He alternated between massaging his shoulders and playing with his hardening nipples. Noah breathed deeply, and so did Coop.

He plucked each nipple between his thumb and finger, making Cooper groan a sexy fucking groan, before his head dropped back against Noah's bare stomach.

Noah had to fight everything inside him not to take Cooper’s mouth. That’s when he knew to pull the breaks. "No more. Not right now," Noah told him, even though he thought the words could kill him. "If you decide you want to try more, I don't want it to be a rash decision."

Coop still leaned back into him and rested his head against Noah's abs.

"I know it wasn't much, but I liked it. I feel like it shouldn’t be a big deal, but damn did I fucking like it."

"Me too," Noah replied, running his hand through Cooper’s hair. Like wasn't a strong enough word. "I don't want to push you but I have to tell you, it feels good seeing you like this. Touching your hair and feeling your head lean against me."

Coop paused before replying. "My...my dick’s hard."

All that fucking honesty again. Noah moaned and for the second time that morning, almost came in his pants. Damn, did he want to make his friend come. To open Coop’s pants, pull out his cock and take it deep to the back of his throat. "You're making me crazy, man. I am so fucking hard for you," he growled out.

Cooper pulled slightly away from him. "I can't..."

"I know. We go at your pace or if you don’t want to, not at all."

"I know."

With that, Noah forced himself to step away. "You need some space. I'm not going to crowd you. I'm going to my room. Might be there all day, but if you want anything, you come to me, okay? I don't want to fuck this up, but I also know your head has to be a mess right now. Take however much time you need. You work tomorrow, right?"

Cooper stood and faced him. Noah didn't let his eyes travel down, knowing if he saw the bulge in his friend’s pants, he wouldn’t be able to walk away, but wishing he would’ve taken the time to kiss his injured hand again.

"Yeah." Coop shook his head. The look on his face told Noah everything was coming back to him. "I need to go to my room. We'll talk later."

"Hey," Noah grabbed his arm as Coop started walking away. "Are you okay? Tell me I didn't screw-up."

There wasn’t a pause before Cooper replied. "It's scary how okay I am. I just need to think. You only did what I wanted."

Noah let go, and Cooper walked away. As soon as he heard a door shut, he went to his own room, stepped out of his pants and wrapped a fist around his cock. The whole time he saw Cooper, and hoped like hell his friend was in his room, doing the same thing while thinking of him.

***

It had been a long ass couple of days. Cooper had done his twelve-hour shifts plus extra because of a fire. He loved his job and loved saving people but it took a lot out of him—both physically and emotionally.

Half the time spent not fighting fire, he was thankful as hell to be at work. He dreaded seeing Noah, because…well, he’d asked the man to touch him. He’d had another man’s hands on his chest and leaned his head against his stomach, and it had made his dick hard.

He’d enjoyed it, and he’d wanted more.

It helped that it was Noah, though. That fact made it easier to deal with, which led to the other half of the time, when he wanted his shifts to be over so he could go home and…he didn’t know what yet.

It was a strange thing to even have to consider. Cooper wasn’t sure exactly what he should be thinking about, or why he’d asked for time. What did it mean? That he wanted to fuck around with his best friend? That he wanted to fuck his best friend?

Cooper’s whole body tensed, and not in a good way. How could he even think those words? He’d never wanted another man in his life. He slept with women and he enjoyed the hell out of it. But damn, the feel of having Noah’s hands on him. It had been electric and dangerous and…strong? That didn’t sound right, but there was a hardness there that sent heat shooting through his body, that he didn’t understand.

Hell, he didn’t get any of it.

But, he couldn’t deny that part of him who wanted Noah. Wanted to explore this attraction, and to do those same things with Noah that he’d witnessed with the other man.

How can I want a man? How the fuck can I want a man?

Those questions hadn’t left him alone since he’d seen Noah with that guy, so when he pulled his truck in front of his house, he almost wanted to drive back out again and never come home.