Page 64 of Cattle Stop

But then Whit wraps long fingers around his cock, and Cooper jerks at the wet, warm lick of his tongue.

“Fuck,” he breathes at the wet slip of the inside of Whit’s cheek, the bump of the roof of his mouth. Whit’s tongue works, and Cooper bites at his lip, catching a groan and holding it in, until he can’t anymore.

Oh God, Whit’s good at this. He tugs at Cooper’s balls with his good hand and licks at the head of his cock. It’s too fucking good. Didn’t Cooper used to think about this all the goddamn time, years ago, when he’d been strung up on the thought of Whit and that mouth of his? This is even better, Whit’s deft tongue and how fucking into it he looks, his eyes dropping closed. Carefully, Cooper touches his fingers to the top of Whit’s head. His dick is in Whit’s mouth. Whit’s mouth. And it’s so, so good.

When Whit pulls off of him, cool air hits Cooper’s wet skin.

“C’mon,” Cooper groans.

The front of Whit’s jeans are tented. Whit covers the bulge with his palm and squeezes. Cooper licks at chapped lips.

“Yeah,” Cooper says and jerks open the drawer on the nightstand. There’s that bottle of lube and a couple condoms. Fucking perfect. He fumbles for them, clumsy with the urgency singing through his blood.

Whit slips out of his clothes and grabs Cooper when Cooper tries to get on his knees again. Even with one hand, Whit’s strong, wrestling Cooper’s shirt off and pushing him down on his back. Quickly, Whit kneels over him, spreading Cooper’s legs and smoothing his hand up Cooper’s thigh, his stomach, and back down to his cock until Cooper’s hips jerk.

Cooper wants to look at Whit. He didn’t get the chance the other night, and now Whit’s kneeling between Cooper’s thighs, cock hard against his stomach and the dim light playing over the shape of his muscles. Whit’s big. The size of him, his body rising up like that. His cock, too, though that Cooper remembers, buried deep in him and the strain of how it filled him. Cooper lets his knees fall open wider and tears at the condom wrapper.

He has to sit up to put it on Whit, and the angle’s awkward, his heels propped against the mattress for balance. Whit helps him roll down the condom, his hand warm and strong over Cooper’s. Hurry up, Cooper wants to whine. Would, too, if morning wasn’t coming for them, and all the harsh brightness of another day working together.

Cooper closes his eyes as Whit’s fingers gently probe him, Whit’s bandaged hand by Cooper’s head, and his weight braced on his elbow. A breath eases over Cooper’s cheek, and he turns his face to the side, surprised to find Whit so close. All the more so when Whit kisses him, a finger pressing up and into Cooper, and Whit’s tongue parting his lips. Cooper breathes sharply, air caught in his throat, and with it the taste and smell of Whit’s skin, clean soap and cotton.

“Okay?” Whit asks.

“S’cold,” Cooper mumbles.

Whit’s weight shifts over him, their stomachs brushing. “Think you’ll survive?”

Cooper rolls his eyes. Whit’s gentle with him, both his finger exploring, and then the bigger, thicker press of his cock. Cooper can feel Whit’s hand against the back of his thighs, his ass, guiding himself in. Cooper bites at his lip.

“Got to,” Cooper says. He sounds like a gasping fish. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to make himself relax. “Someone needs to keep you in check.”

Whit’s nose presses against Cooper’s cheek. His hips rock and Cooper rests his palms on Whit’s waist. It feels crowded like this, Whit’s weight over him so close, the air of their room pressing warm against his skin, the narrowness of the twin bed. Whit’s hips flex again and Cooper takes a breath as Whit pushes into him.

“Is that what you think you’re doing?” Whit’s voice is even, but underneath there’s a breathiness to it.

His bandaged hand lies next to Cooper’s head, his weight on his forearm, and gentle fingers shift through Cooper’s hair, brushing it back from his face. Whit thrusts shallowly and Cooper winces, biting at the inside of his cheek. It feels so good. Whit inside of him, but that soft twine of long fingers through his hair too.

“Go slow,” Cooper says.

He wants to enjoy this. Blood rushes to his face. That’s more embarrassing than begging for rough, thoughtless sex. And isn’t this slower pace all the worse for the time it gives Cooper’s mind to catch up? The dresser Cooper can see over Whit’s shoulder with all the familiarity of their room, how the quilt bunches against Cooper’s bare back. A quick, hard fuck would be better. Easier, for sure, and especially so come tomorrow.

Whit sets his mouth against Cooper’s jaw and nods. His lips drag down Cooper’s chin, across his throat. It’s as foreign as having Whit’s mouth wrapped around his cock, the fact that he’s kissing Cooper’s neck so gently, not the harsh bite of teeth that Cooper might’ve expected.

But Whit’s body is something solid to hold on to, his skin soft and his muscles moving with slow, long thrusts. Cooper lets his eyes close, his head tipping to the side. Whit’s mouth finds the underside of his jaw, the line of tendon in his neck. That’s nice too, the stubble of Whit’s chin scratching over Cooper’s skin, the nip and swipe of tongue and teeth.

How long has it been since Cooper’s slept with someone he actually knows? A hell of a nice way to end a long day, Cooper thinks, relaxing into it. This could be all too easy to get used to. We shouldn’t, is what he should’ve said, but instead Cooper grips his bottom lip between his teeth and presses at the small of Whit’s back, tracing through the beads of sweat there and warm, tacky skin as Cooper urges him on.

“Yeah?” Whit asks. His tongue works behind Cooper’s ear. He shifts his weight to his elbows, space opening between the stick of skin on their chests. “Touch yourself.”

“Bossy,” Cooper says.

“Not that you listen.”

“No.” Cooper slides his hand down his stomach to grab himself. It’s humid between their bodies and he likes the flex of Whit’s abs against the back of his hand. “I don’t.”

Whit’s hips snap into him and Cooper hisses through his teeth.

“Sorry,” Whit says, his shoulders trembling.