Nico settled back onto the couch just in time to watch Cooper sit up and pull his sweater over his head.
“Take off your pants,” Cooper said as he did the same, unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down his legs, revealing a pair of form-fitting black boxer briefs.
Nico stood back up, disposed of his pants, and sat back down in white briefs.
Cooper adjusted his computer to give Nico the best possible view, with Cooper centered in the frame with everything below his knees showing. “Touch yourself.”
Nico, as always, loved being told what to do. He palmed his growing erection through his underwear. Finally, he had an audience for his one-man show. He locked eyes with a mesmerized Cooper and held the head of his cock through the fabric.
Cooper reached into his underwear and stroked himself. Above the waist, he chewed into his bottom lip.
Nico slid his white briefs down his legs, letting them pool on the tiled floor as his erection sprang free, slapping his belly button. He palmed his hand over the head, smearing precum over it and using it as lube to begin stroking.
“Yeah,” Cooper said, breath ragged. “Show me your hole.”
Nico propped his feet up on the coffee table and angled his body forward. Though it was relatively dark in the small living room, there was enough light from the TV for his hole to be visible on the computer screen.
“Fuckkk,” Cooper moaned. “Spit on your fingers and rub it for me.”
Between his parted legs, Nico raised two fingersto his mouth and dragged his tongue over them. He reached down and tapped his hole and then circled around the rim. His mouth dropped slightly open as he pushed his way inside.
“I’m so fucking jealous,” Cooper said, rubbing a hand over his chest while he continued to stroke his cock underneath his underwear.
“Yeah?” Nico moaned, inching further inside but not too far. After all, he wasn’t a fan of fingers.
Cooper’s eyes squinted. His lips trembled. “I fucking miss you.”
Nico’s eyes tore open. “Miss me or miss my ass?”
Cooper met him halfway, all the way across the world and yet it was like they were sitting right in front of each other. “Both.”
“But you’re here, right beside me.” Nico grabbed Lil Cooper and waved it in front of the camera. “You want to fuck me, Coach?”
Cooper nodded, breathless.
And so Nico prepped the dildo, painting it with a generous portion of lube and giving it a few strokes. While Nico was getting ready for the big show, Cooper wiggled out of his underwear and took the weight of his cock into his hand, stroking it slowly as his eyes remained fixed on the screen.
Nico lowered Lil Cooper to his hole, lined it up, and inhaled sharply as he pushed forward. It was a familiar feeling of a particularly familiar thing. The same width as Cooper’s actual cock, and the sting as it squeezed through the sphincter was more than welcome. The toy eased into him like a puzzle piece that just fit.
It wasn’t as warm as Cooper’s cock.
It didn’t throb like Cooper’s cock.
And it wouldn’t spend itself inside, flooding him with Cooper’s cum.
But in the lonely stretches of time when Cooper was gone, it was the closest thing he had to feel as if he was right there. And Cooper… was always fucking gone.
Nico filled himself to the base of the dildo and held himself there. He watched Cooper, waiting for the sign to go. Nico began to stroke his own cock with his free hand as he continued to wait.
Cooper nodded and that was Nico’s cue. He tugged at the dildo, inching it backwards and then forward again.
Cooper’s stroking matched Nico’s thrusting. The faster Nico went, the faster Cooper stroked. The harder the dildo rammed Nico’s prostate, the harder Cooper’s fist echoed against his pelvis.
“Fuckkkk,” Cooper cried out, sinking backwards into the couch. “I’m going to come.”
Nico’s lips curled and his cheeks flushed when he saw himself approaching his own release on the laptop. He pumped his cock to the same tempo as he fucked himself.
“Fuck, baby!” Cooper held himself firm at the base of his cock as he sputtered forward, shots of cum landing on the computer first and then the camera, coating Nico’s screen in clouds of whiteness that were hard to see through.
