“You still call it hetero hair?” I asked, forgetting that I needed to try and act like everything he said was normal.
“Of course I do, silly. Only straight guys like you allow bushy hair to grow along their necks. It’s gross and you know I hate it.”
Cooper rubbed against me, holding my hip while he buzzed along my neckline. He blew the falling hair, then swiped across my back. His touch sent fire ripping through my body. I’d forgotten what his touch felt like from all those years ago. Years which had evaporated, but now I was reenacting,reliving, re-something-ing again.
“Do I need a haircut?” I asked, hoping to prolong the feeling of his touch. He spun me around gently and moved the bangs of my long hair to the side. After mussing the top, he smiled.
“Nope. You look great, Mikey,” he replied before tossing his tank top to the corner and tugging his sweat pants down. He had a pair of tight Calvin Klein’s on. The waistband rested just below his sharp obliques and small waist. I had an urge to drop to my knees and suck his cock, but how would I explain the change of heart? Even though that was what I desperately wanted, I was still as inexperienced as he was. I hadn’t had sex with a male. “Let’s shower,” he announced. “And then I need you to take me to the mall in your mom’s car,” he said, stepping back.
Cooper pulled his briefs off and headed for the shower, his round and adorable butt cheeks moving slightly when his lean legs stepped away. I swallowed hard. Seeing him again after all these years with the fresh eyes of a man who’d discovered far too late how much he loved and desired him was overwhelming. His naked body was stunning to look at. He was beautiful and perfect in every way. Why had I been so blind before?
“I’ll wait,” I croaked, looking away when he stopped short and turned around, his cock on full display. “Go ahead,” I urged, keeping my eyes diverted while gesturing for him to get in without me.
“Wait for what?” he asked, turning away from me and adjusting the shower’s spray and temperature. “I’ll warm it up first. Gimme my toothbrush.”
“No, go ahead. I’ll wait till you’re done,” I said, fumbling to locate his toothbrush.
“I don’t think so, mister man,” he stated, stepping closer to me with his front fully displayed again. My heart skipped a beat as my throat dropped to my stomach. His cock was gorgeous with a light dusting of blond pubic hair above it. The rest of his entire body was as smooth as silk. “Come here,” he said, reaching for my gym shorts and holding my hips while looking up slightly as if he was waiting for me to move my hands out of the way.
I moved my hands so he pulled my shorts and boxers offin one swift movement as he kneeled, then tapping each ankle to get me to step out of them. His head was looking down at my feet but was only inches from my cock. My breath hitched as I fantasized about grabbing the sides of his head and forcing him to suck me off. He used my arm to pull himself up. He was standing mere inches from me.
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
He wrinkled his nose and his eyes scanned my face carefully. “What is going on?” he asked softly. “Are you hiding something?”
Tell him you love him. Tell him you always have. Beg him to be yours forever and ever. Kiss him you fool.“I guess I’m just tired, Coop.”
Cooper wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me closer. “I’m always here for you, Mikey. No one loves you like I do. No one,” he repeated.
I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his nostalgic smell. A scent that had occupied my deepest memories for years. The smell, him, his touch, everything was exactly the same.
The only difference was that now I knew I was in love with him. I had a ten-year head start on my maturing love for him. I had a decade of rehearsing what I would say, what I would do if ever given the chance to see him again. But here I was, wordless.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Cooper
Itugged on Mikey’s hand, dragging him to the shower. “What, you don’t wanna shower together anymore?” I asked, ignoring whether he did or didn’t. That was how I treated my best friend. I assumed he’d do whatever I wanted and I’d do the same. I already admitted I wished he liked me in the same way and he seemed cool about it, but he didn’t know what I truly wanted. But I didn’t want to bethatfriend. The creepy, pushy, nag at you until you give in to my wants, friend. Of course, I wished Mikey saw me in a sexual way but he didn’t.
“I do,” he said, waiting for me to step under the water first like he always did so I wouldn’t be cold. It was the middle of June, but he was always thinking about my welfare first. Mike squeezed shampoo on my head and began sudsing my hair. I stepped back, my ass against his front side, my head tilted back so he could massage my scalp. “Are we getting too old to be showering together?” he asked.
“No,” I answered immediately. “Why would you ask that?”
“No reason I guess,” he said, moving my head under the spray and rinsing my hair. “It doesn’t strike you as a bit odd?”
“Strike me?”I parroted. “Who are you? An English professor? Why are you talking like your Dad all of a sudden?” I asked, turning around.
He pushed my dripping bangs out of my face and grinned at me.
“Seriously, Mikey. You’ve been acting weird all morning.”
“I’m just hoping you don’t wanna stop doing stuff like this.”
“Really?” I asked. “Because to be honest, I’ve been worrying that maybe you were the one that wanted us to stop showering together and havingsleepovers.”
“Well, I don’t,” he said.
“Turn around,” I said, twisting him around and adding shampoo to my hand. “What if Jennifer knew?”
“I wouldn’t care if she did?” he admitted. We omitted certain things that we did as friends. Showering together and sharing a bed three to four nights a week were two of them. “I suppose it’d sound weird if folks knew though, right?”
