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"Maybe we should practice more realistic positioning?" Oliver suggested when Cooper woke him up early one morning. Cooper paused, hand in the bag of bras he'd brought and eyebrow arching. Face flushing, Oliver coughed, "It's not like we stood a foot apart while we were kissing our girlfriends, dude."
Not that they had those anymore. The point still stood though, and they'd need the practice for next time.
"True," Cooper quirked his head. He tossed one of the bras at Oliver's chest and flopped back onto the bed. "You should take your shirt off too then, it might be different opening a bra against skin." His suggestion came with a broad grin as he settled against the headboard, chin up and arms open wide, "Ready to practice?"
Oliver choked, "Why do I have to be the girl first?" Head ducking forward slightly, Cooper arched his eyebrow again. With huff, Oliver dragged his shirt over his head, "Fine, whatever, but I'm picking my own bra."
Eyes rolled and Cooper laughed when he struggled to get the bra on, but Oliver ignored him. Or, he tried to. It was a bit difficult to ignore someone when you were climbing into their lap.
It didn't help that Cooper still had all his clothes on and Oliver just had his pajama pants. 'Just' being the operative word there.
Hands circled his waist. Oliver swallowed thickly as they settled on his back. Warm. Firm. Cooper's knuckles grazed over his spine and Oliver couldn't help but shiver.
"You know, if you were my girlfriend, I'd be doing more than just unhooking your bra," Cooper exhaled as his lips ghosted over Oliver's collarbone, "Should... should we practice that bit?" He cleared his throat, "For authenticity's sake, I mean."
Oliver bobbed his head in a vague nod, voice cracking, "Yeah. Yeah, of course." He chuckled and raised his arms to drape them over Cooper's shoulders, "What's the point of practicing if it's not realistic, right?"
The only answer he got was Cooper's mouth latching on to his throat. Oliver startled. He moaned and his hips rolled forward. Cooper hummed, lips spreading wide in an obvious smirk even as he started to kiss down Oliver's chest.
He was good at this. The kissing. Every brush of his lips soft, like a feather tickling at his skin. Oliver heard his own breath hitch when Cooper nipped at his skin, just below the collarbone. Well below where anyone would notice.
Still, his heart hammered and his thighs squeezed around Cooper's hips. His hands actually shaking.
Lips sealed over the same spot and Oliver started to pant as his best friend sucked a hickey into his flesh. Right above the bra.
His head spun. It was way too early for him to be processing all of this. All the... the sensory input. The fingers skimming over his bare flesh.
Cooper's hands were softer than anything he'd ever felt before. Better than any silk or cashmere fabric he'd ever touched.
The hands on his back began to wander. One dropped to his ass and Oliver found himself rocking his hips. Cooper's palm cupped the meat of one cheek, kneading the flesh through the thin fabric of Oliver's worn pajamas, setting the pace.
"Went commando last night, amigo?" Cooper teased him, mouthing over the lace on Oliver's chest. His tongue traced an outline around Oliver's nipple.
"Fuck," Oliver's head fell back and his own hands snapped to Cooper's head, fisting in his hair, "Do that again, dude."
Another hand rose up his side, holding him still as a thumb flicked over the other nipple. Oliver moaned. His eyes fell shut when Cooper closed his mouth, sucking at his chest again. Suckling at a nipple.
"Shoulda put the nursing bra on, bro," Cooper mumbled, lathering his tongue over the hard nub. Oliver grunted. His back arched on instinct.
The hand on his ass squeezed. He continued to set the rhythm of Oliver's hips, guiding him up and forward until he started bouncing. His head hazy with pleasure.
It felt... good. Cooper's mouth, his hands. At one point, he switched sides. The hand on his ass rose up to press a thumb down on Oliver's spit-slick nipple while Cooper claimed the other with his mouth.
Oliver moaned, again. His dick had long since started throbbing. Morning wood well-ignored and pressed up against Cooper's stomach. A damp spot on his designer shirt from Oliver's leaking tip.
"You're pretty like this," Cooper grunted, teeth grazing over the nipple through the lace. Oliver pushed his chest out with a whine. "All... all needy," Cooper panted, turning his head to push the bra up with his nose. "Muy bueno."
Cooper unlatched the bra with ease and quickly captured Oliver's nipple in his lips again. Without a barrier.
The rough drag off wet fabric now replaced with only plump lips and a warm tongue. Both very insistent, and attentive. Oliver choked on his next breath, nearly keening.
His dick ached. The little friction he got from moving his hips barely scratched at the desperate need clawing at his ribs. His chest. The heat pooling in his gut.
With a curse, Oliver ducked his head to Cooper's hair, burying his face in the soft locks. A faintly floral musk filled his nostrils and Cooper's free hand squeezed at his ass again, giving the same attention to the other cheek, as if Cooper meant to even out his previous makeshift massage.
"Dude, I think I might..." Cooper groaned, hips rocking up. Oliver whimpered, grinding down on the hard length beneath him. The firm pressure did nothing to help his own erection, but Cooper's twitched.
A sudden rush of warm air blew across his wet nipple when Cooper gasped and Oliver mewled. His best friend stilled. Lips spread across his skin. Another smirk.
In the next moment, Oliver's vision went white. A quick swipe of Cooper's tongue and a targeted breath had him falling over the edge. The climax slamming into his chest. Cooper shushed him when he cried out but Oliver's whole body spasmed.
"We cannot get caught like this," Cooper chuckled, breathless as he flipped them over, pushing Oliver into the mattress. He hovered above, biting at his bottom lip. "You look absolutely wrecked, amigo. Muy caliente."
Throat bobbing, Oliver tried to make a joke, a crack about how his mother would probably do one of her stupid happy dances. She'd been watching them almost expectantly since the bullshit with their girlfriends and the breakup.
None of the words made it past his lips. Oliver blinked rapidly, panting as he floated in the ecstasy of the best orgasm he'd ever had. Fuck. His mother was not allowed to be right about this.
"You, uh, wanna practice some more?" Cooper asked, eyebrow arching as he tugged the bra the rest of the way off. Oliver let his arms fall back, sprawled out beneath his best friend, chest heaving.
Shit. His chest probably had like... actual bruises. Was it a hickie if it was on his nipples? Oliver exhaled, back arching as he squirmed on the bed.
"Dude, say something already," Cooper hissed, eyes wide and pupils blown. His gaze flickered over Oliver. He licked his lips, "I didn't even know guys could like... do that without their dick being touched. Outside of porn, I mean."
"You watch porn with dudes?" Oliver blurted out and Cooper eyes snapped from the wet spot in the crotch of Oliver's pants to his face.
Cooper quirked his head, voice dropping low, "Dude?" His lips twitched and Oliver huffed. A breathy laugh echoing in the silence between them.
With a groan, Oliver shifted downward, settling in the center of the bed, head on a pillow. He reached up to wrap an arm around Cooper's neck, head bobbing in a quick nod, "Dude."
A bright grin lit up Cooper's face and he dived down to claim Oliver's mouth. Lips soft, even as he pressed down hard, practically devouring him. Oliver moaned and Cooper licked into his mouth.
"Ugh, dude, your morning breath is foul," Cooper drew back, nose wrinkling.
"Yeah, well, what did you expect when you woke me up to cop a feel?" Oliver drawled, shoving at his best friend's shoulder. Cooper giggled and ducked his head to Oliver's chest. He started at the sternum.
When Oliver finally stumbled into the bathroom to brush his teeth, his chest was littered with hickeys. A few red marks made a full constellation, from collarbone to waistband. His nipples and his lips all a dark red, bruised from all of Cooper's attention.
The most productive practice session they'd had, so far. Oliver didn't even mind that Cooper never offered to swap and be the girl. He kinda liked it actually, having all of the attention on him, letting Cooper set the pace.
Oliver froze, toothbrush nearly falling out of his mouth. His every thought coming to a screeching halt.
Did this make him the bottom?!
Fuck. This was like riding bitch on the vespa, but way worse. Probably. Maybe.
Brows furrowing, Oliver squinted at himself in the mirror. It was only practice. Given his focus on school, he wouldn't exactly be looking for a girlfriend any time soon and he needed to keep his kissing skills sharp.
The fact he'd gotten a few orgasms out of it this time was just a bonus. One Cooper hadn't enjoyed.
Oliver slowly started to move his toothbrush again, nodding mutely to himself. He wasn't gay. They hadn't even done anything that involved touching a dick or an asshole. He couldn't be a bottom so long as he wasn't actually bottoming.
"You're taking forever," Cooper burst into the room, and quickly closed the door. He unzipped his khakis, still complaining, "It's not cool to leave me hanging like that, muchacho."
Cheeks burning, Oliver's mouth went dry as he watched Cooper stroke himself off. His lashes fluttered and his throat bobbed. He spit into the sink, ducking his head to the faucet to rinse his mouth. It helped with the toothpaste but nothing else.
Cooper moaned, his head falling back when his hand abruptly stopped. Grip tight on the edges of the sink, Oliver only let himself watch in the mirror as Cooper aimed his release into the toilet.
"So..." Oliver cleared his throat and turned around. He bit his lip when Cooper joined him at the sink to wash his hands. "You, uh, never answered my question before," Oliver choked out, pushing a hand through his hair. Cooper arched a brow and Oliver clarified, "About what sort of porn you watch?"
The room went very quiet. Oliver's palms began to sweat and his shoulders hunched. With a hum, Cooper reached for the rag to dry his hands, "Why do you care?" His eyebrow arched even higher, "Unless you want to watch it with me."
Shoulders rolling back, Oliver managed a shrug. He met Cooper's gaze head on and arched his own eyebrow to mirror him, "Maybe?" Cooper smirked and Oliver mirrored that too. With a tad bit more mischief, of course. "Let's go practice some more. I brushed my teeth for you and everything, bro."