Chapter Twelve – Coop #2
“Damn, you are so fucking sexy like that, Coop. Make yourself come. Yeah, do it.”
Rick’s encouragement made Coop’s balls pull up tight.
He was going to explode any second. This was the point he normally closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling instead of his partner, but not this time.
He opened his eyes wider, staring at Rick.
Face-to-Face. There was no better fantasy than this gorgeous man fucking the hell out of him.
Nervous at first, Rick sure managed to jump right back on the bike, riding it hard—or maybe Cooper was riding him.
Either way, Rick was a sexy sight. Coop looked down at where they were joined.
He couldn’t see everything, but Rick’s hips pivoted, and his muscles flexed as he moved.
And oh fuck… “Now!” Coop practically roared into the room as his orgasm fell over him.
Rick fucked him through it, pushing more and more out of him.
It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Damn! They were so good at this.
Then Rick stopped. He grunted and pushed in a little more. Coop watched the expression on his face as he came. “Damn, Soldier Boy, you look good like that.”
“Fuu…”
“I know. Right!”
The months flew by, and the time they spent together always went incredibly fast. Too fast for Coop.
He wanted every second with Rick to last forever, but eventually, he had to go back to his base, and Coop had to get back to the track.
Sunday evenings came, whether he wanted them to or not.
But this back and forth wouldn’t last. Rick would move to a new base soon, and Coop’s training would come to an end when the season started.
For now, Coop pushed Rick up against his car and kissed him hard, not caring if anyone saw them.
Which might not have been entirely smart, but they always chose this nicer hotel, so he didn’t think he’d have too much trouble.
And fuck it. He needed another kiss. Letting go became harder and harder every time.
“Mmm…Coop. Damn. I’m going to miss this.” He wrapped his arms around Coop, hugging him just right.
“Me too. So. I’ll text you when I get back to camp.” He buried his face in Rick’s neck.
“Okay. I’ll try and keep you updated better on my schedule, so you’ll know when I’m in PT or some other exercise and don’t have my phone.”
Coop blew a raspberry. “Whatever. I’ll still be impatient.”
“You will, huh?”
“Always. It’s my nature. Get used to it.”
“Look at me.” Rick moved his hands up to cup Coop’s head and pushed his face up until they were eye to eye. “I could get very used to it and everything else about you.”
“Me too, Rick. I…I…”
Rick kissed him again, stealing the words out of his mouth.
Which was probably good, because it was still too soon.
But he wanted to love Rick more than anything.
When their lips parted. Rick smiled so sweetly, Coop thought he would die without this man.
“Okay, Hot Wheels. We’ll talk more about our future later.
Okay? Because I want one. With you, I mean. ”
“Me too.”
Rick nodded. They hugged again, then Rick got behind the wheel and pulled away from the curb. Coop stood there and watched him go until he couldn’t see him anymore. Then he huffed and got in the damn truck. His ass ached, but not as much as his heart. What the fuck were they going to do?
All the way back to the Dublin camp, he worried over it.
Camp would be over soon. Maybe they could meet up a few more times, but then…
when the season starts, Coop would be traveling all over the US, no matter where Rick ended up.
How the fuck was this ever going to work?
He hadn’t figured it out by the time he pulled into the camp.
He parked the truck in front of his cabin for Vick to pick up later.
He walked in and sprawled out on the single bed. He needed food and rest, but maybe not in that order. Instead, he pulled out his phone and shot off a text to Rick.
Me: Back at camp. You were amazing!! Can’t wait for next time.
It took less than ten seconds for a reply to come in.
Soldier Boy: SAME! To all of that. Can U talk?
Coop didn’t respond to the text. He hit the call button.
Rick answered before it had hardly even rung. “I miss you already, Hot Wheels.”
“Damn, I miss you too, Soldier Boy. I can’t talk long. Still need to eat and sleep. I hit the track early tomorrow, but I wanted to tell you something.”
“Sure. What?”
Coop exhaled like he was letting everything go.
Surrendering. And he was also being overdramatic.
“I know when my season starts, I’ll be traveling all over.
So…I’m not sure we’ll be able to figure shit out, but maybe that conversation should be later?
I mean. If I had my way, you’d travel with me and be at all the races, but I know that’s not practical.
Like at all. So. We keep talking and figuring out when we can meet up and then what’s next. Same as we’ve been doing. Right?”
“Yeah. Right. I don’t know what else to do.”
“Me either. But I don’t want it to end. Not over this. Even if it’s rocky for a while. I mean. I know your career is probably more important than mine, and until I met you, racing was everything.”
“Fuck, Coop. Racing is imp—”
“Stop. You don’t have to answer anything. Let’s think about it and talk more later. Okay?” That was probably the next best thing to admitting he was in love with the man. And thinking about how open he was, how vulnerable, with Rick, made his chest tight.
Finally, Rick said, “Okay.” And it was a simple, quiet word, but it warmed up everything inside of Coop.
“I need to go now. Text or call me whenever. If I’m on the track, I’ll call back when I can.”
“Okay. Bye, Hot Wheels.”
“Later, Soldier Boy.”
Coop lay in his bed for a long time after he hung up. Not thinking but feeling. Wondering. What could be if they could only hold on. Eventually, he dozed off without eating and woke up the next morning, very early and very hungry.
***
He ate a decent breakfast in the cafeteria they set up for the racers, then pulled on his gear and headed out to the shop where they stored the bikes.
Kevin, his mechanic, was leaning over the bike.
“Coop! Hey. We’re ah…about…ready.” He straightened, holding the handlebars with one hand and the other gripped the back of the seat.
“We’re on track three. If you’re ready, you can ride us out there. ”
“Sure.” Coop took the bike from him, but before he could start it, Kevin gripped his elbow. Coop looked up at him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Sure. I had an amazing weekend, but time to get on the track. Let’s go.
” He sounded overly chipper, even to his own ears.
Kevin glared at him but didn’t say anything.
He started the bike and Kevin got on behind him.
They rode over to the right track where Dane Powers, his coach, was waiting for him. “Yo! Coach!”
Dane had him practicing starts for most of the morning, then he was going to do a few laps. Kevin wanted to get data from the sensors he’d adjusted on the bike that morning. “Take it like a race, Coop. All out.” Kevin directed as he tapped the screen of his tablet.
Coop pulled on a fresh pair of goggles and lined up behind the single gate they had set up.
Dane raised his hand. “30-second board.”
Coop took a deep breath and when the gate dropped, he was off like a flash.
He’d walked the track and done a sight lap, so he knew the few changes that had happened on the track.
He felt comfortable. He kicked it up a notch through the straightaway and turned the corners, over the few jumps.
He wished it were inside and more like an arena, but for their purposes, he supposed it would do.
And after lunch, he’d get to actually race someone. For now, he went all out.
The first lap was smooth, and Coop was in the zone, flowing, feeling the track. Maybe he would have to get Rick out here to ride with him sometime. It would be fun. Then. Fuck.
He missed the jump. They’d added one, and he forgot.
He landed on the face of the second, misjudging completely.
He hit his front tire first, and the bike flipped over his head.
Coop slammed into the dirt face-first. The pain screamed through his body like a fucking branding iron.
“Fuck!” He might have blacked out because he was on his side, the bike still between his legs.
The next moment, Dane and Kevin were next to him. “Don’t move, don’t move,” Dane blurted out. “Where does it hurt?” Not if it hurt; there was no way that crash didn’t hurt.
Kevin echoed Coach. “Don’t move. I’m calling the medics out.”
“I don’t think it’s my neck. Shoulder.” I shifted a little. “Back.”
“I said, don’t move.” Dane and Kevin worked together to slide the bike out of the way. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t…ugh…” Everything hurt. His leg. His hand. But his shoulder was the worst. “I don’t think it’s my neck.” Helmet and pads were a real thing. They did their job.
“God damn, kid. Stop moving. That bike landed on top of you. Backwards, like you scorpion’ed hard.”
Fuck. Legs over head backward, with a bike slamming into me. No wonder everything hurt. Fuck my life.
The medics arrived and placed him on a board. Rick was going to fucking kill him.