37. Chapter 37

One Month Later - Cooper

Seriously, why was I even sweating this? Aspen had been preparing me for this day for what seemed like forever. But having his cock in me, which was larger than the toys he'd been using on me, was slightly worrying. Hell, I'd been using plugs in secret, too, but still, I hadn't dared use anything bigger than three fingers in diameter.

I didn't go through life doing whatever I wanted without worry like Aspen did. He would plunge into water, not knowing what was at the bottom or how cold it was. I stressed over the details. Perhaps that was what made me so good at football. But Aspen also helped to balance me out, so I coped better and didn't obsess over things out of my control.

Still, I wanted this to be good for him, too. What if I didn't like it? Would that affect our relationship? Aspen said he didn't care about being a bottom forever, but that would only make me feel bad.

Regardless of my nerves, I wanted more with Aspen. It took me forever to heal, and my stomach was still fucking swollen, and I hated it. My muscle mass diminished, too, so I didn't look as good as I used to. I struggled not to be a little insecure about it.

With a deep inhale and exhale, I stepped out of Aspen's bathroom and into his room, where Aspen waited eagerly for me. By eagerly, I meant his cock was ready and hard as a rock.

"There's my gorgeous superstar."

It was one of the few times my face didn't burn and one of the rare times I didn't believe Aspen.

"I look… gross." He'd seen me naked often since my surgery, but this was the first time we would have sex since before the breakup.

Aspen frowned and stood, taking my hands in his. "First of all, you don't look gross. Secondly, you're going to have to cut yourself some slack. This is only temporary, and your stomach is still healing." His hand rested on my cheek. "Regardless, I find you beautiful, and you can't convince me otherwise."

I swallowed and nodded as I looked down at our joined hands.

"You want to back out?" he asked.

I looked into his large, warm brown eyes that I always got lost in and shook my head as I exhaled a deep breath. "No way. We're doing this."

"Yes!"

I rubbed the back of my neck as my face flushed. "So, I've been wearing, ah…"

His brow raised, along with a devilish smirk. "Wearing what, Superstar? Don't leave me hanging."

"God… a plug. I'm all ready for you… I think."

Aspen stood and pressed his body against mine, grabbing my hips, forcing our cocks to rub against each other. "That's fucking hot."

I buried my face in his neck and held him close. "I don't know why I'm so embarrassed. It's not like we haven't done tons of shit sexually."

"It's fucking cute and one of the things I love about you. You're not afraid to show your vulnerability."

Aspen took my hand and led me to the bed. I scooted back and spread my legs as he sat between them before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. We made out for a long time before he worked his way down my body and straight to the prize, where he rimmed me for a while. I loved it when he did it, so who was I to stop him?

Aspen opened the bottle of lube and poured some into his hands. "Ready?"

"Definitely."

We did away with condoms since we both got tested, not wanting any barriers between us.

He oiled up my cock and hole before he oiled himself. "Fuck, Coop. I can't wait to get in there. I've been dying for this day." He looked at me and raised a brow. "Ready?"

I nodded.

"I'll be super careful."

"Okay." I absolutely trusted him.

Between me prepping myself and Aspen taking his time, all I felt was some pressure and slight burning. Other than that, he was fully seated inside me just fine. All that stretching had paid off. I felt so full of Aspen, like he had become a physical part of my body.

As soon as he started to move and wiggled those sexy, narrow hips, I saw stars. "Oh, my god… this is so much better than your finger or those toys."

"Shit, shit, shit… you're so fucking tight. You swallow up my dick like your ass is starving for it. I love your hungry little hole, Superstar."

I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. "Shut up and just let me feel you."

We consumed each other with tongues, sucks, and nibbles. Aspen slid in and out of me, and the more he did, the easier it was until I became consumed with his cock. He kept hitting my prostate and I was desperate with the need to come, yet I wanted it to last forever.

My heart beat so fast, and my stomach dipped in an all-consuming pleasure of being this close to Aspen, like we were one and the same. I only ever knew what it was like to fuck, not to be fucked. Well, this was more making love rather than fucking. It was completely different and a little vulnerable, but I loved it because it was Aspen inside me. A man I trusted with the very fiber of my being.

I loved him.

Forever.

One year later - Aspen

Things hadn't always been easy for Cooper and me, especially for Cooper. Love and life were great with just us, alone in our little bubble of love. Our relationship grew strong, and it had to be to withstand the shit that came with loving another man. There had been several times I'd needed to hold Cooper up whenever he lost a friend or a recruitment opportunity after coming out to his team. But it wasn't just his team he came out to. It was the entire school. The fucking world.

Cooper never bothered to explain his sexuality and just came out as bisexual to make it easier on the idiots who couldn't distinguish between sexualities. To make matters worse, ESPN often talked about his sexuality and our relationship, which caused the crazies to send fucking periodic death threats to him. It was nuts, if not a little scary. But while some hated him, we also found a strong community of supporters and new friends. Some on his team resented Cooper, while some were indifferent as long as the team won, but a surprising amount accepted and supported him.

During the start of the new football season, the team floundered a bit, trying to find their footing with this new dynamic. Still, Cooper remained resolute and strong, persevering, and he helped bring the team to the National Championships and won. He and Ronnie were fucking fire. Perhaps Cooper played even harder, knowing the stakes. To prove to the world that he could be a champion, no matter his sexuality. As if sexuality affects our fucking abilities. But as I've said, people are stupid sometimes.

Still, recruitment into the NFL barely trickled in. Most of the offers were for second and third-string, though he deserved to be a starting wide receiver. Cooper fucking earned it. He was one of the top players in college football, and these assholes couldn't see beyond who Cooper loved. But he held out, hoping for a better offer before making a decision.

Despite all his work and effort and me rooting on the sidelines as his number-one cheerleader, he grew defeated, and I grew guilty. We knew this would be hard, but we thought there would be more options. Even I struggled, wondering if Cooper would be better off without me. All those times he'd been worried about his career when we started dating were well-founded. Regardless, even if we'd ended our relationship, everyone would always see him as gay.

Yet, through it all, we remained strong together, lifting each other up when we fell and supporting each other at our highest.

Suddenly, the door to our apartment slammed shut, startling me as I sat on the sofa, studying for my Child Psychopathy exam for tomorrow.

"Baby!" Cooper yelled and rushed into the living room.

I set down my laptop and stood, sensing his excitement.

"What's going on?"

He had a massive smile on his face, waving a piece of paper in the air. "So, how would you feel if we had to move to Denver, Colorado?"

My stomach fluttered in excitement. Did the Denver Broncos recruit him? Holy shit. Instead of sharing in his excitement, I teased him, shrugging my shoulders. "I mean, I guess it's okay. Colorado is nice and all, but the place is fucking cold. I won't be able to be naked all the time."

Cooper's jaw dropped, and his eyes bugged out of his head. I swear, it was as if he didn't even know me. "I'm teasing! Jeez."

His smile grew broad, and he rushed at me, lifting me in the air and spinning me around. "The Denver fucking Broncos want me as a wide receiver! They aren't the best team and aren't my first choice, but fuck… I got in! And I mean, they only want to pay me three million per year until I can negotiate my contract! It's not the highest-paying job for being a wide receiver, but it's not the lowest. It's Three. Fucking. Million. A. Year! And I get to start! I even have a sponsor lined up for some healthy meal planning app."

I held him back as he swung me around, his vibrating happiness washing over my body and into my soul. The relief he must have felt couldn't properly be put into words. The battle had been uphill, but he did it, and I knew he would. And I got to be there right alongside him.

"I knew someone would finally recognize your value. That they would see beyond your sexuality and recognize that you'll help their team succeed. I'm so fucking proud of you."

He set me back on to my feet, grabbed my face, and pulled me into a kiss. "You sure about going with me? We'll need to leave our families behind."

I rested my forehead on his. "I knew this day would come. We've talked about it. I've been ready for this day, Superstar. Where you go, I go. I can go to graduate school anywhere."

He lifted me off my feet again and held on for dear life as if he let me go, I'd vanish. "This is going to be so good. I know it. Then when you finish school, we can get married, have kids, or just travel the world. Anything you want, baby."

"Sounds like a perfect life, Coop. And life will always be perfect, no matter what roads we choose to take, as long as you're in it with me."

The End