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Cooper didn’t let himself think—just spoke. “I want you in my bed.” He figured that would be the best way to go about all this. Full steam ahead.

Noah stood there for a second without speaking. Coop thought he was going to tell him no, and Cooper would have to kick his friend’s ass, but then Noah climbed back into bed with him.

“I should… You deserve some relief too.” He’d been a prick not to think about it sooner. It was an asshole move to get off and not offer something in return.

“Not tonight,” Noah said simply. And maybe it really did make him an asshole, but he accepted the demand.

“Night.” Cooper flexed his arm, not sure if he should wrap it around Noah or not.

“Night.”

They didn’t touch, didn’t talk, and Cooper’s nightmare didn’t come back when he fell asleep.





CHAPTER ELEVEN



It took Noah most of the night to fall asleep. He already had shit on his mind before he stepped foot into Cooper’s room, and now he worried his friend would realize at any second what he’d done, and kick Noah out. Even if that didn’t happen, he still had to deal with the feel of Cooper’s naked body next to him, while he had a killer case of blue balls. He struggled not to shove his hand under his boxer-briefs, and give himself a little relief too.

As soon as his hard-on would go away, Coop would move, or hell, let out a breath, and Noah would get hard again. He had the taste of Cooper on his tongue and the knowledge that his dick was within touching distance. All he had to do was reach out his hand, and stroke. Lower his mouth and enjoy.

And those thoughts were exactly the reason he’d been awake most of the night.

As light began to slowly fit its way through the blinds on Cooper’s window, his thoughts went black.

Noah trembled when what felt like a finger, ran up the length of his cock. Even with his underwear as a barrier, it was still the best thing he’d ever felt. He needed to come, now.

Noah’s hips thrust as the finger turned into the palm of a hand, pushing and running up his length. Waking up from this dream was the last thing he wanted to do.

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.”