ALEX
It’d been ten days since he’d stayed the weekend with Cooper. Ten days since the best fucking sex of his life. Ten days since he’d left it all on the table and told Cooper he was his now.
That also meant it’d been ten days since he’d seen Cooper, and he ached to touch him again. The idea of punching the cement wall in front of him was becoming more and more appealing. The pent-up aggression would be great for the game but terrible for his head.
“Bouch,” Jason hollered from across the locker room. “Where’s your head at?”
“Hmm?” Alex grunted in his teammate’s direction.
Jason furrowed his brows. “You’ve been away in dreamland all morning. Where’s your head at, man?”
“Yeah, you okay?” Michael asked.
Alex scrubbed a hand over his beard. If teammates were noticing his agitated state, then he didn’t have as good a handl e on the whole missing Cooper situation as he thought. “None of your concern.”
Michael crossed his arms. “As your captain, it is my concern. You good?”
“Yes. No. Fuck. I’ll get good. Give me a few minutes.” Alex rifled through his game day bag and grabbed his cell phone.
“A few minutes, Alex, that’s it. We’re out there against Montreal on their home turf in less than twenty. Do what you need to do to get right.”
Alex threw open the locker room door and stormed down the hallway. Where the fuck could he go to get some privacy? His teammates couldn’t know he was hooking up with a player on their rival team. What would they think?
Staff were milling around the halls, and fans were still entering the stadium. His gaze landed on a black door to the right of him. Must be a storage closet. He didn’t bother to wipe the smirk off his face.
Perfect.
He slammed the door behind him, flipped on the light, and pushed a laundry cart in front of the door. No lock, no problem.
Finding Cooper’s contact info, he hit the button for video chat. The ringing filled the tight space. Fuck, where was he? Pick up. In the ten days they’d officially been together, he’d never taken this long to pick up. Five rings? What the? —
“Alex? What’s going on? I thought you had a game, like, now?” Worry marred Cooper’s brow.
Alex tugged at the braid in his hair, twisting it around over and over. “Yeah. I got five minutes, baby.”
“Seriously, are you okay? What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that it’s been ten fucking days since I’ve touched you, and I’m losing my fucking shit over it. I can’t think about anything else,” he spit out.
Cooper’s gaze softened. “What do you need me to do?”
“Touch yourself. Let me see. Let me pretend it’s me.”
“Right now?”
“For the love of everything, yes. Right now, baby. I’m running out of time before the game.”
A belt buckle clinked, and he heard Cooper’s zipper go down. The phone fumbled, pointing at the ceiling of Cooper’s living room before finding a place on his coffee table.
“Take it out,” Alex commanded.
Cooper obliged, pulling his already-erect cock from his underwear.
“Stroke it, baby.” Alex was all but salivating, and they’d barely done anything. “Fast and rough.”
Spitting on his palm, Cooper grasped his dick and followed his instructions.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It’d be so much better if it was your hand.” He was reclined on his couch, cock centered in the camera on his phone.
“Pretend it is. Pretend it’s me. Say my name, baby.” Desperation filled his voice, impossible to mask.
“Alexander,” Cooper moaned.
“Fuck yes. I love it when you say my name like that. Moan my name. Make it sound like sex.”
“Yes, Alexander.” His voice grew thick. “I need more.”
The rasp of Cooper’s voice went straight to his own dick, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about that issue. “I know you do, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to strip me down and lick my body.”
It wasn’t often another man gave him the shivers, but holy shit. “Lick you where, Coop?”
“My thighs, the head of my cock, my nipples, my neck.”
“And then what?” Alex’s voice was barely a whisper.
“Finger my ass.”
Alex slammed his palm on the shelf next to him. “Yes, baby. I’ll touch you wherever you need.”
“Your hands feel amazing on my body,” he moaned.
“I know they do, Coop. I fucking love touching you.”
Cooper licked his lips. “I miss you, Alex. All I want is for you to fuck me right now. ”
“Baby, keep talking like that. ‘Cause I wanna fuck you so bad. Fuck your face. Fuck your ass. Take you every way I can.”
Cooper groaned, deep and needy. “I want that. And I want you.”
“You got me. I’m right here. Get off for me, Coop.” The continued stroking was intoxicating. Fast and slick and vulgar. The motion filled him in just the right way.
“Let me fuck you, Alex. Let me have you, too.” Cooper panted, his voice soft and breathy.
“Next time, baby. You can fight me for it,” he chuckled.
A sharp intake of breath came from Cooper’s mouth. “I’m close. So close.”
“Squeeze a bit tighter. I’m gonna finish you off. Let me hear you. And be loud for me.”
“I’m coming,” Cooper called out. “Oh fuck, Alex, I’m coming.”
Alex growled and grabbed his dick, unable to keep his hands off it another second. He couldn’t do anything about it, but damn, he needed to touch himself in some small way. The sight of Cooper coming all over his hand was exactly what he needed.
Sure, he didn’t directly cause his orgasm, but it was close enough to clear his mind. Nothing better than seeing Cooper’s pleasure all over his face—and hand—except being there in person for it.
“Thanks, baby. I needed that. You have no idea.”
“I’m the one who should say thanks, you big oaf. Your sexy eyes looking at me through the camera like that. Shit. I could get used to that.”
He groaned. “Hate to fuck and run, but I gotta go.”
“I know, Alex. Kick Bulldog ass.”
“You know I will. I’m so pent up, I think I could take down an elephant at this point. Talk soon.”
Cooper waggled his fingers, smiling at the camera, before hanging up.
He counted to sixty, giving his obvious hard-on time to calm down, before leaving the storage room and joining his team in the locker room for the pre-game pep talk.
The Bulldogs had no idea what was coming. He was going to obliterate anyone that got in his way today. Nothing made him play better than being turned on and not being able to do anything about it. He learned that last time he and Coop were in a storage closet together, back in Regina.
Now, it was his secret weapon.
“You right, Alex?” Michael called from the other side of the room, sliding on his scrum cap.
He nodded. “Better than ever. Let’s do this.”
COOPER
Alex was sitting in the stands. At his game. Across the country. They’d been together almost a month now, and it still came as a surprise every time Alex did something sweet, though it shouldn’t have. Not now that Cooper knew him better.
Twelve rows up, three seats in, Alex filled the compact seat like a sexy buffalo trying to fit into a soup can. He had his hat pulled low on his face and wore dark sunglasses, trying to conceal his identity. Laughter bubbled up in Cooper’s chest, and he shook his head with a smile. In no world did he ever expect Alex Bouchard to be a spectator at one of his games. Let alone a spectator silently cheering him on.
They’d talked about keeping their relationship quiet until the season was over. Cooper was fine with going public, but they both knew their teammates would be pissed that they were fraternizing with their rivals. It seemed silly to anyone on the outside, but hatred ran deep between the Renegades and Coyotes. Decades of animosity were almost a proud tradition between the teams now. Couldn’t ruin that with two of their players fucking each other whenever the chance allowed. No way. He rolled his eyes.
Refocusing on the field in front of him, Cooper took a deep breath. Ninety seconds left in the game against the Islanders. They were on the twenty-two metre line, about to scrum.
Daniel emerged with possession and passed it to Jensen. The winger took off toward the goal line, and Cooper launched into action, rushing the other team as a decoy runner while Jensen carried the ball into contact.
Sixty seconds left. He dodged the other team, providing support for the winger while he made an incredible run to the goal. Jensen had always been like lightning. Breakneck and no stopping him. He flew over the goal line, diving toward the ground to score the winning try.
Fellow Coyotes burst into cheers around him, and they rushed Jensen, clapping him on the back and congratulating each other. What a close fuckin’ game. The conversion was the cherry on top of the ice cream. Unnecessary, but nice to have.
They ended 28 to 26. Alex got to see Cooper’s team win. And not only that, Alex got to see him play his heart out without glaring from the other end of the field. As his fan, as his lover—not his enemy. He’d flown all the way to Prince Edward Island to support him.
Okay. Not only to support him. They’d also paid for a room at a quaint bed and breakfast on the water in Charlottetown for the next two days. He’d explained to Coach that h e was staying behind to take some personal time and would be back in time for training on Thursday. That’d earned him a weird look, but Coach didn’t push the subject. He rarely took time away.
Cooper waved to Alex in the stands, who blew him a kiss back. What a giant softy under that warrior exterior. Who would’ve thought?
He’d never wanted to celebrate with his team less than he did right now. All he wanted was to get back to the bed and breakfast and tackle his giant man. Show him who was boss. Fight him for it.
Debrief with the team. Take the quickest shower in the world. Meet Alex back at their place. Cooper practically ran to the locker room, mind reeling with all the things he was going to do to Alex.
He couldn’t wait to hear him scream his name.
Cooper threw his gear bag down by the front door, took off his shoes, and called out for Alex.
“Out here, Coop.” His voice came from beyond the patio doors, which were propped open, allowing a gentle breeze from the Atlantic to roll through the cozy B&B.
Alex leaned his forearms on the wooden railing and watched the waves roll over the red sand beach. Cooper took a moment to study him as he was—calm, quiet, skin bathed in fading sunlight. A picture he didn’t want to forget.
“Hey,” Cooper purred.
Turning to him, Alex said with his signature cocky glare, “You played a hell of a game. Was it because I was watching?”
“Nah, couldn’t be. I’m that good all the time. Even before you started following me around the country, believe it or not.” He stuck out his tongue.
He crooked his finger. “You better bring that tongue over here, baby. I’ve been waiting over an hour to get a taste of it.”
Cooper rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, Coach wanted to celebrate, so it took longer than expected to sneak away.” He sauntered over to Alex and ran his hands up his bare chest. “But I’m here now.”
His palms traced a path to Alex’s strong jaw, cupping it gently, and he kissed him as if they had all the time in the world. No rush. Only pure enjoyment. He slid his tongue over Alex’s bottom lip, then top, before plunging back inside his mouth, exploring every inch.
“You’re teasing me,” Alex groaned.
Cooper snaked one hand down to Alex’s shorts, rubbing the firm erection he found there. “Does this feel like teasing?”
Another groan. “ Yes, it fucking does . ”
He grinned and kept rubbing. “But it makes it so much better, right?”
“No,” he hissed between his teeth. “I want you now, Coop. I’m ready to take you now .”
Alex surged forward, pushing him back, biting and nipping at Cooper’s neck. He gave into him—just for a moment—allowing himself to be moved into the living area while accepting Alex’s rain of teeth and lips along his throat.
He grabbed Alex’s braid and gave it a sharp tug. He was met with a brief moan of approval, followed by a disapproving scowl.
“You think you’re in charge, baby?” Alex quipped.
Cooper held his ground. “I am tonight. Be a good boy and take off those shorts for me.”
He snorted. “Like hell. Take yours off and show me that muscled fucking ass. I’ve been daydreaming about fucking it again for days.”
Cooper ripped at Alex’s shorts and shoved his hand underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. The cock that greeted him was ready and at attention.
“As much as I love your touch, baby”—Alex whipped Cooper around and bent him over the back of the couch—“I love fucking you more.” He wrenched down Cooper’s shorts and underwear in one swift movement.
Cooper kicked the clothes off from around his feet and pushed out of his grip. He yanked his shirt off over his head and discarded it on the floor. Standing naked and on full display, he jutted his chin and taunted, “Come get it.”
The corner of Alex’s mouth ticked up as he discarded his remaining clothing too. “You asked for it.”
Alex and Cooper crashed together—a mess of tangled limbs and lips. When he said he would fight to fuck him, he meant it. Though Alex was larger than him, Cooper wasn’t small by any means. And he wasn’t above playing dirty.
Cooper pulled Alex’s hair and was met with a gratifying moan and the retaliation of teeth on his neck.
“No fair, baby. You know that’s my weakness.”
“I’m not interested in playing fair, Alexander.”
He wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist, hauling him off his feet, and they tumbled over the back of the couch together.
Luckily, Alex landed on his back, and Cooper dropped on top of him. Using his body weight, Cooper held him in position and grabbed his wrists. Cooper stretched them above Alex’s head and pinned them there. “Give in. You know you want to.”
Strong hips bucked into his own. “You gotta earn it, baby boy.”
“No, I fuckin’ don’t. I’ve got you right where I want you, and I’m gonna fuck you how I want to,” Cooper smirked .
Keeping Alex’s arms pinned with one hand, he used the other to grab the bottle of lube on the side table, leftover from their mischief last night.
Squirting a good amount over Alex’s hole, he spread it around. Touching his body made him tremble from head to toe. Goosebumps ran wild across his arms and legs. In all their weeks together, Cooper had always bottomed, but damn if he wasn’t going to take Alex and have his way with him tonight.
“Tell me how that feels,” Cooper crooned, circling Alex’s tight hole with two of his fingers.
“Baby, you know it feels good. But it’d be better if you did that with your dick,” Alex moaned.
Cooper sensed the fight leaving Alex’s body. Felt his tension release. His arms went slack in his grip. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, “What happened to earning it ?”
“Fuck that. And fuck me. Seriously, just fuck me, Coop. I’ll bottom for you. I need to feel you inside me.”
How could he argue with that? Not that he planned on arguing, either way.
Cooper sat up and tapped his own left shoulder. “Leg up, Alexander. I want to get so deep, you forget my fuckin’ name.”
Alex wasted no time and obeyed his request. “No chance I forget your name, baby. Never.”
Cooper prepped Alex’s tight hole with his fingers first. Then, grabbing his dick, Cooper circled it around Alex’s ent rance, teasing him for only a moment before pushing inside. They shared one long, guttural groan before Cooper started thrusting.
“You feel like fuckin’ everything.” Cooper breathed in, steadying himself. The way this was going, he could blow his load at any moment. But he didn’t want to slow down. He didn’t want to pace himself. He wanted more. “Jack yourself, Alex.”
Without missing a beat, Alex reached down and grabbed himself. Running his fingers up and down his length, he asked, “You like that, baby?”
Coop stared as the man underneath him stroked himself faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his own thrusts. The veins in Alex’s arms were visible and popping out from beneath his skin. Hottest fuckin’ thing he’d ever seen in his entire life—Alex jacking off while he fucked him.
He wanted to live in this moment forever. A mental video needed to be recorded for his spank bank. This would be the moment he always came back to whenever he was without his man.
“I love it so damn much, Alexander. So damn much. Now make yourself come ‘cause I’m about to lose it.”
Panting beneath him, Alex cocked one eyebrow with a smug expression on his beautiful face. “So quick, baby boy? ”
“Take it as a compliment. I’ve never been so ready to go in my life.”
“Watch me, Coop.” Alex’s voice was low and demanding. “Keep your eyes on me. I need to see your face when I come all over my chest.”
Oh, for the love of—he was going to burst in about two seconds with that kind of talk. Such a gorgeous face with such a filthy fuckin’ mouth. Maybe he’d fuck that later tonight, too.
“Come for me,” Cooper growled. “Come everywhere, Alexander. Make a mess for me.”
Cooper watched, gaze fixed on Alex’s hand, as he worked himself into a frenzy. Bucking into him, Coop brought himself as close to the edge as he could without tumbling over. He wanted to see the expression on Alex’s face first. See how the lines in his face changed when he orgasmed while getting fucked. Watch how his eyes drew closed and his breath hitched.
“I’m there. I’m there, baby. I’m?—”
Spurts of cum decorated Alex’s hand and stomach. Cooper studied his expression before letting himself go. Pinched eyebrows, open mouth, head thrown back.
Perfection.
Utter fuckin’ perfection.
He unloaded inside Alex’s ass, filling him with hot cum. Claiming him as his own. His Viking warrior. His god of war. His rival teammate. His, his, his .
Removing Alex’s leg from his shoulder, he fell into a heap on top of him, reveling in the warmth of his skin and the slick of his cum.
“Was that good for you, Coop?” Alex whispered into the top of his hair.
He let out a long sigh. “So damn good, Alex.”
“That’s what I want to hear, baby.”
“What about you?”
A deep chuckle rumbled through Alex’s chest. “You’re lying in the evidence of my enjoyment.”
A goofy grin overtook his face. He propped his head on his hands and looked at Alex in his dark brown eyes. “So, you’d let me do it again?”
“In a heartbeat.”