Collide(41)

“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.

But he hadn’t… No, Coop wanted Noah in his mouth this time. Wanted to know what it felt like to have his lips stretched around Noah’s cock. “It’s my turn. I…l wanna blow you.”

Noah’s eyes went wide at that.

“Just look at it as celebrating the win.”

“But I won,” Noah countered.

“Are you saying you don’t want a blow job to celebrate?”

Coop grabbed Noah, and pulled him down to the couch beside him. In almost the same movement, he slid to the floor and lowered to his knees in front of Noah. Immediately, he went for Noah’s sweats. Noah lifted his hips, so Coop could pull them down. As soon as they got to Noah’s knees, he realized his mistake.

“Shit, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.” Coop moved to one side of Noah so he could get his clothes off, before settling between his legs again. Without a thought in his mind, other than the need surging through him, Cooper ran a finger up Noah’s shaft.

“You’re doin’ just fine if you ask me,” brushed past Noah’s lips.

Coop ignored him, and spent his time studying Noah’s prick instead. He definitely wasn’t small, not quite as long as Cooper himself, but bigger around. Pre-come already pearled at the tip of his purple-ish, throbbing head.

“You don’t have to.” Noah told him.

“Shut up.” Lust rolled through him, overpowering the nerves. Cooper leaned forward, tentatively running his tongue over the tip of Noah’s erection. He tasted precome and though a quiet voice in his head told him he shouldn’t like it, he wanted more.

So he took it. He pulled Noah’s cock into his mouth. He tasted salty, strong. Coop lowered his mouth, trying to take as much of him in as possible, but gagged when Noah’s dick got too far.

“Fuck. I’m screwin’ this up.” Cooper shook his head. He wanted to get this right. Needed to.

Noah threaded his fingers through Cooper’s hair. “No you’re not. Go slow. Get used to it. I promise you, I’ll like whatever you do to me.”

Cooper wrapped one hand around Noah’s shaft, and then took him into his mouth again. This time he didn’t go as deep, but used his hand to work Noah at the same time. He went slowly, sucking and licking, until his founds his rhythm.