The other man tilted his head down, brushing his forehead against Nico’s. With a softness Nico hadn’t experienced before. Every shallow breath the man took echoed through the startling silence. Every breath, every brush of warm air against his face stirred something within him. Something in his pants.
Nico swallowed and asked in a hushed whisper, “Aren’t you worried someone might have seen me?”
“There’s three rooms on this floor,” Cooper whispered back. “I booked all three.” He grazed his hands over the sides of Nico’s arms. “What did you tell your date?”
“I don’t have a date.”
“I saw you with that pretty girl all night,” Cooper said, and it came out more like an inquiry than a fact.
“That’s my sister.” Nico laughed quietly. “She got a little too tipsy so I sent her home in an Uber.”
Cooper arched his brow. “She’s not going to question where you’re at?”
“I’m sure I can come up with a lie.”
Nico wished to ask him the same type of questions.What about Stassi? Your very public girlfriend?But he considered the thought it was none of his business and it’d spoil a good thing. This good thing he’d been thinking about for weeks, to finally... hopefully… this thing he couldn’t say out loud. This thing he tried to push from his mind. But his cock was running out of places to run, growing harder as Cooper shifted his knee between Nico’s thighs.
Cooper’s hand found its way to the inside of Nico’s jacket and grazed over the fabric of his shirt on his side. A smooth caress that shifted into something rougher as the coach shifted the weight of his body deeper into Nico.
Nico squeezed a hand between the two men and made a quick over-the-pants adjustment of his cock, pushing it to the side to have enough room to breathe in tight briefs.
Cooper chuckled lowly, his eyes watching as Nico pulled his hand away.
But still, Cooper was so close. Lips so damn close to his.
Cooper nuzzled his mouth against Nico’s ear. “So, you’ve never kissed a man.”
Nico stared down the back of Cooper’s neck. Underneath the dim yellow lighting of the penthouse suite, he noticed tiny hairs standing on end. “No.”
“Would you like to?”
“Ma… Maybe,” Nico choked on the word as it came out, and even then it still came out more like a question than an answer.
“Yes…” Cooper pulled back, eyes staring straight into Nico’s, “or no?”
Nico hooked a hand around his coach, holding him by the back of his warm neck. Held his gaze there for a moment and wondered if the agony of waiting was as bad for his coach as it was for him. Felt like it took forever to respond with a quiet assuredness, “Yes.”
“Say please.”
“Nah, fuck this.” Nico pushed against Cooper, brokefree from the hold the other man had on him, and spun in a quick circle.
It was now Cooper pinned against the door.
“I don’t beg,” Nico barked. “Besides, I didn’t come here to kiss.”
The two of them reversed roles. Nico adjusted himself once again before pressing his body against his coach’s. Reached down and passed a hand over Cooper's crotch, felt the hardness of Cooper’s cock that was somehow harder than his.
Cooper eked out a desperate whisper, “Beg.”
But Nico calculated it was Cooper who was begging.
Nico held all the power here. He reached for the other man’s belt and hastily undid it, the metal clanking against itself.
Cooper latched onto Nico’s wrist with a strong grip, holding him in place. Cooper was stronger. Clearly, the man’s prior injuries did nothing to slow down his training regimen.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Cooper said. “Your puppy eyes are doing all the begging, but I just need…” He exhaled sharply, flustered, cheeks flushing. “Need to hear you say it.”
Nico relented with a slow nod, the words escaping gritted teeth, “Please.”
