Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Cooper did not have time for Nico’s bullshit, but sitting in the back of the luxury sedan, there wasn’t much else he could do. He was going to be about twenty minutes past call-time for the home game against the Hollywood Knights and ignoring the notificatiosn from Nico didn’t change that.
NICO
Remember that time we made a bet and I almost died?
Cooper
It’s too late to collect that payment.
NICO
New bet. Same wager.
COOPER
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NICO
If you win the game, we do the boring thing and you fuck me like you always do.
NICO
If I win, on GOD, that ass is mine.
COOPER
You’re just assuming we’re going to fuck? What makes you think I want to see your face?
NICO
I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.
COOPER
There’s a hitch in your plan. You have a flight to catch back to Los Angeles right after the game.
NICO
Coach said if we win, I can fly down to see my family tomorrow and review tape from there.
NICO
Little does he know…
COOPER
And if you lose…
NICO
Then I have to fly home.
COOPER
Then how the fuck am I going to fuck you if you’re NOT HERE?
NICO
Rain check.
NICO
Unlike you, I take bets seriously.
NICO
I pay out what is owed.
COOPER
Stassi’s home, so I assume you can afford a hotel with those endorsements coming in ;)
NICO
The bestest hotel room, the greatest. There’s never been a better hotel room.
COOPER
You’re sounding like my mother.
NICO
When do I get to meet her?
COOPER
Funny.
Speak of the devil! A notification popped up at the top of Cooper’s phone.
MOM
Why aren’t you at the stadium?
COOPER
Did you have a tracker implanted in me the day I was born?
MOM
You’re the leader of the team. What you do gives permission for others to do the same. Be a leader, Cooper.
COOPER
Like you?
MOM
Like your father was.
The woman needed to make up her mind on whether she adored Cooper’s father or hated him. Cooper could never quite tell. He flipped back to his conversation with Nico and disregarded the barrage of messages from his mother.
COOPER
We have a deal.
NICO
That tight hole is mine.
COOPER
Nico should’ve been happier to see Cooper given the circumstances, but he had spent all day irritated instead. “You’re on my shit list.”
Cooper passed him a side-eye as he squeezed past him, leaving Nico to shut the door. Of the hotel room.
Nico’s rival/fuck buddy came dressed in appropriately fuckboy gear—all black sweats, a hoodie, and the brim of a baseball hat peaking out underneath the hood. In-cog-nito. Cooper took a quick look at Nico, his eyes staying on Nico’s bare chest.
Nico stepped towards Cooper, and with every step Nico took, Cooper took another step back. It became a dance of sorts.
Nico pointed squarely at Cooper. “Don’t ever fucking send me a thumbs up emoji again.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“It’s dismissive. I know your generation is flippant in their communication style.”
Cooper stopped, just in front of the couch, pulling his hoodie over his head and tossing it to the ground. “We’re the same generation.”
“No, we’re not.”
“How fucking old do you think I am?” Cooper disposed of his tee shirt.“Twenty-eight, in case you seriously don’t know.”
“Which makes you the last of the millennials.” Nico shoved the other man backwards, onto the couch. “A dying breed.”
“Maybe that helps explain why I don’t like you all that much.”
“Shut up.” Nico straddled him, his knees sinking into the leather of the couch. He reached for Cooper’s shirt, and Cooper raised his arms to let Nico tug it over his head. “You love me.”
“Love is an extremely strong word and it has no application here.”
“What keeps bringing us back together like this?”
“Our cocks.” Cooper bucked upwards, his hardness suppressed by sweatpants but still noticeable. “We don’t have any other outlet.”
“Speak for yourself.” Nico smiled and took the ring hanging from Cooper’s necklace into his fingers. For the first time, he noticed the inscription on it; LC. “I have plenty of outlets.”
“You know what? I think I’ve changed my mind.” Cooper lifted Nico up and tossed him onto his back. He crawled between Nico’s legs and grinded himself against him. “I don’t want to be fucked. I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Cooper stole Nico’s breath with a fast kiss, with hands that cupped around his ass. It seemed Cooper’s aversion to kissing was long gone and fucking hell, the way Cooper’s stubble brushed over Nico’s neck was enough to send his toes curling into the leather.
Abso-fucking—
“Yeah,” Cooper groaned, his hot breath sweeping over Nico’s cheek. “Just like this.”
Nico held a hand against Cooper’s chest, holding the other man in place. “A bet is a bet.”
Cooper’s blue eyes danced sideways and he exhaled softly. The other man rolled off the couch and landed on his feet with an erection trying to tear its way through his sweatpants. He smiled and turned on his feet, leaving Nico alone on the couch.
Nico sat up on the couch. “Where the fuck are you going?”
Cooper bent forward, climbing out of his sweatpants and revealing a red jock strap that outlined and held up his perfect ass. Muscular, round, and fuckkkk. Cooper cocked his head over his shoulder with a sedated grin. “I’m too proper to get fucked on the couch.”
Was Nico not proper? Did he not deserve to be fucked in the bed every time Cooper had drilled his cock into him? Cooper took Nico anywhere and everywhere, but Cooper was old money. Classy. Stoic. Pompous. So much better than being fucked on a fucking couch.
Nico was going to enjoy every second of this. He stood up to follow Cooper, palming his erection through his shorts as they made their way to the bed. Cooper collapsed forward, lying flat and throwing his hands above his head. Nico disposed of his shorts and briefs, his cock springing free.
This pounding he was about to give Cooper was a year overdue and he was more than ready to get to fucking.
He climbed onto the bed, giving Cooper’s ass a quick smooch before steadying his body over the other man.
His cock slipped between Cooper’s crack and he thrusted once or twice. Cooper tensed beneath him.
“You’re nervous,” Nico whispered.
Cooper swung his gaze over his shoulder. “I’m really not.”
“I can see it in your eyes.”
“Oh,” Cooper nodded. “So, you’re an oracle now?”
Nico laughed as he reached for the lube on the nightstand. He poured a dollop into his hand, slicked his cock, and pressed against Cooper’s opening.
Cooper raised himself to his elbows and grunted.
But Nico inched inside and a beaming ray of light flashed behind his eyes. He was a changed man. He pushed deeper, breaking through the tightness.
“So much tighter than a pussy,” Nico groaned.
“Jesus Christ,” Cooper grunted.
But it’s like Nico’s mind was elsewhere. His arm trembled as he sunk deeper into the other man.
Cooper ripped his body forward, pulling away from Nico’s cock. He landed on his stomach and twisted his head over his shoulder. “You can’t just ram it in.”
“That’s what you do.”
“That’s what you told me to do, Mr. Fingers-Hurt-Me.
” Cooper rolled onto his side, ripped the bottle of lube off the nightstand, and turned back to Nico.
“Me? I need little things before the big things. I need a finger and then two.” He squeezed a few drops onto Nico’s fingers.
“Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?”
“Yes,” Nico said, mimicking Cooper, “I see the words coming out of your nervous mouth.”
If looks could kill, the maid would find Nico’s body in the bed in the morning.
Cooper relented with a heavy sigh and rolled onto his side, his ass facing Nico. “Now, let's try this again.”
Nico knew better than to say anything more, because what he wanted to say…
What he wanted to do. Best left unsaid if he had any hopes of nailing Cooper to the bed like he’d been dreaming all day.
Once the bet was set over text message, Nico promised he’d play his best ever game of football.
And that he did, completing two passing touchdowns and two rushing.
He had a lot pent up that he needed to unpent.
He scooted towards Cooper, his raging boner throbbing against the other man’s asscheek.
He rubbed a finger over Cooper’s hole and reveled in the way Cooper responded, dropping his face into a pillow.
And when Nico pressed inside—gently, as to not hurt his precious top—his cock flushed with excitement at the muffled sounds Cooper groaned into the pillow.
When Nico buried himself to the knuckle, he stayed there for a moment.
While he’d never fingered an ass that wasn’t his own, he’d fingered women before.
That was slightly different. And the last thing he wanted to be thinking about right now was women.
Not when he had the second best ass in the league beside him.
He slowly withdrew his finger and added another.
In and out, in and out. Every movement of his fingers loosened Cooper a little more, until Cooper reached back and grabbed Nico by the wrist. Cooper looked at Nico with squinted eyes and nodded.
Showtime.
Nico slicked his cock once more with a fresh squeeze of lube and shuffled his body behind Cooper’s. He grabbed Cooper by the chest with one hand and held him still, while he lined up his cock against Cooper’s hole with the other.
Cooper breathed out slowly as Nico pushed inside. Gently. Slowly.
Nico gritted his teeth as the inches went far too slow. He wanted nothing more than to get to the fun part, but knew the untouchable Cooper Callahan would beat his ass if he went any faster. It was fucking torture.
Cooper raised his hand to meet Nico’s, and tangled his fingers with his.