Something brushed over his tip, the roughness of the fabric making him moan.

“Tell me you’re awake, Noah. Tell me I can touch you.”

Noah’s eyes popped open at the sound of Cooper’s voice. Cooper laid on his side, his hand hovering over Noah’s black boxer-briefs.

“You don’t have to ask, man. You can do whatever you want to me.” Part of him knew they should talk first, figure shit out, or he should at least make sure Cooper wasn’t freaked out over what happened last night, but when the man said something like that, logic didn’t matter. “Can I take my underwear off?” Noah asked him. Damned if he didn’t hold his breath, waiting for the answer.

Coop looked at him. Noah saw determination in his gaze…saw lust too, as his friend nodded his head.

“I don’t think…I mean…last night. I don’t know…”

Noah hoped like hell this didn’t come back to bite him in the ass, but he leaned forward and silenced Cooper with his mouth. When Cooper immediately opened up for him, Noah let his tongue slip inside. It took everything in him not to climb on top of him, and try to fuck Cooper right now. But he made himself pull back. Made himself speak. “I didn’t ask you to. You do what you want. My body is at your disposal.”

At that, Cooper laughed. Noah reached down to get rid of his clothes but Cooper stopped him. “I think I want to do it.”

“Am I going to have to fight for control with you?” It wasn’t that he didn’t mind giving it up to Cooper. Or at least enjoy the hell out of the battle, to see who could come out on top.

“Shut up. I’m about to touch a naked dick that isn’t mine for the first time. Let me do it without you yappin’ in my ear.” Cooper winked at him, before he pulled Noah’s boxer-briefs down.

Noah lifted his hips, concentrated on the feel of Cooper’s fingers brushing against his skin.

“Jesus…” Cooper whispered.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Noah fought to keep this light, even though he was a hair-trigger away from exploding.

Cooper didn’t reply. Like he did everything in his life, he went for it, wrapping his hand around Noah’s cock and started stroking.

“Holy shit.” Noah’s whole body went rigid. This was Cooper. Cooper was touching him, and he’d be damned before he blew like teenager, getting a hand job for the first time.

“You feel good.” There was a sort of awe in Coop’s voice that made Noah smile.

“You do too. Squeeze a little tighter.”

Cooper did as his hand ran up and down Noah’s shaft. Every few strokes he’d stop, his hand moving to Noah’s balls and testing the weight. Running his thumb over the head, smearing pre-come as he rubbed.

“I can’t believe I’m touching you, man. It’s like I have this little voice in my head, telling me I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want it so much, it doesn’t matter. Each sound you make, the voice gets quieter.”

He was making noises? News to Noah. He thrust forward and Cooper started to jack him off again, picking up speed, squeezing him nice and tight. He focused on every touch, the feel of a callous or the sounds Cooper made.

Cooper’s grip was firm. Every inch of Noah’s shaft felt like it was on fire, electrified by the touch and knowing it was Noah. Fuck, he felt like this was the first time he’d had a man’s hand on him, his orgasm already so close.

“Wait.” Noah laid his hand over Cooper’s.

“I’m not done.” Coop’s eyes were on Noah’s cock, on their hands together there. It made Noah’s erection jerk. If he kept looking at him so intensely, he’d lose it now.

“I’m about to come.”

“That’s the point. I want…I want to see you. I want to make you feel like your whole fucking world is coming apart, like you did to me last night.”

Noah groaned. “Ah hell. How do you expect me not to come as soon as you say shit like that? Trust me, you’ll like this. Then we can come together.” Noah pulled his hand away. “Lie on your back.”

It took Cooper a second, but then he did as Noah said. “Do you have lube?” Noah asked.

“No.”

“Christ, Coop. What do you jackoff with?” Noah rolled over to lie on top of Cooper. He held himself up on his forearms. “Spit on your hand and wrap it around both of us.”

Cooper’s eyes widened for a second, but then as though he didn’t want to look out of his element, he said, “I ran out. Plus I usually jerkoff in the shower, bossy motherfucker.” Then he did as Noah said. Coop spit in his hand, and then wrapped it around both their dicks. They were both big, so his fingers couldn’t close, but it was good enough. Cooper didn’t need any instructions from there. He worked both their cocks together. Fuck, was it ever good enough.