We’re not doing this here.
Nico
I’m collecting what you owe me.
Nico
[Image]
Another photo, zoomed out to show Nico’s muscular and hairless chest, littered with faded bruises and fresh splotches of redness. Noticeably, his face was circled out in blank ink.
“Fuck,” Cooper groaned silently. Scratched his nose.
Cooper
When we get on the fucking ground… Just wait.
Nico
If you don’t get in here, I’m going to come grab you.
Cooper craned his head over the headrest and checked for signs of life from any of the staff or players. It wasn’t unusual for the entire team to basically die on red eye flights after a nightgame.
Regrettably, Cooper tapped out one final message.
Cooper
Which bathroom are you in?
Nico
Coach.
Cooper stood up, holding his hand over his hard cock as he snuck past Milo.
His heart raced faster with each step he took towards the back of the plane. He just had to get past the first class and business sections. Once he got to coach, he’d be in the clear as the only thing back there was dead air. There were more than enough business and first class seats on the customized plane that there was no reason for anyone to have to endure the horrors of coach.
If Nico had any shame, he’d feel slightly awkward about standing shirtless in the bathroom of a fucking team jet. Standing alone with the occasional stroking of his cock through his grey sweats, waiting for his reward.
He raised his phone to check the time. It had been two minutes since Cooper’s last message to him. He typed out a quick message.
Nico: I swear to God, I’m going to come grab you.
As soon as he clicked send, the latch on the door turned and Cooper entered, wearing a matching set of black sweats and a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. The mandid not look too pleased to see Nico, but that was to be expected.
The two of them locked eyes, and Nico couldn’t help but to smile. Just a little bit. He’d won the game, and thus the deal.
Cooper stood with his back against the door and his arms crossed. “How are you this awake at three in the morning after a game?”
Nico reached down and pawed at his erection. He waited until the other man’s eyes fell to watch before he spoke. “The adrenaline has me hyped.”
“I’m having you tested for crack-cocaine when we land.”
“Don’t you get it?” Nico reached out and pulled Cooper by the waist, pulled him closer to him and further away from the door. “I take bets very seriously.”
Cooper looked away to the side and swallowed a rough gulp. Then his eyes were fixated right back on Nico. “I have spent twenty-seven years on this earth keeping a secret that I’m not going to risk you carelessly outing to the world.”
Nico nodded, a sense of understanding flowing through him.
