Nico moaned louder, fingers clawing into Nico’s back.
Which in turn made Cooper fuck him faster, setting off a chain reaction of Nico digging deeper into Cooper’s flesh and Cooper fucking him harder. Faster. Harder.
Nico choked on his own release, gasping into Cooper’s mouth as Cooper chewed into his lower lip. Cooper felt Nico’s ass spasm around his thickness, and it brought him to the edge of release. He draped his head beside Nico’s and pounded into him with a sudden furiousness.
Driving towards release.
Driving towards the point of no return.
Cooper quaked as he came inside Nico, flooding him with his load.
His breath came out ragged and raw against Nico’s sweaty, slicked throat. A random memory of an old friend popped into his head. That friend always said,the closest any of us will ever get to death without dying is when we orgasm.
Cooper never quite understood that, not until this moment. As he came down from a high, he fought to catch his breath. Fought to still his racing heart.
He hadn’t felt this since… He pushed the thoughts away.
God, he was going to fucking miss this.
Going to miss his fucking favorite rookie, but those were words he was never allowed to say out loud, and so hewouldn’t. Couldn’t ever tell Nico that he was the first person since…Fuck. He couldn’t escape his past.
He pulled Nico’s back against his chest and held him snug, the other man calming his aching heart. Held him like that with no intention of letting him go.
Not quite yet.
Nico awoke some time later, but Cooper’s bedroom lacked an alarm clock, so he didn’t know how late it was. Cooper lay behind him with one strong arm wrapped around his chest, holding him in place. Something about the other man holding him like that felt right. It felt earned.
Matteo Reyes' words echoed in the back of Nico’s mind,You could never quite reach Cooper Callahan.Nico spent the better part of six months with the man and didn’t really know much about him, other than he liked good boys and he liked to fuck.
Now, he knew that beneath the walled exterior, there was a softer man.
And god did he wish he could stay like that forever, lying in that bed, withthatversion of that softer man.
Unfortunately, he had to piss.
Having horrible timing was nothing new to Nico, but this was really a new all time low.
He’d had enough experience in college escaping the grips of one-night stands while the women were still sleeping, but that was slightly different and easier because he was the one holding the girls, not the one being held.
He grabbed the other man’s arm and slipped out underneath. Easier than expected.
He scooted to the edge of the bed and tip-toed out of it. If he was lucky enough, he could get to the bathroom and get back undetected. He could climb right back in bed as if he never left.
On his way to the en-suite bathroom, the walk-in closet lit up—fucking motion detectors. He slipped past the closet, made it into the bathroom, and gently closed the door behind him, fearful his heavy stream would wake up the sleeping quarterback.
When he was done, he peeked through a crack in the door.
All was good on thehot-dude-is-still-sleepingfront.
Nico tip-toed back past the walk-in closet and it lit up again. This time, something grabbed his attention. The entire left side of the wall was stacked floor-to-ceiling with shoes. Hundreds of them.
Nico considered himself a shoe aficionado, but his collection was a fraction of Cooper’s. His curiosity got the better of him and he stepped into the closet, activating the motion detectors in the back of it, and lighting up the entire room.
The closet itself was bigger than most apartments he’d ever been in.
There had to have been at least a hundred pairs of Nikes, Reeboks, and Adidas. Boots of every type and color, and brand new cleats. In the middle of all the shoes was a shelf filled with awards from college and the NFL, including a golden Rookie of the Year Award from fiveyears prior.
Nico leaned back to check on Cooper to make sure he was still sleeping. He was.
