A thumb brushed the tip, spread pre-come around, before stroking him again.
His body jerked as he was flipped to his stomach, a hard weight on his back. A masculine voice in his ear said, “I told you, I didn’t like it easy.”
Cooper thrashed, scrambling into a sitting position in his bed. The room was pitch black, silent except for his quick, panting breaths. Sweat dripped from him.
He’d dreamed about another man. About Noah. Holy shit.
Cooper ran a hand down his chest but it didn’t feel the same as Noah’s had. No, not Noah, just a dream. He didn’t stop until he reached the erection between his legs, trying to find some of the pleasure he’d just imagined.
He was hard as hell, with a picture of his best friend in his head. What the fuck was up with him?
His body tensed when he ran his finger over his head, and the hole there. Then he stroked. Stroked the same way he had a million times but different because this time he chased that feeling from the dream.
The dream of Noah.
It didn’t matter right now. Cooper needed some fucking relief. He squeezed his hand tighter around his cock, and jerked-off, thinking about another man. Thinking about Noah.
CHAPTER SIX
Noah loved his balls to be played with, even when it was himself doing the touching. He cupped them, rubbed, as his other lubed fist rapidly jerked up and down his cock. Each time he reached the head, he rubbed it with his thumb reveling in the feel of it rasping over the little hole there.
He was such an ass to be masturbating at the thought of his straight best friend, but that knowledge didn’t stop him from thrusting his hips as he jacked-off. From squeezing tighter and stroking faster, as his other hand teased his sac.
He was right there—his orgasm right at the surface, fighting to break free. Noah wanted to hold it off, to keep feeling his hand working himself. But damn, he needed to come too. Needed the release, because he was wound so fucking tight.
So, Noah let himself do it, let himself pretend it was Cooper’s hand on him. Let himself imagine Coop’s thumb rubbing the pre-come from where it beaded at his head. His hips thrust faster, and then his balls drew up tight. A jet of come flew up, landing on his abdomen. He jerked again and shot more, pleasure rushing through him before he went limp on the bed.
Noah got up, grabbed a towel and cleaned off. He dropped back into bed, flinging an arm over his head and closing his eyes. Jesus, this lust for Coop hit him hard and fast. Though he guessed, if he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t much of a surprise. He’d always been more deeply connected to Cooper than he had anyone else in his life. Only when he was a kid, it was just friendship. Now it was all mixed-up, and fucked-up by the fact that he wanted him. Noah needed to find a way to get over this, before he did something stupid and screwed everything up.
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Noah slept like shit the whole night. Deciding it wasn’t worth it to stay in bed, tossing and turning, Noah got up early. It couldn’t be any later than six, if it was even that. He pulled on a pair of shorts and headed for the shower.
Noah let the hot water pour over him until it started to turn cold. Nothing relaxed him like a hot shower. Okay, maybe one thing did, but considering he didn’t really know many people in this town—none of them being gay—he didn’t think sex was going to happen any time soon.
After washing up in lukewarm water, Noah got out, dried off and wrapped his towel tightly around his waist. If there wasn’t a reason for Cooper to be up early, he never was. The man slept like the dead. He could pass out anywhere, which Noah usually could too, but he rose fairly early every day.
Coop’s habit of sleeping in was exactly the reason he didn’t expect to walk out of the bathroom, round the corner and slam right into him.
He had his shirt off, his hair sticking up as though he’d run his hands through it a million times, just the way Noah had imagined him, when he’d jerked-off last night. “Shit. Sorry.” He went to pull back but Cooper was already doing the same. His eyes down the hall, to the floor, on the ceiling, anywhere other than on Noah.
“No problem. Easy to do. I mean, not easy. Well it is but…fuck. I gotta take a piss.” Cooper moved around him, with clothes and a towel in his hand, as though he was taking a shower. He slammed the bathroom door behind him.
What the hell was that?
Did he already fuck-up somehow? Cooper’s reaction made him think he did.
Shaking his head, Noah made his way back to his room. He dressed and then found random shit to do for a little while. He needed to get out of the house for a while today. Get some fresh air away from Cooper, and get some perspective or something.