Rick grabbed at the material around Coop’s hips and yanked. “You have to get these off.” He lifted his body so Rick could pull them down. It left him naked from the waist down. “Fuck!” Rick swore and rubbed his hands over Coop’s skin.
“I thought you said quiet.”
“Shut it.” His hands rubbed underneath the tee and over Coop’s chest, fingers playing with his hair, then down to his abdomen, where he stuck his finger in Cooper’s belly button. Then even lower. He took a slow, sure stroke of Coop’s dick, then turned his wrist and fondled his balls. “You like?”
“You see how hard my dick is?”
Rick laughed. “Let’s try something.”
“If it’s more getting naked. I’m in.”
They both pulled off the last few scraps of clothes and returned to the center of the bed. They entwined their legs and pulled their bodies close so Coop could touch most of his skin. Coop kissed up Rick’s neck, nibbling lightly until he shivered. He couldn’t resist rubbing his hands down Rick’s muscular back. The man was in good shape, almost as good as Cooper.
Rick took their cocks in hand, rubbed them together, and stroked. It felt incredible, and Coop couldn’t hold back. He humped against Rick, his dick sliding between Rick’s hand and cock. “Gah...”
“Yeah...” Rick answered.
The bed shook with their thrusts, banging against the wall. Then, the roommate knocked on the opposite wall and yelled, “Quiet down!”
Coop burst out laughing, but Rick grunted. He must have been close. “Come on then,” Coop whispered and grabbed Rick’s dick. “Come for me.” He stroked and squeezed the way he liked it.
“Touch my balls.” Rick’s words were a command that Coop wasn’t about to ignore. He grabbed and pulled at them. Rick’s hips moved faster, then he grunted again and came with gusto. His fluid shot out all over Coop’s hands and hips. He used it to coat his own cock. Sliding up and down. “Yeah, you’re turn.” Rick flicked his fingers over Coop’s balls and under them to slide along his taint. He gripped Coop’s hip with his other hand and yanked him forward, encouraging Coop to fuck into his own hand. “You’re sexy as fuck, Coop.”
Those words whispered in Coop’s ear had him chasing after his orgasm hard. He needed to come. Needed Rick to be right there with him when he did. It built inside him, both too fast and too slow. Rick flicked a finger over the tip of his dick, then slid his palm down it. Coop came hard. He jerked his hips forward and let the spasm go. When it ended, he lay back and sighed.
No, this wasn’t a normal hook-up. Not at all.
Chapter Five - Rick
Six months later
Rick was about to hit his head against his desk. Why he’d decided to do his concentration in Management instead of just going for the general business degree, he wasn’t sure. Oh, wait a minute, it was all Drew’s fault. Rick had been lucky enough to meet Drew in the ROTC program during his freshman year and now considered him his best friend. Of course, times like this? Yeah, he wanted to kill his best friend.
He’d been all set—general business would let him cruise through the four years; do his time in the Army; then get some cushy mid-level position doing as little as possible during the week so he could climb or boat or something on the weekends. Then he’d listened to Drew talk about his dad, uncles, and brother, and all they’d done or were doing in the Army—in his brother’s case—and suddenly ROTC wasn’t just a way for him to pay for college. Now he was looking at the Army as his career, serving until retirement. He’d still be young enough when he got out to have a second career. Drew had convinced him of two things—one, that Rick had more brains than he believed he had; and two, no matter what branch Rick ended up in, a management concentration would give him more skills in dealing with all the bureaucracy and personnel issues.
So here he sat, banging his head against Organizational Change instead of texting—maybe sexting—his boyfriend. Okay, was Coop really his boyfriend? They hadn’t seen each other since that one memorable night, but they’d been blowing up Rick’s data plan. Coop was off trying to make a name for himself on the Arenacross circuit and having fun, Rick had no doubt. He just didn’t know if Coop had been seeing others. They really hadn’ttalked about being exclusive…seriously, how could they? They were still learning about each other.
Maybe he’d use Coop as an incentive. If he finished this assignment, he’d call Coop instead of shooting off a text. Pulling his textbook closer, he focused on reading the chapter so that he could devise a plan of action for the HR department to follow.
“Hey, doofus!” Drew called from the other room.
“Not now, Drew, need to finish this fucking chapter,” Rick yelled back. Something hit his back, and he turned to Drew, standing in his doorway, holding an envelope. “What the fuck?”
“Now that I have your attention, Master Sergeant Coffey handed out the information for the military ball today while you were counseling Tyler. You’re on the decorations committee,” Drew said gleefully.
“Are you fucking shitting me? What the fuck do I know about decorations?” Rick dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. Drew started laughing, causing Rick to sit up and glare at him. “Really fucking funny, dickhead. Now what am I responsible for?” There were only eight seniors in the program this year, so he was sure that he wasn’t getting out of something.
“You’ve got to pick out the favors and arrange for the DJ.” Drew handed him the envelope. “Here’s your invitation.”
It was addressed toCadet Richard Stanton and guest. Who the hell was he going to invite? No way in hell was he inviting any of his family. Maybe he could offer his guest spot to Drew for another family member. As he considered how to give the slot to Drew without looking like a loser, his phone pinged with a text. It was from Coop and he smiled.
“Who’s got you all happy? You were just ready to bite my head off forinterruptingyou,” Drew said as he threw himself across Rick’s bed.
He turned toward the bed. Drew hadn’t changed out of his uniform and he’d kicked his feet up on the bedspread—boots on, still dirty.
“Seriously? Boots off the bed,” Rick commanded, and there must have been something in his tone that had Drew popping upright and moving his feet.
Drew growled and shook himself before sitting up. Rick tried to hold in his laughter; honestly, he did, but he lost that battle before it even began. “Jackass.” Drew leaned over to swipe at Rick’s head, missing when he pushed his chair back.
