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I shiver as I sit on the steps out back, wrapping my arms around myself. And what was that cuddling session about? Fuck me sideways. I can’t stop thinking about that. Being pulled into those strong arms, straddling him, nuzzling him, hearing his breath hitch. Fuck, I was so glad I’d been wearing this giant sweater that had hidden my hard on. He’d taken me totally by surprise, and part of me had wanted to squirm away. But I couldn’t. Especially not after he looked at me the way he did, held me the way he did, and talked to me the way he did. Fuck, I’m so helpless when it comes to him. I can’t keep doing this to myself. I have to rein in my feelings and my emotions. I have to remember that it’s not real! That’s it’s only a show for him and he’s doing it for the money. He made that clear before we came. He told me I had to make it worth his while.
Shit. I hate that a tear slides down my cheek because I don’t want to be wasting any more of my energy, or breath, or heart on him.
I startle when I hear my mother’s voice behind me and quickly wipe the tear away. “Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?” she asks, taking a seat next to me. She’s dressed in her pajamas and has her hair in a messy bun. “It’s late. Cooper’s in bed. I was just about to lock the back door.”
“Just needed some alone time,” I say, giving her a soft smile. “I’ll be there in a minute. I can lock the door.”
She puts her arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple. Her fingers thread through my hair and it feels amazing. She’salways been a fairly tactile person. I remember when she used to read to me when I was a kid and her fingers would be playing with my curls almost the entire time. I loved it. Loved cuddling with her before bed. Especially when my dad was away for days at a time on his business trips. I needed the safety and assurance from her then. The closeness and comfort. There were even days where she slept in my bed with me until I got too old for it and grew more comfortable being alone, or I’d have sleepovers at Cooper’s house. Having my dad gone caused an intense amount of anxiety for some reason and I always slept better when I wasn’t alone. I remember being nervous about letting Cooper in on that fact, but I of course didn’t need to be. He understood better than anyone. His dad wasn’t around either, and he never minded me crawling into bed with him, even if I came over on a whim and climbed through his window.
“You okay?” Mom asks, gripping my shoulder and pulling me closer. “You’re quiet.”
“I’m okay,” I lie.
She looks at me like she’s unsure, but she doesn’t question me. Instead she says, “You know, I’ve been thinking about what a journey you and Cooper have been on. You guys really have been through a lot together. You remember when you two met?”
I smile a little as I think back to that day. Cooper and his mom had moved in across the street from our house when I was just eight years old. I had been staring out of my upstairs bedroom window at the giant moving truck, watching as all the boxes and heavy furniture got unloaded, wondering who my new neighbors would be. I’d seen Cooper out in his front yard, playing with a toy airplane, running around in black shorts, a spiderman T-shirt and red sneakers, and I’d wanted more than anything to go say hi and meet the boy that seemed about my age, wild with energy and a captivating smile. I’d always been fairly introverted and didn’t have many friends. I was more openonce you got to know me, but that took a while and most people just saw me as shy and awkward and didn’t want to take the time and effort to get past that initial stage, so I spent a lot of time alone. I didn’t necessarily mind being alone, but I was lonely, and also not very good at talking to other people. So instead I’d just watched, taken in by Cooper’s confidence and charisma as he interacted every so often with the men unloading the truck, as if he were an adult and not an eight-year-old boy.
I’d had a grin on my face as I watched him, utterly mesmerized by his wild hair, dark eyes, and pink cheeks. He’d captivated me, and I couldn’t figure out why, but I didn’t care. I was content to just watch him. But Cooper had seen me from his front yard that day, and even though I had been utterly mortified and embarrassed when he’d caught me spying, Cooper had just given me the biggest grin and waved at me, and then started shouting from across the street. That embarrassed me all the more because I hated drawing attention to myself, but he’d continued shouting, and when I hadn’t been able to hear him I’d given up and opened my window.
“What?” I’d shouted back.
“What’s your name?” Cooper had yelled, his hands framing his mouth.
“Wesley!” I’d answered, but it hadn’t been loud enough, and Cooper had asked me again, shouting even louder this time. I’d felt my cheeks and neck heat, almost sure that everyone in the neighborhood could hear and was staring. I was tempted to shut my window and hide but I just couldn’t bring myself to. Partly because I knew it would be rude, but partly because I wanted to interact with him more than I’d wanted anything before in my entire life. There was something about him that made me want to be brave.
“Wesley!” I’d shouted even louder; louder than I’d probably shouted in my entire life; and Cooper had beamed, causing me to smile widely as well.
“I’m Cooper!” he’d shouted back. “Wanna come play?”
I’d been so scared Cooper wouldn’t like me, that I’d been tempted to say no, but there had been something in his smile, the look in his eyes, that was so genuine and so kind, that it had gotten me off my window seat and out of my room, and Cooper and I had played for hours in his front yard. I’d learned a lot about airplanes, and Cooper that day, and every day after. I’d learned that they had moved to our neighborhood from a few towns over, that his favorite color was red, and that his dad had left when he was only five years old. I remembered how sad he’d looked when I’d asked him where his dad was, and how bad I had felt about asking after he told me, his dark eyes losing their brightness and warmth. My heart had hurt for him in that moment because I had known a little bit about what it was like to not have my dad around. I couldn’t have imagined him leaving for good. But I had known he loved me, and I think that had made all the difference. Cooper hadn’t known that, and it broke my heart, even then.
“I’m sorry,” I’d said, and he had given me a soft smile and shrugged. I had known even then that it bothered him more than he was letting on. His smile had grown wider and more genuine when I had added, “You can share my dad. He’s great.”
I’d learned pretty quickly how much Cooper liked to talk, but I hadn’t minded. I’d never been much of a talker, and I had found that I rather liked the sound of Cooper’s voice. It was calm and soothing. And the sound of his laughter had driven away my anxiety. I could have listened to it for hours. It wasn’t long after that before our parents met each other and we started having sleep overs at each other’s houses. My parents would watchCooper quite a bit if Cooper’s mom had to work and he wasn’t at school. We were inseparable.
“Yeah,” I say, the memories crashing into me like a wave. I have to fight back more tears because she wouldn’t understand them. Not when I’m supposed to be so happy right now. I feel so foolish as she smiles and squeezes me again, and so guilty for letting her think I’m so happy when I’m completely miserable. She’s never been anything but good to me and I’m setting her up for heartbreak again because I couldn’t tell her the truth, and I’m putting myself through this hell. What am I doing? My whole family is going to hate me when they find out. Why did I think this was a good idea?
I’m about to give up on it all and tell her the truth when she hits me with, “You know, I think you and Cooper being together is the best gift you could have given Natalie. Knowing he has you and that he won’t be alone when she’s gone, I’m sure it makes things a little easier for her. And seeing you two so happy together, it really is wonderful, Wes. We’re all so happy for you.”
Well, shit.
COOPER
I wake up to the sun shining through the sheer bedroom curtains. I blink and rub my eyes as I yawn. I start to stretch when a warm weight presses against me and I turn to see Wesley snuggled up against my back. He’s still asleep. At least I assume he is. His eyes are closed and I’m pretty sure there’s no way in hell he’d be this close to me if he were conscious. He’d be even more mortified if he knew his cock was hard and pressed up against my ass. Shit. I should probably get up. But, damn it, I don’t want to. He feels so good. I can feel his warm breath on my neck and hear his snores as his small body curls into mine.I want to turn over and spoon him but I know that would end badly. Instead I lay there, letting myself enjoy the feel of him for just a moment longer before I slide out of bed and pull the blanket over him.
I know we’re planning on eating breakfast out today and then spending a good portion of the afternoon on the beach, so I head for the shower. Fuck, just thinking of Wesley is making me hard, and I can’t stop myself from taking my cock in hand and giving it a tug while the water cascades over me. It doesn’t take long at all before I’m fully erect and my cock is leaking precum. Fuck, I’m horny. I can’t get thoughts of Wesley out of my head, and I don’t want to. I think of his lithe body. That swimmer’s build that’s so goddamn gorgeous. His tight, round little ass, and his gorgeous curls, and the way it felt to hold him yesterday. I think of his lips brushing against my neck and imagine our cocks pressed together. Shit, the image is so hot, I’m moaning as I stroke myself faster and harder. I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. I’m so hard it hurts. My dick is throbbing with the need for him. I want to get my cock in his ass and hear him beg for me, tell me how much he wants me to fill him with my spunk.
Fuck, I’m gone. I clench my jaw and groan as my release covers my hand and the shower wall, and god does it feel good. I’m breathing hard, panting, my other hand resting on the wall for a second as I come down from my post orgasm high. Fuck, my legs feel like jello. I haven’t come that hard in a very long time. I shake with the aftershocks for a moment, breathing in and out, before I finally rinse myself off and wash.
When I get back to the bedroom Wesley is still asleep, so I dress and then pad over to the bed to wake him. It’s almost nine and I know everyone else is awake and waiting. They’ll want to get moving soon.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I run my fingers through his mussed up hair. “Rise and shine.”
He groans and pulls the blankets up over his head. I chuckle. Wesley never was a morning person.
“Come on, baby, we’re gonna go get breakfast, remember? Time for you to get a shower.”
He mumbles something unintelligible from under the covers. “What was that?” I say, pulling them away from his face. He opens one eye, his face scrunched up adorably.
