Nico nodded in agreement, but he didn’t know what the fuck he was agreeing to.
He’d figure it all out later.
But for now, he just needed to get the fuck out of room whatever the fuck it was.
“This thing… What we did. It’s our secret,” Nico said, as he slowly retreated backwards. “I won’t ever tell anyone.”
And all Cooper had to say to that was a solemn, “Thank you.”
Chapter Nine
november 2020 - atlanta
Nico’sfirst instinct was to run, but he steadied his sights to the left of the field. First, second, and third reads all fell apart—Reyes was double covered, Lox and Sanders weren’t open, and the tight-end was helping keep the defense from shattering the pocket.
And so Nico did what he did best.
He ran for about six yards and slid to his feet just before making contact with the defender. Wasn’t quite enough for a first down, but six yards and a yard short was better than seven yards and a visit to the blue tent.
As Nico gathered the offense into a huddle on third and one, he snuck a peek at his coach patrolling the sidelines with a laminated paper covering his mouth as he talked into a microphone. Nico met his coach’s gaze and the two shared a knowing smirk.
Coach seemed pleased.
The ball was snapped to Nico, and he handed the balloff to Razer, who tore through the center of the defense, broke a tackle, and led a high-speed chase all the way to the endzone. Razer spiked the ball into the ground and celebrated by throwing himself backwards onto the ledge of the red zone. There were only a few Cobra fans in the section, but they made sure to embrace him anyway.
Nico ran to the end zone and celebrated with his star running back and fellow rookie, headbutting him helmet-to-helmet, which by the look on Cooper’s face was a huge no-no.
After the team jet landed, after Nico had gone home alone, Cooper knocked on Nico’s door.
Nico opened it with a smile, but Cooper didn’t smile back.
He pushed the rookie inside, closing the door behind him .
And the two of them tore each other’s clothes off until Nico was sitting on the edge of the kitchen island, bare-assed, his legs spread, and Cooper’s mouth full of winning cock. Cooper had a thing for winners and a disdain for losers.
Cooper swore the cum tasted different, like the euphoria of winning made it taste sweeter or something. But the truth was he was just never in the mood for sucking and fucking losers, especially when he was the one losing.
Cooper was never allowed to lose, raised by two parents who centered their entire lives on the art of winning, eitherin politics or sports. But Jesus Christ, he didn’t want to think about his parents.
Wanted to think about one thing only—the shaking and quaking rookie on the couch.
Cooper loved having Fallon this way. Loved that he was in control of every grunt, every moan. Every time the rookie’s fingers curled into his hair, Cooper understood it was him doing it with his mouth, with his tongue, and with his hand.
“Fuck, Callahan,” Nico moaned. “I’m going to come.”
The words always came out as a warning, as if to beg Cooper to stop sucking lest he end up swallowing a load. Little did Nico know thatthatwas the goal. Those words only made Cooper hungrier.
Cooper pumped out his own load, shooting it onto the hardwood floor as the rookie came in the back of his throat.
six days later - miami
practice field
Cooper held his hands on his hips as he watched the players exit the locker room in their practice gear—red and white outfits with black numbers on the back.
“Fallon,” Cooper called out, stealing the rookie’s attention. “I need you to stay back. Need to run some plays over with you. Bring your tablet.”
Nico rolled out his eyes and let out a noticeable groan. Was it a public display of acting? Or was he really annoyedto spend some quality time with his favorite coach? Nico went over to his bench to grab his tablet, and when he turned around, Cooper stood right in front of him.
