Chapter 20 #2
With his fingers slick with lube, Nico brushed over Cooper’s taint and found Cooper’s hole.
Cooper’s mouth drew open, gasping, as Nico rimmed a finger around the entrance.
Taunting. Teasing. And then easing a finger in.
Cooper’s insides contorted around Nico’s finger as he inched his way in until his knuckles met flesh.
Cooper raised his head. “Oh, so you think you’re fucking me again?”
“I could.” Nico stroked Cooper’s cock with his free hand.
“I could stroke you to the brink and then stop. Make you wait.” Nico freed Cooper from his grip and rolled atop him.
He reached backwards to take hold of Cooper’s swollen cock.
Stroked it. Nico hunched over Cooper and slapped his ass with the other man’s cock.
He lowered his head beside Cooper’s and whispered into his ear. “I could do that for hours.”
Nico nibbled at the lobe of Cooper’s ear and chuckled.
But Cooper did not chuckle. His lips contorted with every laborious breath, his voice shaking with each moan.
Then, Nico lined his hole up against Cooper’s cock. The warmth, the heat of his manhood awoke the beast in Nico. He eased backwards, taking the head of Cooper’s cock into his ass. Slow. Patient. “But this… is what I want.”
The familiar sting excited him as much as it burned. It was a pleasure like none other, but it’d been a while since their last meeting and Nico had saved himself for this moment. Regret seeped in. Regret he hadn’t loosened himself up with a toy before Cooper arrived.
Cooper felt harder. Thicker.
Nico cupped his balls and cock in one hand while he steadied his other on Cooper’s chest, slicking it with his lube-stained hand.
Beneath him, Cooper bucked upwards, sending a tremble over Nico’s bottom lip.
Nico pushed down hard against the other man’s chest, forcing him to a still.
He needed time to adjust. Needed time for his hole to accommodate Cooper’s girth.
With one final push, Nico accepted Cooper’s cock past the point of no return. The rest was easy sailing as he glided to the hilt and stayed there, his own cock lying on Cooper’s stomach, precum pooling like a river between the other man’s abs.
Cooper rocked sideways, a desperate attempt at traction that sent shockwaves through Nico.
Nico retaliated by pressing harder against Cooper’s chest and at that point, Nico didn’t know if his refusal to let the other man move was because he was still getting used to being torn in half or because he was petty.
He settled on it being a product of pettiness as he chewed into his bottom lip. Rocked just a little, just enough to feel Cooper move inside him but not enough to free the other man from the tortuous position he held him in.
“Fucking move,” Cooper demanded, gravel in his throat.
When Nico didn’t comply, when Nico didn’t do as he was told, Cooper tugged at the handcuffs. In the back of his head, Nico figured the man could easily escape from the cuffs. They weren’t real, but rather a cheap online purchase.
Or maybe Cooper was weaker than either of them knew.
“Beg for it,” Nico laughed.
“Please,” Cooper whined. “Fucking move.”
Nico needed more. “Tell me I’m a good boy.”
Cooper’s nose wriggled beneath the fabric, followed by a violent shake of his head. He might not have been able to free himself from the cuffs, but he freed his eyes from the lace bandana.
“You’re a good fucking boy, Rook.” He squinted at Nico. “The best fucking boy in the whole fucking world, now ride my fucking dick before I break out of these cuffs and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
Nico grinned at hearing Cooper say the quiet part out loud. Surely, he could break the restraints. Now, he kind of wanted him to. “That kind of sounds fun.”
Cooper bucked upwards, stabbing at what Nico called the good place, his prostate.
“Fuck,” Nico cried out, the grin folding from his face.
Cooper did it again, making Nico feel some kind of way. Some kind of holy shit, this is what heaven feels like kind of way. But he wasn’t ready to let the other man win. Not just yet. He rutted to the base and it quickly became a battle of strength.
Every attempt at friction by Cooper was denied by Nico.
Nico’s thighs burned and though he’d never admit it, his rival was stronger than him.
Instead of admitting it, Nico did what he did best. He bounced on Cooper’s dick. Every movement of his body around Cooper’s loosened him a little more. For his part, Cooper relented, letting Nico take back control.
Nico palmed over Cooper’s chest, and felt the racing of the other man’s heart. It seemed to beat in tandem with the throbbing of Cooper’s cock.
Nico wanted this to last forever, but by the way his cock was already leaking like a leaky water faucet, he knew he was on borrowed time. He steadied his pace, taking every inch of Cooper and then slowly retreating.
Time flew by. God knows how long, anyway.
Every few minutes, he’d give his cock a few strokes but not too many. Otherwise he’d break and this would be over. Sweat drenched Nico’s hairline, dropping like the precursor to a storm until Cooper’s chest was slick with a combination of sweat, lube, and precum.
Nico fastened the pace and noticed the change in Cooper’s demeanor. Noticed the way Cooper’s breath hitched every time Nico buried himself to the base. Noticed the way Cooper’s chest heaved and his feet pounded at the footboard.
The muscles in Cooper’s arms contracted as they pulled on the restraints, breaking free with his left hand.
The other hand quickly followed. Cooper slid his hands up the back of his jersey that Nico was wearing and took hold of Nico’s sweaty back, his fingers digging into his skin.
Nico continued to buck, taking pleasure in the new angle as he hurried towards his own release, but he was waiting for Cooper.
Clank.
Clank.
Before Nico knew it, Cooper’s cock popped out of his hole as he was tossed onto his back by a fully freed Cooper. Nico kicked a foot around Cooper’s ass and pulled him close, hungry to be filled again.
Cooper reached between his legs, grabbed his cock, and guided himself back into Nico with a sense of urgency that stabbed at Nico’s gut.
Cooper’s lips trembled as he lowered his mouth to Nico’s.
Wet and hungry, and breathy and raspy. Nico inhaled every moan and every groan.
Nico laid there, lost in the animalistic nature of Cooper’s thrusts that quickened but also shortened.
Every stroke felt slicker than the last and his hole felt looser.
Until it tightened as he reached release, his cock spasming with cum, painting both of their stomachs. Nico’s fingers dug into Cooper’s back as Cooper fucked him through orgasm, his entire body trembling.
Cooper fucked him with one last stroke, buried himself as deep as he could, and emptied himself inside him.
Nico sat on the patio beside the pool with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses on a table.
Every so often, he’d glance up from his phone to see if Cooper was finished with his shower.
The longer Nico waited, the more he assumed Cooper had bolted.
It wouldn’t be an unfamiliar ending to their time together.
He looked over his shoulder at the empty beach.
The best part of living in the Malibu community was the privacy.
He often walked around outside in nothing but his underwear, developing his tan.
Though the California sun was no match for the Florida sun back home, he much preferred the quieter weather in California.
And the people.
And the politics.
But most importantly, he could sit poolside wearing nothing more than his rival's jersey and a slutty pair of white briefs.
The patio door opened and out stepped Cooper, dressed in Nico’s Knights jersey and white boxer shorts with his phone in hand. He approached Nico, pulling his shades over his eyes as he took a seat beside him.
“I was starting to think you ran off again,” Nico said with a flat smile.
Cooper stared at the pool. “You know I’m not a runner.”
Right, he was a passer. One of the best in the league. On the field, he rushed ten yards a game. In life, he ran from anything and everything that would require him opening the smallest window to his heart.
Nico took a long glance at the other man, admiring the way the black and blue jersey adorned his skin. “I’m not saying this because I want you to steal my job again, but you look fucking fine as a Knight.”
Cooper perched his sunglasses upwards. “I look much better in red.”
“Get the fuck out of here.” Nico poured two shots of tequila. “Blue is your color. It matches your ravenous eyes.”
“Do you know what that word means?”
“I read, remember?”
“Luke and I used to wear each other’s jerseys.” Cooper pulled his shades back over his eyes and leaned his head back over the head of the chair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—”
“Talking about him doesn’t bother me.”
Cooper threw back his head and swallowed the shot of tequila whole. “It should,” he whispered before rising to his feet and stepping to the edge of the pool.
“Why?” Nico pondered the sadness in Cooper’s words, but it was laced with something else.
Like a warning that the two of them would never be anything more than buddies who fucked.
“Because you can’t possibly love someone else?
You can’t love me because you’re too busy loving a ghost. I’m aware that’s part of the deal. ”
Cooper cocked his head over his shoulder. “I don’t love you, Nico.”
Nico met Cooper where he stood. “Touche.”
“It doesn’t mean I won’t, or that I can’t.
” Cooper swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. “When I’m with you, it feels like the beginning of something. I feel the way I did with you that I did with him before it all got out of hand. Not in a bad way, but rather in the best fucking way possible. I don’t fall easily because I know how dangerous it is. I know how lonely it is.”