Chapter 10 #2
And then silence as Nico stared out at the city streets below. The ceremony was over and the crowd was dissipating in droves and yet here he stood, on the roof.
“Have you made a decision for next year?” Nico asked, breaking the ice.
Deep down, he knew the answer but needed it to be confirmed before he considered his next move.
Nico could push the un-retired quarterback off the roof and a lot of his problems would disappear.
Nico elbowed Callahan playfully. “You going to come back as my coach again?”
“I think we’re beyond that,” Cooper said, still dry and emotionless.
“I had a feeling that was the case.” Nico sighed and brought his hands up to shelter beneath the pits of his jacket. “May the best man win.”
“That’s what you think this is? A competition?” Cooper broke character, letting out the smallest laugh imaginable. More of a polite cackle. “You can’t compete, you know that, right? Unless I go down, you’ll be sitting on the bench all year.”
Nico narrowed his eyes on the other man. “I think I liked you better when you were a retired quarterback.”
Cooper twisted to catch Nico’s gaze. “And here I was thinking we both hated each other.”
This was news to Nico. “You hate me?”
Silence, but the shift in facial expressions on the other man’s face spoke volumes. He petted a thumb over his bottom lip, contemplating. “Not at all.”
That was better, easier to hear and digest. Sure would be weird to crave an enemies dick so damn bad, not that it would have stopped Nico. Just would have made things slightly awkward. Slightly more awkward.
And then Cooper spoke again, voice low, “What room are you staying in?”
“I’m not staying,” Nico said regretfully.
“Flying out to San Francisco for the Bowl.” He forced himself to look away from Cooper.
To look back out at the beautiful city of Boston.
“Maybe watching the big game up close is what I need for a proper kick in the ass. Watch the best of the best play in the championship.”
Cooper stepped backwards and brushed a hand over the small of Nico’s back. “I really wish you were staying the night.”
Nico swallowed a gulp and turned to find Cooper had made his way to the side of the door that led to the stairwell. It was a dance he’d learned all too well. A dance he couldn’t resist, even if he was acutely aware his former coach was basically stealing his fucking job.
“The way you’re looking at me right now,” Nico said. “I wish I was staying too.”
“Then stay.”
“Can’t.” Nico approached Cooper. “I’m flying with my sister and she’s already grown suspicious. She thinks I’m dating a superstar and not telling her.”
“She’s wrong about the dating part.” Cooper reached for Nico’s hand and pulled him against his body. “Not so wrong about the superstar part.”
Maybe it was the freezing cold Boston air. Maybe it was because Nico hadn’t been with anyone since tearing his ACL. Maybe he lost his whole goddamn mind, but Nico melted into the other man.
Callahan was warm.
Callahan was safe.
Callahan nuzzled his hot mouth against Nico’s ear. “What time are you flying out?”
“In two and a half hours,” Nico said and returned the favor, planting a kiss on the side of Cooper’s neck.
He reached his arms into Cooper’s jacket for equal measures of warmth and to be close to him.
He angled himself back, met the other man’s gaze, and dreamed longingly about the idea that maybe… just maybe he could stay the night.
Cooper leaned forward and Nico met him halfway, pressing his lips against the other man’s. But Cooper shifted quickly, offering his neck to Nico.
One of the few things Nico had learned about Cooper during their trysts was that Cooper required that things be kept casual. Fucking, sucking, frotting. Cool. Cool. Kissing? Absolutely fucking not. That first kiss was the last kiss, but Nico always tried to press his luck anyways.
Maybe one day he’d hit the jackpot.
Until then, he settled for kissing everything else.
Everything that wasn’t the lips.
Nico flicked his tongue over the bottom of Callahan’s ear, and then mouthed his way down to the base of his chin. Kissed him there and then on the side of his neck. Grabbed Cooper by the back of his head and forced him to still as he bit gently into Cooper’s neck.
Cooper moaned and jerked away from Nico’s touch. “You kiss me like that on the neck again and I’m going to change how you walk.”
“You know I don’t take well to threats,” Nico said, and did it again.
Cooper ducked away with a quick spin, reframing where each of them stood. He shook his wrist and checked his watch. “I think you can spare ten minutes.”
Nico really couldn’t.
But Nico was never good at time management.
Nico’s belt clanked against the metal frame at the base of the bed, as his trousers and underwear tangled around his ankles, held in place by the shoes he didn’t have time to take off.
The headboard knocked against the hotel room wall to the same beat that Cooper nailed Nico to the bed. There was a mirror oddly positioned right above the headboard and in it, Nico could see everything.
Could see Cooper’s hands digging into his hips on either side of his exposed ass. And yeah, he could fucking feel those big hands too. Could feel them clawing at his flesh and the feeling was unmatched. There was something about being used that really pushed him over the edge.
Could see Cooper’s muscles contracting, especially in his pecs and biceps as he thrusted in and out of him.
Could see every stifled moan that escaped Cooper’s lips. Could see every this fucking feels like heaven on the man’s lips. Words the man didn’t need to say because his eyes said it all.
This was the closest to heaven Nico would ever be. And when he saw his own mouth drop open in the mirror as he stained the hotel sheets beneath him in his own cum, he truly believed it.
Cooper broke right after, slamming into Nico one last time and then staying there as he emptied himself inside. In that moment, Nico wondered what it’d be like to have a man actually come inside him and not a condom. Wondered what it’d be like to have Cooper raw.
And then he thought about how the last time they were supposed to fuck, Nico was supposed to get to top.
That never panned out. He penciled a mental note to bring that up in the very near future because as much as he loved getting hammered, he wondered if hammering a man felt remotely the same as hammering a woman.
God it’d been so long since he had been with a woman.
“Shit,” Cooper groaned, his voice forcing Nico back to reality as he took a step back. “The condom broke.”
Nico cocked his head over his shoulder and watched Cooper tear the torn rubber off his swollen cock. He reached behind and dabbed a finger over his slick hole and felt a warm glob of jizz trailing down his taint.
“Jesus Christ,” Nico barked jokingly. “If I end up pregnant, I’m coming for that child support.”
By the look on Cooper’s face, Nico considered the other man was not amused.
But at least he had his answer about what it felt like to have a man come inside him. As it turned out, not very different. But surely, knowing the other guy is raw while in the midst of it would change things.
These are things he’d figure out another day.
In the meantime, he needed to catch a fucking flight.
He dressed in a hurry, pulling his underwear and pants up. There was no time for cleanup so he did a quick check to make sure no jizz had made its way onto his clothing. His sister would be waiting for them in the room they shared while getting ready for the ceremony.
Cooper took a seat on the edge of the bed, far enough away from Nico’s pool of jizz.
When Nico was ready, he stood above Cooper. “Coach?”
Callahan peeled his eyes up to meet Nico’s. “I’m not your coach anymore.”
“Fine, Callahan…” Nico corrected himself, taking a measured step backwards. Towards the door he should’ve been racing out of. “If I have to sit on anyone’s bench, I’m glad it’s yours.”
Cooper smiled flatly. “I’ll see you around, Rook.”
“Rook?” Nico raised one brow. “Is that like a cute nickname or something?”
Cooper nodded “It’s something.”
Nico reached for the doorknob, wanting to play it cool as he left. But he smiled like an idiot anyway. “I like something.”
“Have a safe flight and have fun in San Francisco.”
And that was that.
On his way down the long stretch of hallway, Nico determined that Cooper told no lies.
The other man had, in fact, changed how Nico walked, though that may have been the other man’s cum leaking out of his asshole.