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.

Something brushed over his tip, the roughness of the fabric making him moan.

"Tell me you're awake, Noah. Tell me I can touch you."

Noah's eyes popped open at the sound of Cooper's voice. Cooper laid on his side, his hand hovering over Noah's black boxer-briefs.

"You don't have to ask, man. You can do whatever you want to me." Part of him knew they should talk first, figure shit out , or he should at least make sure Cooper wasn't freaked out over what happened last night, but when the man said something like that, logic didn't matter. "Can I take my underwear off?" Noah asked him. Damned if he didn't hold his breath, waiting for the answer.

Coop looked at him. Noah saw determination in his gaze…saw lust too , as his friend nodded his head.

"I don't think…I mean…last night. I don't know…"

Noah hoped like hell this didn't come back to bite him in the ass, but he leaned forward and silenced Cooper with his mouth. When Cooper immediately opened up for him, Noah let his tongue slip inside. It took everything in him not to climb on top of him, and try to fuck Cooper right now. But he made himself pull back. Made himself speak. "I didn't ask you to. You do what you want. My body is at your disposal."

At that, Cooper laughed. Noah reached down to get rid of his clothes but Cooper stopped him. "I think I want to do it."

"Am I going to have to fight for control with you?" It wasn't that he didn't mind giving it up to Cooper. Or at least enjoy the hell out of the battle, to see who could come out on top.

"Shut up. I'm about to touch a naked dick that isn't mine for the first time. Let me do it without you yappin' in my ear." Cooper winked at him, before he pulled Noah's boxer-briefs down.

Noah lifted his hips, concentrated on the feel of Cooper's fingers brushing against his skin.

"Jesus…" Cooper whispered.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Noah fought to keep this light , even though he was a hair-trigger away from exploding.

Cooper didn't reply. Like he did everything in his life, he went for it, wrapping his hand around Noah's cock and started stroking.

"Holy shit." Noah's whole body went rigid. This was Cooper. Cooper was touching him, and he'd be damned before he blew like teenager, getting a hand job for the first time.

"You feel good." There was a sort of awe in Coop's voice that made Noah smile.

"You do too. Squeeze a little tighter."

Cooper did as h is hand ran up and down Noah's shaft. Every few strokes he'd stop, his hand moving to Noah's balls and testing the weight. Running his thumb over the head, smearing pre-come as he rubbed.

"I can't believe I'm touching you, man. It's like I have this little voice in my head, telling me I shouldn't be doing this , but I want it so much, it doesn't matter. Each sound you make, the voice gets quieter."

He was making noises? News to Noah. He thrust forward and Cooper started to jack him off again, picking up speed, squeezing him nice and tight. He focused on every touch, the feel of a callous or the sounds Cooper made.

Cooper's grip was firm. Every inch of Noah's shaft felt like it was on fire, electrified by the touch and knowing it was Noah. Fuck, he felt like this was the first time he'd had a man's hand on him, his orgasm already so close.

"Wait." Noah laid his hand over Cooper's.

"I'm not done." Coop's eyes were on Noah's cock, on their hands together there. It made Noah's erection jerk. If he kept looking at him so intensely, he'd lose it now.

"I'm about to come."

"That's the point. I want…I want to see you. I want to make you feel like your whole fucking world is coming apart, like you did to me last night."

Noah groaned. "Ah hell. How do you expect me not to come as soon as you say shit like that? Trust me, you'll like this. Then we can come together." Noah pulled his hand away. "Lie on your back."

It took Cooper a second , but then he did as Noah said. "Do you have lube?" Noah asked.

"No."

"Christ, Coop. What do you jackoff with?" Noah rolled over to lie on top of Cooper. He held himself up on his forearms. "Spit on your hand and wrap it around both of us."

Cooper's eyes widened for a second , but then as though he didn't want to look out of his element, he said, "I ran out. Plus I usually jerkoff in the shower, bossy motherfucker." Then he did as Noah said. Coop spit in his hand, and then wrapped it around both their dicks. They were both big, so his fingers couldn't close, but it was good enough. Cooper didn't need any instructions from there. He worked both their cocks together. Fuck, was it ever good enough.

"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.

"We need to take this seriously, Coop. You came in my mouth last night, and while I want nothing more than to taste you again, you can't tell me you're not the least bit confused by it. We go back too far to jump without thinking. That can't end well."

Cooper tried not to roll his eyes. This was typical Noah. He'd always been the one who wanted to think things through. Who'd try to get Cooper to stop whatever it was he wanted them to do. "I'm pretty sure we already jumped."

Noah sighed. "You know what I mean."

"You want to know what I think? I think what we did felt good. Neither of us have had a whole lot of good, Noah. Not when it came to how things felt on the inside. I'm not gonna sit here and try to pretend I understand this, or to give us a name, or even to lie and say that yeah, there isn't a part of me who thinks it would be smarter to forget it happened. A part of me who doesn't wonder what the hell is going on, or what this means to me, even exactly where it's going. But the bigger part of me doesn't give a shit about that stuff, and wants to keep going. Wants to see what this means."

Noah set his coffee cup down. "I'm not your experiment."

"Fuck you. You know that's not what I meant. You said you wanted to suck me off again. I can tell you, there's just about nothing in this world I want more than that, either. When I compare how I got off last night, and hell, this morning to every other orgasm I've had? It was different. I'm not good with words. I don't know what it means, but let's not fuck it up before it even starts. Let's just…" Cooper shrugged. "See what happens. Not push it, but not fight it either."

Cooper could tell Noah wasn't convinced. He ignored the nerves in his stomach, stood and walked over to him. "You always meant more to me than anyone else when we were kids… Maybe this is why. All I have to do is look at you and I get hard, man. That feels too good to just run away from."

Coop took a deep breath, before hooking his thumb under Noah's chin and tilting is head up. Ignoring the thoughts in his head or the worry in Noah's eyes, he leaned forward and kissed him. Traced the seam of Noah's lips with his tongue before finding his way inside.

Their tongues stroked one another, tasted one another, a mix of coffee and mint. Jus t like he'd told Noah, his cock tented his boxer-briefs.

"I don't have it in me to keep fighting this. Hell, I don't want to. You've always trusted me before. Do it now too."

Noah smiled against his mouth. "You've always been a persuasive motherfucker."

"We had fun though. Jesus, we had a lot of fun. Then, and now."

And they had. There wasn't anyone else he had liked raising hell with, more than Noah. Noah, who now ran his finger against Cooper's skin, on the edge of his underwear. Cooper stood up straight to make it easier for Noah to touch him.

Leaning forward, Noah pressed his lips to Coop's stomach. " I'm trusting you to know what you're doing. To know what you want."

He knew exactly what his friend was saying. Noah didn't trust easily , but he was giving that to Cooper. Putting his faith into him, to not do something that would screw up their friendship. He hoped he deserved it.

" I'm trusting you, too."

"You think I don't know that? You're putting yourself out there, man. That's brave , but you always have been."

Cooper wasn't so sure about that. What he did know , was things were much too serious for him. "Does it make me an asshole that I let you blow me last night, and now I expect you to help me finish the deck today?"

Noah laughed and playfully pushed him away. "I'm not doing anything until I finish my coffee. And no…you're not an asshole, as long as you know, soon I'm going to want to see my dick slide between your lips too." Noah touched Cooper's mouth.

A thrill of excitement ran through him. Cooper figured that meant they were doing the right thing.