There wasn’t a good explanation as to why the loose forward for the Renegades was standing in front of him at that very moment. “I don’t have a clue, Bouchard. ”
“You took my fucking things. Where’s my equipment bag? Where’s my fucking house key?”
Cooper schooled his features, knowing full well Alex’s bag was sitting in his garage. “Who said I have any of your stuff?”
“I know you took it. Jason saw you skulking around our locker room right after the practice match.” He pointed directly in Cooper’s face.
Pushing Alex’s invasive finger out of his line of sight, Cooper said, “Even if I took it, which I didn’t, who would drive all the way here from Regina on their weekend off just to get it back? That’s a bit much.”
“Taking all my shit is a bit much, Fifteen. I need it to play,” Alex grumbled.
Cooper wrinkled his nose. “Again, it’s the long weekend. No teams are playing. You don’t need your stuff right this instant…”
Alex huffed. “So you have it. Give it back, and I can be on my way.”
Shaking his head, Cooper said, “There’s no way you drove all the way here and had the audacity to basically kick down my door just to get your shit.”
For a moment—just one moment—Alex’s stern expression faltered before he replied, “That’s exactly why I’m here.”
This was a cover. He’d bet his left nut. Cooper couldn’t keep his eyes from bulging at the realization. “You came all the way to Calgary to see me, didn’t you?”
“Fuck it.” Alex pushed past him and entered Cooper’s townhouse. “You got a roommate? Roommates?” he asked, scanning the living area and peeking down the hallway.
“One. He’s in Peace River for the long weekend visiting his family.”
Tipping his head to the ceiling, Alex closed his eyes for a second and mouthed something Cooper couldn’t quite make out.
“Didn’t quite catch that. Care to enlighten me? Seeing as you’re in my house in the middle of the night. Without warning, might I add.”
Alex stared him down. “Just thanking all the gods that I’ve got you alone tonight.”
The crazed look in Alex’s eye made sense now. It wasn’t anger or annoyance. It was desperation. Desire. Hunger. Alex was here for him. And as much as it was weird having the number eight from the Regina Renegades standing in the middle of his living room, he couldn’t deny the thrill it sent through his bones.
“And why would you need me alone?” he teased, knowing perfectly well what was on Alex’s mind.
Alex closed the distance between them. He ran his hands along Cooper’s chest and down his sides. “Because you’re all I can think about.”
“Who? Me?” He batted his eyelashes with feigned ignorance. “The guy you taunt and snarl at on a regular basis?”
Roaming hands moved to Cooper’s sweatpants. Alex snuck a hand down the front and groped Cooper’s cock. “Yeah. Turns out there’s a fine line between loathing you and wanting to fuck you.”
Cooper’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Alex rubbed him over his boxer briefs. Heavy breaths cascaded across his neck as Alex kissed a path from ear to collarbone.
“You promised you would beg me, remember?” Alex asked, licking up the column of Cooper’s throat.
“Oh, I remember, big boy. No need to remind me.”
Removing his hand from inside Cooper’s shorts, he took a step back. “Good. Bedroom. Now.”
Cooper smiled and rolled his eyes. “You sound like a caveman, Bouchard.”
Goosebumps spread across his arms at seeing such a big, burly man ache for him. Who was he kidding? He was just as desperate, but he never passed up the chance to tease. Especially Alex.
“Now,” Alex repeated, a sense of urgency colouring his tone.
Cooper stepped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the hall to his bedroom. As soon as they were inside, Alex slammed the door closed and charged him.
Pushing Cooper onto the bed, Alex’s hands ripped at his cloth es, tugging anything and everything he could get a hold of.
“I thought I was supposed to be begging?” Even with the hottest man on earth descending on him, Cooper couldn’t help his smart mouth.
“You will be, baby. I just want you naked while you plead beneath me.”
Shivers.
Everywhere.
He helped Alex strip him out of his clothes, throwing them every which way. When Cooper was naked, Alex took a moment to study him. His eyes raked over every inch of his body. Every well-defined muscle. Every scrape. Every bruise.
Ever so slowly, Alex shrugged out of his jeans and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Standing in nothing but his socks and boxer briefs, his presence filled the entire room. Shoulders back, chest out, gaze intent on his own. Cooper felt his mouth water. Off came the rest of his clothing. Alex’s chest hair was thick and cascaded down his body, covering his toned torso, leading right to his well-groomed, rock-hard dick. Cooper’s hand found his own cock. He couldn’t keep it away. Not with Alex looking like that.
Alex’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think so. You don’t get to touch yourself. Only I get to do that.”
Cooper nodded, removing his hand .
“Lube?” Alex asked, not waiting for him to answer. He rifled around on the top of Cooper’s nightstand.
“Second drawer.”
He wrenched the drawer open, pulled out the lube, and wasted no time covering his hand. Alex closed the lid and tossed it on the end of the bed. Cooper must’ve looked confused because Alex chimed in with, “We’ll be needing more of that. No sense in putting it back.”
Climbing on top of him and straddling his thighs, Alex wrapped his slick hand around Cooper’s cock and began to stroke. Up and down. Tight and slow.
Cooper moaned. “Oh my god, Alex. When you touch me, it’s all I fuckin’ need in the world.”
“You like that, baby?” Alex’s voice was smug. Satisfied.
Cooper thrust into his hand, needy and wanting for more. “You know I do.”
Alex leaned over him, continuing to stroke, and ran his nose up the side of his neck. In Cooper’s ear, he whispered, “Well, you’re not getting more until you beg me for it like you fucking promised.” Alex let go and moved his hand to his own firm cock, rubbing it with the sticky remains of the lube.
Cooper laid pinned underneath him, captivated by the look of lust on the Viking’s face. Alex wanted him to beg? He’d beg. Hell, he’d write and file a fucking petition so they could fuck. He knew Alex thought he had the power— and in a way, he did—but Cooper loved to meet a demand. Making someone feel so desired, you couldn’t help but plead to give them pleasure was such a fuckin’ turn on. He’d do whatever Alex asked of him.
And he’d thank him for it, too.
Cooper writhed underneath Alex’s beautiful body. “Please touch me. Please feel me. I need more, Alex.” And he did. The sight of Alex stroking himself off while pinning him down was like a drug. Each pull of Alex’s hand sent a wave of desire through his body. The blood in Cooper’s veins was calling out to him, imploring him to make a move. Do something—anything—to feel his touch again.
“Not good enough, baby,” Alex grunted in between strokes, not bothering to slow his pace. “That sounded more like a request. I want you full on fucking sobbing for me, or I’ll finish myself off without another thought.”
Alex leaned over and used one hand to brace himself beside Cooper’s head. The change in position angled Alex’s hips against his own, and on every stroke, his hand grazed Cooper’s cock just enough to make his heart drop into his stomach.
Nothing he could do could stop the groan from leaving his lips. The sensation was a whisper on his skin, but by God, it was enough to rile him up.
“Alex,” he moaned, running his palms up his rival’s thick thighs to grab his ass. “If you don’t make some sort of fuck in’ move on me, I’m gonna implode. You can’t just make me watch. Let me please you. Let me suck you. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Damn right you will, Coop,” Alex growled. “You want me?”
He dug his nails into the sculpted ass in his hands. “More than anything,” he rasped.
Alex licked his lips. “Enough to let me do whatever I want to you?”
Alex’s hand pumping his own dick, with his hot, naked body against his own while being able to freely beg…all of it was too much. Too fantastic. The only thing that would make it better would be Alex’s cock in his ass.
Hands flying into his own hair, Cooper pulled at his strands. “You can have me however you want. Just fuckin’ put your hands on me, already. Please, Alex. Please. I can’t wait any more.”
“That’s more like it. I love how you sound when you beg me.” Alex straightened, grabbing the lube from the end of the bed, and poured it onto his hand. “One more time, baby.”
“Please.” The whimper left Cooper without hesitation.
“That’s my good”—Alex grabbed both their cocks, gripping them together in one hand—“fucking”—he stroked them in unison—“boy.”
“Yes,” Cooper hissed out. “Oh, for the love of everything, yes.” He bucked his hips, urging Alex on. Craving more. Craving all of him.
Alex’s sliding hand rubbing their cocks together was everything he hoped it would be. The pressure was just right. The squeeze against Alex’s thick dick was sensational. An overwhelming urge to make a wise-crack about the size of Alex’s large hand corresponding with the size of his dick came to mind but vanished when the warm wrap of a wet mouth met his cock.
If Cooper thought Alex was talented at rugby, his blow job game was on another level. This was his true talent. Sucking dick. His cheeks were hollowed out, sucking with the perfect amount of force, taking him all the way to the back of his throat. Holy flying fuck it was good.
His fingers found purchase in Alex’s hair and gripped tight. Not to lead him or take control, but to be connected with him in one more way.
“Fuckin’ hell, Bouchard, I?—”
“Don’t”—he growled, popping off Cooper’s dick—“call me Bouchard when we’re in the fucking bedroom, Coop. That’s what you call me on the field.”
His mouth dropped open. Lifting his head to look at Alex, he said, “I didn’t even think…I didn’t mean…Sorry.” He was so used to chirping at him during games, it just flew out of his mouth .
Alex rolled his eyes. “Don’t apologize. Just roll over.”
“What? Why?” he said, pushing up onto his elbows.
“So I can fuck the idea of ever calling me that again right out of your brain.”
A spark lit up inside his chest. But it was too dangerous to fully acknowledge. Instead, he obeyed and rolled over, leaving the warmth spreading through his insides to be addressed at another time.
“Damn, you got a nice ass, baby,” Alex crooned. “And I can’t wait any longer to take it.”
The squirt of lube was obscene in the quiet bedroom amidst their panting. Cold and slippery on his skin, Alex worked it in circles around his hole before slipping one finger inside him.
“I’m gonna need more fingers than that,” Cooper said, pushing back against him.
“Prep is important. You know that,” Alex scolded.
“Fuck that.” Alex had come all the way to Calgary without telling him, burst into his house, and basically demanded sex. Cooper was done waiting. “Put your dick in me now, Alex. I need you.”
Alex slapped his ass and Cooper let out a yelp. “Not happening until you’re ready, baby.”
He slipped another finger inside, stretching Cooper, taking his time. When he added a third, Cooper groan ed and buried his head in the sheets beneath him.
“Are you going to beg me to fuck you?” Alex taunted.
Cooper shook his head against the soft cotton. “I don’t need to anymore. I know you want this just as much as I do.”
Finally, when he was ready, Alex pushed into Cooper. He started with shallow thrusts, allowing Cooper’s ass to accommodate Alex’s considerable thickness.
“I’m ready,” Cooper groaned.
Alex drove into him.
Again.
And again.
And again.
“I hate when you’re right, but fuck, you are right. I do want this.”
Cooper fisted the sheets, hanging on for dear life. The power behind Alex was something he’d never experienced with a partner before. The sound of his thighs slapping against him with each thrust, the feel of his hands gripped tight to his hips, the grunts coming from deep in his chest. This man was a force, and he wanted to reckon with him.
“Get up here,” Alex commanded, grasping at Cooper’s shoulders.
He pulled him flush against his body, never missing a be at, always pumping inside of him. One palm pressed into his chest while the other found his cock and began to stroke at a furious pace.
“You’re gonna come with me, baby. It’s gonna feel so fucking right,” Alex whispered against his cheek. “So right.”
All Cooper wanted to do was turn his face and kiss Alex on his beautiful, filthy-talking mouth. In all their encounters, not once had they kissed. He ached to know what he tasted like. How their tongues would dance together. Whether it would be slow and gentle or fast and explosive.
But he couldn’t bring himself to take that leap. Alex was the one who had travelled 800 kilometers to fuck him, and not once had he tried to kiss him. It was all just sex and sweat.
Cooper focused on the firm hand enveloping his dick and the rush of Alex fucking him in his room, on his bed. How he’d barged through his front door, stripped him naked, and pinned him to his bed. How he’d made him beg before touching him. The pressure was building inside, spreading through him, and he knew he was going to come.
“Finish for me, baby. Finish all over my hand.” Alex licked up the side of his neck, and Cooper was a goner.
He came fast and fierce, spurting all over the sheets, unable to keep his body from bucking like a wild horse. He decorated Alex’s palm as he continued to rub him t hrough it, not stopping for a second. The sensitivity was otherworldly as he came down from his orgasm, and he squirmed against Alex’s muscular body.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, Coop,” Alex groaned, stuttering against him, meeting his own release.
Alexander Bouchard just finished inside his ass. One of the toughest, broadest, Vikingest-looking motherfuckers he’d ever seen. Here he was, in his bedroom, naked with him —Cooper Cameron. And it was fuckin’ fantastic.
He collapsed to the side, falling on the mussed duvet. “That was incredible, Alex. The last thing I expected tonight was to have you show up at my door. Let alone telling me you wanted to have sex. Don’t get me started on?—”
“Shut the fuck up, baby.”
And then Alex was on him. Mouth on his, tongue slipping between Cooper’s lips. Every rambling thought about to pour from his mouth ceased. Alex’s tongue glided against his own, tangling and teasing. His hand cupped Cooper’s face, holding him tight, tilting his jaw just right to deepen the kiss.
The weight of Alex’s body settled on top of him. Every muscle, every inch of his hot skin pressed against him while his mouth devoured his own. Cooper wrapped his arms around him and held him close, meeti ng Alex’s fervor with his own. Unable to stop himself, he bit down on Alex’s full bottom lip.
Alex moaned and broke the kiss, moving to his jaw and down his throat. The movement of his lips was softer than Cooper expected. More sensual. Almost…reverent?
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve been wanting you to do that,” he admitted, basking in the feel of their bodies wrapped around each other.
“And I can’t believe it took me that long to do it,” Alex laughed, kissing him one last time before rolling over to lie beside him.
Cooper didn’t think he’d ever heard Alex genuinely laugh. What a beautiful sound. Hearty and rolling. It made his heart skip a beat.
He turned on his side and asked, “So when you said there was a fine line between loathing me and wanting to fuck me, you really meant…?”
“That I wanted to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so damn long, Coop.” Alex rolled to his side as well and looked into his eyes. “There was no fucking line.”
Cooper wrinkled his forehead in mock confusion. “So you don’t hate me because I’m such a better player than you? Or because I’m faster and stronger and more handsome?”
That earned Cooper a loud snort, followed by a sharp smack to his ass. Alex let his arm linger around Cooper’s h ips, holding him close. No word of a lie, he liked this playful version of him.
“First, you’re not a better player than me. No one is. Second, I don’t hate you. Never have.”
Okay. No way that was true. “I call bullshit.”
Alex moved his hand to rest over his heart. “Hand to God, Coop. I just didn’t know how to handle all this fucking sexual tension toward you.”
Cooper rolled his eyes so aggressively they almost got stuck halfway around. “Why not be like a normal person and, I don’t know…ask me out?”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” he said, tucking a curl behind Cooper’s ear, “I’m not the greatest at being vulnerable.”
God. He was being crazy cute. “You’re doing a pretty good job right now.”
Alex sat up and grabbed his jeans from the floor. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” Standing, he tugged on the pants and searched for his shirt.
What the hell? He bolted upright. “You’re leaving? Come on, Bouchard?—”
“What did I say about calling me that?” He fixed Cooper with a dangerous stare.
If looks could cause a person to combust, this was one of them. Still, Cooper held his ground. “If you’re gonna fuck and duck, I’ll call you whatever I want.”
“Listen, baby boy,” Alex growled, stalking over to the bed and grabbing Cooper’s face between his massive hand s. “I’m not fucking and ducking . I’m getting dressed so I can go to my car and grab my weekend bag.”
“Yoh wehknd bahg?” Cooper asked between squished cheeks.
Alex released him. “Yes, you dork. Did you think I drove eight hours to have my way with you and then go home?”
“Uh…yes?” he grimaced.
Shaking his head, Alex let out another heartfelt laugh. “You’re mine now, Coop. I’m not going anywhere until I have to. Why don’t you go make some popcorn and throw on a movie we can watch tonight?”
Cooper’s mouth hung open like a fish. The last thing he expected to come out of Alex’s handsome mouth was that he wanted to cuddle up on the couch. “But it’s almost one in the morning.”
Alex raked his gaze over Cooper’s naked body. “Well then, we can just fuck again and go to sleep. Get ready, baby. I’ll be right back.” He turned and sauntered out Cooper’s bedroom door, slapping the top of the frame on the way out.
What kind of dream was he living in? Not that he was complaining. Moving from locker room confrontations to full-on staying the weekend with each other was an enormous step, but he’d be an idiot to pass it up. Because for as long as he’d had a rivalry with Alex, he’d harboured feelings for him, too .
And now he was outside his place, grabbing his weekend bag from the car. Cooper pumped his fist and let out a silent squeal. He was so down for this.
So down.