Chapter 8 #3
The way those words passed over Cooper’s absolutely kissable lips melted Nico into a pool of blushing obedience. “Please shut up and fuck me.”
The stubble on Cooper’s chin brushed over Nico’s cheek as he pestered him with a smooch on the stained red flesh. Then, the finger was replaced with something thicker.
It was Cooper’s dick.
It pushed through Nico’s opening and Nico winced again.
Definitely a dick. A real, human dick. Throbbing and warm.
No, hot.
God, it was fucking hot.
Cooper draped a hand over Nico’s chest, holding him in place as he continued to sink into him, every inch stretching his insides. Nico could never grasp the relative size of objects, but Cooper most certainly felt longer, thicker than any of his toys.
Nico forced his eyes closed and exhaled, and somehow that helped alleviate the discomfort.
Cooper’s voice cracked, husky in his ear, “You good?”
Nico calculated his coach was half-way to the hilt, and that was half-way not deep enough. He groaned, “It feels so much different.”
Cooper stilled and cocked his gaze to meet Nico’s. “Different than what?”
Nico shook his head furiously. “I’m not fucking saying it.”
“You’ve never—?”
“Not with a person.”
“Oh trust me,” Cooper chuckled, “This is going to be so much fucking better than a toy.”
Cooper reaffirmed his grip on Nico’s chest and continued the torturously slow pace. It’d be another whole ass minute before he was filled completely. That simply would not do.
“If you go any slower,” Nico said, panting, “I think I’ll fall asleep.”
“It’s taking every ounce of willpower—”
Nico snaked a hand around his side, grabbed Cooper by his ass, held him in place, and drove his own ass backwards until he was completely filled.
And then he forced Cooper to still himself there.
Nico’s jaw dropped open at that fucking thing resting against that spot.
That spot boys aren’t supposed to play with.
Accepting. Accommodating. Getting used to the very real sensation of a very real dick buried in his ass.
When Cooper began to pull out, it felt as though he was pulling Nico’s insides out with him. Nico twisted into the pillow, covering his face as Cooper’s hand crept away from his stomach and to his hip.
Inch by inch, the retreat was just as torturously slow as the insertion.
Nico came to room 2402—or was it 2403, the fuck if he knew anymore—to get fucked, not whatever this was. Not this slow teasing. Not this careful dance. Not to be treated softly like he was fragile, like he was made of glass.
“I think you’re ready,” Cooper whispered, another sweet-nothing into his ear.
“No shit,” Nico grinded out between gritted teeth.
And still, Cooper fucked him slowly, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of Nico’s hip with every thrust. The first few slutty moans thrown from the back of Nico’s throat embarrassed him, but he soon found himself so lost in the pleasure of taking a dick that he ceased to care.
Sweat pooled at the ends of his hair, and he cocked his face to the side and away from the pillow to catch his breath.
There was no escape from the heat box though.
Nico wondered if this is how the women he fucked felt.
Wondered if they felt this absolute hunger to be filled, to be taken.
Wondered if he satisfied them the way his coach was hitting every single one of his spots.
Wondered if they felt trapped between extreme heat on all fronts.
Hot breath on the nape of his neck. Hot breath billowing from his own mouth, covering everything in his way.
The heat of the throbbing cock inside of him.
The heat of his own aching cock, leaking precum all over the tussled sheets.
The sensation of Cooper’s cock coming completely out of him startled Nico. He rolled onto his back, expecting god knows what and was met with something else. Cooper climbed to his knees between Nico’s legs.
There was a storm of stories in the older man’s eyes, a deep blue of yearning. Here, in that room, Cooper Callahan was a God and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. Nico would let him do anything.
And that was the first time in Nico’s life he’d ever been starstruck.
Cooper raised Nico’s legs by the back of his thighs, pushing them upward so that his knees met his chest.
Nico took a long inhale as the man lowered himself to meet him where he was, his lips begging to be kissed.
But the other man didn’t kiss him, not on the lips.
He dropped his head beside Nico’s while he lined up his cock with Nico’s hole with a free hand.
And as Cooper sank back into him, Nico held onto Cooper’s back with both hands.
Holding onto strong muscles, holding onto whatever the fuck it took to not break completely.
The unbreakable Nico Fallon turning into a shaking puddle of submission. Yeah, he couldn’t believe it, either.
When Cooper buried himself as deep as he could go, he stayed there and mouthed hot fire over the side of Nico’s neck. And then made his way to Nico’s ear, nibbling and tugging, and then swirling his tongue through the innards.
Nico pulled at Cooper’s hair in a desperate attempt to redirect his coach’s attention elsewhere. His ear was too sensitive and buried beneath the weight of Cooper, there was nowhere for him to go.
Cooper shifted a hand to each side of Nico’s head and propped himself above him, the ring on his necklace swinging against Nico’s chest.
Nico couldn’t look away and neither could Cooper.
They waged a war with their eyes while Cooper pounded out every sound imaginable from Nico. Every thrust changed Nico’s brain chemistry. When he first considered the thought he might also be into guys, he never imagined it’d be like this.
He never imagined he’d be the one catching. Always figured if it ever happened that he’d be the one hitting it. But this… oh god.
Nico was a changed man.
Nico lowered his knees and found a way to wrap his feet around the retired quarterback's back. And somehow, Cooper’s dick felt even better in this position like it was hitting new spots. Spots Nico hadn’t even considered existed before.
They were in the red zone and about to score, but this touchdown felt so much fucking different than any touchdown he’d had in his life. An explosion of euphoria threatened to tear him apart from the inside.
Nico reached for his own cock and stroked it in a frenzy as he raced towards orgasm. His slick, swollen cock screamed for release and the harder he stroked, the harder—and deeper—Cooper fucked him.
“Fuckkkkk,” Nico moaned. “I’m going to…”
The first shot of cum painted Nico’s lips, and then the headboard behind him.
Cooper’s face stretched between a mischievous grin and euphoria as his lips trembled, but he continued to fuck Nico like the aftershocks after an earthquake.
Cooper pulled out, and quickly flipped Nico onto his belly, his cum-slicked cock pooling on the sheets beneath him.
Nico stretched out and clawed his hands into the pillows above his head.
Cooper wasted no time thrusting back into Nico.
Taking him as he wanted to be taken. Using him as he wanted to be used.
And Nico briefly thought about what his hole would look like when this was over.
Pulverized is the adjective that came to mind, but he shook that thought away when Cooper dropped his head beside his, breathing out ragged grunts as he slammed into him one last time and stayed there.
A minute passed.
Maybe two.
Nico lost track of time as his coach laid atop him, their sweaty bodies sticking together.
Nico dreaded the moment when Cooper would pull out again because he had a sneaking suspicion this was a one and done.
The first thought that crossed Nico’s mind when he came down from a euphoric high was that he was unfortunately going to have to throw his three favorite toys in the trash. None of them came close. None of them compared to the real thing.
The second thought that crossed his mind was that he was going to have to be even more of a brat to Cooper in the future. There was no way he could let his coach look at him this way. He needed to wrestle control back from the other man, but that was a problem for another day.
The third thought that crossed his mind was that he couldn’t find one fucking sock, so as he got dressed, he slipped his bare foot into a dress shoe.
The two of them sat on opposite sides of the bed, both getting dressed. Nico fully, but Cooper seemed content to merely put back on his black boxer briefs which he did so in a quiet frenzy. When Cooper was dressed, he stood up and stepped to the window and peeked between the curtains.
Nico buttoned up his shirt as he watched Cooper against the window. There was something different about the man, something softer. Less closed-off and almost like a real person.
“How much do I owe you?” Nico asked. “Is a thousand dollars enough? I know how valuable your time is.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Cooper questioned, the joking nature of the inquisition clearly going over his head.
“It’s just a joke.” Nico scrolled through missed notifications on his phone. Messages from his sister and DMs from random women. “You’re being quiet.”
Cooper cocked his head over his shoulder with a solemn look, but said nothing.
Nico wondered if the look on Cooper’s face was a remnant of guilt.
It couldn’t be easy cheating on his girlfriend, especially with another dude.
Nico didn’t like to think about that, though.
Didn’t like being the other woman. Still, as hungry as Nico was for whatever the fuck that was, Cooper seemed even hungrier.
He couldn’t shake the thought, and so he asked it, “Do you like girls?”
Cooper stared at him, eyes narrowing. There was no way in hell he was going to be pestered with questions right now, especially not ridiculous ones.
Nico waved at him. “Forget I asked.”
And then it came, “Not at all.”
Nico froze, surprised at the admission. “What about Stassi?”
That was definitely none of his fucking business.
“I love her.”
Okay, now it was definitely Nico’s business because he was fucking nosey and that didn’t make sense to him. “But you don’t… fuck her?”
Cooper shrugged and exited the bedroom, leaving Nico standing there alone.
He had a bad habit of doing that and Nico had a bad habit of following him like a fucking puppy.
God, he hated that fucking part of him.
When Nico caught up to Cooper, the other man was standing at the bar pouring a glass of bourbon.
Cooper made eye contact with Nico as he twisted the cap back on the bottle. “I don’t drink this shit, but it’s been a night.”
Nico nodded, sensing it was time for him to get the fuck out of there. The energy had shifted. That softness to Cooper he’d sensed before was gone, replaced with the same cold shell he’d grown accustomed to. Colder, even. He grabbed his jacket and held it with one hand.
“I tried it once,” Cooper said, stealing Nico’s attention back to him.
Nico twisted in a slow circle. “Tried what?”
Cooper downed the entire glass of bourbon in one go and gently slid the glass down the length of the bar. “The heavy shit isn’t good for you. The bourbons, whiskeys, vodka, tequila. It’s all the same. It’s poison.”
Then why the fuck are you drinking it, Nico wanted to ask but he was still pressed about the previous response. “You don’t fuck Stassi?”
“Like I said,” Cooper shrugged. “I tried it once. It’s not what I’m into.” He leaned on the counter, holding the weight of his body with his forearms. “Do you like girls?”
“I’m discovering I like both.”
“Great news.” Cooper wagged a finger in the air and smiled. “This will be easier for you.” He circled the bar and met Nico on the other side of it. “Hiding one half of yourself will be a lot easier than hiding every part.”
Nico understood exactly what his coach meant and shook his head. There was no way he could hide this new secret. “What if I don’t want that kind of life?
“I didn’t make the rules.” Cooper grabbed a remote off the bar and angled it at the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The curtains pulled open, shifting to both sides of the wide-open space.
Outside, Columbus looked bustling. Cooper pointed over his shoulder, pointing out the window.
“They made the rules. The same crowd that’ll scream your name every Sunday, the ones with our names stitched onto every article of clothing they own.
The sponsors, the endorsements. When word gets out you like sucking dick, or worse taking it up the ass, it’s game over.
All those jerseys and memorabilia? Burned.
All those fans will turn their adoration into pitchforks. ”
Nico flinched as Cooper approached.
Cooper stopped just short of him, grabbed the jacket out of his hand, and circled behind him.
“But you know this already.” He helped Nico into his jacket, one arm at a time, and then made his way back to stand in front of him again.
“That’s why you picked me.” He leaned in and kissed Nico on the cheek and then whispered into his ear, “That’s why I picked you. ”
“I didn’t—” Nico stumbled over his own words. “I don’t—”
“You did,” Cooper said flatly. “Because as quarterbacks, we are uniquely positioned with the world on our shoulders. Billions of dollars rest on us. Nobody else in the world understands what it’s like to want what every football player wants, and then to want something they absolutely cannot ever have. ”
Nico stood frozen as he watched Cooper return to the window, gazing longingly out at the city below. At the city that should love him—that did love him. At the city that would hate him if his big secret ever got out.
Nico was stunned into silence.
“Sometimes, when you make a deal with the devil, you’re really making it with yourself,” Cooper said. “One tryst at a time, but for people like you and me, we chose to live in…” He turned fully to Nico. “This thing between us, this thing we both are.”
The older man stopped himself, hiding his lips behind a pair of fingers.
Under the dim yellow lights, Nico could’ve sworn he noticed the faintest echoes of tears glistening deep in Cooper’s eyes. But he was also tired and could have been seeing shit.
Cooper collected himself, straightened himself out. Forced a smile. “It’s a cage. And we don’t get to live outside of it.”
Nico nodded in agreement, but he didn’t know what the fuck he was agreeing to.
He’d figure it all out later.
But for now, he just needed to get the fuck out of room whatever the fuck it was.
“This thing… What we did. It’s our secret,” Nico said, as he slowly retreated backwards. “I won’t ever tell anyone.”
And all Cooper had to say to that was a solemn, “Thank you.”