An Oral Fixation

Cooper leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together, his breathing rough. "I never said I didn't want you. I told you earlier; I've wanted you for a long time. But I don't want to fuck you." He ground himself into Quinn's hand and groaned softly when Quinn stopped stroking his cock and started working on undoing his jeans instead. "I don't want what we do together to be fucking," he whispered. "I don't give a shit how cheesy it might sound. I want to make love to you."

Quinn froze for a second; then he started trembling. He covered Cooper's mouth with his and kissed him—deep, hard, frantic. Kissed him and tasted him, bit his lower lip, licked and sucked and swirled his tongue, until it felt like his chest might burst from how badly he needed a breath, but he still didn't want it to end.

Oh, God. How long had he been waiting to hear those words? Felt like a lifetime. Quinn broke the kiss and panted against Cooper's mouth, too overwhelmed to even try to speak. His throat was clogged and thick with all of the things he wanted to say. "Let's go back to the hotel," he finally forced out. "Now."

"I want to." Cooper gave him another quick, hard kiss before drawing back, his face torn. "But Pat and—"

"Leave them the keys." Quinn yanked Cooper's zipper closed and redid the button of his jeans. He wanted to feel Cooper hard and hot in his palm—fuck, did he want to—but he didn't want it to be another quick one-off. He wanted them naked, stretched out in bed, Cooper's weight above his, his cock slowly pushing in. Even more than that, he wanted them to be alone, just him and Cooper, sharing each other, kissing and touching and making love in the dark. "We'll take a cab. I don't care." Please say yes. Please, please. I can't stand another second of this.

Cooper nodded. Quinn didn't know if his sense of urgency had bled into Cooper or if Cooper had been feeling the same way the whole time, but whatever the case, it was clear they were both skating the edge, trying desperately to cling to what little control they had left. They wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other for very long. If they didn't get out of that bar, and soon, their first time together was going to happen right there against that wall. They'd be helpless to stop themselves, whether it was what they really wanted or not. The tension was too thick, the desire pulsing between them, drawing them ever closer.

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The time it took to find Lonnie and Patrick felt like an eternity. The cab ride to their hotel felt even longer. Quinn had to be in constant contact with Cooper—kissing him, rubbing his thigh, pressing as close as he could get in that tiny backseat. Cooper had snuck a hand under Quinn's shirt and was stroking the skin of his back, slow and gentle and soft. The continual motion of his fingers, up and down, up and down, kept Quinn on edge until they reached the hotel, shoved some cash at the driver, and practically raced across the lobby to the elevator. Quinn didn't pay attention to the looks they got. He waited ages for the doors to open, his hand clutching Cooper's, impatiently shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He prayed no one else would come into the lobby while they were there, and his luck held out. They wound up in the elevator alone, which meant Cooper could kiss him and grind into him the entire ride up, and the security cameras be damned.

They barely made it into their room before Cooper grabbed the hem of Quinn's shirt and yanked it over his head. Quinn did the same to him, sighing in relief when their chests touched—his own smooth and hairless, and Cooper's the same, save for a dark happy trail that started at his navel. They were naked and stumbling toward the bed in seconds, but when they got there, Cooper pushed Quinn down and then just stood there for a moment and looked his fill.

"Stay like that," he murmured. Then he crossed the room to the area that housed a coffeemaker, mini-fridge, sink, and bucket for ice.

Quinn watched as Cooper pulled a plastic cup from the stack beside the coffeemaker and filled it with a little bit of water and some of the ice they'd stuck in the freezer earlier. Quinn almost groaned. Seriously? He's thirsty right now?

But Cooper didn't drink the water. He brought the cup back over to where Quinn lay watching him and set it on the nightstand. Then he climbed onto the bed, lean thighs straddling Quinn's hips. Quinn licked his suddenly dry lips. Cooper's body really was beautiful—his chest toned but not bulky, waist trim and narrow, cock long and wet at the tip. Quinn reached out to touch it, but Cooper took hold of his wrists and pressed his arms back against the pillows.

Cooper gave him a look that told Quinn to keep his arms where they were. His fingers trailed across Quinn's collarbone from shoulder to shoulder.

"You know what I love?" he asked. Quinn shook his head, staring up at Cooper with wide eyes. His own cock was nestled in the crease of Cooper's ass and happy to be there. He shifted his hips, rubbing lightly, and Cooper chuckled and swatted his thigh. "Stay still."

Quinn gave a breathless laugh and stopped moving.

"I love your eyes," Cooper said. "They're so fucking blue, like the sky on a clear day, when there isn't a cloud for miles. I could get lost in them." He touched Quinn's collarbone again. "And I love these freckles. I've wanted to taste them for years. Your skin is pale, perfect, everywhere except for these, like someone dusted you with cinnamon."

Quinn laughed again. "Taste them then."

"I will." Cooper's fingers skimmed across Quinn's chest to circle one of his nipples. "And I'll taste you here." Over to the other one. "And here." He shifted, moving back onto Quinn's thighs, and those long fingers kept trailing down—past Quinn's belly button, the base of his cock, his balls, lower, to the place he wanted Cooper most. "Here too."

Quinn moaned and spread his thighs a bit wider. "Do it. Please do it."

"I will," Cooper said again. "Promise." Then he leaned down and followed the path his fingers had taken with his tongue.

Quinn writhed on the bed as Cooper nipped and sucked on his nipples, as Cooper's tongue trailed lower and lower, paused to dip into his navel, and then continued on, along the crease where Quinn's pelvis met his thigh, across his balls and the sensitive place beneath. Then that tongue was at his opening, swirling, licking, pushing gently until his muscles relaxed. And just when Quinn thought the teasing was over, that Cooper would finally slide his tongue inside and end the torture, Cooper abruptly pulled back and sat up.

Quinn made a tormented sound. "D-don't. Please don't stop."

"Not stopping," Cooper said as he reached for the cup of ice water he'd set on the nightstand earlier. "Just moving on to something better."

He dipped two long fingers into the cup and fished out some ice, popping the small cubes into his mouth like candy. Quinn watched breathlessly as Cooper withdrew another. That one didn't go into Coop's mouth with the rest. Instead he placed it against Quinn's sternum, smiling when Quinn shuddered at the cold, and slid it down, over the taut expanse of Quinn's abdomen, along the length of his throbbing cock, up to the tip, and there, at the spot just below the slit, he stopped and held the cube in place. Quinn almost came out of his skin. That tiny spot was probably the most sensitive area on his body. He liked it to be licked, touched, but he'd never had anyone do this.

Quinn started trembling, unable to stop himself, his fingers curling into pillows behind his head and gripping tight. "Oh, God..." His hips jerked, whether to press into that cold little touch or pull away, Quinn didn't know, but just when it was getting to be too much, just when he'd parted his lips to utter a protest, Cooper suddenly released the ice cube and leaned down to put his mouth on Quinn's cock.

Quinn's back bowed off the bed. "Fuck!" The inside of Cooper's mouth was cool, but warmer than the ice had been. He was sucking, taking Quinn's cock in deep, and before Quinn even realized what was happening, Cooper had a finger in his ass, and he was coming like he'd never come in his life. His vision went black and he bucked on the bed, crying out Cooper's name. Cooper had replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking fast. Quinn felt the spatter of his release across his lower belly and moaned at the feel of it, almost hot in comparison to the cold air of the room.

"That's it," Cooper said softly. His voice sounded awed. "You're fucking gorgeous."

All Quinn could do was moan again. He looked up at Cooper's face, his heart clenching at the tender expression he found there. "Cooper..."

Cooper smiled at him, a dark, wicked smile that would have made Quinn hard again if his body had been capable. Cooper moved up on the bed, dragging his cock through the slippery warmth on Quinn's stomach. "Want some?" he asked.

Holy hell. Quinn nodded without even thinking, and Cooper crawled over to straddle his shoulders. He rubbed the head of his dick on Quinn's mouth, leaving a trail of Quinn's own cum across his lips. Quinn finally brought his arms down from above his head, reaching behind Cooper to cup his ass and yank him close. He sucked Cooper in to the hilt, tasting himself, salty and bitter, tasting Cooper, smelling the musk of Cooper's arousal, his balls, his cock. Quinn gripped Cooper's ass even harder, spread the cheeks, dipped his fingers into the crease. He skimmed down to Cooper's hole and massaged the muscles, applying just enough pressure to give Cooper something to push back against if he wanted. Cooper did want. He pressed into Quinn's touch, searching, and Quinn released Cooper's cock long enough to briefly suck on one of his own fingers. He returned that finger to Cooper's entrance and slid it inside, feeling for Cooper's prostate and pressing gently once he'd found it.

Cooper didn't last long after that. A few more sucks, a flick of Quinn's tongue along his ridge, and he was flooding Quinn's mouth with thick, salty wetness. Quinn moaned and swallowed as Cooper kept coming, spurt after spurt striking the back of his throat.

Cooper groaned above him, his hands gripping the headboard. "Don't swallow it all," he said breathlessly. "I wanna taste us both."

Quinn nearly choked at the words but managed to get himself under control. Holy shit. He'd never done that before. He would've thought the idea would be a turn-off, but instead he found it oddly erotic. Him and Cooper kissing, sharing Cooper's cum. How would it feel to kiss him, pass it back to him, let Cooper get a taste of himself from Quinn's tongue? The answer came to him in a rush: hot as fuck.

Cooper's body slid down his, skin damp with sweat. He braced himself on his elbows and lowered his head for a kiss. Quinn opened to him without hesitation, accepting the warm glide of Cooper's tongue, and moaning when Cooper shuddered above him, his arms automatically curling around Cooper's waist and holding him close. It felt good in a way he'd never experienced before, not gross or weird, but raw and naughty and maybe just a little bit dirty. There was heat, and need, and yearning in that kiss too; Cooper's taste filling his senses, overwhelming him. Quinn never wanted it to end, but of course good things always do. Cooper eventually pulled back with a final nip to Quinn's lower lip, and buried his face in the curve where Quinn's neck met his shoulder.

"Finally," Cooper said, his voice muffled. "I thought I was gonna die if I went another day without touching you."

Quinn tightened his arms and held him even closer. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"At first I didn't want to risk messing things up between us." Cooper nuzzled a kiss onto the sensitive spot just behind Quinn's ear. "After that, it was just a matter of timing," Cooper went on. "You always had someone. Or I did. And then there was Simon." Cooper pulled back then, his dark eyes meeting Quinn's. "I never meant to hurt him."

Quinn's heart twisted painfully. "You loved him?"

"Yeah." Cooper reached up to cup Quinn's face, his thumb brushing across Quinn's cheekbone. "And I tried," he said, "I tried to give him what he needed from me. But I couldn't. That part of my heart was yours even before I met him again." Cooper paused and gave him a regretful smile. "It took me forever to figure it out, though, and when I did, you were with Gabe. It wasn't until last semester that I realized you might feel the same way."

"Cooper, I—" Quinn stopped and swallowed. The words were hard to push past the tightness in his throat. His eyes burned at the thought of how much time they'd wasted. If only they'd paid more attention, if only they'd talked to each other instead of being a couple of dumbasses. But they knew now, and really, that was all that mattered. "For so long, I—"

"Shh." Cooper leaned close and kissed him softly. "I know. There'll be time to talk more later, okay? Right now just let me love you."

All Quinn could do was nod yes. He sighed and arched his back when Cooper dipped his head and took one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. "All night?" he said.

"Forever," Cooper answered.

Forever. Yeah, that sounded good to Quinn.

THE END