Page 31 of Cooper & Jake
I’ve always been a little obsessed with Cooper. Always wanted to be in his presence and be around him. Back in high school, I would count down the minutes until I could be with him again. And once the school bell rang, I would rush through the halls to meet him outside. Then we would spend all our time after school together, only separating once it was time for one of us to go home. Even the weekends were spent side by side.
So, is it any surprise that all I want is to spend my weekend with him? Hell, right now all I want to do is spin him around the dance floor.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask, putting my hand out for him and bowing.
“Oh god, what are you doing?” He laughs, placing his hand over his mouth. “And are you sure you want to dance? From what I remember, you weren’t very good at it at all. It was like you had two left feet. Actually, no. You might have been a bit better if you had two left feet.”
“Hey, I’m a way better dancer now than I was back then. I’ve danced a few times since then and have improved.”
“All right, let’s see then.”
He spins in a circle, grabbing onto my wrist and dragging me behind him. Of course he doesn’t take us to the edge of the dance floor. Nope, he drags me right into the middle of all the dancing people in the heart of the dance space. ‘Get Low’ by Flo Rida is playing, and Cooper turns around and starts dancing against me. More like grinding, actually. His ass is right against my dick, and I get harder with each thrust of his body against me.
Wrapping my arm around his waist, I pull his body flush with mine, whispering in his ear, “If you don’t stop doing that, you’re going to get meveryhorny and I’m going to want to drag you to the hotel and fuck you like the good boy I know you are.” I lick up the side of his neck, then nibble down on his earlobe.
Cooper turns around in my hold, wrapping his arms around my neck as he continues grinding against me. “I’m pretty sure that was my intention when I started dancing with you: to get you so hot and horny that you have no choice but to drag me back to my bed. Have me screaming out your name just like you did earlier today.”
“Fuck, Cooper. I don’t think I’m going to last very long on this dance floor if you don’t stop talking like that.”
“Okay, okay,” he concedes, moving a little farther away. “I want to dance a bit longer, so I’ll stop teasing.”
Cooper and I keep dancing, song after song playing as we get lost in one another yet again, our hands caressing and roaming while sweat slicks our bodies. I’m going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but seeing the huge bright smile on Cooper’s face, I know it’ll be worth it.
Taylor and Peyton slide up beside us, swaying with one another. At one point, Cooper and Taylor squeal at each other and then run to each other, hugging and dancing and forgettingPeyton and me exist. We use that moment to head to the bar and get a few drinks.
“How’s everything going?” Peyton asks once I have a whiskey in my hand.
“It’s going by so damn fast that I’m starting to worry I won’t get the chance to ask Cooper to stay behind a few more days.”
“You’ve had hours, man, just suck it up and do it. Go out on that dance floor and be all ‘you’re staying a few more days with me. No ifs, ands, or buts.’ Don’t give him a chance to even say no.”
“Things don’t work that way… but maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right, Jake-O. Now get your ass out there and ask him to stay.”
“Okay. I’m going.”
I toss the whiskey back, wincing at the burn as it goes down. With a fresh sense of determination, I stride across the dance floor, heading straight for Cooper and Taylor. Neither of them is paying any attention to those around them, so they don’t notice when I walk up to them.
“I need to borrow you,” I tell Cooper, yelling in his ear so that he hears me.
“Huh?” he yells back, whipping around to look at me with wide eyes.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Now?” he asks, exasperated. “It’s the middle of the song.”
“Be a good boy and follow me off the dance floor.”
Cooper’s eyes dilate at the ‘good boy,’ and I know he’ll do what I say. “Fine.”
I place my hand on his lower back, guiding him off the dance floor to a quieter part of the room. “What’s wrong?”
“I want you to stay longer,” I blurt out, not even working up to it. Fuck it. “I was planning to leave tomorrow. But I don’t want to anymore. I mean, I’m not saying I’m going to move hereor anything. But I want to stay a couple more days. And I want you to stay a couple more days too. If you can, of course. But damn, Cooper, I just got you back in my life, and I’m not ready to say goodbye. So I figured maybe we could hang out for a few more days. Get to know one another again. But I understand if you can’t or don’t want to. Fuck, I’m out here assuming you even want to spend more time with me, but if you don’t, I get it. You don’t have to?—”
“Jake,” Cooper interrupts me, chuckling and shaking his head. “First, breathe. That was like a million words in the span of thirty seconds. And second, yes.”
“Yes,” I repeat like a parrot. “Yes, you’re going to stay?”
