Well, Coop had been wrong. “At least I know you’re not going to kill me, though I bet you could.”
“Shut up.” Rick blushed.
“Hey, that you, Rick?” came from the hallway.
Coop froze.
Rick put his hand on Coop’s shoulder. Warmth flooded through him. He was pretty damn sure he wanted more of that—Rick touching him. “Relax,” he whispered, then yelled, “Yeah!” He nodded toward the hallway. “That’s my room.” He pointed to the door on the right, then stuck his head in the left. “I have someone over. Okay?”
Coop couldn’t hear the answer, and he didn’t care. He was in Rick’s room. It was dark, but he could see well enough from the light peeking in through the blinds. He had a desk and dresser on the other side of the bed. A model of an airplane, like the one in the picture in the living room, hung from the ceiling above the desk. Across the bed, he’d hung pictures of army dudes in green camo jumping out of the plane. Another of them parachuting like black mushrooms against a blue sky.
He found an en suite bathroom. “Great. Can I take a shower?”
“Yeah, sure. Clean towels under the sink.”
Coop went in and shut the door, happy for a quick moment of privacy. He didn’t want Rick to see him melting. He had to maintain his cool front. Maybe it was all the military-esque decor, but more than a college education was separating them. Rick was like noble or some shit. Serving his country and loving it. Something Coop had never even considered.
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 flutteredthroughout 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...”
