He held Rick’s hand all the way to the floor. “Is it okay?”
“Of course.” Rick put one arm around Coop’s shoulder and held his hand out with the other. Their bodies came together, touching from hip to chest. “This is nice.”
They danced for a few minutes. The song, lovely in the background. Coop wanted to imagine the other people around them disappear, but he couldn’t ignore them. He leaned forward and whispered in Rick’s ear. “How soon can we get out of here?”
“How ‘bout now?” Rick turned but didn’t let go of Coop’s hand. He headed to the little bar where they were selling alcohol. He paid for a bottle of wine, the whole bottle, and tipped the waiter generously. He winked at them as Rick led Coop out of the room through a side door.
Rick opened the wine and poured it into the two plastic cups, then handed one to Coop. “Here’s to us.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Coop took a sip. It was a relatively cheap bottle, but the Chardonnay was still rich and buttery with crisp fruity accents. Not that Coop was a wine snob, but he’d learned a few things at his mother’s side. “Not half bad.” He took another sip before setting his glass down. “But not really what I want to taste. Come here, you.”
Rick stepped closer. They were so close in height that Coop could look him right in his warm brown eyes. He closed the last of the distance, pressing his lips to Rick’s. “This is what I’ve been missing,” he said when they pulled apart.
“Me too. Kiss me again.”
Coop obeyed the command without hesitation. He opened and shared his mouth, letting the kiss linger, tasting the wine on Rick’s tongue. He brushed their noses together. “Take this jacket off.”
It didn’t take much to get Rick’s tie and shirt off after that. Coop tossed his jacket over a chair, but Rick had hung his up in the little closet. It wouldn’t do to let his decorations fall to the floor. He was careful and precise about it, but Coop liked that. Liked everything about him. “This has been a nice night. I wasn’t sure I’d like the ball.”
“It had its good points.” Rick moved closer and started unbuttoning Coop’s shirt. “Like now.”
“Like all those men in uniform. Rawr.” Coop wiggled his eyebrows, making Rick laugh. He couldn’t let things get too heavy. He wanted to keep it fun.
“Funny guy.”
“I like this one best.” He ran his hands over Rick’s shoulders. He had incredible pecs. “You lift?”
“Some. Lots of cardio.”
“Good, then you can keep up.” Coop’s shirt hit the floor, and Rick immediately moved in for the button of his pants.
“I want you naked. And on the bed.” His commanding voice was doing all kinds of wicked things to Coop’s insides. Those damn butterflies were in ecstasy.
But Coop wanted something else. “You may be the soldier, and I love that tone you use, but tonight...I’m in charge.”
“Oh, man...” Rick visibly trembled.
Coop had him right where he wanted. “Take your pants off and get on your knees.”
Rick jumped to obey. His pants and underwear were off in a flash. When he dropped to the bed, Coop placed his hands behind his head and took a step back. “Let me look at you.” Rick was like a fantasy come true. His body was damn near perfect, his eyes were hooded and sexy, and those lips. He had to have them on his cock and fast. He kicked off his dress shoes, pants, underwear. Oh, socks, too. Then he stepped closer to his wet dream, kneeling in front of him so patiently, so wantonly.
His mouth fell open without a word from Coop, but he added his command anyway. “Suck me, Soldier Boy.”
Coop caught a quick glance of a mischievous sparkle in Rick’s eyes before he bent and licked at the tip of Coop’s hard cock. He reached around and took a handful of Coop’s ass cheeks as his mouth engulfed him. Wet, hot suction pulled at him so nicely. Rick had an amazing mouth. He’d wanted to watch those sexy lips taking him in for months. He didn’t know how they would manage it, but Coop had to have more of Rick in his life.
After that, Coop stopped thinking about anything else but the pleasure Rick was giving him. “Oh, yeah. Nice. Jack yourself, Rick. I’m gonna blow...” Coop chased after that orgasm, shifting his hips as Rick sucked him. He wanted to fuck in hard butheld back, not knowing if Rick would appreciate it. Not that it mattered. When he caught the movement of Rick’s arm and wrist as he worked his cock over, that was the last element needed—he came with a hard thrust and a grunt.
Rick moaned and lapped at Coop’s softening cock, even as he came over his own fist. The man was so sexy, and Coop wanted him all to himself. They hadn’t discussed their relationship, so maybe it was time. Even if he hadn’t realized it before, when Rick stood and kissed Coop, now with the added saltiness of Coop’s release, he knew he wanted to be exclusive with the man. He didn’t want Rick doing this or anything else with anybody else. “Let’s get in bed...”
Rick pulled down the covers and crawled in, while Coop admired his sexy, plump ass. Maybe that next step would come by morning. Rick settled in and turned to stare up at him, looking through his lashes. “Are you tired?”
“Hell no.” He got into the bed and pulled Rick closer. “I need some cuddle time. How ‘bout you?”
“Yeah...” Rick sighed and snuggled against Coop. That was the best part of the night right there with Rick in his arms, by his side, warming his bed. Only one word flitted through his head.
Perfect.
Chapter Seven – Rick
