Chapter 6 #2
“I’m having you tested for crack-cocaine when we land.”
“Don’t you get it?” Nico reached out and pulled Cooper by the waist, pulled him closer to him and further away from the door. “I take bets very seriously.”
Cooper looked away to the side and swallowed a rough gulp. Then his eyes were fixated right back on Nico. “I have spent twenty-seven years on this earth keeping a secret that I’m not going to risk you carelessly outing to the world.”
Nico nodded, a sense of understanding flowing through him.
He was careless. He knew that, but he made a silent promise to himself to work on that in the future.
But for now? It was time to play.
He pushed against the other man, pushed him gently against the door. Their noses brushed as he reached over Cooper’s shoulder and bolted the door. He nuzzled his mouth against Cooper’s ear and whispered, “Did I do good today, Coach?”
“You did okay.” Callahan ducked back and brushed a hand on Nico’s cheek, a soft touch that surprised Nico. And then he withdrew, like he always did. “Do you want to chitchat or do you want me—?”
“To do that thing I’ve been wanting you to do?” Nico hopped backwards, taking a seat on the edge of the sink. It was a short sink and his feet stretched out to the door. “Yeah, that part. Get to work.”
Cooper closed the distance between them with a shake of his head. He cupped Nico's chin with one hand and held him still. “You are not in control here. Don’t ever think you’re in control.”
Nico rolled his eyes flippantly.
Cooper dropped his head and scratched at the top of his hood.
Nico swore he could hear the man chuckling under his breath, but from his vantage point, he couldn’t be sure.
Callahan nuzzled his head against the side of Nico’s and then immediately got to work, blowing hot air against the side of his throat. Nico leaned into the other man as he began to plant short—too short—kisses down the length of his neck, dragged his tongue over Nico’s collarbone.
Nico’s coach stood between his legs, holding a hand on each of his thighs as he trailed down his bare stomach. The closer Cooper got to the waistband of Nico’s sweats, the faster, the hungrier the kisses.
Cooper reached into each side of Nico’s sweatpants and tore them down his legs, exposing Nico’s rock-hard cock, already leaking with precum.
Cooper raised his gaze to meet Nico’s, and Nico swore he’d never seen something so beautiful in his life.
Cooper could pretend all he wanted, but Nico knew the truth.
He could see it in the other man’s eyes.
Cooper wanted this as much as he did.
“You did good today,” Cooper finally relented.
Nico grinned from ear-to-ear, but the pleasure of the compliment was short lived when the pleasure of Cooper’s mouth over the head of his cock took hold.
Nico let out a silent cry as Cooper swallowed to the base.
Put it in the fucking Sistine Chapel, Nico thought. Put that fucking mouth in the goddamn Louvre.
When Nico’s cock was properly slicked with spit, Cooper added a hand into the mix. Stroked Nico’s hardness in tandem with his mouth.
Whenever Nico would find the strength to open his eyes, whenever he’d look down, he’d see a hooded man sucking the living hell out of his cock. It was like he was watching a goddamn vigilante devour him and something about that brought him to the brink of exploding.
“Fuck,” Nico moaned as silently as he could, but he could not promise it was quiet enough. He gritted his teeth and fought to steady his breathing, but it was no use. His fingers danced underneath Cooper’s hood and tangled in his hair, pulling the locks into circled curls. “Oh my… god.”
He pushed at the back of Cooper’s head with both hands, pushed him all the way down until he could feel the other man’s bottom lip press against his balls.
He emptied himself in Cooper’s mouth, and Cooper swallowed every drop.
And then kept sucking, sending Nico’s entire body into a spasm from an overload of pleasure.
“Stooooop,” Nico groaned, and Cooper happily obliged.
Cooper tore his hood off his head and looked up to Nico with a cocky grin, knowing he had won this particular game. He wiped his wet, messy lips with the back of his palm.
As the aftershocks of orgasm subsided, Nico caught his breath and his senses. He reached over Cooper’s shoulder and knocked gently on the door.
So maybe he didn’t quite find his sense.
Cooper shuffled to his feet and clasped his hand over Nico’s mouth. He cocked his head over his shoulder and Nico swore he could see the coach’s heart about to burst out of his breathless chest.
Nico chuckled under his breath and Cooper’s eyes immediately settled on him.
“I’m sorry.” Nico straightened himself out. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’re on thin ice.” Cooper pointed at him. “Five minutes after I leave this bathroom, go back to your seat and pray nobody notices. In the meantime, please clean yourself up.”
It was back to business as usual, which was to be expected, and Nico expected it was better that way. Whatever this was, it was fun in short bursts but would be too strenuous to keep up.
Cooper snuck out of the bathroom as quietly as he came in.
Nico reached for the lock and bolted it shut before sitting his bare ass on the sink. He looked down at the remnants of jizz pooling at the slit of his cock, thumbed over it, and sucked his thumb clean.
That’s when the shameless Nico Fallon felt the slightest tinge of shame.
Cooper would forever remember him as the guy who came in less than thirty seconds.
But to be fair, that fucker had edged him the night before.
That was on Cooper.
Not Nico.
For sure, for sure.