Epilogue - Coop
Coop had a made-up little song going through his head as they got up. While he fixed their coffee, he even did a little dance. They’d gone to Rick’s brother’s wedding to Julia this past weekend and now all he could think about was when he was going to marry Rick. Thus…the song.
I’m getting married. We’re getting married. It’s our turn and we’re gonna be awesome. We’re gonna be happy. We’re getting married.
It ran in a loop, and perhaps he needed to add more words, but honestly he didn’t care. He hummed as he brought a mug of coffee into Rick. “Good morning, Soldier Boy…” he sang.
“You’re too happy this morning.” Rick rubbed his eye with a fist. He was so adorable, and Coop was privileged to see that cute face every day—well, almost every day—for the rest of his life.
“It’s our turn next, you know? We’re going to get married, and I’m so fucking happy, dude.”
That made Rick smile and reach for the coffee. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Coop sat on the bed beside his fiancé.
Wow, he had a fiancé. “So, what are you doing today?” Coop was heading to the track.
He had two things he needed to do. One was a coaching session for Nate, but the other was testing a couple of bikes.
Since coaching didn’t pay as much as winning a race, he felt he needed to add some more income here and there, and a few teams were now shipping bikes out for him to test. He was damned good at it too, and the demand was growing.
Today’s ride was going to be two 450 bikes for Apex.
So, he was thrilled. But he didn’t really want to leave Rick on his last day off.
Rick gave him a shrug. “I don’t know. Nothing. We have a lot coming up to get ready for starting bright and early tomorrow, so…”
“So you’re going to play sloth?”
“Maybe.”
“I have a better idea.”
Rick snorted a laugh. “You always have better ideas.”
“Well, this one involves me and you and bikes. Come ride with me, Rick.” The expression on Rick’s face was shifting into decision mode. He was probably weighing pros and cons. Well, it was what Rick did, but Coop wanted to play to his more playful side. So he had to up the stakes. “I dare you.”
“What?”
“I dare you. Come on. I double-dog-dare you. Can you hang with this, Soldier Boy?” Coop ran a hand down his chest and did a little dance, wiggling his hips.
His antics cracked Rick up, which was Coop’s intention. “Alright, my sexy Hot Wheels. You’re in. I’ve never rode a motorcycle, though. You’re going to have to teach me.”
“No problem. Haven’t you heard? I’m coaching racers now.”
Rick rolled his eyes, but he got up. They showered together, getting each other off of course, then dressed and jumped in Coop’s new truck. He felt it was beyond time to get one. Look at him being an adult.
In the end, for the sake of time, one of the racers, Craige Lee, spent time working with Rick on how to ride.
He was hanging out waiting for his coach, Cameron Reagan, whose flight had been delayed.
So he volunteered. Coop always took Craige to be a little bit of a cranky-ass, but as long as he treated Rick nice, he was okay with it.
While they worked on riding 101, Coop coached Nate around a few laps.
He walked out on the track and pointed out the huge ruts in the whoops section that had developed after yesterday’s rides. Tractors would come later to clean it up, but Coop took advantage of it, by having Nate practice navigating them.
Then they took a lunch break, while the tractors were on the track.
Rick was so excited, he was practically jumping out of his gear, which looked so fucking sexy on him.
Coop never thought he’d see Rick in riding gear, and damn…
He followed Rick to dump the garbage in the bin, checking out his ass the whole way.
Then he grabbed him and pulled Rick’s back into his chest. “Damn, you look good. Can’t keep my hands off you.
Rawr. Don’t know how we’re going to ride. ”
“Huh. You should see me in my rigging, then.”
Coop’s eyes went wide. “We need to make that happen. Soon.”
Rick turned around in Coop’s arms and winked at him. “We racing now, Hot Wheels?”
“Racing? I didn’t say anything about racing. I said ride. Don’t—”
“I got this. Let’s do it.”
Fifteen minutes later, they were on the track. Rick slung his leg over the bike like a pro, and it did something to Coop’s insides—and his dick, if he were being honest.
“Okay, we’re going to do a nice easy lap around so you can get more familiar with the track. Do not try and jump. You’ll end up breaking your neck, and we have a wedding coming.” Coop sing-songed the last part.
Rick smiled and nodded. “Got it. But I really want to race at some point. I need to go fast.” That was his adrenaline junky fiancé for sure.
“Okay. Slow first. Then we’ll race.”
They went around the track, rolling through the jumps, and Rick did very well.
Craige had obviously given him more than the basic pointers.
When they circled around to the start of the track, Coop motioned for Rick to cut the engine so they could talk.
The braap of the bikes were like bees on steroids and hard to hear over, especially when you were on them.
But it was still one of Coop’s favorite sounds in the world.
Right up there next to Rick’s soft snores.
“That was super good, Soldier Boy. Let’s do one more lap a little faster, then we can race. I’ll show you how to get a good start off the gate.”
“I’m ready.” He pumped his fist in the air. Coop could tell he was getting used to the bike and very much like Coop had been all those years ago, he was raring to go faster.
After a faster lap and some starting coaching. Coop got them lined up behind two practice gates. “When it drops, you go.”
“First one around the corner gets the holeshot, right?”
“Yep. And we’re doing one lap. No jumping.”
“Okay, but next time we’re out here, you need to start teaching me how to jump.” He pointed at Coop.
“Deal. Now get ready.”
Coop intended to give Rick just enough of a challenge to give him a thrill.
But when the gate dropped, Rick took off like a rocket.
Coop muttered, “Shit,” and took off after him.
He had to give it to Rick on the holeshot, but he quickly caught up before the second turn.
He rounded the berm high, passing Rick, but Rick’s response was to speed up.
They rolled over the jumps and the tabletop and through the whoops side by side, then as they took the straightaway back to the start, Rick took off even faster.
After beating Coop, he slowed down, then put his foot down and killed the engine before looking over his shoulder. Coop was only a second behind. “I got you.” He laughed and pointed at Coop.
Coop stuck his fist out for a bump. “Didn’t expect you to turn it on like that.”
“You should have known better.”
Coop grunted. He should have known how hot Rick would be out here in gear, tearing it up on the track.
All he could think about was tearing him out of it.
But, he had to do a write up on the bikes.
“I have to ride yours before we go in and actually do jumps on both of these. Let’s switch and I’ll give you some jump pointers. Come on, speed junky.”
“Hmm…speed junky now?”
“Yep. Let’s do this so we can get home.”
As they pulled up to the house, Coop was already planning on buying Rick his own gear. Maybe he would get him a butt patch that said Soldier Boy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. Coop would have to learn how to ride with a serious hard on. Worth it.
“You did really well today, Rick. I’m surprised at how fast you picked it up.”
“Thanks.” Rick leaned in and kissed the side of Coop’s head, making his stomach jump. “It was fun and I had good coaching.”
“Yeah? From me or Craige?”
“Honestly, both. But you were fantastic. I loved seeing you ride and jump and shit up close.”
“If you come out more, you’ll be doing that too. Real soon. No lie.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You know what also sounds like fun?” Coop asked with a little eye-brow wag.
“I’m guessing something in the bedroom.”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Race you.” Rick took off running across the living room and down the hall, but Coop was up for it—literally—and took off right after him.
He caught Rick in the hallway before they hit the bedroom door.
He didn’t tackle Rick so much as grab him and pull him into his arms, but they still ended up on the floor as Coop tried to spin Rick around to take his mouth.
He’d been dying for more physical contact with Rick all day, so he didn’t give a fuck if they were on the floor.
He stretched out on top of Rick with a long, hot kiss, full of tongue, which quickly led to stripping off clothes as fast as they could.
They had to stop to get boots and pants off, but then Coop yanked Rick back to the floor, half pushed against the wall and swallowed his cock, needing something of Rick inside him immediately.
Rick moaned loudly and dug his fingers into Coop’s hair.
Coop pulled off, wanting more of everything all at once. He kissed the inside of his thigh with a little nip of his teeth, then licked his balls, sucking one into his mouth.
“Coop. Coop.” Rick tugged at Coop’s hair. “Come. On…” He shoved his hips up.
“What?” Coop didn’t know what Rick wanted, but he would give it to him. He kissed the top of his cock and swirled his tongue around the head.
“St-stop.”
Coop made a growling noise. Stop? Oh hell no.
“B-bed. C-come on. Stop.” He shoved at Coop’s shoulders, and Coop reluctantly gave in.
The floor was hard. And cold. And he was stretched out on his stomach with his knees tucked up at an angle against the opposite wall.
It was uncomfortable and squishing his dick painfully, but he hadn’t worried about it until Rick pointed it out.