Chapter 12 #2
Swallowing thickly, my eyes betray me and trail down his bare back, to his firm, naked ass, causing my pulse to pick up speed.
When my gaze drifts down, finding his hand wrapped around his cock, I clamp down a whimper.
Cooper is pleasuring himself in the shower, his breathing heavy, his hand moving quickly over his impressive length.
I’m frozen in place. I know I should leave, that this isn’t something I’m meant to see, but I can’t seem to make my body move.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he curses, his hand moving faster. And then I see it, the moment he finds his release.
Cooper makes a low, guttural groan as his body tenses. My eyes stay locked on his shaft, watching as streams of cum shoot out and hit the tile wall.
But that's not the only thing that has my mind racing a mile a minute. It’s what he’s moaning as he cums.
“Blake,” he groans. “Fuck, Blake.”
At the sound of my name, I spin around and dart out of the bathroom.
Plastering my back to the wall, next to the bathroom door, I close my eyes and take in deep breaths.
Holy fuck. I can’t believe I just saw that. Just heard that.
He’s jerking off. To the thought of me.
I’m not sure how I thought this would make me feel, but it’s not anger or disgust.
For the first time, the thought of someone else has me aroused. I look down at the bulge in my jeans in surprise. No. I didn’t hate what Cooper was doing in there. Not at all.
The sound of the shower turning off makes my eyes dart to the door in a panic.
Shit, shit, shit. He’s done. What if he finds out I was spying on him like a creep?
I take off down the hall, taking the steps two at a time and don’t stop until I’m in the bathroom.
“Fuck,” I pant heavily, leaning against the sink.
Eyes closed, I try to steady my breathing, but my head is a mess.
So much is happening in my brain right now that I feel like it might overload.
“Blake?” A knock on the door has me jumping, heart leaping into my throat. “You okay in there?”
“Ah, yeah.” I clear my throat, voice shaky. “Haven’t taken a shower just yet. I, ah, I need a towel. Do you know where I can get one?”
“Shit. Yeah, let me go grab you one, sorry about that.”
Pushing away from the sink, I start to pace. Running hands through my hair, grabbing at strands, I try to come to terms with what this means.
I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before, for Cooper. Both emotionally and physically.
I can deny it all I want, but I think my friends are right.
I like Cooper. I like him a lot, and not just as a friend.
Because I can tell you now, I’ve never gotten hard for a friend before.
I’ve never gotten hard for anyone, really.
The sight of him like that, though, the sound he made when he came?
My name on his lips as he finished had me aroused.
Pure fucking joy and smug satisfaction fills me. I make him feel that way. I make him aroused. He finds me attractive enough to be turned on by me. Enough to make him have to pleasure himself.
But what if it’s just physical? What if all he feels for me is a sexual attraction?
“Stop overthinking everything.” I pull at the strands of my hair again.
Another knock at the door has me spinning around. “I got that towel for you.”
With shaky limbs, I open the door and stick my hand out.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“Are you sure you’re okay in there?”
“Yeah,” I lie. “I’m fine. I’ll be quick.”
“No rush. Meet you up in my room?”
“Yeah.”
Closing the door, I lock it this time and place the towel on the counter. Not wanting to continue my inner crisis, I turn the shower on and strip out of my clothes.
Once I’m under the hot spray, I close my eyes and let the water fall over me.
I stand there for far too long, wondering what to do next. Do I tell him how I feel? And if I do, will he feel the same way? Can I handle being rejected?
No, I can’t. Maybe it’s dramatic, but I think it would crush me if he didn’t have the same feelings for me.
I can’t keep this to myself, though, right?
Ugh. I hate this. I hate not knowing what to do with these feelings, or what to say. Or how to act.
By the time I’m finally washing my hair, I decide I’ll take things slow, put a feeler out for Cooper and see if I can notice anything.
“Like you know what to look for,” I mutter to myself as I rinse the shampoo out.
Next is my body. When I get to my lower half, I become aware of the fact I’m still hard.
“What the hell?” I groan.
I’ve masturbated before. While it’s not often, I do enjoy it. It’s a nice release, but there’s never been any meaning behind it. I just focus on the feeling and then the release.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I try to relieve some of the pressure, but it only turns me on more.
Closing my eyes, I start to stroke myself. The first person to pop into my head is Cooper. His smile, the way it makes my heart flutter. His laughter, how it’s like its own type of music. And the way he is with me? His little winks and soft grins. The way he takes care of me without knowing.
My breathing comes in heavy, my hand working faster. My balls are aching and my cock is harder than ever. I feel lightheaded, all the blood rushing to my shaft.
My thoughts shift to what Cooper was doing. Only in my head, I’m on my knees, his cock in my mouth, his hand tangled in my hair as I look up at him with pure lust. He’s breathing heavily, looking down at me with awe and need.
I want to make him feel good, to pleasure him, to make him crazy for me.
I work his cock over, sucking hard, taking him down my throat.
“Oh fuck!” I whimper as my body tenses. My orgasm crashes into me, nearly taking me off my feet as my cock thickens and pulses in my hands, thick streams of cum shoot free and splash against the shower floor.
I bite my lip hard, not wanting him to hear my moans as I work myself over until my balls are empty.
Head spinning, I lean against the wall to catch my breath as my heart threatens to break free from my chest.
Once I’m able to think again, I realize what I just did.
Fucking hell, I jerked off in his shower. No, not his shower, his father’s.
Guilt and shame fill me as I grab the bottle of shampoo and squirt some on the floor. I get down on my hands and knees and do my best to wash away any of my release.
When I’m done, I get out, dry off and then stare at the pile of clothes.
Cooper’s clothes.
My heart races as I grab them and pull them on. Closing my eyes, I breathe in his scent and a warm feeling settles over me.
I’m wearing his clothes. It shouldn't be a big deal, he’s borrowed mine before. Yet, I snuggle into the warmth of his hoodie and smile.
What the hell are you smiling about? You just jerked off in his father’s bathroom like a creep.
My cheeks heat and I rush out of the bathroom, away from the scene of the crime.
When I get to Cooper’s room, he’s laying down on top of his bed.
If my heart keeps doing this, I’m worried I’m going to have a heart attack. This can’t be healthy, can it?
When he notices me standing there like a dumbass, he grins. And yup, I’m dead.
“There you are.” He sits up with a chuckle. “So. Do you wanna play Mario Kart, or go to bed?”
I awkwardly step into his room and shrug. “We can play.”
My head is way too much of a mess to be able to sleep right now.
“Cool.” He gets up and goes to his dresser. He grabs his Switch controllers and hands one to me. “You sure?” He chuckles, grinning as I accept it. “I’m going to beat your ass, you know that right?”
My eyes widen, cheeks going hot.
He means in the game, stupid. Get your mind out of the gutter.
“We’ll see about that,” I grumble, unable to look him in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asks, his smile falling.
Be normal, Blake. You’re freaking him out.
“I’m fine.” I force a smile, but I don’t think he believes it.
“Okay. Let's play,” he says, not pushing. I’m kind of glad because if he kept pushing, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold back from telling him that I like him, that I want to be with him, that I want him to be my boyfriend and to never leave me.
And I’d really like to not freak him out and send him running. The thought of losing him as a friend has me holding back tears.
We sit on his bed and play. After the fourth round, I start to relax a little more and actually enjoy myself.
“Victory is mine,” he cheers when he wins another game. “Wanna go again?”
“I think we should get to bed.” I chuckle. “You’ve kicked my ass enough tonight.”
“I mean, you never know, maybe you’ll win the next one.” He bites his lower lip, trying to hold back a smile. Why do I find it adorable?
“I’d rather not find out.”
“Fineeee.” He sighs, taking the controllers and shuts everything off. He grabs a pillow and heads for the door. “I’m gonna crash on the couch. If you need anything, just let me know.”
“Wait!” I rush out, not wanting him to leave.
He pauses at the door. “What's up?”
“You don’t have to sleep on the couch. This is your bed. You can sleep here too.” I could offer to take the couch, but I don’t.
“You sure you’re okay sharing a bed?” he asks. “It’s fine. I can sleep on the couch.”
“It’s a queen size bed. There’s enough room for the both of us.” I shrug.
“You sure?”
“Just get in the damn bed, Cooper.” I sigh heavily.
He chuckles and joins me back on the bed. “Just wanted to make sure.”
As we pull back the blankets, I start to get nervous. Am I really going to sleep in the same bed as Cooper?
I’ve never slept in the same bed as anyone. What if I snore, or talk in my sleep? Oh god, what if I fart in my sleep!? I’d die if this man heard me fart.
We climb into bed and I lay there, stiff as a board as Cooper gets comfortable.
“I have my alarm set for five-thirty. Since we just showered, we can just climb out of bed and head to the shop. You okay with that?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Night, Latte Boy,” Cooper teases.
“Night, Golden Boy,” I murmur back.
He flicks off the light, cloaking us in darkness.
I stare up at the ceiling for fifteen minutes before I accept the fact that I’m not getting any sleep tonight.