Chapter 11 #2
The rules of give and take were simple, never to be broken, and Cooper broke the entire damn equation.
He broke away from Nico, gasping for air as he guided the other man to sit up long enough to tear his wet shirt over his head. He disposed of the fabric beside the bed and pushed the rookie back onto his back.
Nico’s fingers brushed through Cooper’s hair as Cooper made his way down Nico’s chest, flicking his tongue over cold, hard nipples. Circled his tongue over Nico’s naval and planted kisses to the waistband of his red sweats.
Cooper jumped off the bed and pulled the younger man to the edge so he could make quick work tearing his sweats and underwear off in one go.
And then the rookie was completely bare beneath him, vulnerable and chest heaving.
He grabbed Nico by the ankles and spun him around so he could get a good view of his ass.
Cooper climbed onto the bed, and Nico crawled forward on his hands and knees.
Cooper parted Nico’s cheeks and took a good look at his beautiful hole.
Ached to be inside him but he wanted so much more.
Wanted to taste every square inch of the rookie’s body.
He aimed his mouth at the hole and spit, landing a good sized dollop of natural lube on the opening.
When he brushed his finger over Nico’s hole, the man let out a gasp.
“Relax,” Cooper said, lowering his mouth between Nico’s cheeks. He knew the other man didn’t like fingers and wasn’t about to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. He tapped his tongue over Nico’s hole and circled it.
And that did something to Nico because the big quarterback stumbled forward, collapsing onto his belly. “What… are you doing?”
Cooper answered with his tongue, licking and twisting its way inside Nico’s hole. Tasted clean. Tasted fresh. Tasted like assholes tended to taste and it’d been so long that Cooper had almost forgotten how much he craved it. How much he needed it.
With Cooper’s free hand, he pawed at his leaking erection through his underwear, but his cock would have his time in the sun after he was done making Nico come undone.
Nico squirmed underneath Cooper, hips gyrating against the satin sheet as he humped his way through the new pleasure.
Cooper assumed it was a new pleasure, anyway.
The rookie tore at the pillows beside his head, clawing into anything to ground him but as Cooper knew, nothing could ever prepare someone for their first rimjob.
Cooper surfaced for air and climbed out of his underwear. He shifted upward in the bed and tapped his cock over Nico’s prepped hole. Dropped his head against the other man’s and groaned in his ear, “You fucked anyone?”
Nico groaned back, his voice muffled in the pillow, “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“Have you fucked anyone since—”
Nico cocked his head to the left. “Not since my last check.”
“It’s been two years for me.” Cooper rolled his eyes, all of a sudden he was a man of honesty. “Well, other than you.”
“Oh my God, I don’t fucking care.”
Cooper nibbled at the bottom of Nico’s earlobe, sending the other man into a quaking fit. His voice was raspy and heaving, “I want to fuck you raw.”
“Yes, please.”
Cooper climbed to his knees and grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and as he lubed his cock, Nico rolled over onto his back and watched with eager puppy eyes.
This was what they’d both wanted all along.
Cooper squeezed a dollop of lube into his palm and gave Nico’s hardness a few quick strokes.
But Nico was ready for the main event. He spread his legs and held them high, motioning with both hands for Cooper to get to work.
Cooper positioned himself between Nico’s legs, grabbed him by his thighs, and held him in position as he shifted forward, his slick cock pressing against Nico’s wet hole.
When Cooper broke the barrier, Nico’s mouth hung open. And it stayed there as Cooper inched into him in one motion, reaching the hilt. Cooper stayed there for a moment, holding Nico in place, letting the other man adjust to his full width.
Nico was the first to move, shifting his body just so slightly, just enough to get some traction, and his hips began to roll back and forth in a slow swaying motion. In and out, just about an inch and then filled completely again.
Nico reached forward with both hands and held onto Cooper’s back, pulling him down to meet his lips. Softly at first, lips brushing lips. Hushed whispers meeting silent gasps. They quickly found a quiet tango, wetter and hotter until their tongues tangled with each other.
Cooper craved every inch of Nico, but the feral hunger that was always there was replaced with something more tender.
Slow but full thrusts, all the way in and all the way out.
Without the burden of a condom, he could feel every brush of his cock against Nico’s insides.
Could feel every moan and groan before they escaped the rookie’s throat.
He crooked an arm behind Nico’s head and held him in place as his pace quickened slightly. And in the brief moments he wasn’t kissing him, he gazed longingly into the other man’s eyes, watching the way his face contorted with every thrust of his cock.
And when Nico’s eyes came to a close, lost in pleasure, Cooper kissed him again.
Fucked him harder.
The bed turned into a sweatbox of heat, a blistering inferno where sweatiness and stickiness merged into one. Drenched like the storm outside, lashing away at the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Nico moaned louder, fingers clawing into Nico’s back.
Which in turn made Cooper fuck him faster, setting off a chain reaction of Nico digging deeper into Cooper’s flesh and Cooper fucking him harder. Faster. Harder.
Nico choked on his own release, gasping into Cooper’s mouth as Cooper chewed into his lower lip. Cooper felt Nico’s ass spasm around his thickness, and it brought him to the edge of release. He draped his head beside Nico’s and pounded into him with a sudden furiousness.
Driving towards release.
Driving towards the point of no return.
Cooper quaked as he came inside Nico, flooding him with his load.
His breath came out ragged and raw against Nico’s sweaty, slicked throat. A random memory of an old friend popped into his head. That friend always said, the closest any of us will ever get to death without dying is when we orgasm.
Cooper never quite understood that, not until this moment. As he came down from a high, he fought to catch his breath. Fought to still his racing heart.
He hadn’t felt this since… He pushed the thoughts away.
God, he was going to fucking miss this.
Going to miss his fucking favorite rookie, but those were words he was never allowed to say out loud, and so he wouldn’t. Couldn’t ever tell Nico that he was the first person since… Fuck. He couldn’t escape his past.
He pulled Nico’s back against his chest and held him snug, the other man calming his aching heart. Held him like that with no intention of letting him go.
Not quite yet.
Nico awoke some time later, but Cooper’s bedroom lacked an alarm clock, so he didn’t know how late it was. Cooper lay behind him with one strong arm wrapped around his chest, holding him in place. Something about the other man holding him like that felt right. It felt earned.
Matteo Reyes' words echoed in the back of Nico’s mind, You could never quite reach Cooper Callahan. Nico spent the better part of six months with the man and didn’t really know much about him, other than he liked good boys and he liked to fuck.
Now, he knew that beneath the walled exterior, there was a softer man.
And god did he wish he could stay like that forever, lying in that bed, with that version of that softer man.
Unfortunately, he had to piss.
Having horrible timing was nothing new to Nico, but this was really a new all time low.
He’d had enough experience in college escaping the grips of one-night stands while the women were still sleeping, but that was slightly different and easier because he was the one holding the girls, not the one being held.
He grabbed the other man’s arm and slipped out underneath. Easier than expected.
He scooted to the edge of the bed and tip-toed out of it. If he was lucky enough, he could get to the bathroom and get back undetected. He could climb right back in bed as if he never left.
On his way to the en-suite bathroom, the walk-in closet lit up—fucking motion detectors. He slipped past the closet, made it into the bathroom, and gently closed the door behind him, fearful his heavy stream would wake up the sleeping quarterback.
When he was done, he peeked through a crack in the door.
All was good on the hot-dude-is-still-sleeping front.
Nico tip-toed back past the walk-in closet and it lit up again. This time, something grabbed his attention. The entire left side of the wall was stacked floor-to-ceiling with shoes. Hundreds of them.
Nico considered himself a shoe aficionado, but his collection was a fraction of Cooper’s. His curiosity got the better of him and he stepped into the closet, activating the motion detectors in the back of it, and lighting up the entire room.
The closet itself was bigger than most apartments he’d ever been in.
There had to have been at least a hundred pairs of Nikes, Reeboks, and Adidas. Boots of every type and color, and brand new cleats. In the middle of all the shoes was a shelf filled with awards from college and the NFL, including a golden Rookie of the Year Award from five years prior.
Nico leaned back to check on Cooper to make sure he was still sleeping. He was.
It wasn’t like Nico was going to steal the damn trophy, but he was smart enough to know Cooper would not like him snooping around his shit. Like Cooper implied earlier, Nico was stubborn not stupid. He caressed the gold statue and it felt heavy. It felt even heavier when he picked it up, but uhhh…
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
One section of the shoes rotated sideways into the wall, exposing a narrow walkway.