Page 52 of Kiss and Make Love

“Hey, bud. You lost? Away team’s locker room is out the door and to your left, on the other side of the building.” Cooper pointed out the door as he started toweling down after his shower. He was always the last to leave, spending too much time snapping towels at any butt he could find, playing air guitar to their wind-down music, and cleaning up after his teammates.

Alex stalked toward him, his Renegades jersey covered in dirt and blood, stopping only a couple feet away. The furrow in his brow told Cooper he wasn’t in a good mood. “That was a real dick move out there, Fifteen.”

Cooper laughed, wiping down his arms and chest with his towel. “I did nothing wrong, and you know it. You’re just mad I got the winning try.”

Alex always had a bone to pick with him. Cooper supposed it was because Alex was used to being the best player in the league. But ever since Cooper had burst onto the scene—younger, prouder, and better at the game—Alex had been out for blood. But today was the first time he’d crossed into Coyote territory to confront him.

“Like hell I am. The only reason you scored is because Marchand was on the bench with an injury. You need towatch yourself out there.” Alex practically had steam pouring from his nostrils.

Cooper draped the towel over his head and scrubbed it back and forth, drying his damp curls. “Or what?” he asked, his voice muffled by the fabric hanging over his face.

“Or I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Alex took a step closer and ripped the towel away from Cooper, discarding it on a nearby bench.

“Hey now, Bouchard.” Cooper threw up his arms in surrender. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He couldn't keep the smirk off his face.

Alex pushed him against the beam between rugby lockers with a flat palm to the chest, stepping into his personal space. “Is this your idea of a good time, Fifteen?”

Cooper shrugged his shoulders against the wood. “I mean…it’s notnotmy idea of a good time.”

Alex’s gaze fell to the other towel hanging low on Cooper’s hips, cock tenting the fabric. “You couldn’t handle me,” he sneered.

“I think you know I could,” Cooper challenged.

“Prove it.”

Alex may have been an absolute ass on and off the field, but he was fine as hell, and Cooper was eager to call his bluff. He tugged at the waistband of Alex’s scrum shorts, lowering them an inch. Cooper cocked an eyebrow at him as if to sayif you don’t stop this now, I’m gonna keep going.

A smug grin graced Alex’s face. “Lost your nerve, Fifteen?”

“Not even a bit, Bouchard.” Cooper shoved his hand down the front of Alex’s shorts and was met with the warm feel of solid cock against his palm.

Grasping Alex’s erection tightly, Cooper stroked up and down, never breaking eye contact with Alex. He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. And who knows? Maybe a release would make the serious man loosen up for once in his life.

Alex slowly shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Poor form. I think you can do better than that.”

Withdrawing his hand from Alex’s shorts, Cooper held it up to his mouth and gave his palm a long lick before tugging down his rival’s waistband and finding his lengthy erection once again.

He held tighter and stroked slowly, teasing him with each movement, eager to break through Alex’s stony demeanour. “Better?”

Cooper wanted to hear Alex moan, growl, cry out—something. Some sort of reaction to Cooper’s hand grasping his cock. Because Cooper was definitely feeling things, and if those feelings weren’t obvious before, they were now.

“Somewhat of an improvement,” Alex hissed.

Cooper’s own cock was peeking through the slit in the towel tied around his waist. He needed attention, and he needed it now. Asking wouldn’t get him anywhere. Alex liked to battle on the field. He sensed it would be no different with sex.

“I doubt you could do any better, Bouchard. You’re probably all bark and no bite. Just like on the pitch.”

“Is that what you think?” Alex asked, a breathy strain to his voice.

“It’s what I know,” Cooper shrugged. He hoped he was coming across somewhat nonchalant, because inside, his heart was pounding out of his chest. His lips were only inches from Alex’s, and the erection in his hand was driving him wild.

Alex pulled away from him, and his cock slipped from Cooper’s grip. He watched, stunned, as Alex stalked toward the locker room door.

Shit. He’d gone too far.

“Hey,” he called out. “I didn’t mean?—”

Alex turned the lock on the dressing room door.

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