Coop leered at him. “Anythingyouwant to do?”
Blood started going south, and Dom was glad they’d reached the car, because he didn’t want to be walking through a parking lot with a boner. “Dude, your ass better be ready to cash the check your mouth is writing.”
“Oh, it’s more than ready.”
Dom unlocked his side, climbed in, then reached across to unlock the other door. “You know a place we can go?”
Coop glanced at Dom’s lap, then licked his lips. “Up the highway there’s an old, overgrown drive-in. Great place for parking.”
“Yeah? Been there a few times?”
“No, but one of my roommates has. She told me about it.”
Dom kind of wanted to call bullshit, but Coop had no reason to lie to him. And who cared if Coop was a total slut or pickier than a vegan in a steakhouse. Dom was getting fucking laid tonight, and he was very, very eager to judge Coop’s cute ass for himself.
He would have totally overshot the entrance to the drive-in if Coop hadn’t pointed out the rusty old sign half covered by bushes and wisteria vines. There wasn’t really a road anymore, mostly narrow tracks through thick underbrush, as if someone had taken a Hummer and plowed through it all to make a path. Dom kept as much of his attention on the non-road as he could, but Coop decided to distract him by rubbing himself through his shorts. That simple image got Dom’s own dick straining against his already tight jeans. He cranked up the air-conditioning, because things were about to get steamy.
The forest finally gave way to a moderately open space that had been mostly overtaken by nature. The remains of a small shack were off to the right, and the remnants of a movie screen were straight ahead, full of holes where it had fallen apart over time. The place had a slasher-movie vibe to it that was at once creepy and exciting.
Dom shifted into park, but left the car idling for the air. The last thing he wanted to do was open the windows and end up with mosquito bites all over his ass.
Coop wasted no time curling strong fingers around the back of his neck and hauling him into a kiss. Dom’s surprise fled the instant their mouths clashed. Something electric surged between them, so strong he actually gasped. Coop licked at his parted lips, then slipped his tongue into Dom’s mouth. He tasted like lime and spice and everything nice, and goddamn he knew how to kiss. Dom cupped both sides of Coop’s neck, as much to keep him there as for balance, because kissing Coop was a little like falling.
He could have sat there and kissed Coop all night.
Coop pulled away first, his cheeks red and eyes glistening. “Backseat.”
“Yeah.”
Dom was tall and the space between the seats wasn’t huge, so climbing over it had both of them laughing by the time they collapsed on the backseat. Coop tugged his shirt off, revealing a lightly tanned torso, a nice little happy trail, and a tattoo of a Gerbera daisy on his left pec. Defined abs, but not super cut, which appealed to Dom a lot. Meant Coop wasn’t a gym rat. And he loved that Coop had ink.
Coop tugged at Dom’s shirt, and he let Coop pull it off. Coop’s bright smile was worth the reveal. Dom was crazy proud of the tattoo that spanned his abdomen. Coop traced a finger over it, and the touch sent goose bumps across Dom’s shoulders. “What’s it represent?” Coop asked.
“An artist friend created it for me. It’s a combination of the national emblem of Italy and the Philippine eagle. My birth mother was from the Philippines, my birth father from Italy.”
“Birth mother?”
“I’m adopted. All of my siblings were adopted by our parents.”
“Oh wow. Have you ever met your birth parents?”
“Nope. No desire to, either. I know and embrace my heritage, yeah, but I also know who my parents are, and they’re the people who raised me.” Dom touched the daisy tattoo on Coop’s chest. “How about this? Special meaning?”
Coop’s smile dimmed. “Someone I loved who died too young.”
“Sorry.”
“It was years ago.” He surprised Dom by swinging his leg over and straddling his lap.
A hard cock ground into his. Dom tugged Coop into another kiss, his body aware and sparking everywhere they touched—mouths, hands, legs, groins. So good. Dom shoved both hands into Coop’s shorts, past the elastic of his briefs, to clasp warm skin. Coop gasped into his mouth. Dom squeezed and kneaded, urging Coop to rock into him. Coop pulled off to lick and nibble his neck.
“Shit,” Dom said when Coop found a sensitive spot. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”
Coop straightened, his green eyes intense in the near-dark. “Tell me you brought stuff.”
“I brought stuff.”
Coop climbed off him. Dom missed the contact until Coop shimmied out of his board shorts and briefs, showing off a very pretty uncut cock that begged to be sucked immediately. He leaned over and took Coop’s dick in his mouth, savoring the musky taste that exploded on his tongue. Coop was big enough for him to feel it, but not so big he couldn’t work him all the way in. The head bumped the back of Dom’s throat. Coop made a hissing sound and grabbed Dom’s hair.
