“I wasn’t exactly in love with Kurt,” Callum retorted. “I’ve only known him for two weeks.”
“I think we both know that I wasn’t talking about Kurt.”
There was a long silence. Callum contemplated just ending the call but the truth was that Tyler was right, and he knew it. No amount of denial was going to convince him otherwise.
“OK,” he said quietly. “But it's not as if I didn't already know he that he wasn't going to sleep with me.”
“It's different to hear him say it out loud, though, isn’t it?” said Tyler softly.
“Yeah,” Callum acknowledged, “but look, it doesn't matter. If we were any other, normal set of best mates, no one would think twice about him not wanting to sleep with me.”
“I know but…”
“It really doesn't matter,” Callum repeated in a firmer voice. “Just let it go, Tyler. It's not important.”
“Well, all right,” Tyler sighed. “But, I just thought I'd check in with you, anyway.”
“Thanks, but I really am fine,” Callum smiled. “Now you get off and have a good night!”
**********
Callum was just about to fall asleep in front of the television when Cooper arrived home. Squinting, he checked the time on his phone. It wasn't even midnight.
“What are you doing home so early? Please tell me you haven't already shagged every single person that was in ‘Cascades’ tonight.”
Cooper ignored him and settled down on the sofa alongside him. Several seconds passed, with Copper staring dispassionately ahead, before he spoke.
“Callum,” he began in a low voice, “Are you upset that I wouldn't have sex with you last night?”
Callum baulked. “No,” he insisted. “Of course not.”
“Right,” said Cooper, nodding to himself. “That’s good.” There was another pause before he added, “Tyler thinks I need to explain myself.”
“About what?” Callum asked.
“About why I haven't had sex with you,” Cooper said calmly.
Callum turned and stared at him. “There's really no need,” he said hurriedly. “I understand.”
“I'm not sure that you do,” Cooper replied. “It's possible that Tyler was right and, if he wasn't, well, it wouldn’t do any harm to clarify things, would it?”
Callum was struck by a sudden urge to just run off to his room, barricade the door and hide, but, instead he sighed and settled back into his chair. “This is really not necessary,” he said. “Tyler's never explained to me why he hasn't slept with me. In fact, none of my friends ever have.”
“But Tyler isn't me,” Cooper replied. “I think it’s fair to say that I’ve slept with plenty of men but, and this is the key thing, once I’ve discovered all there is to know about them sexually, I completely lose interest.”
“You do realise just how shallow that sounds?” Callum laughed.
Cooper waved a hand dismissively. “Not really. Sex thrills me more than anything else. It’s my drug.”
Callum nodded. “Right, fine,” he said. “But I do already know this, you know.”
“I know,” Cooper replied, “but I'm just establishing a little background.”
“You could just say 'Callum, I don't want to shag you,’ and this conversation would be behind us.”
“But that wouldn’t be true,” Cooper said calmly. “I do want to shag you, it’s just that…”
Callum felt his face begin to flush, and quickly cleared his throat. “…we're friends, and we live together,” he interrupted, “and it might get awkward. It's fine, Cooper, really. I understand.”
Cooper shook his head. “I’ve had sex with every other flatmate I've ever had,” he said ruefully, “and the only other person who might be considered my friend is Tyler, who I have also had sex with.” He paused and then added, “And Fergus, I suppose, who I have also… well…you get the picture.”
Callum didn't particularly want to think about Fergus, or about what his role in Cooper's life might be.
“So…” Callum drew in a long, deep breath. “Why not me then?”
“Because… “Cooper paused and nodded to himself before continuing. “Because, Callum, right from the first moment we met, I knew you were different. There was something about you that made me want to get to know you, to properly know you, before we had sex.”
“You NEVER have sex with someone you actually know,” Callum countered.
“Pay attention, Callum,” Cooper scowled. “I have already said, quite clearly, that I want to have sex with you. The problem is, there might be consequences that I am not prepared to accept.”
“Because we're friends and you don't want it to get awkward,” reiterated Callum. “Like I said, Cooper, I do get it.”
“Partially,” Cooper nodded, “but you hold my attention and interest in all sorts of ways that other people don't. Non-sexual ways.”
“So, you don't want to have sex with me because I'm interesting in other ways?”
“No,” said Cooper. “That's not it. It's…” He paused and frowned down at his hands for a while before looking back up at Callum. “I’m scared that, if I have sex with you I’ll lose interest, like I have with everyone else, and I really don’t want that to happen.”
“Oh,” Callum replied, “so…it’s not that you don’t find me…attractive?”
“Quite the contrary,” Cooper confessed. “I can't stop thinking about you. About how you'd look, naked and sprawled out on my bed, about what your cock might feel like in my hand…my mouth.”
“Cooper!” Callum spluttered.
“You wanted answers,” Cooper shrugged. “I’m just being honest with you.”
Callum resisted the temptation to remind his flatmate that he had, not once, asked for any answers but the growing fire in his groin at Cooper’s words refused him permission to speak. He drew in a ragged breath in an effort to calm himself as Cooper slowly leaned in to him, resting his forehead against Callum's shoulder.
“We could,” Callum whispered in the softest of voices.
“You think?” Cooper responded, turning his head to face Callum.
Callum thought for a moment, and nodded.
“Without any awkwardness?” Cooper questioned.
“That’s an absolute pre-condition,” Callum replied. “For both of us.”
That was all that Cooper needed to hear. The instant he closed the already small gap between them, Callum knew that they wouldn’t, couldn’t, prevent the juggernaut from rolling. Cooper took kissing to a level that Callum would not have believed existed, lips and tongue moving in a harmony that threatened to pull Callum apart at the seams. It was all he could do just to hold on to him for a few moments while his brain caught up and reminded him that he was actually kissing Cooper Ryan, just as he had been wanting to do since about ten seconds after meeting him. Callum slid his arms around Cooper's shoulders to pull him in closer and take control of the kiss, Cooper’s accompanying low moan sending a thrill down Callum's spine.
“Wow,” he said in a rough voice when they finally had to pull apart for air. “Just...wow!”
Cooper's face lit up. “want you now,” he panted, taking Callum's hand in an attempt to tug him up off the sofa, but Callum resisted his attempts to move him.
“Wait,” he urged. “If we're doing this…”
“And we so definitely are,” Cooper interrupted in a voice that didn't allow for Callum to change his mind.
“Then we're doing it in my room,” Callum insisted. Cooper had had sex with a thousand strangers in his room and Callum wanted this to be at least a bit different.
“Don’t care where it is, as long as it's now,” Cooper replied breathily. He pulled Callum up and kissed him again, Callum's chest crushing against his as he ran his hands over his flatmate’s back. Callum felt more than a little dazed when they finally broke. He had suspected that Cooper's kisses were dangerous, but never expected them to completely wipe out any attempt at logical thought.
“No,” said Callum in a breathless voice that gave away just how affected he was.
His stomach a churning mixture of need, anticipation and desire, any other stipulations that Callum might have had flew straight out of his head. Just kissing Cooper was like being caught up in a whirlwind of sensations. Every move, every touch was geared solely towards pleasure, pulling an intensity of feeling out of him that he'd had no idea he could feel. His shirt disappeared in the living roomed as they kissed their way through the door, Callum’s attention focussed solely on Cooper's mouth as they moved closer towards his bed.
As Callum struggled with the buttons on Cooper’s shirt, Cooper drew his tongue up across Callum’s cheek and murmured into his ear. “I'm going to turn you on so much that you won’t remember your own name.”
If Callum had thought Cooper's voice was sexy before, that was nothing to how it sounded now. Deep and hushed, with a rough edge to it that telegraphed Cooper's own lust, it was enough to make Callum suck in a sudden breath as his arousal spiked.
“Fuck,” he rasped, and Cooper gave him a wicked grin. Cooper kissed his way down to Callum’s shoulder, and Callum wantonly tipped his head back to allow him better access.
“I want to kiss you everywhere,” Cooper hissed against his skin, sending vibrations through it that Callum could feel tingling throughout his entire body. “I want to taste every part of you. Do you want that, Callum? Do you want to feel my tongue lapping over every inch of your body?”
“Fuck, yes,” Callum purred, wondering how Cooper had managed to get him in to such a state already. So turned on that he could barely speak, he wanted nothing more than to lie back and allow Cooper to do whatever he liked.
Cooper pressed close against him, lifting up Callum's left hand so that he could suck on each of his fingers in turn, before slowly working his way up Callum's arm, pausing to plant a plethora of light kisses on his wrist. No one had ever shown such attention to his arm before, and it was shockingly arousing, Callum letting out a long, low moan as Cooper ran his tongue along the inside of his elbow.
“Cooper,” Callum heard himself breathily beg as Cooper moved on up to his neck, and then gradually down to his chest, lavishing attention on him as if he were the only person in the world.
“Perfect,” Cooper purred as he hovered over Callum's stomach, running his tongue along the faint lines of his muscles. “You're perfect.”
“Your mouth feels amazing,” Callum rasped, his hand reaching down to trail through Cooper’s dark hair.
“It has been said,” Cooper smirked, trailing the tip of his tongue across Callum’s navel.
Callum tugged at Cooper's shirt again, suddenly frustrated by the fact that Cooper was still fully clothed. “Let me see,” he hissed.
“You've seen before,” Cooper chuckled, edging back on his heels to help Callum’s cause.
Callum had seen Cooper semi-naked far too many times, but having his body revealed just for Callum to look at and touch was very different to catching an eyeful as Cooper wandered back to his room after a shower. His shirt tossed aside, Cooper stood and bent forward to catch Callum's mouth with his, Callum’s hands instantly roving over his shoulders and back, savouring the smooth warmth of his skin.
Cooper dropped to his knees, his hands already pawing at Callum's crotch.
“Want your cock,” he hissed, his fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans. “Want it in my mouth.”
As Cooper’s lips moved closer to Callum's crotch, occasionally lingering to run his tongue across the base of Callum's chest, Callum began to wonder if he was going to survive the night. Cooper hadn't even touched his cock yet, and already he could barely breathe. When Cooper finally did take Callum in his mouth, the amazing wet heat of it caused his knees to instantly buckle. He felt Cooper suck hard, the pressure on every inch of his cock seemingly precisely controlled to ignite every nerve and sinew in his body. Cooper knew every trick Callum had ever encountered, and a whole load more that he had never even imagined, every suck, every flick of his tongue perfectly timed to build on top of the one before.
Callum was barely aware of the pained-sounding noises he was making, his head tipped back and his hands clasping in the sheets, unable to focus on anything other than the incredible sensations engulfing him. Cooper hummed around his cock, his tongue fluttering and his lips caressing, taking him in deeper and swallowing hard.
Callum knew he was going to cum. There was nothing he could do to hold it back. His orgasm hurtling towards him, it was all he could do to force his hand to let go of the sheets and squeeze Cooper's shoulder by way of warning.
“Cooper…I…I…” he forced out and then, abruptly, Cooper pulled away. Callum let out a cry of disappointment and frustration as the amazing sensation ceased, cutting off his orgasm before it could begin.
Cooper licked his lips in a way that made Callum whimper before slowly kissing his way back up his body.
“Not yet,” he whispered next to Callum's ear. “I want you to fuck me first.”
“Get these off then,” Callum growled, his fingers pawing at the waistband of Cooper’s trousers.
“My pleasure,” Cooper purred, climbing up off the bed. He stood for a moment, his hands on his flies and his eyes fixed darkly on Callum's, before beginning to slowly unbutton them. As he swayed his hips slightly, Callum had a sudden, vivid flash of Cooper stripping on stage in a club. He finished undoing his trousers and gracefully slid them down, his underwear following seconds later, until he stepped free of his last vestiges of clothing, his pale skin and long, lean muscles seeming to glisten in the low light.
Callum's fingers itched to touch him and he sat upright, reaching out for Cooper's hips. Cooper ran his hands through Callum's hair, and bent forward to kiss him, the embrace long and slow and overflowing with seductive promise.
“I presume you have lube,” Cooper purred and Callum nodded, his mouth hanging silently open. “Good, then all you have to do is relax and let me take you apart. I've been thinking about you fucking me for so long.”
I bet I've been thinking about it for longer, thought Callum. Keeping Cooper in close for another kiss, he smoothed his hands over his back and down to cup his arse. Reluctantly releasing Cooper’s taut behind, he reached out for his bedside drawer and pulled out his lube and a condom.
“How do you want me,” Cooper grinned, taking the essentials from Callum’s hand and placing them down on the bed.
“Oh, I’m a buff old traditionalist,” Callum laughed. “On your hands and knees.”
Cooper obeyed, sliding into position with slow, graceful movements, and turned to Callum with a raised eyebrow and a come-hither look. “Like this?” he asked.
The inside of Callum's mouth was dry as he let himself feast on the sight in front of him. “Yeah,” he managed. “Yeah, that's perfect. Stay just like that.”
“You're bossier than I thought you’d be,” Cooper declared, with what sounded like a hint of approval in his voice.
“Yeah, well, I know you,” Callum laughed, running his hand over the long line of Cooper's back. “If I'm not firm with you, you'll just ignore me.”
Cooper raised his eyebrow again and cast his gaze down towards Callum’s crotch. “You seem to be more than firm enough for me,” he said in a suggestive voice.
Callum bent his head forward to bite at Cooper's buttock in retribution and, in return, Cooper gave a breathy, surprised groan. Callum feathered a trail of soft kisses up to the curve of Cooper's back, sliding his hands over Cooper's thighs and giving them a firm squeeze. Cooper’s response, little soft moans of pleasure, made Callum want to do this forever just to be able to keep hearing them.
“Oh, Callum,” he groaned. “Stop teasing.”
“I'm not teasing,” Callum chuckled, carefully and deliberately flicking his tongue down the full length of Cooper's crack and then back up to lap gently at his hole.
“Oh God, yes,” Coope
r gasped. “Yes! Like that!”
Callum eased Cooper's cheeks apart and let his tongue go properly to work. He had always loved doing this, even if it was some men considered it a bit too dirty. Maybe that was precisely why he loved it, something just the wrong side of right, yet something that rarely failed to have a man panting for more.
Cooper reacted with a string of breathless swear words, pushing back against Callum's mouth, wordlessly begging him to go in deeper. Every rough word and long breath pulsed through Callum, pushing his own arousal higher until he wondered if he would actually make it to fucking Cooper, or if he could just cum from the taste on his tongue, the skin under his hands and the knowledge that he was the one who was taking Cooper Ryan apart.
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