by Amy Lane
Sammy was ready for that, ready to swallow, ready to keep sucking until Cooper was dry.
What he didn’t anticipate, couldn’t have known, was that his own erection, tender and aching and digging into the sheets under Sammy’s body, would be stimulated to the breaking point, just like Cooper’s.
Cooper tangled the fingers of one hand hard in Sammy’s hair, and Sammy moaned and bucked, just as Cooper spurted in Sammy’s mouth.
By the time Cooper was done enough to push Sammy gently away, Sammy was lying in a cooling sticky puddle of his own.
“Augh,” he groaned, burying his head in Cooper’s thigh.
“What?” Cooper tugged some more. “Come up here, Sammy, and hold me.”
He sounded lost, and Sammy felt a little lost himself. Sammy scooted up and wrapped his arms around Cooper’s shoulders. They shivered together for a few heartbeats, and Sammy grabbed the blanket and pulled it over both of them.
“But….” Cooper turned into Sammy’s chest and accepted Sammy’s whispers, his reassurance, his tenderness. After a few moments, in which Sammy’s heartbeat stilled to a low roar in his ears, Cooper finally managed a complete sentence.
“But, Sammy—what about you?”
Sammy half laughed. “Cooper… you, uh, came in my mouth.”
Cooper hid his face.
“That was… that was really sexy! I had no idea it was that sexy!”
Cooper peeked out and watched Sammy’s face carefully with those oddly asymmetrical eyes. “How sexy?” he asked, like he was putting two and two together.
Sammy’s turn to hide his face. “That sexy,” he admitted, embarrassed as hell.
Cooper kissed the top of his head, his temple, and finally, when Sammy raised his face, his lips.
“That’s amazing,” Cooper told him, eyes wide. “That’s….” Sammy ground against him, still flaccid but thinking about filling up again. “That’s amazing.”
Sammy gave a tired chuckle. “Well, yeah. But, you know—” He yawned. “—exhausting.”
Cooper yawned too. “Then stay,” he whispered. “Stay. I’ll turn off the light, and if, you know, in the middle of the night….”
“We want to do something like that again…?” Sammy teased.
Cooper raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Yeah. I don’t think that’s a one-shot deal.” He grinned, the expression wicked. “We might even get to use the lubricant someday.”
Sammy laughed, low and sleepy, and Cooper reached over to turn off the light.
“Do you want,” Sammy asked, stopped by a yawn so he had to start again. “Do you want I should get a washcloth?”
“First person who gets up to pee,” Cooper told him logically. Then Sammy felt trembling fingertips on his face that had nothing to do with logic.
“I love you, Sam Lowell,” he said softly.
“Love you too, Cooper Hoskins.”
“Night.”
“Night.” Sammy nuzzled his temple and fell almost immediately asleep.
HE woke up in the dark, knowing immediately that the other body in bed with him was Cooper’s and that Cooper was kissing his neck.
“Mm….” Sammy was going to ask for the time, but Cooper’s lips were tickling, tantalizing, and he decided that if the house was still dark, he didn’t have to worry about numbers. He turned his head and lowered it, hoping Cooper would raise his face for a kiss, but to his surprise, Cooper scooted down on the bed, his bare skin slithering against Sammy’s deliciously.
He was taking an obvious path, but Sammy had never been on this path, so every kiss was fireworks and perfect chords. He arrived at Sammy’s nipple with a little scrape of teeth, and Sammy moaned softly, kneading Cooper’s dark curly hair like a cat.
“Mmf?” Cooper punctuated the question with a hard suck and the swish of his tongue.
“Yeah, it’s good!” Sammy laughed, and then he gasped, because Cooper used his teeth again. “So good….”
Cooper chuckled, the sound muffled against Sammy’s chest, and then moved to the other nipple. Sammy rolled to his back, feeling vulnerable even as he arched his chest against Cooper’s mouth.
Cooper kept tormenting, kept laving, and then he started reaching.
His hand, delicate and teasing, spread-palmed against the length of Sammy’s cock, was enough to bring a gasp of excitement. Sammy’s hips bucked high, and he stayed there for a moment, trembling.
“Easy,” Cooper whispered. “Down, boy.”
Sammy whimpered but lowered his hips, pressing his ass against the sheets with all his will.
“Better.” The arrogance in Cooper’s voice—when he was never arrogant! But here in the dark he seemed to have control of the situation in a way Sammy had never mastered. “Now I’m going to stroke you, but I want to, you know, suck you too. So tell me if you get close, okay?”
Sammy nodded and then remembered they were making love in the dark. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Okay.”
Cooper kept up that coordinated caress, his mouth on Sammy’s nipples, his hand on Sammy’s erection, not even squeezing, just touching, fingers, palm, fingertips, until the teasing left Sammy breathless.
“Are you going to come?” Cooper asked, almost clinically.
“No, but I’m going to grab myself if you don’t get a move on!”
Cooper laughed, and the sound was like Cooper’s come in Sammy’s mouth—sexy and dirty and awesome.
It sounded even better when Cooper grabbed his cock.
Sammy groaned, loud and unapologetically, and Cooper kept his hand where it was but lunged up to capture Sammy’s mouth with his own.
Oh, this was just as good as nipple play. Sammy opened his mouth and his thighs, helpless, melting into the sheets as Cooper took over and plundered his mouth and milked his erection at the same time.
There was no controlling this situation, no trying to make sure everybody was happy. Cooper was in charge. Sammy simply let himself be pleasured, moaning when it was good, concentrating on keeping his legs spread and Cooper’s tongue in his mouth.
Cooper kept stroking and pulled away from the kiss, panting. “Oh, Sammy, you’re amazing.”
Sammy tried not to whine. “I’m going to come,” he pleaded. “God, Coop, I’m… I’m….” His hands flailed as he gave himself over to Cooper’s stroke, and Cooper let go to grab his hands.
“Easy,” he whispered, calming Sammy like he seemed to take care of all situations—gently, with quiet strength. “’Kay, Sammy, I’m going to suck you now. I want you to hold your hands over your head, okay? Just lace the fingers together—that’s it. Keep your hips flat for me, okay?”
“Yeah,” Sammy breathed, feeling more exposed than he’d ever felt in his life. “I can do that.”
Cooper ran the flat of his hand up Sammy’s thigh, over his hip bone and his stomach, then around his chest. “Good. Now hang in there, okay?”
“Yeah.” Sammy closed his eyes then and allowed Cooper to take over entirely.
Ah! Oh, his mouth! Exquisite! He sucked gently, then explored with his tongue. Sammy tried to give him clues—oohs and ahhs when he felt the flat of Coop’s tongue on his frenulum, little grunts and cries when Coop teased his slit. Ah! He fought the temptation to buck, fought the urge to flail his hands or grab Cooper by the hair. His entire body quivered, but it was Sammy’s job to hold still, and dammit, Sammy could do this!
And then Cooper—very deliberately, very carefully—brushed the bell of his cock with his teeth.
Sammy let out a little sob and bucked hard while Cooper hung on for dear life and stroked Sammy’s shaft while sucking on the bell.
Sammy unlaced his hands and jammed one of his fists into his mouth, muffling a cry of climax while keeping his hands the hell out of Cooper’s way.
Cooper kept sucking, swallowing, stimulating, until Sammy gave a little whimper and rolled over to his side.
Cooper rested his head on Sammy’s thigh and stroked him, from the rise of his hip to his knee.
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sp; “Wow,” Sammy whispered, so full of wonder he couldn’t find any other words.
“Wow?” Cooper echoed, his voice full of hope.
“Wow. Seriously. That was wow. Was it wow when I did it for you? Because it was damned wow when you just did it for me. I had no idea anything could be so wow. I mean, I thought sex would be pretty awesome, but that right there, that was made of wo—”
Because Cooper had shoved up again to capture Sammy’s mouth. Sammy tasted himself, earthy and bitter and sexy, and fell into the kiss again, lost in the swirling of Cooper’s tongue and the silk and glide of their naked bodies sharing the same space.
The kiss subsided, and Sammy felt the tug of sleep again. “Cooper? You want I should….” He reached between their bodies and felt Coop’s cock, semisoft and dripping. “Oh.”
“Oh, he says,” Cooper laughed. “Yeah, I came too. Jesus, Sammy—you sort of blow a guy’s mind when he’s blowing your dick, you know that?”
“I have no idea,” Sammy said with sleepy dignity. “I believe I mentioned this was a first for me too.”
“Well, you do,” Cooper told him, snuggling back against Sammy, pushing his face into Sammy’s neck.
“Cooper, should I set the alarm, in case the kids wake us up?”
“No,” Cooper mumbled. “No. Want to tell the world. Would settle for just not hiding it from the kids.”
“Kk. Let the awkward questions begin.”
Cooper’s sleeping chuckle was the last thing he heard before daylight.
TURNED out, nobody asked any questions at all. Sammy was out the door to run at his usual early hour, but this time, since Cooper didn’t have kid duties on Saturday morning, he took Cooper with him.
Together they panted through the quiet of the suburb until they reached a park in the heart of it, circled around for a mile, and then ran back. They arrived at the house sweaty and pleasantly breathless—and starving.
“Sit down,” Cooper commanded. “I’ll get you juice and some leftovers from last night.”
“No pancakes?” Sammy teased. “After last night?”
“Meatloaf,” Cooper said direly. “And vegetable juice. I forgot to juice you up this morning. If you don’t remember, I need to be your backup.”
Sammy frowned. “I swear I’m responsible for my own health, Coop. You shouldn’t have to do it.”
Cooper tagged him gently on the back of the head. “I want to do it, dork! And I know you can do it, Sammy, but it’s just not… you know. In your skill set. Time is not a thing with you, but I’ll make you take time to eat.”
“I’ll try not to be too much trouble,” Sammy vowed, bothered. He loved Cooper, but he didn’t want to be babied by him. It would really suck if Cooper only cared about him because Sammy was another one of the kids.
“Hey.” Cooper draped himself over Sammy’s shoulders. “I fell in love with you because you were my angel. Taking care of you—that’s, like, a perk. It’s a thing I can do for you to pay back for all you do for me.”
Sammy bit his lip and tried to hold back his shy smile. “I’m your angel?” he asked wistfully.
“The only angel I’ve ever had,” Cooper reassured, kissing his temple.
Oh, that was right—Sammy was Cooper’s first—and not just his first lover. They could take care of each other.
The rumble of a cleared throat had them jerking away from each other in surprise, and Sammy turned to meet Channing’s grim amusement. “Oh no,” Channing gestured, “carry on necking in the kitchen. It’s comfortable for all of us.”
“Don’t be an ass,” Tino muttered. “But beware, guys, the kids are coming, so unless you have plans to dissect your se—uhm, love life, I’d tone it down a bit. No, Cooper, we’re not having meatloaf for breakfast—and you don’t need to cook. Sit down and have coffee. I’m making blueberry pancakes with actual blueberries. Antioxidants, iron—don’t worry, we won’t let Sammy starve.”
Cooper sat down next to Sammy promptly, and they shared a wicked smirk of caught conspirators for a moment. Channing poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down next to Cooper—all the better to pin Sammy with a gimlet glare.
“So, Samford. The car.”
Sammy buried his face in his hands. “Yeah.”
“My mechanic called me this morning. Would you care to explain?”
“I’ve got no words,” Sammy muttered, reliving the horror of coming out from his classroom and finding his car up on blocks, sans wheels, and vandalized to boot.
“That was done at the school parking lot?” Channing asked, gaze flickering to Cooper, and Sammy nodded vehemently.
“Yeah—I walked out of the cafeteria and there it was. I was the last person out too, besides the janitor.”
“Okay, did you call the police?”
Uh…. “No?”
Channing grimaced. “Did you call your boss?”
“No either?”
Sammy knew the sound of Channing breathing in and out through his nose, hard, as though the air pressure would keep him from talking. “I think we should do that this morning, don’t you?” Channing asked carefully, and Sammy nodded.
“Oh yeah, that’s a really good idea!”
Breathe in, breathe out. “Awesome. Now about your car parked at the school—”
“I think he should drive my car,” Cooper said, really fast like he was trying not to lose courage.
Channing’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry?”
“Well, it needs some stuff—brakes, tires, coils, spark plugs, a new exhaust manifold, some weird thing they do to check oil leaks, oil—”
“We get the idea,” Tino said, his mouth twisted into an impossible shape. “Now tell Channing why you think he should drive it to work.”
Cooper blinked like the answer was too simple to even articulate. “Because it looks like a piece of crap and nobody would want to vandalize it. I parked my first car in a way shittier neighborhood than where Sammy works, and nobody touched it!”
Channing put his hand over his mouth and breathed in and out through his nose. And then again.
“I think that sounds like an awesome idea,” Tino said brightly. “Don’t you, Sammy?”
Sammy nodded and smiled encouragingly at Cooper. “That’s really creative,” he said, all admiration.
“Cooper?” Channing said, his voice constricted and thin. “What exactly happened to your first car?”
Cooper bit his lip. “Well, I need to check my forwarded mail. There should be a letter from it.”
Sammy smiled at Tino and Channing, who seemed to be entranced. “Why would the car write you a letter?” he asked, excited about the answer.
“Well, it sort of died. This was right after I got my job with Brandon’s company, actually, and the car died at a gas station, and I couldn’t fix it, and Brandon couldn’t fix it. It was a 1974 Volvo, right? I mean, it was old. And the transmission went out and—”
“Oh God,” Tino muttered. “It’s worth more than the car.”
“Right?” Cooper nodded at Tino like he’d found another ally. “So I didn’t have towing, and I didn’t have the money to fix it, and so I sort of left it there and caught a ride with Brandon until my second paycheck and I could buy the one I have now.”
“You just left it?” Channing asked, mouth working like there was so much more to say.
“Well, yeah. Brandon said they’d tow it eventually, and they did, and we got a letter from the car saying it had been towed and then sold to someone else to pay for the towing. And I thought, ‘Well, that’s good. Maybe they can afford a transmission.’ But then the car wrote another letter, saying it was dead on the side of the road and I should come get it, and I was like, ‘No way, buddy—you went home with that other family. You belong with them!’ and then I got another letter saying it had been sold to offset towing. And it was weird. It was like I hadn’t owned the car for three years, but I kept getting letters from the DMV telling me how it was doing. It felt kind of nice, actually. Like the car
didn’t hold grudges.”
Sammy laughed, delighted. He had no idea Cooper was capable of this much whimsy, and he adored it. “That’s awesome! I wonder where it will go next.”
“Well, the last notice was from New Mexico—it’s getting around.”
Channing made a very strange sound, and Sammy turned toward him. “Uncle Channing, are you okay? You sound like you’re getting sick.”
Channing scrubbed at his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Yeah, Sammy. I’m getting a headache. I’m going to go take a painkiller. I’ll be right back.”
He lurched away, and Sammy looked at Tino. “Oh no—will he be okay for breakfast, do you think? The kids should be up any second!”
“I’ll make breakfast,” Tino said weakly. “If I let you two touch it, you’ll be eating meatloaf in New Mexico.”
Sammy chortled and Cooper grinned, his pleased expression telling Sammy everything he needed to know about how hard Cooper had worked on that story to make it funny.
“If we take the car to the mechanic’s today, do you think it will be ready on Monday?” Sammy asked, because it was a really good idea.
Tino pulled eggs and blueberries out of the refrigerator and turned to look at him, his expression falling unexpectedly sober. “Yeah. Of course. Just, I need to talk to your uncle first.”
“About what?” Sammy asked, picking up on Tino’s nuance.
Tino sighed and put the food on the counter, then went to the cupboard looking for the pancake mix. “All things regarding Sammy, mostly. Including….” He paused and looked at the two of them thoughtfully. “Have you heard anything about those touring fellowships?”
Ugh. “Uh, no. We don’t find out until the beginning of April.”
Tino regarded him steadily. “So. Are you planning to go?”
“Well, I was kind of thinking—”
“Yes,” Cooper said suddenly, surprising him. “Yes, he’s going.”
“Cooper!” Sammy laughed, torn between relief that Cooper seemed to understand and dismay, because… because two months!
“No,” Cooper told him, shaking his head. “Don’t… don’t say no because….” He bit his lip and looked at Tino, and then looked back at Sammy, his remarkable eyes wide and calm. “You deserve to go, Sam. You deserve to perform and show kids music and see what it’s like to play in different places every night. You… you said it yourself. You don’t need me as a keeper—and if you and me are going to be you and me, it needs to be strong enough to last two months.”
