7. Chapter 7

I stretched and yawned as warmth and comfort blanketed me. I was covered in cozy goodness; like those mornings you never want to wake up so you can laze about in the blankets all day.

My head hurt a little, and I didn't feel like getting up yet to take something, so I snuggled in the bed more and wrapped the thick comforter around me like a burrito, tucking it under my chin. That was when a hard body pushed against my front, smelling his familiar woodsy scent mingled with sleep.

My eyes fluttered open to a sleeping Cooper trying to snuggle into me. Then my vision wandered from his thick red lashes fanning out across the freckles on his skin to the hard lines on his body. My scan was unhindered and uninterrupted as he slept. His full, sleepy lips pouted through his thickening red scruff as he snoozed, and his red hair was completely wrecked. Shit, he was nice to look at and smell.

His brows furrowed as his eyes moved behind his lids, waking up. His body started to squirm and thrash before his eyes popped open to find me staring at him. Oops. His hooded and bloodshot eyes looked confused for a minute before he remembered I'd asked to sleep in here. Fucking Zayne and Eliza went at it in my bed all night.

Cooper reached for the comforter and tugged at it. "Dude, I'm cold. Give me some blankets, you cover hog."

I held on tight because I had nothing on, which went against what he'd said when I climbed into his bed last night, but I never wore clothes to bed. I couldn't sleep with them on. My body felt strangled in them. A blanket was different, and I could throw it off whenever I felt constricted or hot.

"Come on, Asp."

I shook my head.

That's when his gray blues narrowed at me. "You're naked underneath, aren't you?"

"Maybe?" I bit my bottom lip and shrugged.

He rolled onto his back, rubbed his face, and groaned. "Jesus."

That's when my eyes zeroed in on what had been hiding in those white boxer briefs all this time, growing and growing, which, strangely, had me getting hard in reaction. I knew it was only morning wood, but damn, it looked like he was packing.

Oh, shit.

Would he be pissed if I climbed out of bed with a massive chubby? I found men nice to look at, but they'd never gotten me hard before. Not until now. Watching gay porn didn't count. That was meant to turn people on. I swelled even more in response to him as his dick thickened in his underwear. He was well-endowed by the looks of it.

Then my mind bounced onto Mac's story from last night about bro-jobs, and it clung to my brain for dear life. I couldn't unsee Cooper sucking me off, and I wouldn't have to visualize him as a woman to come. My mind went directly to red, sexed hair flopping in his face while his full lips stretched as he tried to swallow me down, his gray-blue eyes watering, trying to keep from gagging…

Or I could suck him off, inhaling that heady smell of his that was currently making me drunk again, licking his hole straight to his… I really needed to stop imagining sucking dicks and licking holes. What I needed to do was calm my libido the fuck down.

But it was all I could think about now as my cock started to ache. At this point, it wouldn't take much for me to nut. That visual of me between Cooper's legs hit me again, taking his long and wide length into my mouth, stretching it…

Suddenly, another thought slammed home. Could I? Should I? If I asked him about Mac's idea, would he go for it? Fuck, now that I'd planted the seed, it took very little water for it to blossom. I didn't want to date the dude, but having a release would be nice right about now.

Okay, I could do this. If anything, I was honest. I should ask him and get it over with. He might punch me, but I didn't think so. Cooper was chill and accepting. But what if he said yes? We would have to set some boundaries—boundaries that I always seem to struggle with because my parents weren't rigid about them in raising us. They taught us to explore life and embrace the possibilities we would never receive unless we asked or made an effort.

"Fuck it," he growled and tugged at the covers harder, bursting my fantasy bubble, which was probably a good thing. "I've seen you naked how many times now? What's one more? I'm not ready to wake up, my head fucking hurts, and I'm cold."

He yanked so hard that he pulled the covers all the way off me. His eyes went directly to my hard dick. He groaned again, then looked at his own dick. "Great. We've got two raging morning woods going on."

I smiled and shrugged. "It's sexy, is why." When he blushed, he rubbed his scruffy face with his hand again. "Sorry."

He pulled some covers on top of him and snuggled in, covering me up, too, so I'd be warm and probably hide my swollen dick before shutting his eyes. "No, it's fine… I know you blurt shit sometimes."

See how cool and accepting he was? Patience was exactly what we needed for this little scenario to take fruition.

"In that case…"

His eyes popped open and narrowed at me. "Something tells me you're about to blurt something else I'm not going to like."

I gave him a sheepish smile. "You might like it." I hoped he did.

He sighed and stared at the ceiling. "Let's hear it. You look like you're going to pop if you don't say it, anyway. Your body is practically convulsing with need. Can't have you exploding all over my bed. I'm too hungover to clean up Aspen's blood and brain matter."

I snorted a laugh. He wasn't wrong. Tight energy filled my body from a weird combination of fear, nervousness, and excitement, not to mention how turned on I was currently. It was exciting, like riding a rollercoaster.

"I think we should use Mac's idea," I said before I could second-guess myself.

He rolled his head toward me and scrunched his brows. His messed-up hair was so cute, and I wanted to run my fingers through the strands to see if it was as soft as it looked. "What idea?"

I bit my bottom lip, trying to pick my words carefully so he wouldn't freak out. "Just think about it, okay?"

"I can't think about it if you don't tell me what it is, Asp."

"Well, remember Mac's story last night about his roommate? What I'm saying is, since our hard-ons don't seem to be going anywhere, and you haven't had sex in a while, right? I haven't been too into it with the girls lately, either, so maybe we can… help each other out."

"You've lost me. Are you saying…" His bloodshot blue eyes grew wide as he stared at me for what seemed like an eternity as he processed my suggestion. My body grew tense and ready in case he did punch me. "Wait, are you talking about that bro-job thing?"

I nodded slowly, waiting and anticipating his reaction. Honestly, it could go any direction, but I was prepared. Being an honest person meant people didn't always like what you had to say, but I also tried to be gentle with my words. As long as we remained friends and he didn't hit me or anything.

"Just think about it," I said again, though I itched to try it out now. I mean, my skin was on fire, and my dick throbbed at the idea.

"Why? You into dudes?"

Okay, questions. Questions were good—bonus points for being curious rather than angry.

"I've never been with a guy if that's what you're asking. And while I like looking at cute ones, I've actually never been into anyone but girls. Have I thought about being with a dude before? Yeah, sure, but the opportunity never arose," I shrugged, trying to be low-key. "I want to try this only as friends… I'm not asking to be your boyfriend or anything."

"Let me see if I've got this right. You want to suck me off. And you want me to suck you off. But only as friends. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"Exactly, like friends with benefits… but between two straight dudes."

"There are some things we need to discuss, Asp. And I'm not saying yes. While I have no experience in this, I understand enough that things like this can cause problems between friends and roommates. Once sex gets in the way, shit can happen."

I was still breathing. Silver linings! I tucked my hand under my head, still completely hard, because the more I imagined us playing around, the more I wanted to try it. His eyes kept glancing down at my dick, despite being covered up, so I knew he was considering it.

"That's true, but Mac and Jeff did just fine. They were honest with each other and didn't make things weird. This would relieve tension until we find ourselves girls. But I'm not going to lie. I'm dying to experience this. It would be a cool experiment to see if I'm even into dudes or not, in the physical sense."

He lay there for so long that I worried I'd read him wrong and that he would turn me down, which was okay. Nothing would change between us, but I really wanted to do this, and I was attracted to him enough to explore. I was like that little kid sitting on top of the stairs at five in the morning, eyeing the Christmas tree stuffed with presents, willing my parents to hurry and wake up. Even if he didn't want to suck me off, I could do it for him.

"Fuck it," he sighed and looked at me again. "Let's start small and see where we go from there. If that weirds us out, we can stop."

Yes!That was easier than I thought. And it definitely wouldn't weird me out. I was hard as a rock at the idea.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"We rub one out together." He raised his hand, knowing I was about to interrupt. "I rub myself, and you rub your own dick. Because if we're being honest, while I may have kissed a boy on a dare once and didn't mind it, this is a whole new ball game. I'm not sure I can suck your dick, Asp."

"Deal!"

I scrambled out of Cooper's bed, leaving behind grumblings of ‘what did I get myself into?' and rushed into my bedroom to grab my laptop and a bottle of lube, careful not to wake Zayne and Eliza. I came bouncing back and jumped into his bed again after closing his door behind me.

I loved how open he was to this, no matter if it worked or not. God, he was so cool. Best roommate ever. Fine, he was my only roommate ever, but still, I couldn't have asked for a better one.

After turning on my computer, I found some porn online. "Gay porn, or girl and guy porn?"

"You watch gay porn?"

I shrugged. "Sometimes. You don't find it kind of hot?"

"I haven't thought about it at all. You sure you're not bisexual or something?" he asked, and I shrugged.

I scrolled through several videos of two dudes sucking each other but moved on to something raunchier, curious to see how Cooper would react to it. "I dunno. Maybe. Society tells you that same-sex is bad, but once you get past that and accept that sexuality is fluid, it doesn't matter. After letting go of the societal bonds that restrain us, you just go with whatever turns you on."

"That's an interesting way to look at it. Honestly, I never even thought of it. It's expected for me to be with a girl, and I like girls, so I date them."

I ticked away on my laptop, scrolling to find the perfect video. And the guys had to be hot. "Exactly. You're expected to, though there's nothing wrong with liking girls. I certainly do. But it's something we've been taught our entire lives, from the clothes we wear to the toys we play with and how we engage with other children. Even the books we read at school show typical societal family dynamics and boy-and-girl relationships. Well, my childhood was different, clearly, but I understand enough that my family isn't the norm, either."

"I thought our purpose as humans was to have babies and shit."

"Sure, I mean, we're meant to procreate for our species to survive, but we have pleasure zones. What do we do when we don't produce babies or can no longer procreate? We have fun. Look at bonobo monkeys. They're closely related to us, sharing ninety-nine percent of our DNA with us. They masturbate, and both males and females engage in homosexuality, but unlike us, they're completely peaceful. It keeps the violence down among their kind. Crazy right? If we all just loved each other like that and opened our hearts to acceptance, we'd be happy, too. Instead, we make rigid boundaries that make a lot of us miserable."

I eyed him, lying on his side, propping himself up with his elbow, watching me with curious slate-colored eyes. At least he seemed intrigued enough even to consider this.

"Sorry, I'm rambling, but in the simplest terms, I find that you turn me on." He hated the compliments, but I had to be honest with him. One of the biggest reasons I wanted to experiment with him was my attraction to him. Not in any sense that I wanted to date him, but he was beautiful inside and out, so he appealed to me.

His face turned adorably pink and traveled down to his chest in red splotches, which went well with his red hair and freckles. "You barely know me."

"Have you never taken a girl home from a bar and fucked her after just meeting her because you were attracted to her?"

"Yeah."

I shrugged. "It's no different here. Well, we actually know each other better than that."

"That's true."

Once I found the video I wanted, I propped myself up against his headboard, and he did the same with the laptop between us.

"Shit, are we really going to do this?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, we are. Come on. It'll be different, and different is always fun. Orgasms are the perfect cure for a hangover, too."

I poured some lube into my hand and handed the small bottle to Cooper, who also poured some, though less enthusiastically. While I really wanted to try this, I wanted him to enjoy it, too. "You can back out, Coop. No hard feelings. I just thought it'd be fun and a good relief."

He sighed and ran a non-lubed hand through his thick red hair. "No, let's do it." He laughed nervously. "Go with the flow, right?"

I grinned at him. "Now, you're gettin' it."

I pressed play in the video as sex sounds filled the space. One dude was huge and muscular, while the other was a pretty small twink. The smaller guy was bent over the armrest of a couch, and the bigger guy dropped to his knees and slowly spread the other guy's ass cheeks, exposing his pink hole, which moved like it was hungry for dick. The bigger guy pressed his face between the crease and went to town, rimming the other guy. Rimming was hot as hell. Would Cooper let me try it once we got into it?

"God…" he mumbled.

"Hot, right?"

He said nothing as he stared at the video, but he didn't need to. He was still swollen in his underwear, so he clearly wasn't turned off. I fisted my dick, and Cooper's eyes landed instantly on my hand as I slowly pumped.

"Underwear off, Coop. Let's see what you got under all those clothes."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Only you would think wearing underwear is too much clothing."

After a brief hesitation, he raised his ass and slid off his underwear, revealing a gorgeous as fuck cock. It was so smooth and creamy until you reached the crown, which was red. God, I wanted to get in there and explore to see if he had freckles hidden away, but I needed to be patient.

I sucked in my lips to keep from telling him how sexy he looked, even hungover with messy hair, actually, because of it. It made him look sexed already. So damn hot.

A shudder passed through me as the pressure pulsed around my groin when he grasped his dick and stroked with me in tandem while watching the video. I didn't need the video. Cooper was all I needed to stay turned on.