Chapter 6
Chapter Six
YURI
Iusually put a lot more thought into things like this.
A pro/con list wouldn’t be out of the question, or at least a few minutes to consider the possible ramifications and whether they would be worth it.
But for the first time in my life, I can’t seem to find the will to care about anything other than right now.
And right now, Cooper’s tongue is in my mouth, tasting like blueberries and weed and coffee, one of his hands firmly on my back, holding me close while he uses the other to open the door so we can stumble into his house without breaking the kiss.
Fuck, I never thought I’d be kissing him again.
I never thought that his fingers delicately tracing my spine and the familiar curve of his smile against my lips would be anything but my favorite memory.
But here we are, with my fingers tangled in his silky hair and our mouths falling into a ravenous rhythm like the last eight years never happened.
Except… he said he never thinks about me.
Wait, did he actually say that? Fuck, I can’t remember exactly.
Does it matter? Is there anything that could make me stop this right now?
No.
I sigh around his tongue again, letting go of everything else for now.
I know I’ll analyze the hell out of every second of this later, but that can be Future Yuri’s problem.
Present Yuri just wants to feel the hard shape of Cooper’s cock against mine and the slide of his tongue between my lips.
I stumble over something on the floor and I gasp against his mouth as I fall, dragging him down with me.
We crash to the floor in a tangled heap with a series of grunts and laughs.
“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Shoes.”
“It’s fine,” I pant, pulling him right back into the kiss. If we stop, I’ll start thinking too much, and that’s the last thing I want right now. The floor is as good as anywhere.
We grope and fumble with each other’s clothes, shedding them in a chaotic flurry, our mouths finding their way back into the deep, hungry kiss over and over.
His skin is warm and soft with just a little bit of sand clinging to random spots.
I laugh against his lips and brush some off of his nipple.
He bites down on my bottom lip and rolls his hips, slotting his stiff, bare cock against mine.
“Fuck, Coop,” I gasp, wrapping one of my legs around his and canting my hips to meet his slow, steady thrusts.
The unhurried rhythm of his cock dragging against mine is completely at odds with the desperate one we’ve found with our mouths.
I’m not complaining though. Fuck, I’m definitely not.
Not when I can feel every inch of his length pressed against mine, the heat of his bare, silky skin, his cockhead catching the sensitive underside of my crown with every thrust.
Pleasure builds in the pit of my stomach, tightening my balls and making my nipples hard and sensitive. They drag against his the same way our cocks have found their way back into a toe-curlingly familiar rhythm, sending little sparks through my body.
After a minute, our kiss slows to match the pace of our frotting instead of the other way around.
His lips caress mine, and I trace my fingertips along the smooth edge of his jaw, gasping and panting into his mouth.
Our tongues tangle, syrupy slow and just as sweet, muffling the soft moans we trade back and forth.
My hands trace a leisurely path along his body, rediscovering the landscape I never managed to forget.
It hasn’t changed much over the last eight years.
I finger the raised shape of a small scar on his belly where he burned himself as a teenager, then follow the familiar lines of his stomach up to his chest to thumb the hard nub of his nipple.
Cooper gasps into my mouth and his hips jerk out of rhythm, his cock spasming against mine.
I groan with satisfaction, not only because it’s hot as fuck to know I still remember how to turn him on, but because it hasn’t changed.
He’s still the man I once spent hours torturing by laving my tongue over his nipples until he finally came untouched.
Even if nothing else in my life feels sure or familiar, he still does.
“God, I love the sounds you make,” he murmurs, grabbing my other leg and coaxing me to wrap it around his hips. “I’m still not sure if you’re really here or if it’s just some crazy dream.”
I muffle a laugh around another lazy, tongue-heavy kiss, digging my fingers into his shoulder blades and my heels into his ass cheeks. My cock throbs against his and dribbles of precum slick between us. His? Mine? Probably both.
“Do you often have horny dreams about humping me on your floor?” My teasing question is punctuated by the moan he drags from deep in my gut with another grinding thrust.
Instead of answering me, he tugs my earlobe between his teeth and my back arches involuntarily at the tingle that shoots down my spine and settles in my balls.
“We need lube,” I say reluctantly, digging my fingers harder into his back just in case he gets the crazy idea to actually listen to me and go anywhere.
“Nuh-uh,” he disagrees, nibbling his way down from my earlobe, along my jaw and chin, all the way back to my lips. Every soft scrape of his teeth against my oversensitive skin makes my hips jerk and my cock throb against his.
“It’ll take us all afternoon to come like this without any lube,” I point out between trembling breaths, digging my heels harder into his flexing ass cheeks as he picks up his pace just enough to make my balls clench but not enough to give me any relief from the pulsing need at the base of my cock.
“You have somewhere to be, sweetness?” He smirks because he already knows the answer to that.
“Cooper,” I groan his name again, not in protest or as an attempt to convince him to speed things along, but just because it feels so damn good to say it like this, naked and pinned to the floor with his body moving against mine.
More precum trickles from both our slits to make our skin a little bit stickier.
It doesn’t take long before beads of sweat form too, slicking our bodies as we writhe against each other, lost in the dizzyingly slow grinding, panting against each other’s lips as much as we’re kissing, murmuring each other’s names between muffled grunts and groans and curses.
I have no idea how long we spend like that, kissing and humping and sweating on the floor just inside his front door.
Twenty minutes? An hour? Longer? It’s impossible to tell.
However long it is, the ache builds in my balls and the base of my cock and in my gut until it feels inevitable, no matter how torturously slow every one of Cooper’s thrusts are.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gasp, clawing at his back with my blunt fingernails, kissing him harder and jerking my hips faster, breaking our rhythm as a primal need takes over.
“Yeah,” he rasps, resting his forehead against mine and thrusting faster too. “Give me your cum, sweetness. I want it all over my fucking cock. Moan my name again, loud enough to let everyone know who makes you feel this damn good.”
“Cooper,” I cry out, tangling my fingers in his hair and thrusting wildly, pleasure exploding through me as my cock starts to pulse, spilling hot spurts of cum all over his just like he asked for.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and lets out a guttural moan, following me over the edge.
Our cocks spasm and throb against each other, our cum mixing and slicking our skin so we can grind our way through every shuddering wave of our shared orgasms. It goes on and on until we’re both sweaty and spent, lying in a motionless heap on the floor, trying to catch our breath.
LYRIC
“Fuuuuck, that was good.” I groan one last time, rolling my hips to drag my spent cock through our shared mess before flopping off of Yuri so he’ll be able to breathe.
“Top five,” he says.
I drag my eyes over him and do my best to commit the sight to memory; his skin flushed and glistening with sweat, our shared cum smeared across his belly and softening cock.
There’s a satisfied, sleepy smile on his face as he stretches out in the strip of sunlight coming through the window like a cat getting ready to take a nap.
“Top five ever or just top five for us?” I ask at the same time that I give in to an impulse and slide down between his legs.
I drag my tongue through the cooling puddle of cum on his belly and he gasps out a laugh, shoving at my head.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up.” I lick up another stripe of our mixed release from just below his belly button.
“Ever hear of a rag?” He laughs again, sliding his fingers into my hair instead of pushing me away again.
“A rag is… somewhere…” I scrunch my face and try to think about where for just a second before giving up. “My tongue is right here.”
The logic is pretty solid if you ask me, and Yuri must agree because he stops questioning it and lets me clean him.
When I get to his now soft cock, he gasps and squirms, making sounds that almost manage to get me hard all over again.
Once I’m satisfied, I stretch out next to him on the floor again.
“Top five ever?” I ask again. I’m not sure why I want to know. I don’t really want to think about who he’s been with over the last eight years. It doesn’t matter.
He bites his bottom lip, and I recognize that look in his eye, calculating and worrying. About what, I have no idea. It’s not like the question is a hard one.
“Yeah, Coop,” he rasps. “And don’t ask about the other top four because I’m not going to tell you.”
There’s a quaver in his voice that makes me think he probably would tell me if I pushed, but he doesn’t want to, so I let it go.
“I’m hungry,” I say instead, heaving myself up off the floor and wandering over to the kitchen just a few feet away. It’s an open floor plan, so I can see Yuri slowly sitting up among our scattered clothes while I open and close the cabinets in search of something to eat.
“That was fun. And hot. Not that I’m surprised. That part was always good between us,” he says, picking his clothes out from the strewn pile.
I grunt in agreement. He’s right about that.
Chemistry was never our problem. Honestly, we didn’t have a whole lot of problems aside from the fact that our lives were just going in different directions.
I swear I had cheese in here, but it’s not in the cheese drawer.
Cheese sounds really good right now, and maybe some fruit.
Oh, a cheese and fruit tray, that would be perfect… if I could find the cheese.
“What do you think?” he asks.
Damn, I must’ve missed what he said.
“I swear I had cheese. Maybe I already ate it though.” I frown, trying to picture myself eating it to see if that feels familiar.
“Cheese?” Yuri echoes.
“Sorry. I’m listening.” I open the cabinet to make sure I didn’t put the cheese in there, and yup, there it is. I knew I didn’t eat it. I pull out the wrapped hunk of cheddar and turn to face him. “How long do you think cheese stays good if it’s not refrigerated?”
He gives me a look I can’t read and pulls his shirt over his head, then drags his fingers through his hair to tame it as he answers.
“I don’t know, a few hours probably? I wouldn’t risk more than that.”
“Good call.” I chuck the hunk of cheese into the trash bin and when I turn back around, he’s slipping his shoes back on too.
“I should probably…” He points towards the door and shoots me an awkward smile.
“Are you sure? I still have fruit and some other stuff to eat.”
Yuri huffs a little laugh and shakes his head. “That’s okay. I’m going to see if I can get any of my underwear back from Storm’s place, and I think I have a shift at The Sand Bar tonight, I can’t remember exactly.”
That’s not like Yuri; he always knows his schedule. But I guess a good orgasm can scramble your brain with stuff like that.
I nod and hurry over as he opens the door, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him against me for just one more second. I don’t know if he expects that to be a one-time thing, but in case he does, I don’t want to let him leave without one last kiss.
He melts against me, digging his fingers into my bare chest and sighing against my lips again. I savor the softness of his mouth for just a few seconds before I let him go.
“See you around, yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah, Coop, I’ll see you.”