“Yeah…” He nodded. “Does an amazing man live someone else’s dream?”
She looked him straight in the eyes. “It’s not too late to live your own dreams.”
Nico disagreed. “We’re way beyond that point by now.”
Cooper was minding his own business—which he was known to do—when Nico pulled up next to him at the sink. He settled on pretending to not notice the other man there washing his hands beside him, but that obviously wasn’t going to work.
Because Nico Fallon was incorrigible.
“Some guy kissed me,” Nico said, the words slipping from his tongue so matter-of-a-factly that it forced a groan out of Cooper.
Cooper ripped a few towels from the machine, dried his hands, and smacked Nico in the back of the head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Nico angled himself backward against the counter. “If you’re this jealous already, thisreallyisn’t going to work out.”
“I don’t think that word means what you think it means and there is nothing to work out. I’m your coach. You’re a bratty quarterback that I have unfortunately been tasked with unbrattifying.”
Nico narrowed his eyes. “So you don’t care that some dude kissed me?”
“Why the fuck would I care?” Cooper seethed, and yeah it kind of seemed like he cared. Just a little bit.
“Would you care if I told you he kissed my neck…” Nico inched closer. “If he sucked my dick. If he fucked me.”
“God gave you the ability to shut the fuck up, but it’s like the wiring isn’t there.”
Atold-you-sosmirk hitched across the boy’s lips. “Kind of seems like you care.”
“I don’t.” Cooper tossed the damp napkins into the trash and left NIco alone at the sink. He headed for the door and grabbed the metal handle. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”
“Is that another threat?”
“What?” Cooper turned around, his hand glued to the handle and ready to run.
Nico jumped onto the sink, sitting with his fancy clothes on what had to be a wet counter. He spread his legs wide and leaned back, bracing the weight of his strong body on his forearms. “Tell me to suck your dick.”
Cooper scratched at the top of his head with his free hand. “What are you doing?”
“Give the command and I’ll do it.”
Cooper shifted, letting go of the handle but pushing the entire weight of his body against the door. The only way he could ensure nobody would barge in unannounced. “If you’re so eager, why don’t you get over here and just do it?”
Nico hesitated in responding with words. Instead his eyes eye-fucked the fuck out of Cooper. Sizing him up and down. Waiting. Teasing. He shrugged. “I like being told what to do.”
“You’re incorrigible, so that’s another lie in a long list of them.”
“Try me.”
“Stop talking,” Cooper said tersely.
Nico motioned a zipper over his lips. “See? Just as I’m told.”
“You’re still talking.”
Nico pursed his lips, stared straight into Cooper’s eyes. Finally, doing as he was told.
Cooper’s heart raced, blood rushing through his entire body. His fingers trembled. His voice too, “On your knees.”
Nico wasted no time jumping from the bathroom sink. He glided to his knees slowly and bounced in place, waiting for his next directive.
