Pretty sure the rookie saw him looking.
Pretty fucking sure the rookie wanted him to look.
Pretty fucking sure he himself liked what he saw.
Cooper remained frozen in place.
Nico reached over Cooper’s shoulder and retrieved a towel from the rack behind him. “I forgot my towel.”
Nico’s breath, surprisingly minty, brushed over Cooper’s lips.
Cooper stood there for a moment longer, waited for the rookie to retreat and turn around. It was only then he noticed a sideways bend in his sweats, his cock pointing towards the door he should have been running out of.
The sound of the water turning on in the shower was Cooper’s cue to run. He rushed for the exit, but stopped himself just short, and took a gander at the younger man showering. Soap and suds washed down the rookie’s back, painting his ass in a lathered foam.
Nico swayed his head under the water and turned in a full circle, wet blonde hair slicked back and his soft cock longer than it was before. Thicker. A steady stream of water cascaded from the head that hung lower than his balls.
Nico opened his eyes and smiled. “Have a good night, coach.”
Cooper bolted without another word and by the time he got into his Uber, he was winded. He never finished a day with less than five miles of cardio, so it wasn’t the physical exertion that winded him. It was something else.
Whatever the fuck that was in there, it couldn’t happenagain. Cooper fucking Callahan had a steel resolve and it wasn’t going to be cracked by some cocky rookie.
He read the situation wrong. Had to. There was no world in which an up-and-coming professional player would be so forward. And then he remembered the first day he had met Luke, when the two of them bonded in the shower and then less than an hour later were bonding in Cooper’s freshman dorm room. That was college, though, and this was the big leagues. There was too much on the line.
He tapped out a quick message on his phone.
Cooper
Late night workout?
Ryan
I don’t like being threatened with NDAs.
Cooper
I’ll make it up to you.
Ryan
Find another trainer.
Cooper
Please…
MESSGE NOT DELIVERED
Cooper tossed the phone onto the seat beside him and stared out the window at the training facility as the driver began to pull away. His cock twitched in his sweats, begginghim to say it out loud, to ask the Uber driver to stop the car. Begged to let him go back inside and finish what had been started.
Chapter Four
Nico stood at the windows,watching the sea of cars beneath him. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tee, and nothing more. Nothing.
Cedric Pearson’s voice carried through the loft apartment, echoing off the exposed brick walls. Cedric played for the Cobras two decades prior with Rich Callahan, Cooper Callahan’s father, and was now the primary commentator for Cobra games. “The Cobras arrived in Portland yesterday afternoon, missing their rookie quarterback. The promising athlete had a lot to prove, coming into the season after Cooper Callahan’s abrupt retirement early last year. He is out today with his second concussion within the span of his first six games.”
“There’s no denying that this team took a hit with the loss of Callahan and Davies,” Grant Newell added. “It really shook up this organization and we’re still seeing this team try to pick up the pieces. When you look at a player like Nico Fallon, he’s an absolute weapon on paper. The initialspeculation when he was drafted by the Cobras was that he didn’t exactly fit their offensive scheme.”
