“It’s Jeff MacNamara. I wanted to check in and see how you were settling in. See if there’s anything Scott or I could do for you.” Rick racked his memory for why the name was ringing faint bells.
“Mister MacNamara, I’m not sure how you know me. I’m not sure where I’ve met you before or why you would be concerned with how I’m settling in.” He honestly had no clue.
“Let me start this again.” The man cleared his throat, then said, “It’s Drew’s uncle Mackey. I wanted—”
“Yes!” Rick interrupted the man. The memory of talking with the retired command sergeant major at the pinning ceremony came bowling back, almost knocking him flat like a ten pin. “Myapologies, Command Sergeant Major. I’ve met a lot of people recently. What can I do for you?”
“Please call me Jeff or Mackey. Drew’s been blowing mine and Scott’s phones up with texts about helping you and your boyfriend settle in. Are you having problems finding a place? You’re welcome to stay with us until you find housing. You’re not living on post?”
Rick chuckled. He should’ve known Drew wasn’t going to let him flounder. Before he could answer Mackey, the door behind him opened. Glancing over his shoulder, Rick lost all power of communication. Coop stood there in a pair of jeans with the button undone, no shoes. Holy fuck!
“You coming in?” Coop asked as he ran his good hand down his chest. Rick blinked several times, trying to reboot his brain.
“Hello?” Mackey called through the phone that Rick still held in his hand.
“Can I call you back, sir?” Rick managed to say into the phone. “Something’s come up.” He didn’t wait for an answer and disconnected the call.
“Not yet, but something will definitely be coming if I have anything to say about it,” Coop said as he grabbed Rick by his ACU top and pulled him into the condo. Rick wasn’t sure where this Coop came from but he loved it.
Coming home tothisCoop was definitely better than finding him under a blanket fort. Not that Rick was opposed to cuddling with Coop but the self-doubt and depression were difficult issues for him to solve for Coop. He could tell that he was going to learn a lot from Emerson on handling personnel issues—theirbrainstorming session this afternoon proved that in spades. Rick just couldn’t see how to translate that to his boyfriend’s mental health.
“I’m sorry, do I not have your complete attention?” Coop stopped next to the couch. “I do believe I can change that.” He pushed Rick on the shoulders, forcing him to sit. Rick’s ass had barely touched the cushion when Coop was reaching for his belt. A quick flick and the webbing was undone and the buttons were popping open.
Rick tried to focus his brain on the power of speech, but that function didn’t seem possible. He really thought that he should do or say something, more than a good impersonation of a sex doll. Feeling a tug near his hips, then Coop dropped his mouth over Rick’s cock.
“Holy fuck!” Rick yelled as he thrust his cock into Coop’s throat. Hearing Coop choke, Rick started to apologize, “I’m sorry…sorry…but—” Words dried up as Coop grabbed Rick’s hand and moved it to the back of his head. Did Coop want him to fuck his mouth? Oh. My. God.
Coop pulled back and met Rick’s eyes. “Stop thinking and fuck my mouth,” he said before diving back onto Rick’s cock. There was no way that Coop’s statement could be interpreted as anything else but full consent and a demand. Rick was up for the challenge.
Bracing his feet, Rick moved his hands to either side of Coop’s head and, holding on, he thrust his hips up with a quick snap. It only took him a minute to find the rhythm where he didn’t feel he was choking Coop. And from the moans coming from the man, he was giving Coop exactly what he wanted. The wet heat added to the pressure from Coop’s tongue had Rick on the edge way too soon for his liking. Wanting to make this last longer, Rick pulled Coop off his cock.
“Wait! Give me a minute to catch my breath so I can last longer than point two seconds. Make you feel good too.” Rick was panting like he’d just finished the obstacle course in three minutes.
“Oh no, I want this fast, hard, dirty,” Coop said as he captured Rick’s cock in his mouth. Rick folded his body over Coop. From this position, he saw something that he hadn’t noticed before. Coop’s arm was moving frantically in an unmistakable motion. He was jerking himself off as he sucked Rick’s cock. If there was a visual that could send Rick over the edge any faster than seeing his man getting off while pleasuring him, Rick didn’t know what it could be.
It didn’t take long for Coop to have him right back on the edge. He only needed a bit more before he lost it. He was torn between watching Coop fist his own cock and closing his eyes to enjoy the man’s hot tongue. Dropping his head back, Rick let out a yell as Coop’s hand grasped his ball sac and gave it a twist. He came so hard his vision went white. It felt like he’d jumped out of a plane without a parachute; the sense of freedom, the sense of floating on air.
“Fuck!” Rick screamed, shoving his cock as far as it would go in Coop’s mouth. Pulse after pulse came out of his cock. Enough that when he looked down, Coop was licking his lips from the cum that had leaked out of his mouth. Rick collapsed against the couch, trying to control his heartbeat. Just as he thought he had control, he rolled his head and looked down at Coop. The sight was going to be jerk-off material for years to come. Coop was kneeling between Rick’s legs, jeans open, cock lying against his abs as he licked cum from his hand. Rick’s cock tried to come back to life watching Coop. Before he could form a coherent thought other thanfuck that was hot, Coop spoke up.
“So, how was your day?” The innocent question after Coop sucking Rick’s brains out through his cock, made Rick explode in laughter. Yeah, he could get used to having this man in his life permanently.
Chapter Eighteen – Coop
Today was the day. Coop was so excited, he practically bounced out to the car. “Come on, Rick. Let’s get moving, Soldier Boy.”
Rick huffed. “I’m coming. Keep your pants on.”
“That’s not what you said this morning.” Coop laughed at his joke, but Rick glared back at him as he used the fob to unlock the doors of the car.
“Get in, already.” Rick had taken the day off to drive Coop to the doctor’s office. The cast was coming off. Well, as long as it was healed up right, but Coop figured it was. Despite being crazy bored most of the time, he managed to control himself and not do anything stupid to fuck it up worse.
He plopped into the passenger seat and buckled up. “I can’t help it. I’m so ready for this thing to be off.” He tapped his cast on the door.
“I know. And I’m happy for you.” Rick leaned in and kissed Coop’s shoulder.
“I’m sure you’re more than ready for me to get back to normal. I know I’ve been driving you crazy. It’s weird, you know? Like this is the best time of my life, spending it with you, and at the same time, it’s the worst because I can’t do anything.” The season had already started and would be halfway through while he was still in PT. No way he’d race at all until next season. It was a setback on so many levels. The least of which was emotional. “Thank you for being there for me. I don’t know if I’d have made it through.”
“You would. You’re a tough motherfucker, but I’m glad I could help.”
