“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.
“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 manyo’scould 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.
