Chapter 3 #2
“You’re a runner. It’s in your DNA like a relic from your time running track in middle school before you started playing football.”
Nico rolled his eyes. At this point, it wouldn’t have surprised him if his three favorite dick-shaped friends were somehow buried in the deepest pages of this dossier. “I heard previous generations had this thing called privacy. What a time it must have been to be alive in those golden years.”
“You’re a public figure now. Privacy went out the window the second you stepped foot on that football field in college.”
“Those who paid attention in class would know the reason I was drafted is because I’m quick on my feet.
This team drafted me knowing I didn’t exactly fit with their scheme.
That’s on them.” Nico looked to Cooper for approval, but by the blank expression on his coach’s face, he’d be waiting a long time.
He swallowed a nervous gulp and continued anyway, “That’s not my fault. ”
“Sure kid, you have the potential to be the next great quarterback. The thing that separates you from them is being able to read the field.” Cooper pointed back to the TV.
“There is no excuse for not running out of bounds there. You’re a rookie.
You’re going to make mistakes. You’re going to learn from those mistakes, because the alternative is that you’re standing on the outside looking in, wondering how the fuck you blew the opportunity of a lifetime. ”
Back in the locker room, Cooper swiped through the tablet. “I’ve adjusted your training itinerary for the week. You have an appointment with the clinical staff at ten in the morning tomorrow. Depending on their report, we might need to make adjustments.”
Nico tore off his shoes and peeled off his socks to reveal pasty white feet contrasted against the rest of his tanned body. “Anything else on my schedule for tomorrow?”
“Go home, get some rest, and watch the game. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from your backup quarterback.”
“Will you be watching the game?”
“Always do,” Cooper lied.
“Watching it with anyone?”
Cooper’s gaze shifted to Nico who was now standing shirtless with his hands on his hips. “Don’t have plans.”
“Maybe I could swing by your house. Drink a few beers.” Nico shrugged, a casual suggestion. He leaned forward, placing one foot on the bench. “You can point out all the mistakes I would be making if I were there playing.”
“Stassi will be home.”
“Why would your girlfriend being home change anything?”
“Ever since her brother passed, she can’t stomach watching football.”
Nico relented with a sigh and turned.
Cooper exhaled silently.
And then the rookie turned back to him with a smile and a proposition, “You could come over to my place.”
Just fucking say no, Cooper thought and gripped the tablet tighter in his hand. No is a one syllable word. Easy. Do it. “Yeah….”
That’s not…
“I can be there around four,” Cooper said.
Nico jabbed Cooper in the upper shoulder with a closed fist. “See you then.”
“Can’t wait,” Cooper grinded out, regret taking hold.
Nico turned in a quick circle and strutted towards the communal shower. He grabbed both sides of his white shorts and pushed them—and his underwear—down his legs in one fell swoop, exposing a tight, rounded, pale ass with a black rabbit foot tattoo on the right glute.
“Is that your good luck charm?” Cooper questioned, curiosity getting the better of him.
Nico’s chuckle echoed from within the walls of the shower. “Not for me. For anyone who sees it.”
Cooper wasted no time packing his shit into his duffel, slung it over his shoulder, and was more than ready to run when he turned back around to see Nico exiting the shower, dick swinging between his legs.
The rookie inched closer to Cooper, and then closer still.
Cooper’s gaze shifted lower, noticing that Nico’s cock seemed to grow with every step he took towards him. Just as quick as he looked, he looked away. Looked at the wall. Looked at the lights. Looked anywhere but at Nico’s sizable cock. But he was pretty sure the damage had been done.
Pretty sure the rookie saw him looking.
Pretty fucking sure the rookie wanted him to look.
Pretty fucking sure he himself liked what he saw.
Cooper remained frozen in place.
Nico reached over Cooper’s shoulder and retrieved a towel from the rack behind him. “I forgot my towel.”
Nico’s breath, surprisingly minty, brushed over Cooper’s lips.
Cooper stood there for a moment longer, waited for the rookie to retreat and turn around. It was only then he noticed a sideways bend in his sweats, his cock pointing towards the door he should have been running out of.
The sound of the water turning on in the shower was Cooper’s cue to run. He rushed for the exit, but stopped himself just short, and took a gander at the younger man showering. Soap and suds washed down the rookie’s back, painting his ass in a lathered foam.
Nico swayed his head under the water and turned in a full circle, wet blonde hair slicked back and his soft cock longer than it was before. Thicker. A steady stream of water cascaded from the head that hung lower than his balls.
Nico opened his eyes and smiled. “Have a good night, coach.”
Cooper bolted without another word and by the time he got into his Uber, he was winded. He never finished a day with less than five miles of cardio, so it wasn’t the physical exertion that winded him. It was something else.
Whatever the fuck that was in there, it couldn’t happen again. Cooper fucking Callahan had a steel resolve and it wasn’t going to be cracked by some cocky rookie.
He read the situation wrong. Had to. There was no world in which an up-and-coming professional player would be so forward.
And then he remembered the first day he had met Luke, when the two of them bonded in the shower and then less than an hour later were bonding in Cooper’s freshman dorm room.
That was college, though, and this was the big leagues. There was too much on the line.
He tapped out a quick message on his phone.
Cooper
Late night workout?
Ryan
I don’t like being threatened with NDAs.
Cooper
I’ll make it up to you.
Ryan
Find another trainer.
Cooper
Please…
MESSGE NOT DELIVERED
Cooper tossed the phone onto the seat beside him and stared out the window at the training facility as the driver began to pull away.
His cock twitched in his sweats, begging him to say it out loud, to ask the Uber driver to stop the car.
Begged to let him go back inside and finish what had been started.