Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
YURI
As soon as we’re through the door to my place, Cooper’s hands are on me, sliding down my back to grab my ass, our mouths crashing together with matching desperation.
I don’t know how, but the past few weeks since we last had our hands on each other feels longer than the eight years I spent thinking I’d never see him again.
I can’t stop touching him, sliding my hands under his shirt and up to his chest. My palms drag over his stiff nipples, and he groans against my lips.
We kick our shoes off without breaking the kiss and I grin against his mouth.
I roll the hard peak of his nipple between my thumb and finger, and he moans again, jerking his hips to grind his hard cock against mine.
I walk us backward through the house in the dark, drunk on the taste of him.
Everything inside me wants to ask him what this means, if it means anything at all or if we’re just exorcising the ghosts of our past so we can both finally move on.
But I take a leaf out of his book for a change and decide not to ruin a good thing by thinking about it too much.
Our tongues slide and stroke over each other, hot and wet, muffling the soft sounds that vibrate between us.
He squeezes my ass and I groan against his lips, feeling the stiff length of his cock between us, nudging mine as we clumsily make our way to my bedroom.
I grab a fistful of the hem of his shirt and tug it up until we’re forced to break the kiss so I can get it off.
Mine joins his on the floor right outside my bedroom door, then we collide again, nothing but lips and tongues and groping hands.
The backs of my legs bump against the bed and Cooper smiles against my lips.
“Tired of hooking up on the floor?” He reaches for the button on my shorts and tugs it loose. They slide off my hips and pool around my feet, and I kick them off.
“Nah, I just figured we’d try a bed again for old times’ sake,” I tease. Although, yeah, it did take over a week for the bruises on my back to heal after that hammock collapse. Totally worth it though.
He palms me through my soft bamboo briefs, tightening the fabric around my cock as he wraps his fingers around my base. I gasp and let my head loll back, and Cooper licks a hot stripe up the column of my throat.
“Anything else you want to do for old times’ sake?” There’s still a teasing tone in his voice, but I know what he’s asking for. My cock throbs in his grasp and I nod.
“I don’t have any condoms here,” I say reluctantly. I haven’t been with anyone since I got tested last, but I’m sure he’s taken plenty of advantage of living on Palm Island.
He keeps stroking me slowly, backing me down onto the bed. He climbs on top of me and hovers over me, his lips inches from mine.
“It’s been a while,” he admits. “I got tested at the end of last season and haven’t been with anybody since.”
Maybe it’s stupid to take his word for it, but it’s Cooper. He’s never lied to me. And, fuck, I want this, I want him. I want his cock inside me with nothing between us, and to feel the hot squeeze of his hole around me, just like we used to. I want to pretend like it’s still just us.
I nod and he squeezes my cock a little tighter. My hips jerk off the bed, and I groan into the sliver of space between our mouths. “Lube is in the drawer.”
I tug the drawstring on his board shorts loose while he reaches into the nightstand for the bottle of lube I have stashed there. I bought a three-pack and I’m already down to the last bottle because I can’t stop jerking off thinking about the next time I’ll be alone with him again.
He tosses me the bottle and shoves his shorts down, his cock bouncing free and swinging between us, hard and thick, uncut, his foreskin rolled back and his cockhead glistening with precum.
I shove my underwear down with one hand, grinding my cock against his hip when I arch off the bed to get the material past my ass.
I squirt a generous amount of lube onto two fingers, then I hand the bottle back to him.
He does the same before climbing off of me so we can reposition.
We roll to face each other on the bed, sliding our arms around each other so we can finger each other at the same time.
His cock drags against mine and we both groan as we fall into another deep, wild kiss.
His fingertips tease my rim, slick and warm.
My insides heat and ache to be filled, but my cock wants something else—the tight squeeze of Cooper’s hole, pulsing around me as he comes.
I stroke his hole in slow circles, both of us panting into each other’s mouths. He eases two fingers inside me and I do the same, burying them two knuckles deep. Fuck, he’s so hot and tight. My cock throbs, spilling precum onto his tip to mix with his.
“I missed this,” he murmurs, gently biting my bottom lip and fucking his fingers in and out of me maddeningly slowly.
It’s not the same as saying he missed me, but it sounds enough like it that it’s easy to pretend that’s what he means.
“Me too.”
He kisses me again, tangling our tongues, getting lost in the slow fingering and grinding, silently daring each other to be the first one to beg. I break first. I always break first.
“Please, Coop,” I moan. “Fuck me.”
“Fuck, I forgot how much I missed hearing you say that. Come here.”
He slides his fingers out shockingly fast, and I gasp as my balls clench.
He only gives me a second to do the same before grabbing me around the waist and rolling us over so I’m on top of him, straddling his hips.
I shimmy into position and reach back to wrap my fingers around his thick base to line him up with my hole.
I notch his cockhead against my rim and slowly lower myself onto it, filling my hole inch by inch. It sounds so fucking cliché, but I always felt like Cooper’s cock was somehow designed for me, hitting every spot just right without even having to try. I bottom out and grind down onto it.
“Fuck, Yuri, no one feels like you.”
I don’t care if it’s a lie, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
My cock throbs and my inner muscles clench around him as I slide up and then fill myself all over again.
His cockhead drags against my prostate with every bouncing thrust, and my cock slaps against my stomach, then his, over and over, faster and faster.
Fuck, I could come. It wouldn’t take much; I’m already almost there.
He wouldn’t be mad, but I know what he really wants.
I brace my hands on his shoulders and force myself to stop riding him.
With the tip of his cock just inside my rim, I hold for a second so he can feel the fluttering in my muscles, tensing and aching for release.
We breathe heavily against each other’s mouths for a minute before I pull all the way off and shift down, rearranging us so I’m between his spread thighs, his legs wrapped loosely around me.
I grab the bottle of lube that’s still lying on the bed and squirt some more onto my cock.
I stroke myself to spread it out and tease his rim with my crown.
“You know I’m gonna come in no time once you stick it in me,” he says with a rusty laugh. His voice is hoarse from moaning and it gives me a primal kind of satisfaction that I made him sound that way.
“Good,” I murmur, smiling before sucking his bottom lip between my teeth and thrusting into his hot hole.
His back arches and I slide my hands up his toned belly, all the way up to his chest. I pinch both of his nipples gently and his cock spasms between us, slapping against his belly with every thrust. He feels so damn good wrapped around me, twitching and tightening, squeezing my cock.
I roll his nipples roughly, the way I know will make him scream.
He doesn’t disappoint, wailing loudly and clenching hard around me.
The tight grip around my cock makes my eyes roll back and my toes curl.
I groan into his mouth as I slide my tongue back between his lips.
We trade muffled grunts and sighs, murmuring unintelligible words to each other as I snap my hips faster, heat gathering in my gut and tightening around the base of my cock.
My balls are aching and heavy, slapping against his ass with every thrust.
“Just like that,” he pants. “Fuck, Yuri, give it to me.”
My cock stiffens inside of him, and my balls draw even tighter. I tug his nipples a little more roughly, his muscles quivering and precum spurting from his cock with every pinch.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Cooper howls, arching into me again, grinding his cock against my belly as his hole clenches tight around me and starts to pulse. Hot ropes of his cum spill onto my skin and I slam my hips against him, filling him deep, grinding into his twitching, throbbing hole.
I moan against his lips and paint his guts with my release. I gasp his name and moan through the endless orgasm until we’re both drained and breathless, then I collapse on top of him. My softening cock slips out of his hole, and I feel a gush of my cum along with it. He shudders and we both laugh.
LYRIC
“I must be sweeping that top five list of yours by now,” I joke.
Yuri chuckles and sits up, grabbing a water bottle from his nightstand, uncapping it, and taking a sip. He passes it to me when he’s done and I finish it off.
“Top ten for sure.”
“Bullshit,” I snort.
He shakes his head and grins at me. “You’re not going to trick me into telling you my top five list.”
“Bet it’s all me anyway.”
Yuri rolls his eyes, which is as good as a confession if you ask me.
“Ugh, it’s so late,” he groans.
“Middle of the night, without a doubt.” That one’s easy.
It’s daytime that always seems to trip me up, maybe because there’s always shit people expect you to be doing at specific times during the day.
In the middle of the night, it’s enough to know that it won’t be morning for hours and leave it at that.
He chuckles and stares at me for a second like he’s waiting for something. I cock my head.
“I need a shower and then I need many, many hours of silence and sleep.”
“Oh, you’re kicking me out? Just say that next time, sweetness. You know you can’t expect me to get those subtle hints and shit.” I rake my fingers through my tangled hair and look around for my clothes.
“I’m not kicking you out. This was fun, I’m glad you came back with me. If you want to stay…”
I shut him up with a quick kiss. “I was teasing, Yur. I’m not mad; you need sleep.”
He yawns like me just saying it was enough to remind him again how tired he is.
My hole is tender and when I stand up, I can feel the wetness from the lube and Yuri’s cum. Fuck, that’s hot. I pull my shorts on, then my shirt.
“Did I bring my guitar here?” I frown and look around, even though I’m sure it’s not in the bedroom, even if I did bring it back to the house.
“Oh, shit, no, I think you left it at the beach. Sorry. I should have noticed when we got up.”
I wave his apology off. “I’ll swing back by and see if it’s still there. It’s not that far.”
Yuri’s sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked and looking well fucked and goddamn perfect like he always does. He frowns at me.
“It’s late, you should go straight home and look for it in the morning.”
“Maybe.” I shrug. I’ll probably see how I feel once I start walking. Honestly, I could forget about my guitar as soon as I step out the door.
“I’m sure Raven or someone grabbed it for you,” he says.
“Why are you being weird?” I chuckle, moving to stand in front of him and sliding my hand along his jaw to tilt his face up towards me.
“You’re not jealous, are you? Because you’re fucking crazy if you think I have any interest in going back to the beach and finding another hookup tonight after you just fucked my soul right out of my body. ”
He scoffs but he doesn’t actually deny it, just hooks his hand around the back of my neck and drags me down to his mouth for another slow, lingering kiss.
“Go. Before I change my mind and beg you to stay and sleep next to me.” He gives me a little shove in the middle of my chest.
He wouldn’t have to beg, but okay. If he wants me to leave, I’ll go.
“See you around, sweetness.” I straighten up and shoot him a wink before I leave.
It’s pitch dark outside, and even the sounds from the beach have quieted down, so there’s nothing but the white noise of the ocean and the rustle of wind through the palms. I pluck a fresh joint out of my pocket, along with my lighter, and stick it between my lips.
The orange spark lights up the darkness, and I drag in a lungful and hold it while I jog down the steps from Yuri’s porch before letting it out slowly.
A massive shape looms in the shadows near the road. I smile to myself and take another toke.
“Hey, Lux,” I say casually.
He grunts and we fall into step with each other as soon as I hit the gravel road.
“Good night?” he asks, and I can almost hear the smirk in his voice. He’s too polite to demand gossip like the rest of the guys would. I guess that’s why I answer him honestly.
“Excellent fucking night.” I hold the joint out towards him and he takes it.
We pass it back and forth a few times while we walk until it’s spent. Between the weed, the orgasm, and the steady sound of our footsteps on the gravel path, sleep is definitely calling me. It might have been nice to stay and fall asleep in Yuri’s bed, but this is probably better.
If we keep things uncomplicated, it won’t hurt when he leaves.