Rainbow Sprinkles

by Anna Martin

“That is very okay with me.”

  Cooper laughed and let go, leaning over the side of the bed to find his box of tricks. The shoebox contained one medium-sized dildo, two different types of lube, a box of condoms, a cock ring, and a small vibrator someone had once given him as a joke present. He’d kept it, though. Nothing wrong with a vibe every now and then.

  For now, he grabbed one of the bottles of lube and a condom, then rolled back up onto the bed. Drew had taken over the job of stroking himself, and Cooper shook his head, laughing a little.

  “Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes.”

  “Come here.”

  Cooper passed him the condom and flipped open the lube, then poured just enough on his fingers. He watched, feeling more than slightly voyeuristic as Drew fiddled with the condom wrapper, before eventually pulling the thin latex out and rolling it down his cock.

  “Let me do that,” Drew murmured, reaching for the lube and nodding to where Cooper was working a second finger inside himself.

  “Nuh-uh. Next time.” He paused, took a breath, and then smirked at Drew. “I like the stretch.”

  “Shit.”

  Drew reached across, and Cooper let himself be manhandled onto his side as Drew spooned up tight behind him.

  “I haven’t had sex like this in… years,” Cooper admitted.

  Drew chuckled and kissed Cooper’s shoulder. “It’s good,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over Cooper’s hole. “Lazy fucking for a Monday afternoon.”

  “Not gonna argue with you…. Oh fuck.”

  He was almost tempted to bite the pillow or his arm or something, because wasn’t it always the same? You think a guy has a nice dick, and then they try to fuck you with it, and suddenly it’s ten times bigger than how it felt in your hand. Cooper huffed a laugh.

  “Take a deep breath,” Drew said. He nuzzled the back of Cooper’s neck. “Relax.”

  “I’m fucking relaxed.”

  “Sure you are. Relax some more.”

  Cooper did as he was told and took that deep breath, melting back against Drew’s chest.

  “Oh fuck.”

  “Mhmm.”

  And maybe Drew was onto something with this position, because they figured out timing and rhythm and Cooper’s body between the two of them, with no one pushing for more, and Drew’s lips on Cooper’s neck was something else entirely.

  When Drew bottomed out, Cooper honest-to-God whimpered and pulled Drew’s arm around his chest.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Feels good.”

  “Mm. For me too.”

  From there it all slowed down. Drew’s hands were everywhere—in Cooper’s hair, gently tugging, over his chest, plucking at his nipples, joining Cooper’s hand on his cock, stroking up and down his thighs. Cooper could twist just enough to exchange lazy kisses, then sink back into the sweet pleasure of what they were doing.

  When it hit him, Cooper was relieved they weren’t doing it face-to-face. Because this was the sort of sex you were supposed to have five, maybe eight months into a relationship, when you’d learned all of each other’s kinks and quirks, when you knew that exact spot to put your mouth on to make them shiver all over. Cooper thought this was the sort of sex you had when you thought you were possibly, finally falling for someone, when they were the person you saw yourself having a future with.

  It wasn’t the sort of sex you have the first time out the gate.

  Drew leaned down and mouthed wetly at Cooper’s neck.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Cooper moaned. “More, please, fuck.”

  Apparently that made sense, because Drew snapped his hips with a new kind of intensity, and Cooper fisted his cock a little tighter. It had been a while since Cooper did this last, and Drew was really fucking good at it, and Cooper really wasn’t going to last long.

  “You like this, hmm?” Drew murmured into Cooper’s ear, pinching and pulling at Cooper’s nipple.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “You gonna come for me, Cooper?”

  Probably, yeah, he snarked in his head, but all that came out of his mouth was a low, desperate sort of whine. A few seconds later and the pressure of Drew’s cock inside him and the twist of his own wrist over his cock, and he was stuttering and moaning and coming over his hand. Drew kept pinching Cooper’s nipple, tugging on it through his orgasm, and fucking hell, that felt good.

  With two brutal thrusts, Drew came too, pressing his face between Cooper’s shoulders as he moaned, low and throaty and gorgeous.

  For a few seconds, all Cooper could hear was the rush of blood in his ears and the familiar pounding of his own heart and Drew’s ragged breathing behind him. Then Drew hummed in apparent deep satisfaction, and Cooper hid his grin in his pillow.

  “Move,” he croaked, reaching back to slap Drew’s ass.

  “But you feel good,” Drew mumbled.

  “I don’t care, move.”

  They were both giggling as they pulled apart, Cooper using his discarded underwear to clean up himself, then collapsing back onto the bed flat on his back.

  “Ow,” he complained with a laugh, rubbing a flat palm over his abused nipple.

  “Sorry,” Drew said, and he at least looked contrite. “I should have asked permission.”

  “Don’t. It’s fine by me. I’m just aching now.”

  Drew smiled and pulled him into another slow kiss. Cooper let himself be pulled, settling in the comfort of Drew’s arms.

  “Are you… snuggling?” Drew asked as Cooper got his own back, pushing Drew down and resting his head on Drew’s shoulder.

  “No, absolutely not,” Cooper said. He kicked the fleece blanket up from the end of the bed to pull over their waists, then hooked his leg around Drew’s.

  “I think you are.”

  “Nope. I’m a Scorpio. We don’t snuggle.”

  “That’s a shame, because I’m a Taurus, and we definitely do.”

  Drew brushed his fingers through Cooper’s hair, and Cooper knew he was going to fall asleep.

  “In that case,” Cooper said on a yawn, “I’ll let you.”

  Chapter Four

  WHEN DREW woke, the sun was a little lower in the sky, and Cooper’s hand was on Drew’s dick.

  He wondered if that was awkward and decided no. It had been up Cooper’s ass; he was allowed to touch it. As Cooper skimmed his thumb back and forth over the soft skin, Drew started to finally wake up.

  “What are you doing?” he grumbled.

  “Touching it,” Cooper said a little too innocently. His hand was on Drew’s junk, after all. “You’re not cut.”

  “No,” Drew said. “My parents are modern-day hippies. I guess they never got around to doing it.”

  “It’s good. I like it.”

  “I’m pleased,” Drew chuckled.

  Cooper gently pinched the foreskin between his thumb and finger and rubbed it back and forth. Maybe unsurprisingly, Drew’s dick twitched and started to fill. He arched, stretching, and Cooper took the opportunity to rub his own dick against Drew’s hip a little.

  “You wanna go again?” Drew asked, still feeling a little sleepy.

  “Sure.”

  “You get to do all the work this time, then.”

  “You didn’t do any work the first time!”

  Cooper grinned and reached for one of the condoms, which had spilled out of the box and onto the floor. While he was leaning over, Drew smacked his ass. Cooper huffed a laugh.

  Drew’s cock was now at least half-hard and lying in the crease of his hip. He skimmed his fingers over it, just lightly, just enough to tease.

  Cooper shuffled down on the bed and kissed wetly along the inside of Drew’s thigh. Drew bit back a moan, trying not to desperately thrust his cock at Cooper’s face. Cooper did it again and again, working up Drew’s thigh until he was nuzzling at Drew’s balls.

  “Please,” Drew whispered.

  “Oh, I see how it is,” Cooper teased, then sucked Drew’s cock into his mouth.


  Drew took a deep breath and let himself lie back and feel. He ran his fingers through Cooper’s hair, rubbing through the dark brown strands. He didn’t want to push Cooper, not when what he was doing already felt so good, but the need to touch, maybe guide, was too strong.

  “Oh fuck,” Drew moaned. He gently scratched at Cooper’s scalp. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  Cooper slurped off the head of his cock and grinned. “Tell me that again when your cock’s not in my mouth and I might believe you.”

  “You’re gorgeous. Are you going to fuck me?”

  Cooper shook his head, grinning as he gently stroked Drew’s dick. “Nope. I want round two.”

  Drew pouted.

  “Next time,” Cooper promised and pressed a wet, licking kiss to the head of Drew’s cock.

  It took all of his self-control not to touch himself or Cooper as Cooper rolled the condom on, then slicked Drew’s cock up.

  “Don’t you need…?” Drew started as Cooper straddled Drew’s thighs and reached behind to grab his cock.

  “Nah. Still good from earlier.”

  Drew wasn’t sure why that was hot, but it definitely was, and his brain stopped working as Cooper arched his back and took Drew’s cock back inside.

  “Round two is good,” Drew gasped, arching his back off the bed.

  Cooper chuckled and rocked his hips tentatively. “Yes, it is.”

  Drew reached for Cooper’s waist, wrapping his hands over the gentle curve for something to hold on to, more than anything else. Above him, Cooper was moving in a slow, grinding rhythm, and despite this being round two, Drew felt like his stamina wasn’t going to be particularly impressive.

  He dared to open his eyes and blinked away the hazy sleep that lingered. Because like this, Cooper was one of the most beautiful things Drew had ever seen.

  His torso was long and lean. He didn’t have any definition in his pecs or abs, but his arms were impressively corded with thick muscle. He had a fine dusting of dark hair over his chest, darker and thicker over his belly. Cooper’s skin was softly tanned, like he spent time outdoors, rather than from actively trying to build a tan, and he had a cute, creamy pale butt that Drew wanted to sink his teeth into.

  And then, his slick pink lips, the dark eyelashes that fanned across his cheeks, the way his expression twisted with pleasure as Drew rocked into the next thrust.

  “Hey,” Drew whispered.

  Cooper bit his bottom lip, then grinned down at Drew.

  “Hey.”

  “Kiss me. Please.”

  “You don’t even need to ask,” Cooper murmured. He leaned down gingerly, aware of the shifting angle of Drew’s cock inside him, and Drew pulled him close as they exchanged soft, lingering kisses.

  He pushed his fingers into Cooper’s hair and licked into his mouth, swallowing Cooper’s cries of pleasure. It was all too good, too much, and Drew pulled away before he embarrassed himself.

  Cooper leaned back again, bracing both his hands on Drew’s chest as he picked up his rhythm, bouncing on Drew’s cock. He tipped his head forward so dark hair fell in his face, and the late afternoon sun coming in through the window lit him up like a halo.

  “Drew,” Cooper gasped.

  “You close, baby?”

  “Fuck. Yeah.”

  Drew grabbed his hips and used the leverage to thrust up, aiming for Cooper’s sweet spot. He grit his teeth, determined not to come before Cooper did, and was about to reach for Cooper’s cock to make sure they got there together when Cooper spilled over Drew’s belly, untouched and beautiful as he cried out.

  “Oh fuck,” Drew moaned, letting go and coming hard in deep, shuddering waves.

  “Oh my God,” Cooper gasped, falling forward and catching himself on his hands just before he face-planted onto Drew.

  Drew grabbed the back of his neck anyway, drawing him down into sloppy kisses. “We need a shower,” he murmured against Cooper’s lips.

  Cooper winced. “My shower is crap. And tiny. And crap.” He wriggled, and Drew grabbed his cock to make sure he could pull the condom off and get rid of it safely.

  He let Cooper pull him to his feet and refused to let go of Cooper’s hand as they stumbled through to Cooper’s—yes, tiny—bathroom.

  “You go first,” Cooper said, hitting the button to start the shower. “Don’t touch the temperature dials, you’ll fuck them up.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Drew said and ducked into the water.

  There definitely wasn’t room for two in there. Drew tried to be conscientious and washed himself quickly with Cooper’s orange shower gel, scrubbing lube and come from his skin.

  “Here, switch,” he said, taking the towel that Cooper held out for him and wrapping it around his waist. Cooper brushed a kiss over Drew’s lips as they traded places, and Drew felt a new, unfamiliar rush of something in his stomach. After everything they’d done this afternoon, he was coming apart at a kiss.

  He decided to leave Cooper to shower in peace and went back into the living room to find one of the Cokes from earlier. When Cooper got out of the shower, Drew was dressed in his boxer briefs, standing in front of the fan for the cool air.

  “I’m starving,” Cooper announced, throwing his towel over the bathroom door to dry and padding naked to his closet for clothes. “You wanna go get a burger?”

  “Sure,” Drew said softly. A few more hours with Cooper? “Sounds perfect.”

  THE PERFECT didn’t show any signs of slowing down. Their dates were infrequent, often planned and changed last-minute due to Drew’s unpredictable work schedule as the summer season got underway. Despite all that, they still managed to see each other a few times a week. Cooper’s apartment really was too small for two people, but Drew loved that it gave them some precious privacy and time alone. He didn’t get that very often in his own house.

  There was something about dating a very hot, extremely wonderful guy that had seeped through to other areas of Drew’s life. It was like Cooper was lighting him up inside, and the warm, fuzzy feelings that came from spending time together carried on, even when they both went about their regular lives.

  “Okay, deep breath in, raise your arms above your head.” Drew stretched as he spoke, eyes closed, totally focused. “Bend forward from the waist, grasp your ankles or calves, hold it there.”

  He wasn’t yoga trained, and this wasn’t really yoga. He was established enough in the Disney hierarchy now to lead the daily warm-ups that all character actors attended, and it was a part of his job he really enjoyed. Each of his colleagues took a different approach to the warm-up routines. Some of them were fast-paced and fun, some people liked taking a more theater-style approach with vocal warm-ups and lots of hand shaking, and Drew liked running sun salutations and stretching every last muscle out.

  They ran through the routine a few times, then Drew went to the keyboard in the corner and picked out a few notes for their vocal warm-up. He wasn’t much of a musician, but his years in musical theater club in high school meant he could bash a few keys and make something of a pretty noise.

  “Have a great day, everyone!” he said, dismissing the group, then took a few extra minutes to loosen up the tense muscles in his shoulders before wandering through to costuming.

  Unlike the girls, Drew didn’t have to put on layers of makeup in order to transform into his character. He always did a quick sweep of powder and covered up any blemishes if he had any, but that was it. Hair took a bit longer, depending on which character he was going to be for the day.

  “Hey, Maria,” he called, waving to his favorite costume attendant and leaning against the counter.

  “Hey, sweets. Who are you working for today?”

  “Bert, please.”

  She frowned. “Huh.”

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Scheduling probably changed, is all. I’ll go grab that for you now.”

  That was the first fuck-up of the day.

  It went downhill from ther
e.

  Scheduling in a place like Disneyland was complex, to say the least. Park hours meant employees didn’t work a regular nine-to-five job; there were regular crossovers during the day to make sure the right number of people were on shift at any one time. It was a little different with characters, who were needed in different areas of different parks at all times, balancing meet and greets with character dining and parades.

  Somehow, Drew had been scheduled to work two jobs at the same time on the same day. That meant frantic calls back and forth while someone higher up decided if they could pull someone else in to work last-minute (apparently not) or what could be cut (painful, but not impossible) or if Drew was just going to have to run around like a maniac all day.

  Yeah, the third option was the one that won out. What a surprise.

  He changed from the relatively comfortable Bert costume into the ridiculously hot Kristoff costume—seriously, Frozen was set in Norway; it didn’t translate well to summer in California. In his first meet-and-greet session of the day, a kid threw up on him. Not just a little bit of puke, but full-on, all-out, covered from the waist down in vomit.

  Drew loved kids. He hated puke.

  Less than an hour into his shift and he was trudging backstage to change into one of the spare costumes, feeling sorry for himself and the poor costume supervisor who’d have to wash the first one.

  After lunch, there was an all-out war between two managers Drew only vaguely recognized. Part of him was secretly pleased he was so well regarded among the higher-ups; the rest of him was straight-up annoyed that no one could make up their minds about the company’s damn priorities.

  He ended up dashing back and forth between California Adventure and the Disneyland park, agreeing to work a double shift to cover the later parades and skipping out on his second break to meet some Make-A-Wish kids. He never objected to that part of the job. It was one thing he’d always pitch in the extra hours for.

  All that, and his day had started so well. He’d woken up in Cooper’s bed, with Cooper snoring and drooling while draped over Drew’s chest. It was adorable. For at least thirty minutes, Drew had just lain on his back, arms wrapped around his boyfriend, and drifted.