“Okay.” Cooper shrugged, apparently not up for an argument, which took all of the wind from Adam’s sails. This was what they’d done before, maybe the thing they were second best at. Fucking and then fighting about fucking. A blessing and a curse all in one package.
“This was a mistake,” Adam muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees. He stared down at his soiled hand and cursed under his breath.
“Okay,” Cooper said again.
The agreement stung and acted as a quick reminder of the shitty thing Adam had just said. “That’s not how I meant it.”
“Okay.”
“Is that all you’re going to say?” Adam snapped, his head swiveling to find Cooper, who had moved to sit alongside him on the edge of the bed.
“I asked you to not let your mouth ruin this again.” Cooper stood and padded into the attached guest bathroom, his cock still out and limp now against his pants. He returned with a wet hand towel and lowered himself to his knees between Adam’s feet.
“You meant the sex,” he grumbled, giving his hand over to a careful Cooper, who cleaned the drying strings of cum off his skin.
“Did I?”
Cooper moved from Adam’s fingers to his cock, handling him gently and thoroughly until he’d been rubbed clean. He stood up and went back into the bathroom. Adam listened to the water run again and realized Cooper must be taking care of himself out of sight. The water turned off, a wet towel landed on the tile, and then Cooper returned, all put away and dressed like normal. The only indication anything had happened were the drying cum stains on the hem of Cooper’s shirt.
“Didn’t you?” he rebutted, standing and shoving his damp dick back into his pants.
“You’re clearly still trash at doing what you’re told.”
“Because I’m a fucking Dom, Cooper.”
Cooper sighed, a breath so big his entire body heaved with the force of it, and he looked like no one had ever let him down the way Adam had. And maybe it was true. It did appear to be a thing that he was good at, even after all these years.
Then Cooper arched a brow, his mouth pulling into a tight line. He locked his stare onto Adam for longer than Adam found comfortable, and finally looked away. Adam let out a breath he’d been holding, feeling utterly dismissed and ashamed of himself.
Also not new for him or for them.
“Adam.” Cooper worked a hand through his hair, the feet between them feeling like miles. “I’m who I’ve always been, and I want the things I’ve always wanted. One of those things is you, Adam…if that wasn’t clear enough.”
Cooper gestured between them before crossing his arms over his chest.
“I know.” Adam forced himself to stand, bringing them closer to eye level with less distance between them. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just…it’s easier to think about when you’re nothere, when you’re not being so…”
Adam waved his hand dismissively in the air.
“So what, Adam?”
“Soyou,” he hissed. “So handsome. So fucking dominant.”
“I could say the same.”
“But you like things from both sides,” he protested.
“So did you.” Cooper’s mouth twisted into a knowing grin, and behind the lenses of his glasses, his eyes sparkled.
“I don’t know why this is so hard for me.” Adam sighed, shaking his head.
Cooper reached out for him, his fingertips barely dusting over Adam’s sternum through the suddenly far too thick material of his shirt. He wanted to take it off, shred and discard it so he could again feel the heat of Cooper’s skin against his.
“It’s not supposed to be hard, is it?” he asked.
“I like that it’s hard.” Cooper took a step forward, inching closer.
“You didn’t before.”
