“Shower, now,” Cooper demanded.
The rookie’s eyes searched sideways. “I thought we were running plays.”
Cooper leaned in to whisper, “Oh, we are.”
The shower was a private stall, unlike the Cobras practice facility back home in Columbus. It was the driest shower Nico had ever had, mostly because the water wasn’t on.
Nico jerked his coach, while his coach jerked him.
A door slammed somewhere in the locker room.
Nico’s heart jumped.
Cooper grabbed Nico by the legs and hoisted his body into the air, an attempt at hiding his feet? Nico wasn’t sure, but he rather liked the position he found himself in.
Cooper’s eyes remained fixed on the small crack at the edge of the shower stall. Watching. Waiting.
But Nico was bored, and so he reached down between them and smacked his cock against his coach’s stomach.
Cooper turned back to him, fire in his eyes, and gently lowered Nico back to his feet. He shook his head quietly, to which Nico rolled his eyes.
The door to the showers creaked to a close, and Cooper watched in that direction for a moment longer. As soon as he turned back to Nico, each of them took the other’s hardness back into their hands, their eyes unwavering as they brought each other towards quick release.
Nico broke first, letting out a loud gasp that Callahan muzzled with one hand clasped over his mouth. Nico shot his load onto the wall beside them, his legs quaking post release. When Callahan released his hand from his mouth, he made quick work, shoving his tongue into his coach’s ears.
Cooper turned from him and shot his load onto the floor, little dollops of white jizz circling the dry shower drain. When he was spent, he knelt his head against the shower wall, and stood there while Nico circled behind him.
Nico’s still-hard cock rested somewhere between Cooper’s crack, and Nico chuckled softly against his coach’s back.
Cooper raised his head and whispered back to Nico, “Go outside with the others and I’ll clean this mess up.”
one week later - columbus
The Cobras were up by one against the Atlantic City Sharks, and Nico could only watch as the other team’s quarterback led his offense down the field with seventeen seconds on the clock with no timeouts left on either team.
He calculated in his head that the Sharks only needed to get to the 50 yard line to have a realistic shot at winning the game and they were currently at the 60 yard line. He held his breath as he watched Tywin Maylor throw the ball to his tight-end down the middle, not enough for a first down, but enough time to kickthe field goal.
Nico exhaled and the next twelve seconds felt like hours.
Hours of waiting for the inevitable.
His winning streak was about to be over and his coach hated losers.
With bated breath, he watched the kicker for the Sharks kick the ball.
Watched in slow motion as the ball spun through the air.
To the left.
Wide left.
No good.
He jumped from the bench and hugged the nearest person to him; the aging backup quarterback, Jensen Fuller. He searched the sidelines for Cooper, but he was nowhere to be found.
december 2020 - green bay
Cooper waited in the tunnel with one foot kicked behind him, leaning on the wall for support. He held his phone close enough to his face in case anyone passed by. Didn’t want anybody seeing what he was texting the rookie while the rookie was in the locker room. While the rookie was supposed to be prepping for the second half of the game.
