Chapter 26 #2
But Cooper remained still as he trailed his tongue under Nico’s chin, painting a trail to Nico’s mouth.
He bit Nico’s lower lip softly, and then pressed his lips against his.
Nico moaned into Cooper’s mouth, wanting to melt into him.
Wanting the other man to fucking move. And so, Nico danced.
Bucking his hips to the beat of the music.
Riding Cooper’s cock and nobody around them knew they were watching the two best quarterbacks in the league fuck.
The thrill was what Nico hoped it would be.
The chance of being caught turned him into a feral bottom.
The stifled moans thrown from his throat were drowned out by the thunderous music. Whenever he’d open his eyes, he’d notice someone new was watching. The crowd in the immediate vicinity was half lost in their own pleasure and half lost in watching Nico pleasure himself on Cooper’s fuck-stick.
Nico’s balls pulled tight, the entirety of his body shaking. So fucking close, but he made a silent promise that he’d start the new year off right. So, he mustered all the strength in his body to stop from exploding.
Cooper tried to finagle Nico. He tried to wrestle back control—gripping at Nico’s thighs—but Nico was a man possessed on the edge of breaking. Nico soon realized he wasn’t the only one desperately trying to hold back release.
Cooper’s fingers dug deeper into Nico’s handles, clawing through orgasm as he came deep inside Nico.
Knowing his insides were flooded with Cooper’s seed twisted Nico into an impossible situation.
He stopped stroking his cock, his chest heaving as he squeezed his pelvis.
But Cooper was no help; he grabbed Nico’s throbbing cock and began to pump furiously.
Nico gripped Cooper’s wrist, trying to slow his strokes to no avail. At that moment, Cooper was the stronger of the two. Cooper continued to thrust, his cum-slicked cock jutting in and out of Nico’s stretched hole.
The final countdown flashed on the screens overhead.
10…
Just a few more seconds, Nico thought.
9…
Nico’s sweaty chest heaved, his abs flexing with every sharp breath.
8…
Cooper’s cock stabbed against Nico’s spot.
7…
“Come for me…” Cooper whispered in Nico’s ear.
6…
“Fucckkk,” Nico moaned, his body trembling.
5…
Nico’s eyes flashed open to find a man standing right in front of him. Not touching. Just watching. His eyes locked with Nico’s. Something about being watched like this broke something in Nico.
4…
“Come, baby,” Cooper moaned.
3…
That did the trick.
2…
Nico exploded with a breath-stealing gasp, shooting his load into Cooper’s palm.
1…
“Happy New Year,” Cooper said, mouth pressed against Nico’s ear.
“I…” Nico stumbled on his own words. “I love you.”
Cooper’s eyes fell as he stood in silence. Instead of words, he responded with a kiss. Stealing Nico’s breath, and stealing his ability to say another word.
Nico and Cooper found refuge in the smoking area, not to smoke but rather to catch their breath. The outside area was caged in with black bars and a roof that looked similar to a greenhouse but without the glass. There were a dozen or so people, mostly grouped in pairs.
The air was rife with a pungent odor that nauseated Nico and dried out the back of his throat. He knew he couldn’t stay out there long, but he needed a reprieve from the chaos inside. He needed a moment of silence to make sense of the words Cooper didn’t say back.
“Did you know I used to be a smoker?” Cooper asked flatly, stealing Nico’s attention.
“Back in high school during my rebellious phase, I’d sneak off the premises of the fancy private school my parents sent me.
There was one alley in particular where all the cool kids gathered, and we’d smoke and smoke, and then smoke some more.
I always hated it. The taste. The smell.
I hated the people I was forced to talk to in that alley, but I did it day after day, just waiting for my mom to drive by and catch me. ”
It wasn’t the most interesting story in the world, but Nico wasn’t fond of stories without a proper ending. “What happened when she caught you?”
Cooper nodded and smirked. “She never did.”
“What was the point of that story then?”
Cooper stretched his arms out to the sides. “Sometimes, a story is just a story. It doesn’t have a point to it. Sometimes words are just words.”
Nico couldn’t help but feel the words were a pointed reference to the words Cooper seemingly couldn’t say back. “I could use a cigarette right now.”
Cooper raised a brow. “Have you ever smoked before?”
“Just weed.”
Cooper grabbed Nico by the waist and pulled him in close.
One hand danced over the small of Nico’s back.
“Vices are bad for you. I don’t want you going and trying the wrong thing.
You might become addicted to them and addiction is awful.
” He inhaled and averted his gaze to the side. “My father was an addict.”
Nico palmed a hand over Cooper’s bare chest and felt the other man’s heart racing. “I think we’re all addicted to something in this life.”
“Yeah?” Cooper ran the back of his palm over Nico’s cheek. “What’s your addiction?”
Nico figured the answer should be obvious, but he couldn’t say the words out loud. Not after the rejection he felt when he said those three short words. “I guess I haven’t figured that out yet.”