Chapter Four - Coop #2
He dropped his bag on the floor and opened the shower door.
There was no tub, only a shower big enough for one.
He turned the water on and stripped off his clothes.
T-shirt, boots and socks, jeans all hit the floor.
And his underwear. Standing naked in Rick’s bathroom had his dick waking up and taking a look around.
He was expecting action and would more than likely get it.
But how would he feel about it later? This was so not like any other hook-up he’d ever had.
Under the hot water, he scrubbed off the day’s dirt, using Rick’s soap and shampoo.
He’d come out smelling like the man and wasn’t sure he could handle it.
The scent was so masculine and warm, like nutmeg with a hint of pine that gave it an earthy edge.
He wanted to know what that smelled like on Rick’s skin.
He washed quickly, refraining from jacking off, though he wanted to.
He wanted to share that with Rick. He dried and got out, pulling a clean tee and sweatpants from his bag.
He dressed, then looked in the mirror. He shoved the waistband down, so they were merely hanging on his hip bones.
He nodded and winked at his reflection. He wanted to drive Rick wild.
When he opened the door and stepped back into the room, Rick was sitting on the bed with his hands clasped together in his lap and his back rigid, straight. He seemed nervous.
“Hey, relax, man. Nothing is going to happen here if you don’t want it to. We can just sleep.”
“What if I do want it to?” He may have been nervous, but Rick was also bold. Coop recognized the hunger in his broody eyes.
Coop stretched his arms out to the sides, as if to say he was all Rick’s.
Then he smiled again, leaving Coop’s heart a fluttering mess. “Come on.” He nodded to the bed. “You’re not going to make me sleep on the couch, are you?”
“Oh, hell no.” He pulled that tight t-shirt over his head as he stood.
Then he dropped his jeans. Coop’s mouth watered, watching his little show.
He wanted to mouth over that half-hard cock tenting his boxers.
Before he could move, Rick turned and yanked the covers down, revealing clean, light blue sheets. He crawled in. “Come on.”
There was no way in hell or on earth that Coop wasn’t crawling into that bed. He slid in beside Rick’s cool body. He wanted to press himself against all that exposed flesh, but Rick must have had other plans. He slid over to the far side. “Night,” he said, turning his back to Coop.
Was he joking, playing, or serious? He stretched out, close to the opposite edge, wondering what Rick’s game was. He wanted to pull the man closer, but the butterflies in his stomach warned him to stay still. He waited.
It didn’t take long before Rick’s foot crept toward him, beneath the covers. He rubbed his toes along Coop’s leg. Coop turned to his side, facing Rick, and reached his hand out to cup his hip. “Hey? Are you afraid of me?”
“No, uh, not at all.”
“Then what? You’re putting on a shy act to get my attention?”
Rick snorted a laugh. “No, I’m just trying to decide how to proceed.” He flipped over and faced Coop. He saw the outline of his head, his perfect ear, and firm jawline.
“Well, how about like this?” Coop leaned in and pressed his lips against Rick’s. He half expected Rick to pull back and reject him, but he didn’t. In fact, he did the opposite. He pressed closer, opened his mouth, and sighed into Coop’s.
It felt like a dream. Rick slid his tongue over Coop’s, then back.
Coop chased after it. Those pesky butterflies were back, but they’d exploded out of his stomach and swirled and fluttered throughout his entire body.
And down to his groin. His cock filled out, full and ready.
He maneuvered around to get as close as he could.
Rick’s cold hand slipped into the back of his sweatpants, touching bare skin, and Coop moaned loudly.
Rick pulled back. “Shh...we have to be quiet.”
“Doesn’t your roommate know what we’re up to in here. Does he know you’re gay?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “But he has to get some sleep. He has a trip tomorrow.”
“Oh. I can be quiet.” Coop rolled his hips, pressing that hard cock into Rick’s body, and Rick pressed back. “Maybe...”
Rick grabbed at the material around Coop’s hips and yanked. “You have to get these off.” He lifted his body so Rick could pull them down. It left him naked from the waist down. “Fuck!” Rick swore and rubbed his hands over Coop’s skin.
“I thought you said quiet.”
“Shut it.” His hands rubbed underneath the tee and over Coop’s chest, fingers playing with his hair, then down to his abdomen, where he stuck his finger in Cooper’s belly button. Then even lower. He took a slow, sure stroke of Coop’s dick, then turned his wrist and fondled his balls. “You like?”
“You see how hard my dick is?”
Rick laughed. “Let’s try something.”
“If it’s more getting naked. I’m in.”
They both pulled off the last few scraps of clothes and returned to the center of the bed.
They entwined their legs and pulled their bodies close so Coop could touch most of his skin.
Coop kissed up Rick’s neck, nibbling lightly until he shivered.
He couldn’t resist rubbing his hands down Rick’s muscular back.
The man was in good shape, almost as good as Cooper.
Rick took their cocks in hand, rubbed them together, and stroked. It felt incredible, and Coop couldn’t hold back. He humped against Rick, his dick sliding between Rick’s hand and cock. “Gah...”
“Yeah...” Rick answered.
The bed shook with their thrusts, banging against the wall. Then, the roommate knocked on the opposite wall and yelled, “Quiet down!”
Coop burst out laughing, but Rick grunted. He must have been close. “Come on then,” Coop whispered and grabbed Rick’s dick. “Come for me.” He stroked and squeezed the way he liked it.
“Touch my balls.” Rick’s words were a command that Coop wasn’t about to ignore.
He grabbed and pulled at them. Rick’s hips moved faster, then he grunted again and came with gusto.
His fluid shot out all over Coop’s hands and hips.
He used it to coat his own cock. Sliding up and down.
“Yeah, you’re turn.” Rick flicked his fingers over Coop’s balls and under them to slide along his taint.
He gripped Coop’s hip with his other hand and yanked him forward, encouraging Coop to fuck into his own hand. “You’re sexy as fuck, Coop.”
Those words whispered in Coop’s ear had him chasing after his orgasm hard.
He needed to come. Needed Rick to be right there with him when he did.
It built inside him, both too fast and too slow.
Rick flicked a finger over the tip of his dick, then slid his palm down it.
Coop came hard. He jerked his hips forward and let the spasm go. When it ended, he lay back and sighed.
No, this wasn’t a normal hook-up. Not at all.