“Take me deep. I want your mouth,” he mumbled, and Noah did. After licking the head, he lowered his mouth down over him again.

Cooper pumped his hips, this time not stopping at one or two. He fucked Noah’s mouth over and over. That’s when he felt it. The finger trailing under his balls, lower…lower.

“Ah, fuck.” The orgasm slammed into him. Cooper tried to pull back but Noah didn’t let him. Coop let go, his come, shooting down the back of Noah’s throat, and he kept going. Kept sucking, kept taking him deep as Cooper emptied his load into his friend’s mouth.

Coop’s whole body went limp, like someone taken all the muscles out of his body. That felt… “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” he somehow managed to rasp out.

Noah chuckled. “You taste good. I could do that all night. Hell, I almost came myself just from having you in my mouth.”

Desire already started to pool again, deep in his gut. Hearing Noah talk like that… Cooper had always been a vocal lover, but usually it was him doing the talking. It put his body on high alert, made it hungry for more, hearing it from Noah.

Noah. Who’d sucked his dick.

“You’re tense. Realize what you did?” Noah asked.

Yes, and no. But hell, he liked it. He’d fucking loved it and he didn’t want Noah to think any differently. “I’m…I’m glad I did it. I’d do it again. I can’t pretend it’s not a lot to take in, Noah, but I’m also not going to sit here and say I didn’t love it.” He paused trying to find his words. “That I didn’t like knowing it was you. And…I don’t want it to stop.”

It took Noah a few minutes to reply. “Not tonight. This is a big deal, and it’s been a long day.

“Really? I would have thought you could go all night?” He tried to tease, but really, Coop agreed with him.

“Oh, I can. Just because I’m going easy on you now, doesn’t mean I’ll keep it up. I don’t like easy, remember?”

Oh yeah. He remembered. “I had a dream about you saying that, and woke up hard as hell.”

Noah groaned, but Coop could hear the laughter there. “Christ, that mouth of yours. You’re always saying shit that turns me inside out. I’m going to want to put it to use soon.”

Coop’s heart stuttered at that, but he ignored it. The bed shifted and then Noah stood. “But again, not now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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.