“Don’t forget,” Nico panted. “I won the bet.”
“Shut up,” Cooper barked. “Shut up and fuck me.”
“You asked for it.” Nico pushed Cooper onto his stomach and without pulling his cock out of the other man,rolled on top of him. He braced both hands on the headboard, steadied himself, and began pounding away.
“Fuuuckkk,” Cooper moaned, the same elongated word thrown from the back of his throat every time Nico’s body smacked against his.
“Oh my god,” Nico managed to eke out. “I’m gonna?—”
“Ahhh…” Cooper cried. “Shit. Fuck.”
Sweat dripped from Nico’s hair, landing on the back of Cooper’s neck. His arms tensed, and the muscles in his back pulled taut. Every ragged breath that escaped his mouth sounded like the precursor to a heart attack. His thrusts shifted from measured strokes to something far more erratic.
Short and then longer, and then short again.
The rhythm and the melody was gone. All that was left was a desperate hunger for release and when he took one quick look at Cooper’s reddened ass, it sent him over the edge.
He bucked forward, his arms threatening to give out from the weight of his body.
“Jesus Shit Christ,” Nico screamed, his voice quaking, as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there. It was only after the third or fourth load that he realized he had raw-dogged Cooper. He collapsed on top of him, their sweaty bodies clinging together like messy saran wrap. His voice trembled as he taunted the man below him, “I own you now.”
“I hope you had the time of your life,” Cooper said with a playful laugh. “Because that’s a one-and-done.”
“Whatever you say, Coach.” Nico rolled over and collapsed on his back, his chest heaving from the comedown.
“Well that’s what I said, Rook.” Cooper said, rolling onto his back.
Nico reached to Cooper, and felt something warm and sticky against the skin of his arm. He glanced down and saw a pool of cum dirtying the sheets. His eyes tore straight to Cooper. “Is that your jizz or someone else’s?”
Cooper narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “You are incorrigible."
“Come here,” Nico said, propping his arm underneath Cooper’s head.
But Cooper had other plans. He did the same to Nico, and he won that battle, pulling Nico’s head to his chest. “Now, we go back to our regularly scheduled programming.”
Nico was more than okay with that. As much as he loved taking Cooper the way Cooper had always taken him, he was certain now which he preferred. He was a taker and he planned to take and take from Cooper until there was nothing left. Until Cooper’s walls crumbled.
Cooper loved hotel rooms. He loved the privacy, and he loved the urgency. Most of all, he loved the fact he’d most likely never see that same room again. It was a way he could do what he needed to do and leave it behind him.
Back at home, the memories of Luke haunted him.Recently though, he’d been haunted by the ghost of the night Nico came over. Saw the ghost of Nico in the closet and in the shrine. Saw the somber look on Nico’s face in the kitchen and felt his lips on his own every time he marched up or down the towering staircase.
It’d been about a half-hour since he gave himself to Nico, something he hadn’t done with anyone in over three years. The sweat had dissipated into the abyss, their breathing had steadied, and all that was left was silence as Nico laid on Cooper’s chest.
Nico cupped Cooper’s necklace in his palm and held it in place. “LC,” he said and peeled his eyes upward to meet Cooper’s. “Luke and Cooper?”
“It means last chance.” Cooper took the ring back into his hands and sighed, but Nico didn’t look convinced. “You’re too nosey.”
“You always have a piece of him with you.”
It wasn’t like Cooper could wear the engagement ring Luke had given him, not on his necklace and certainly not on his finger. The diamonds were a dead giveaway. The small inscription that honored the love of his life could be worn discreetly wherever he went—the gym, the pool, the locker room. Nobody was ever any the wiser.
Nobody except this irritating quarterback.
But Cooper didn’t want to talk about Luke, and so they didn’t.
They laid together in silence for another half hour before Nico grew antsy.
Nico sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his underwear up his legs before standing up and finishingthe job, tucking his perfect ass away into white briefs. Cooper figured he should do the same, climbed out of bed, and slipped back into his sweats.
