Epilogue - Coop #2
“Fine.” He scrambled to get up and pull Rick with him. Now that they were naked together, he wasn’t letting him go for a second. His hands brushed his arms, back, ass, trying to touch every part of Rick before they made it into the room.
Rick slid up onto the bed, and Coop followed, crawling on top and pressing his body against Rick’s.
Their cocks bumped together, making Coop’s eyes roll.
He didn’t think he would ever get enough of this man.
From the start, he’d captivated Coop like no one else.
From the first moment he saw him in the crowd at the street race.
Damn, Coop had won a lot more than a race or reputation that day.
He’d somehow, against all odds, won this fantastic man.
Rick both complemented Coop, and contrasted with him, giving him the best of him, always.
Rick kissed along Coop’s neck and reached around to squeeze Coop’s ass. “Mine.”
That one word coming from Rick’s sweet mouth did all kinds of crazy things to the butterflies that had taken up residence in Coop’s stomach. It was better than hearing a dirt bike rev. “Fuck.”
“Yes.”
“Damn.” Coop reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube. “I need to fuck you like…shit. I don’t even know, Rick. You’re fucking everything. You know? I love you.”
Rick took the lube out of Coop’s hands and peered up at him. “I know. I love you too.” They shared another kiss with tongues dueling and sliding together. Rick flipped the cap open and squeezed the lube into Coop’s hands. “Now get busy, Hot Wheels.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” He didn’t waste time arguing for sure.
Instead, he slid his hands between Rick’s thighs and down to his taint and lower.
He slid his finger in, then two, and searched for Rick’s spot.
He knew he hit it when Rick made that noise, deep and low in his throat.
“Cooooop…” Ahh…how many o’s could he get in Coop’s name? They were about to find out.
Coop continued his prep, pegging Rick’s prostate any time he could. Until neither of them could take it another second longer. Coop knee walked up close and lifted Rick’s ass, draping his thighs over Coop’s, and pressed his cock against Rick’s hole.
Rick grunted and pushed back against him until Coop’s dick popped right in.
Right where it belonged. Inside Rick, Coop felt complete.
It was a big feeling that threatened to overtake him.
It was bigger than anything. It was bigger than his career, his parents or other friends, all of it combined.
Sliding into Rick was like sliding into the one place that he belonged completely unconditionally.
It was too difficult to express, so he merely moaned.
“Coop? You okay?”
“Isn’t that my line?” Coop asked, trying to be flippant, but his voice broke up.
“Shh…be serious.”
“I’m better than anything ever, Rick. You make me better. I fucking love you so damn much.”
Rick smiled, and it was like sunshine being poured through Coop’s veins.
How had he ever thought he could live without this man?
He couldn’t and he didn’t want to. “Alright then, Hot Wheels. Get to the fucking. Move already.” Rick flexed his hips up, and Coop sank in a little more. That was all the hint he needed.
They picked up the rhythm, pushing against each other in time. Moving steadily faster and faster, until Coop thought he was going to explode. Before he did, he wanted to watch Rick come. He reached between them, grabbing Rick’s cock and stroking it to the beat of his thrusts.
“Coo…Coop…fuck…” Rick didn’t cuss too often, but when he did, it counted. Coop loved that contrast, since he through the f-word around like candy. But it meant Rick was close, especially when he said it again.
Coop pounded into him, squeezing his dick. “Do it. Don’t hold back. Come on, Soldier Boy.”
Rick’s eyes rolled back and he grabbed the blankets tight in his fists as he moaned loudly, grunted, and squirted out all over his stomach. One shot up and hit Coop in the chest.
“Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck.” Coop picked up the word in a chant as he fucked Rick through his orgasm, feeling his own coming at him like a Pamplona bull.
He came hard with his stomach swooping as if he hit a particularly high jump.
When he finally stopped pumping into Rick, he practically collapsed on top of him. He kissed Rick’s neck softly.
“If riding with you gets you all worked up like that, I’m doing it more.”
“Maybe we should wear gear for our wedding.”
“Why not? It’s our day.” Rick chuckled, but Coop wasn’t kidding. They’d have to see, but he was going to fight for it. Fuck a monkey suit. Rick was hotter than hell in racing gear, and that’s what he wanted to see coming down the aisle.
“We should go to Spain for our honeymoon, too.”
“Okay…Can we afford that?”
“Fuck yeah.” Coop rolled to his side so he wouldn’t keep squishing Rick, but he stayed close, wrapping his feet around Rick’s legs.
He wanted to tangle every part of himself with Rick in every way.
“That last bonus I got from Nate’s win is probably enough to cover it.
” There was money in Supercross for sure, but that wasn’t why Coop did it, although he sure as hell would take advantage of it.
“Maybe we should think about buying a house or something.”
Coop put his hand over Rick’s mouth. “Nope. Not yet. When you’re ready to retire, we’ll talk about that.
First things first, dude. We’ll travel a lot with your career, and I’ll fly around doing my thing.
And eventually, we’ll decide we need a change, and we’ll talk about it.
But right now? Now is all about you and me, and a fun wedding. A honeymoon. Riding and fucking.”
“I’m in.”
“Good, because there’s no one else in this world I want to ride with me, but you.”