Chapter 7 #3
“He was the better player, but I got drafted into the big leagues and he’s in a coma, so I guess that means I won.”
Nico fought to contain an uncomfortable laugh, but couldn’t muster the strength. He’d learned to deal with trauma with humor, and most people in the world wouldn’t understand that. Natlie would though, and she did.
She laughed quietly with him. “You know he loved you.”
“Had a wonderful way of showing it.”
Like the time Elon tied Nico to a tree and threw rocks at him. What a sign of brotherly love.
Natalie poked him in the chest, somewhere around where his heart beat beneath the surface. “You’re not the most expressive person yourself.
“I was taught well by the two men in my life.”
Natalie rolled her eyes. “And what did I teach you?”
Nico grinned. “To always wrap it up.”
She tried to hide a giggle behind a scoff, but she was how-many shots too deep and couldn’t contain it. For his part, their father had always left the safe sex part of the conversation out of any talks about the birds and the bees. Sex was something to be ashamed of and abstinence was the gospel.
“You’re welcome for that lesson, but no, I was referring to the idea that the faults of others do not define you. You are not our father. You are not Elon. You are you, Nico. And for what it’s worth, I think you’ve turned into an amazing man.”
“Yeah…” He nodded. “Does an amazing man live someone else’s dream?”
She looked him straight in the eyes. “It’s not too late to live your own dreams.”
Nico disagreed. “We’re way beyond that point by now.”
Cooper was minding his own business—which he was known to do—when Nico pulled up next to him at the sink. He settled on pretending to not notice the other man there washing his hands beside him, but that obviously wasn’t going to work.
Because Nico Fallon was incorrigible.
“Some guy kissed me,” Nico said, the words slipping from his tongue so matter-of-a-factly that it forced a groan out of Cooper.
Cooper ripped a few towels from the machine, dried his hands, and smacked Nico in the back of the head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Nico angled himself backward against the counter. “If you’re this jealous already, this really isn’t going to work out.”
“I don’t think that word means what you think it means and there is nothing to work out. I’m your coach. You’re a bratty quarterback that I have unfortunately been tasked with unbrattifying.”
Nico narrowed his eyes. “So you don’t care that some dude kissed me?”
“Why the fuck would I care?” Cooper seethed, and yeah it kind of seemed like he cared. Just a little bit.
“Would you care if I told you he kissed my neck…” Nico inched closer. “If he sucked my dick. If he fucked me.”
“God gave you the ability to shut the fuck up, but it’s like the wiring isn’t there.”
A told-you-so smirk hitched across the boy’s lips. “Kind of seems like you care.”
“I don’t.” Cooper tossed the damp napkins into the trash and left NIco alone at the sink. He headed for the door and grabbed the metal handle. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”
“Is that another threat?”
“What?” Cooper turned around, his hand glued to the handle and ready to run.
Nico jumped onto the sink, sitting with his fancy clothes on what had to be a wet counter. He spread his legs wide and leaned back, bracing the weight of his strong body on his forearms. “Tell me to suck your dick.”
Cooper scratched at the top of his head with his free hand. “What are you doing?”
“Give the command and I’ll do it.”
Cooper shifted, letting go of the handle but pushing the entire weight of his body against the door. The only way he could ensure nobody would barge in unannounced. “If you’re so eager, why don’t you get over here and just do it?”
Nico hesitated in responding with words. Instead his eyes eye-fucked the fuck out of Cooper. Sizing him up and down. Waiting. Teasing. He shrugged. “I like being told what to do.”
“You’re incorrigible, so that’s another lie in a long list of them.”
“Try me.”
“Stop talking,” Cooper said tersely.
Nico motioned a zipper over his lips. “See? Just as I’m told.”
“You’re still talking.”
Nico pursed his lips, stared straight into Cooper’s eyes. Finally, doing as he was told.
Cooper’s heart raced, blood rushing through his entire body. His fingers trembled. His voice too, “On your knees.”
Nico wasted no time jumping from the bathroom sink. He glided to his knees slowly and bounced in place, waiting for his next directive.
Cooper hooked one finger, gesturing for Nico to approach.
And holy fucking shit, he listened. Again. It’s like something had changed in his brain chemistry over the course of the last three weeks.
Nico crawled on the floor, his clean hands trailing over the dirty marble.
Cooper’s cock twitched in his trousers as the rookie approached, and then twitched again until it was impossible for him to hide it.
Nico met him against the door and tilted his head up, his eyes darting straight to Cooper’s erection. Nico made a show of opening his mouth wide and nuzzling against the fabric-restrained cock. Mouthed over the length of it, but there was no way they could do this.
Not here.
Cooper hooked a hand under Nico’s chin and guided him to his feet. Mouth to mouth, so close, the friction of their lips threatening to tear a hole in the fabric of reality. “Now, don’t ever tell me about your conquests again.”
Cooper pushed a hand against the rookie’s chest, pushing him back just enough so he could breathe without breathing into the other man’s mouth.
Nico swallowed nervously, and it was a treat to watch the younger man squirm.
“I was lying about everything. These lips have never been kissed by a man.”
“Yeah, I know,” Cooper said. “Room 2403 in one hour.” He reached for the door handle, but waited to open it. “A minute late and the door stays bolted shut all night.”
Nico nodded in agreement and that was Cooper’s cue to get the fuck out of there before he did something stupid.
Before he made the rookie suck his dick in a very fucking public bathroom.