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“You better come fast because I’m not going to last long.” Noah pumped into Cooper’s hand. Their pricks rubbed together, hard and hot.
“You and me both.  Holy shit, why does this feel so good?”
Their breaths mingled. Sweat slicked their bodies as they moved together. As they both fucked Cooper’s hand. Noah bit his lip, trying to hold his orgasm off. All it took was looking down at Cooper, seeing him doing the same while his eyes were down, watching their cocks together.
“Fuck…I’m right here, man. I’m about to fucking lose it.” Noah pushed again, as Cooper’s grip tightened. That was all it took. He groaned, his body tense; his movement not stopping, as a jet of semen shot from his dick and all over Cooper’s abs. When Cooper exploded, Noah erupted more, both their come pooling in the creases between Cooper’s muscles.
Noah collapsed on top of him, not caring about the sticky mess between them. No, liking their spunk mixed together between them. A part of himself, mixed with the most important person in his life.
Neither of them moved except to breathe heavily. Finally, it was Cooper who spoke first. “I’m good at that.”
Noah couldn’t help but laugh, even though, there was a part of him who felt like Cooper was taking this much too lightly. It had to be a huge deal for him. He’d only been with women, yet he got a blowjob from a man last night, and now he’d jerked Noah off. “You’re a cocky bastard, is what you are.”
“With good reason. Now get the hell off me. You’re heavy.”
Noah laughed again and stood. Cooper didn’t look at him. Noah wondered if Cooper had regrets or if he was just looking too deeply into things. “I’m going to clean up. Meet me in the kitchen. I’ll start the coffee. We need to talk.”
No matter how much he wanted to forget talking, and clean Cooper off with his tongue, before getting him all messy again, Noah walked out without a word.
***
It wasn’t until Cooper stood in his bathroom, cleaning not only his own, but Noah’s jizz off his stomach, that it really hit him what he just did. He’d jacked another man off. Their cocks had been together, hard, rubbing against each other until they’d both gotten off.
He’d slept in the same bed, naked with another man.
A guy had Cooper’s cock in his mouth last night.
And he’d liked it.
I fucking loved it. It was…normal, comfortable, incredible.
What would people say if they knew? The guys at the firehouse? Forget other people. What mattered was his uncle, and he knew damn well what he would think.
Cooper’s stomach dropped out, and he suddenly wanted to vomit. But then, he considered it had been Noah. Noah; his oldest, and best friend who had done all those things to him—with him. That made it different. Made the consequences worth it.
It wasn’t as though they were getting married. Or like they’d be announcing their…whatever the hell it was they were doing, to the world. What was wrong with just chilling out, and seeing what happened? Cooper didn’t like regrets. What if he’d tried to pull his Mom free? What if he could have saved at least her? He spent his life wondering that, and as crazy and scary as this whole thing was, he wouldn’t let Noah be a regret.
Cooper finished wiping himself off, brushed his teeth and then pulled on a clean pair of boxer-briefs, before making his way downstairs and to the kitchen.
Noah wore a pair of shorts, as he stood at the coffee pot, pouring the water in. Cooper watched the muscles in his back move. The sexy as hell dragon tattoo on his back, that Noah said he had randomly got, while drunk one night. Watched his waist as he turned. He’d looked at Noah a million times, and never noticed that there was something almost…beautiful about him.
He chuckled to himself, realizing that he sounded like a sap. Turning one of the kitchen chairs backward, he sat at it, leaning over the back. “Thanks for last night. That nightmare kind of snuck up on me. I’m trying not to be embarrassed.”
Noah turned to him. “Not the first one I’ve seen. No need to be embarrassed.”
No, it wasn’t the first. Noah had heard a lot of them when they were kids.
Noah pulled two coffee cups from the cabinet, filled them both and then set them on the table. There was already a sugar bowl there. Cooper watched as Noah grabbed the creamer from the fridge, and then sat across from him.
They made their cups in silence.
This was ridiculous. “Why are we acting like someone died?”
Noah shook his head but Cooper could see a smile curling his lips, hiding behind his coffee cup.