The muscles in Cooper’s arms contracted as they pulled on the restraints, breaking free with his left hand. The other hand quickly followed. Cooper slid his hands up the back of his jersey that Nico was wearing and took hold of Nico’s sweaty back, his fingers digging into his skin. Nico continued to buck, taking pleasure in the new angle as he hurried towards his own release, but he was waiting for Cooper.
Clank.
Clank.
Before Nico knew it, Cooper’s cock popped out of his hole as he was tossed onto his back by a fully freed Cooper. Nico kicked a foot around Cooper’s ass and pulled him close, hungry to be filled again.
Cooper reached between his legs, grabbed his cock, and guided himself back into Nico with a sense of urgency that stabbed at Nico’s gut.
Cooper’s lips trembled as he lowered his mouth to Nico’s. Wet and hungry, and breathy and raspy. Nico inhaled every moan and every groan. Nico laid there, lost in the animalistic nature of Cooper’s thrusts that quickenedbut also shortened. Every stroke felt slicker than the last and his hole felt looser.
Until it tightened as he reached release, his cock spasming with cum, painting both of their stomachs. Nico’s fingers dug into Cooper’s back as Cooper fucked him through orgasm, his entire body trembling.
Cooper fucked him with one last stroke, buried himself as deep as he could, and emptied himself inside him.
Nico sat on the patio beside the pool with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses on a table. Every so often, he’d glance up from his phone to see if Cooper was finished with his shower. The longer Nico waited, the more he assumed Cooper had bolted. It wouldn’t be an unfamiliar ending to their time together. He looked over his shoulder at the empty beach. The best part of living in the Malibu community was the privacy. He often walked around outside in nothing but his underwear, developing his tan. Though the California sun was no match for the Florida sun back home, he much preferred the quieter weather in California.
And the people.
And the politics.
But most importantly, he could sit poolside wearing nothing more than his rival's jersey and a slutty pair of white briefs.
The patio door opened and out stepped Cooper, dressed in Nico’s Knights jersey and white boxer shorts with his phone in hand. He approached Nico, pulling his shades over his eyes as he took a seat beside him.
“I was starting to think you ran off again,” Nico said with a flat smile.
Cooper stared at the pool. “You know I’m not a runner.”
Right, he was a passer. One of the best in the league. On the field, he rushed ten yards a game. In life, he ran from anything and everything that would require him opening the smallest window to his heart.
Nico took a long glance at the other man, admiring the way the black and blue jersey adorned his skin. “I’m not saying this because I want you to steal my job again, but you look fucking fine as a Knight.”
Cooper perched his sunglasses upwards. “I look much better in red.”
“Get the fuck out of here.” Nico poured two shots of tequila. “Blue is your color. It matches your ravenous eyes.”
“Do you know what that word means?”
“I read, remember?”
“Luke and I used to wear each other’s jerseys.” Cooper pulled his shades back over his eyes and leaned his head back over the head of the chair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t?—”
“Talking about him doesn’t bother me.”
Cooper threw back his head and swallowed the shot of tequila whole. “It should,” he whispered before rising to his feet and stepping to the edge of the pool.
“Why?” Nico pondered the sadness in Cooper’s words, but it was laced with something else. Like a warning that the two of them would never be anything more than buddies who fucked. “Because you can’t possibly love someone else? You can’t love me because you’re too busy loving a ghost. I’m aware that’s part of the deal.”
Cooper cocked his head over his shoulder. “I don’t love you, Nico.”
Nico met Cooper where he stood. “Touche.”
“It doesn’t mean I won’t, or that I can’t.” Cooper swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. “When I’m with you, it feels like the beginning of something. I feel the way I did with you that I did with him before it all got out of hand. Not in a bad way, but rather in the best fucking way possible. I don’t fall easily because I know how dangerous it is. I know how lonely it is.”
Cooper tugged the Knights jersey over his head and tossed it onto one of the many chaise lounges nearby. The sun glistened off his body that was still damp from his neverending shower. He dove head-first into the pool, dipping below the surface but the silhouette of his body was on full display, the fabric of his boxers clinging to his muscular ass. He surfaced in the middle of the pool, slicking his hair back while water cascaded down his smooth chest.
“Sometimes being with someone… It’s lonelier than just being alone.”
