A finger hooked under Nico’s chin and guided his gaze upwards to meet Cooper’s.
His coach wanted to see him like this, wanted to watch him and Nico wanted to watch right back.
Cooper arched upward and pushed his shorts and white underwear down his thighs. His cock slipped free, slapping against the happy trail on his stomach.
Nico took the briefest of glances at the man’s cock before he was guided right back to where he was before, where he belonged—staring into his coach’s eyes as he took his cock in his hand. The cock, a real human cock, felt more alive in his hand than his toys. It felt more terrifying too. Harder and somehow yet softer, like it was coated in silk. It was warmer. Hotter than his toys. He gave the older man a few strokes and watched as moans fumbled through a small part in his lips. Watched as Cooper’s mouth fell open, his tongue dancing along the edge of his teeth.
Cooper’s fingers brushed through the hair on the top of Nico’s head, and then applied just enough pressure to give Nico a hint of what to do next. It was permission for him to break the staring war they’d been engaged in.
As Nico leaned over, he took in a good whiff. The scent of clean masculinity stirred with a dash of salty sweatiness. He’d smelled his own man bits on far too many occasions and they never quite smelled as clean. It was almost as if Cooper had prepared for this. And thank god because Nico had wiped his fingers on his sweaty balls onceand stuck them in his mouth, just to see what it tasted like. Hashtag never again.
Nico’s heart raced, pounded against his chest. What if this was all a joke? What if this was all a test? A hazing ritual for the rookie.
Fuck it.
He brushed his tongue over the head of Cooper’s cock and the wicked half-word the older man cried out was enough to instill enough bravery in him to swallow him whole. Cooper shifted beneath him, reached around Nico and pushed his clothes past the curve of his knees. The man spread his trembling legs as Nico bobbed his mouth up and down his shaft.
The more he sucked, the slippier Cooper’s cock became as saliva combined with salty precum.
“Shit… Fuck. Rookie…. I’m going to…”
Nico swallowed him to the hilt.
“Come,” Cooper groaned, pushed down on the back of Nico’s head, exploding in the rookie’s mouth.
When Nico was finished, he lifted himself from Cooper’s cock with tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, and a droplet of cum smeared over his bottom lip. He wiped it away as he sat up, taking in the sight of his coach who stared blankly ahead, breathless and chest heaving.
Nico couldn’t break away from watching Cooper’s lips as he pictured himself kissing him. As he pictured inhaling every sharp exhale into his own mouth. He reached down and caressed his own cock through his sweats, waiting for Cooper to return the favor.
But he was met only with silence, and so he did what he always did.
He put on a smile. “Do I have the right to tell you to fuck off now?”
“I…” Cooper’s eyes drifted away. “I should go.”
Nico chuckled nervously. “I think you should stay.”
Cooper shook his head and landed on his feet, pulling his clothes back up his legs and tucking away his half-hard cock. “There are lots of things I should be doing right now, and none of them involve staying.”
Nico sat still, watching as the other man gathered his things and stuffed them into his backpack. “You said my first instinct was to run without considering other options, but isn’t that exactly what you’re doing?”
Cooper passed him a knowing glare, the kind of look that screamed,damn man, you’re right. You know what, I think I’ll stay.
Those weren’t the words that came out of Cooper’s mouth.“I just remembered I have?—”
“A thing you need to do that absolutely cannot wait.”
“How did you know?” Cooper smiled, but it was the furthest fucking thing from genuine.
“Because I’m a runner, too.”
“Right.” Cooper nodded and made a beeline for the door. He reached for the knob, but turned back to Nico. “Thanks for having me and thanks for…” He stopped himself, brushing a finger over his bottom lip. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”
The door opened and closed before Nico could give his coach a proper goodbye.
He sank back down on the couch and stared at the game returning from the halftime show. Sat in silence with an ache in his gut and a throbbing in his pants.
Chapter Five
