COOPER
Nico should’ve been happier to see Cooper given the circumstances, but he had spent all day irritated instead. “You’re on my shit list.”
Cooper passed him a side-eye as he squeezed past him, leaving Nico to shut the door. Of the hotel room.
Nico’s rival/fuck buddy came dressed in appropriately fuckboy gear—all black sweats, a hoodie, and the brim of a baseball hat peaking out underneath the hood.In-cog-nito.Cooper took a quick look at Nico, his eyes staying on Nico’s bare chest.
Nico stepped towards Cooper, and with every step Nico took, Cooper took another step back. It became a dance of sorts.
Nico pointed squarely at Cooper. “Don’t ever fucking send me a thumbs up emoji again.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“It’s dismissive. I know your generation is flippant in their communication style.”
Cooper stopped, just in front of the couch, pulling his hoodie over his head and tossing it to the ground. “We’re the same generation.”
“No, we’re not.”
“How fucking old do you think I am?” Cooper disposed of his tee shirt.“Twenty-eight, in case you seriously don’t know.”
“Which makes you the last of the millennials.” Nico shoved the other man backwards, onto the couch. “A dying breed.”
“Maybe that helps explain why I don’t like you all that much.”
“Shut up.” Nico straddled him, his knees sinking into the leather of the couch. He reached for Cooper’s shirt, and Cooper raised his arms to let Nico tug it over his head. “You love me.”
“Love is an extremely strong word and it has no application here.”
“What keeps bringing us back together like this?”
“Our cocks.” Cooper bucked upwards, his hardness suppressed by sweatpants but still noticeable. “We don’t have any other outlet.”
“Speak for yourself.” Nico smiled and took the ring hanging from Cooper’s necklace into his fingers. For the first time, he noticed the inscription on it;LC. “I have plenty of outlets.”
“You know what? I think I’ve changed my mind.” Cooper lifted Nico up and tossed him onto his back. He crawled between Nico’s legs and grinded himself against him. “I don’t want to be fucked. I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Cooper stole Nico’s breath with a fast kiss, with hands that cupped around his ass. It seemed Cooper’s aversion to kissing was long gone andfucking hell,the way Cooper’s stubble brushed over Nico’s neck was enough to send his toes curling into the leather.
Abso-fucking?—
“Yeah,” Cooper groaned, his hot breath sweeping over Nico’s cheek. “Just like this.”
Nico held a hand against Cooper’s chest, holding the other man in place. “A bet is a bet.”
Cooper’s blue eyes danced sideways and he exhaled softly. The other man rolled off the couch and landed on his feet with an erection trying to tear its way through his sweatpants. He smiled and turned on his feet, leaving Nico alone on the couch.
Nico sat up on the couch. “Where the fuck are you going?”
Cooper bent forward, climbing out of his sweatpants and revealing a red jock strap that outlined and held up his perfect ass. Muscular, round, andfuckkkk.Cooper cocked his head over his shoulder with a sedated grin. “I’m too proper to get fucked on the couch.”
Was Nico not proper? Did he not deserve to be fucked in the bed every time Cooper had drilled his cock into him? Cooper took Nico anywhere and everywhere, but Cooper was old money. Classy. Stoic. Pompous. So much better than being fucked on a fucking couch.
Nico was going to enjoy every second of this. He stood up to follow Cooper, palming his erection through his shorts as they made their way to the bed. Cooper collapsed forward, lying flat and throwing his hands above his head. Nico disposed of his shorts and briefs, his cock springing free.
This pounding he was about to give Cooper was a year overdue and he was more than ready to get to fucking. He climbed onto the bed, giving Cooper’s ass a quick smooch before steadying his body over the other man. His cock slipped between Cooper’s crack and he thrusted once or twice. Cooper tensed beneath him.
