Chapter 17
Cooper
“You’re in an awfully good mood.” My dad chuckles as I practically skip my way into the kitchen.
“Nothing awful about it.” I grin, pulling the fridge door open. “I feel great. Better than great, I feel amazing. Fantastic, over the moon!”
“Well that's wonderful,” he says with amusement. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with winning the game on Friday, would it?”
“I mean, yeah that was an epic win.” I open the milk cartoon and take a drink before putting it back. “But, no. That is not the reason.”
“Might I ask what is, then?” He crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair with a knowing grin on his face.
“Well, you see, Blake and I, yeah, we’re kind of dating now.” I can’t keep the stupid grin off my face.
“It’s about time.” He chuckles. “With the way you are together, I’m surprised you two haven’t been dating for awhile now.”
“It happened how it was supposed to happen.” I shrug. “But yeah, we’re official. Sounds weird to say. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I’m excited, but also terrified of fucking up, you know?”
“You have nothing to worry about. Keep acting the way you have been. That’s what made Blake fall for you, isn't it?”
He has a point.
“And wait. Never had a boyfriend? Are you telling me you’re a—”
“Virgin?” I snort. “God no.”
His brows jump. “You didn’t have to say it like that.”
“I mean, I’m not a manwhore or anything.” I chuckle. “But I also haven’t been innocent for years now. Just because I’ve had sex, doesn’t mean I’ve had boyfriends. None of them felt right. But with Blake, I want so much more than just a good time, I want everything with him.”
Dad's smile grows. “You love him, don’t you?”
“Woah. Love is a big word, Dad. We’ve only known each other for about two months.”
“Yeah, but when you know, you know.” His smile turns sad. “I knew the moment I laid my eyes on your mother, she was the one for me.”
My heart hurts thinking about her.
“It’s the same way for me.” My lips twitch.
“I’m happy for you, son. You deserve it.”
“Thanks.”
I leave a half hour early so I can pick Blake up.
Yesterday, we spent the whole day together, like always, but this time it involved kissing. A lot of kissing. Then I went home and jerked off in the shower about three times before I could get my damn dick to go down.
I’ll never get tired of kissing him. The way his body feels against mine, his hands greedy, gripping at my hair, my back, all of me. The little moans he makes that has my cock leaking with need for him.
He drives me wild, sets my blood on fire. I’m addicted. And that's just kissing. Whenever I get to taste him, feel him around me, I know I’ll be hooked for life.
This is new for Blake, so I don’t want to push him into something he’s not ready for.
I also don’t want him to think I’m with him just for sex.
I’m not. We can never have sex and I’d still want to be with him.
There’s other ways to get sexual pleasure, like toys.
I don’t need sex from him, I just need him.
I can’t speak for Blake, but from the way he grinds on me like a cat in heat, I don’t think sex is off the table for him.
Still, I plan on letting him take the lead until he hands the reins over to me.
Pulling up to Blake’s house, I grin when I see him sitting on the front step, waiting for me.
My heart starts to race, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the mere sight of him. His eyes lock with mine and my heart damn near explodes at the shy but happy smile he gives me back.
“Hey, Latte Boy,” I roll my window down and shout. “Get your sexy ass in here.”
I can see his cheeks grow pink from here. Grabbing his bag, he rushes to my car.
“I have neighbors you know.” He sighs.
“Shit, sorry. I should have asked you if you wanted to tell people about us first.” My eyes widen.
“Do you not want anyone knowing?” His brows furrow.
“Fuck no. I want the whole damn world to know you’re mine.” I snort. “But if that's not something you’re ready for, I’m okay keeping it between us.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t care who knows. I, ah, I want people to know.”
“Yeah?” My voice lowers as I lean in. Gripping his chin with my fingers, I pull him closer. “You okay if I put my claim on you?”
His lips part, breathing coming in little pants. “Yes,” he whispers.
“Good.” My lips brush against his and my body ignites. He whimpers and my cock twitches. “Because I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you, Blake. Now that you’re mine, I want to fucking drink you in. Fair warning, I think I’m going to be a needy, clingy, touchy boyfriend.”
“Good,” he groans. “Me too.”
Capturing his lips with mine, I kiss him, tongue swiping against his lips, demanding him to open.
He lets me in willingly, parting his lips, welcoming my tongue in to slide over his.
He moans, melting into the kiss, eagerly moving his lips and tongue against mine.
We kiss until we’re both panting messes.
“I really fucking hate that practice is right now.” I groan against his lips, pulling back to see his wide, lust filled eyes. “I’d much rather be doing this.”
“Me too,” he whispers, the tips of his ears growing red.
Leaning back into my seat, I grin and take his hand in mine, entwining my fingers with his.
“How was your night?” I ask, kissing the back of Blake’s hand.
“It was okay. Still tired.”
I cast him a quick look as we head down the road. “Shit. You could have slept in.”
He shrugs. “I like coming to practice with you.”
Like normal, I work Sunday mornings and Blake works Sunday nights. He came with me to work and I went to work with him. Not something we can always do, because I’m sure his boss won’t like it, but I didn’t want to leave his side for very long. Not after finally getting my man.
I drove Blake to and from work. We ended up parking outside his house and making out for nearly an hour before he went in. Then when I got home, we stayed up for two more hours lying in bed, talking on the phone.
I’ve been spending a lot more time at my dad’s place. At this point, I think I might take him up on his offer to move back in. The football house just isn’t the same to me anymore.
“Don’t come just because you want to please me, okay? I’ll live if you turn me down every once in a while.”
“I know.”
“You’re not going to, are you?” I shoot him a grin.
“You know me too well.” He huffs.
“Guess that happens when you spend every waking hour with someone.”
“Do we spend too much time together?” Blake asks.
“I don’t think so, why? Do you?” I frown.
“No. I don’t know. I mean, if I’m not spending my free time with you I’d just be at home doing nothing. So, for me, I’m not missing out on anything.”
“But you think I am?” My frown grows.
“Maybe? Before me, you had a whole life. It must have changed a lot. I don’t want you to miss out on things because of me.”
“Trust me, baby, I’m missing out on nothing. Before meeting you, all I did was schoolwork and football. If anything, since meeting you, I’ve been able to do a lot more. With your help with tutoring, I’m not drowning in schoolwork all the time and I’ve been able to hang out with my friends more.”
“Yeah, but I’m always there with you.”
“So what? They’re your friends too. You being there doesn’t change my experience hanging out with them. Plus, Val picks on you now instead of me.” I grin, making him chuckle.
I’m not stupid, I know he’s overthinking things. Blake is insecure and I hate that for him. He’s an amazing guy and I wish he could see that.
He’s afraid of messing things up, of becoming a burden, and scaring off his new friends. He’s never said anything about it to me, but I can see it in the way he acts. Second guessing things, always watching what he says. With time it seems to be getting better. He’s more relaxed now, more open.
None of it is his fault. He spent years being tormented and every time I think about it I want to find every fucking person who made him feel bad, or hurt him, and make them pay.
But I can’t. What I can do is show him how loved he is.
Not just by me, but by our friends. They see this about Blake too, but will never point it out to him.
It’s another reason why I love my friends so much.
They see Blake’s uncertainties and subtly do their best to ease them without him noticing.
We pull into the campus parking lot. Parking the car, I undo my seatbelt and turn to face him.
“You’re worried you’re too much, right? Too clingy and needy, yes?”
Shame floods his face. He tries to look away, but I grip his chin, making him look at me.
“Don’t be. Maybe this will scare you off, but baby, I’m obsessed with you.
I want to spend all my free time with you, not because I think you want to, but because I don’t want to be anywhere else but with you.
If I’m not with you, you’re all I think about.
It’s better for my sanity if I’m with you, rather than not. ”
“Really?” His eyes flick between mine.
“Baby, you’re going to get so sick of me, so fast. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands or lips off you. I’ve gotten a taste and I’m hooked.”
He bites his lower lip and I let out a low groan, my cock twitching at the sight.
“And you wouldn’t be annoyed with me if I did the same?”
“No.” I shake my head, leaning in to suck his lower lip into my mouth. “I’m all yours, baby. Anything you want, you can have.”
“Even if what I want is coffee?”
I chuckle against his lips. “That I can do.”
We head inside and grab our regular order before heading to practice.
Blake and I part ways at the field. He heads for the bleachers and I head to the locker room.
“Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or were you kissing Blake just a few seconds ago?” Brody asks, joining me at my locker.
“Nope. No need to worry about your sight, old man. You saw right.” I grin, closing the locker door.
“Old man.” He snorts. “I’m only a year older than you.”
“Yeah, but you’re like a dad now and you work at the university. That’s all old people stuff.”