Cooper hooked one finger, gesturing for Nico to approach.
And holy fucking shit, he listened. Again. It’s like something had changed in his brain chemistry over the course of the last three weeks.
Nico crawled on the floor, his clean hands trailing over the dirty marble.
Cooper’s cock twitched in his trousers as the rookie approached, and then twitched again until it was impossible for him to hide it.
Nico met him against the door and tilted his head up, his eyes darting straight to Cooper’s erection. Nico made a show of opening his mouth wide and nuzzling against the fabric-restrained cock. Mouthed over the length of it, but there was no way they could do this.
Not here.
Cooper hooked a hand under Nico’s chin and guided him to his feet. Mouth to mouth, so close, the friction of their lips threatening to tear a hole in the fabric of reality. “Now, don’t ever tell me about your conquests again.”
Cooper pushed a hand against the rookie’s chest, pushing him back just enough so he could breathe without breathing into the other man’s mouth.
Nico swallowed nervously, and it was a treat to watch the younger man squirm.
“I was lying about everything. These lips have never been kissed by a man.”
“Yeah, I know,” Cooper said. “Room 2403 in one hour.” He reached for the door handle, but waited to open it. “A minute late and the door stays bolted shut all night.”
Nico nodded in agreement and that was Cooper’s cue to get the fuck out of there before he did something stupid.
Before he made the rookie suck his dick in a very fucking public bathroom.
Chapter Eight
room 2403
Nico madeit to room 2403 an hour and three minutes after Cooper left him standing in the bathroom. He tried his damndest to beat the clock, but Father Time was one of his many enemies.
Certain things needed to be done before his date with his coach.
Date? Hmmm, something wasn’t right there.
Certain things needed to be done before his absolutely-not-a-date with his coach.
Things like showering, swishing a gallon of mouthwash, brushing his teeth once or thrice, and dabbing just the right amount of cologne on his wrists and neck, and then another dab for good measure. Then, he had to get dressed into the same tuxedo he was wearing prior to make it look as if he hadn’t just scrubbed every inch of his body. Had to dry his hair and then there was the pacing. From thebathroom of the hotel room to the door, back to the bathroom and to the door. Heart pounding. Mind racing.
With five minutes left before Cooper’s deadline, Nico opted for one final shot of tequila from the mini bar. And then swished another gulp of minty freshness.
Nico only had to knock on the door of 2403 once before the door cracked open with Cooper’s blue eyes staring through the opening.
“Oh, I thought that deadbolt was staying locked all night,” Nico said with a calculated amount of sass that he deemed just the right amount of charming.
Cooper slammed the door on Nico’s face, followed by the unmistakable sound of the deadbolt slamming into place.
Nico leaned his head sideways against the door, desperately trying to hear anything on the other side of it. All he heard was silence. He raised a hand and gently knocked.
The deadbolt unlatched and the door slipped just open enough for Cooper to grab Nico by the jacket collar and rip him inside. By the time the door was closed again, Cooper had Nico pinned against it.
Every time Cooper looked at him, it was with eyes equally weighted between disbelief and disdain, but what could Nico say? He loved keeping his coach on edge. But this time, Cooper didn’t break his gaze. Just stared at him with feral eyes as his chest trembled. Nico reached out a hand to steady Cooper, and swore he could feel his coach’s heart about to break through the bones in his chest.
His own heart pounded like thunder, because what the fuck were they doing?
The silence read like a threat, but Nico—for once in his life—was unable to speak.
So silent, Nico could hear the rumblings in the back of Cooper’s throat.
