They screwed around in the tent, playing games and talking until it was late enough for Vernon to be asleep. Coop could tell Noah was still bummed out. He hated it when Noah was bummed.
“We should probably go.” Noah reached over and grabbed his shoes.
Hadn’t Cooper just thought he would rather hang out with Noah than anyone else? It wasn’t like they wouldn’t have fun camping out. They always did.
“Where we goin’?” Cooper asked.
“To see the girls. You won.”
“And since I won, I get to pick what we do, and we’re staying right here.”
Pride swelled in Cooper’s chest when Noah looked at him, and smiled.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
At random times throughout the game, the memory from all those years ago, popped into Cooper’s head. Even back then, had Noah wondered if he was gay? Was that the reason he didn’t want meet the girls? Hell, even at thirteen, Cooper had been too horny for his own good. It could have been that Noah just hadn’t thought with his dick the way Coop did. Or maybe he really was scared of getting in trouble.
Or maybe he wanted to hang out with me…
“What the hell are you thinking about over there? You’re not watching the game.” Noah hit Cooper’s knee with his own.
Coop just shook his head, and turned to the TV again.
It went like that through most of the game. There were periods of time, where Coop would be as into it as he should be, laughing and talking shit with Noah. But then, there were those times when he’d look over at his friend and remember the things they did when they were kids, or studied Noah’s body, or imagined what it would be like to take Noah in his mouth the way he had Cooper.
Thinking about it made his heart rate jack up in excitement, and also in fear. He hated being afraid of anything, but he also didn’t want that to be the driving force behind this thing between them.
And then Noah stretched. Cooper watched the way he moved. Saw the outline of his cock pressing against the cloth of his sweats, and his mouth fucking watered.
No, fear wasn’t what was driving him at all. That was all Noah.
Maybe that something had always been there, even if they didn’t know it. Even, back when they were kids.
“Hell yeah!” Noah jumped to his feet, startling Cooper. Jesus, what was wrong with him? He almost forgot about the damn game, again.
Cooper turned his attention back to the TV, watching the replay of the Cowboys score. Watching Noah celebrate and not caring about his loss the way that he should.
Noah turned to look at him, as Cooper still sat on the couch. “What do you have to say about your loss?”
Coop didn’t give a shit. He shrugged. “I guess I have to say you got lucky.”
Noah’s brown eyes went even darker as he stared down at Cooper. Was it that obvious that Cooper wanted him?
“Maybe I’ll get lucky, again.”
Noah closed the short distance between them. “Tell me…am I going to get lucky, Coop?”
Before Cooper could reply, Noah straddled his lap. Roughly, his mouth came down on Cooper’s. The kiss didn’t last long, before his mouth trailed down Cooper’s neck.
Cooper tensed, when Noah’s teeth bit into his neck. “Jesus.” He dropped his head back. “That feels so fucking good.”
Noah did it again. Deeper, not enough to break the skin, but enough that Cooper felt a sting of pain pulse through him. “I love that…love the roughness.”
Noah pulled back, grabbed the hem of Cooper’s shirt and pulled it over his head. Noah’s mouth immediately went back to Cooper’s neck, licking, sucking and biting.
He realized he was wasting the opportunity to touch. Slowly he reached up and ran his hand up Noah’s chest. Fingered the piercings, as Noah rolled his hips, putting his weight on Coop’s dick.
“Fuck…wanna…touch you. You make me so fucking hard.” Cooper pushed his hand under Noah’s sweats, and wrapped it around his cock. He loved the feel of it. The hard rod, covered in soft flesh. Running his palm up the length, and hearing Noah hiss when he paid attention to the head.
Cooper groaned when Noah pulled away but then his hands went to the button on Coop’s jeans and he thought he might be the luckiest guy in the whole fucking world.
“God, I wanna suck you off so bad. Wanna taste you again. I love having my mouth fucked.”
Cooper’s pants were completely open by then and he had to press down on his own prick, trying to hold himself off. “No.”
Noah looked up at him, his whole body frozen, as though he thought Coop changed his mind.