“Open them. Look at me. Look at us.”

So Cooper did. He peered down, watching as Noah’s hips pulled out before he thrust forward, disappearing inside Cooper’s body again.

And it was incredible.

“More…give me more...”

Noah did. Pulling out and slamming forward, over and over. Cooper wrapped a hand around his own erection and started to stroke as Noah fucked him into the mattress. Each time Noah surged forward, he gasped, felt Noah’s sac slap against him.

His orgasm, already pricking at his balls.

Noah was gorgeous above him. All flexing, thick muscles. Coop sped up his movements, jacking himself as Noah fucked him.

Noah pulled out, almost all the way, then leaned more, making him hit inside Cooper at a different angle. When he slammed in again, Cooper crumbled apart, his insides bursting into flames as semen shot out of the end of his cock. Each time Noah pushed in, another jet flew onto his chest. It was like his orgasm would never end, pulling him under, wave after wave.

“So fucking beautiful.” Noah moaned, and then he yelled out his own orgasm, before collapsing on top of Cooper.

Coop just lay there and smiled. Fought to breathe. Neither of them spoke for the longest time, until Cooper ran his hand through Noah’s hair and said, “I’ve never…I don’t…. That was…Hell, I don’t even know. I just can’t wait to do it again.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Noah needed a minute alone. “I’ll be right back,” he told Cooper as he stood up and walked into the bathroom. After getting rid of the condom, he washed his hands before running them, wet, over his face. Just like Cooper hadn’t been able to, Noah couldn’t find the words to describe what just happened. Christ, he hated getting emotional over this. It wasn’t like he’d never had sex before…but he hadn’t made love. And that’s exactly what they’d done.

All he could think about was what if Coop decided he couldn’t come out? What if he wanted to keep them hidden forever, or decided being with another man wasn’t what he wanted? If he decided he didn’t want to risk Vernon’s wrath or deal with shit at work. It would kill him to lose Cooper again, to lose him in a way he hadn’t before.

Chill the fuck out, Jameson. You’re losing it.

After grabbing a towel from the rack, he wiped his face before going back out to Cooper again. He laid on his back, naked, his cock amazingly half-hard.

Noah’s heart thumped, blood rushing through him. “I brought you a towel,” he said, not sure what else to say.

Cooper turned his head and smiled at him. “You never cleaned us up before.”

“That’s because I like the evidence of what I do to you, between us.” He shrugged. “But I want, no need to take care of you, Coop.” Noah walked to the side of the bed, and wiped Cooper’s stomach with the partially wet towel, before tossing it to the floor.

“We take care of each other, yeah? Just like we used to.” Cooper grabbed Noah’s wrist and pulled him down.

He was lost. Fucking sunk. All because of the man in bed with him right now. “Come here,” he told Coop, and he obeyed. Coop rolled over, and wrapped an arm around Noah. The weight felt right there, heavy and perfect. Reaching over, Noah turned off the light. “Go to sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Noah felt like he’d just closed his eyes when his stomach growled, waking him up. Their room was already bright with light, telling him it was fairly late in the morning. He hadn’t meant to sleep so late. They were going back home tomorrow morning and he wanted to spend as much time with Coop as possible.

And here I go being a sap again. It’s not like we don’t live together.

But today was also the anniversary of his parents’ death. He wanted the day to be fun for Cooper.

Noah pressed his lips to the top of Cooper’s head. “Wake up, baby. I need food.” He knew Cooper would, too. The other man was always hungry when he first woke up.

Cooper rolled over, and then winced. “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry you’re sore.” Noah kissed him again.

Coop’s sleepy eyes caught his. “I’m not.”

Noah leaned in. As their lips were about to touch, Coop’s stomach growled this time, making both men laugh. “Food first. I’ll kiss and make it better later.” Noah winked, trying not to smile at the cheesiness of his own line.

Both men climbed out of the bed and went to shower together. It about killed Noah not to touch him but he knew if he did, he’d want to fuck Cooper again. He wanted him to get a break, because he definitely had to be even sorer than he was letting on.