Luke, Part 2

Cooper

I felt how light started to creep into the room through the curtains before I was fully awake. I smiled as my eyes slowly blinked open. I wanted to stretch out when I felt someone beside me.

Cooper. Of course.

He was on his back, his face turned to me. The covers reached just below his beautifully smooth chest, that slowly rose and fell. His gorgeous facial features were completely relaxed. His mouth hung open and I heard a slight snoring. The back of his left hand casually rested against my ribcage.

It had been an eventful night. I could tell Cooper had been hesitant to ask to share the bed with me. The air mattress, which my parents had owned for over a decade, was just too uncomfortable. I couldn’t possibly tell him no.

Once an underwear-clad Cooper had climbed into the bed with me, and I had felt his warmth, it had been hard to fall asleep for me. Not so much for Cooper, who had been out like a light within a minute.

Although it had felt nice to have someone sleep next to me again, I couldn’t really snuggle or spoon with Cooper to really feel that warmth. So it took a while for me to clear my head, to try to ignore the sexy man inches away from me. And then I had finally fallen asleep.

Cooper

I had woken up again in the middle of the night.

“Yeah… that’s true. Except for Wednesdays.”

I had looked over. Cooper was deeply asleep. He had kicked our covers down. His hand was inside of his underwear. By his hip, like he had tried to push his trunks down. The head of his rock hard cock was poking out from the elastic band. And he was mumbling. Sleep-talking.

I hadn’t known where to look.

“Do you really think so, baby? I think we should have tacos.”

After watching him lying there like that for a while, I had come into action.

I reached for the covers on his side and pulled them back up.

“Cooper?”, I had whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Time to go to sleep now.”

“OK baby. I love you.”

Cooper had nuzzled his face against my shoulder and seemed to drift off into a deeper level of sleep. As far as I knew, he had remained quiet for the rest of the night.

But now, at 6:58 AM, he had my attention again. There was something so intimate about sharing a bed with someone, even if there was no sex involved. I felt like we had grown closer. I had to resist every fiber in my body that wanted to reach out and cuddle up to him, or caress his chest.

Instead I looked at Cooper for a while before contemplating how to get up without waking him. I lifted the covers and instantly noticed this movement was revealing more of his body as well. I had a quick peek.

Cooper

Cooper’s cock stood at attention inside of his grey boxerbriefs. It was bursting to get out. There were some wet spots around the head. I found myself licking my lips. I had to remind myself he was my sister’s boyfriend. I got out of the bed, got dressed and left Cooper to sleep in my room.

When he came down to breakfast, he was freshly showered, looking very rested. Mom asked Cooper if he was sleeping OK on the air mattress.

“I had to get used to it the first night”, he answered, “but I slept really well last night.”

Cooper looked at me and I knew I shouldn’t mention we slept in the bed together.

“I hope he hasn’t been keeping you up too much”, Sarah then told me.

“W-what? How do you mean?”

“Cooper is very active in his sleep”, Sarah smiled.

Cooper looked at me and seemed embarrassed.

“Really?”, I said, wanting her to say more.

“Sleep-talking, mostly. Lots of moving around. No sleep-walking that I know of though, thankfully.”

I looked down at my breakfast and nodded.

“Good to know”, I smiled.

Cooper asked if today he could see more of Fennville.

“I kind of want to see where your childhood memories are”, he told Sarah.

Sarah was into the idea, even though there wasn’t much to show. Cooper then turned to me.

“Do you want to come as well, Luke?”

I appreciated how Cooper was including me. I sat in the back as Sarah drove us to the elementary school, the high school, and into the town center. We got out at the Blue Goose Café to get some coffee.

Sarah was talking all about her favorite memories in Fennville. It was nice to see her so happy, talking about how happy her youth had been. It helped to remind me of a few experiences where I had been happy here as well. I guess not every memory of this place had to be tainted by this huge secret I had been carrying around at the time.

Cooper

Cooper specifically asked me about what my favorite memories and spots were. He looked at me, nodded, and asked follow-up questions. He was just so friendly and attentive. It wasn’t common for me to meet a man who did that.

We walked around the center for a while. The air was cold, the snow crispy underneath my boots. Cooper came to walk next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“It’s so neat to hear about the two of you growing up here”, he said.

His face was so close to mine I immediately thought back to how his head had been on the pillow next to mine. I pictured his body and his morning erection before I got my mind to function.

I smiled.

“It’s fun to revisit it again with you”, I said.

As the foggy air out of my mouth cleared, I saw his smile in return. He looked so cute in his woolly hat.

We stopped at a store to get some ingredients for Cooper. He had decided he wanted to make us bibimbap, a Korean rice bowl for dinner. I knew that if he could cook well, he would definitely win over my Mom.

Cleverly, Cooper asked my Mom for help. So they made the meal together. I could tell they were bonding. Suddenly it was difficult to ever imagine celebrating Christmas without Cooper ever again.

Dinner was delicious. I liked how it was different from Mom usually served. Even Dad managed to verbalize he enjoyed it. Before anyone left the table, Cooper thanked Mom, Dad and me for welcoming him into the family so warmly.

That night, without talking about it, Cooper slept in bed with me again. I had no objections of course. I spotted he was wearing briefs this time, looking hot as ever. As he laid down, he told me he was so happy to have met me. I wanted to say something in return, but just like the previous nights, his eyes started to close and he fell asleep in no time.

I stared at the ceiling and noticed the fluttering in my stomach. I had a crush on my sister’s boyfriend. With Cooper’s snoring as a soundtrack, I tried my best to block him out. I told myself it must have to do with the kindness and interest he has shown me and that I just wasn’t used to that.

I woke up. It was dark in the room. I heard a moan.

“Oh yeah…”

Then there was snoring again.

I was on my side and I had to turn to see. Cooper was on his back and had one arm thrown over his head so I could see his armpit. His mouth hung open. His eyes were closed, although his eyelashes sometimes fluttered open.

Cooper

He had one leg pulled up, which had caused the covers to slip down. Cooper’s right hand lay loosely around his cock. His underwear had been pulled down to around his thighs. I was stunned as I took all of this in.

Cooper’s snoring continued, sometimes replaced by soft moaning. I realized he must be having a sex dream. His eyelids fluttered open again.

“Hmmm…”

His hand came back to life and jerked his cock a few times before falling back down limply.

I could feel myself get so very aroused. I reached down and carefully started playing with myself under the covers. This was one of the hottest things I had experienced. Cooper was in the middle of a sex dream and it was incredibly hot to watch. He just wasn’t aware of anything that was going on.

This went on for quite a while. My own cock got harder and harder and Cooper’s never went down even a little bit. At one point, his left arm moved my way. His elbow ended on my chest, his arm bent so that his hand was against the far end of my neck. It was an incredibly intimate gesture.

I knew I couldn’t move now. If I woke Cooper up, this would all be over.

“Ohh yeah… I like it like that…”

The mumbling sleep-talking caught me off-guard each time, but it was incredibly hot. Often it was over quickly and his snoring would resume. Which was hot as well. Completely out of it, and most definitely not knowing what a show he was giving away.

I was now rock-hard and I really didn’t want to cum, nor did I want to move in any way. So I was basically edging myself as I watched Cooper. The sleep-talking started again with some moaning as his body writhed in the bed.

“Hmmm…. Fuck yeah…”

At this point it wouldn’t have taken much for me to shoot my load. I just held my cock at the base. Cooper was now writhing around in the bed even more. His hand on the back of my neck, his face so close to mine.

“That feels so good…”

I could feel an orgasm coming on and I tried my best to avoid it. I let go of my cock completely. I just couldn’t anticipate what would come next.

“Hmmm… Oh yeah… Fuck me, Luke…”

Luke

Spurt after spurt of cum landed on my stomach, chest, and on Cooper’s arm. It was so hot, yet I was absolutely terrified of him waking up now. I froze in place.

It didn’t take long for Cooper’s sleep-talking to be replaced by snoring again and his body went limp and still. I quickly put my cock back into my underwear. The smell of cum filled the room and I knew I had to do something. As carefully as I could, I reached for a tissue from the nightstand and I started to clean myself as well as Cooper’s arm. The dirty tissue went into the drawer.

Once I realized I was safe, I could relax. I was relieved that this would likely remain one of the horniest things I had ever experienced, as opposed to one of the most mortifying ones.

Magically, after my orgasm, Cooper’s sex dream seemed to have ended. There was no more sleep-talking and I saw how his cock gradually went soft. Eventually he even turned on his side, away from me. I drifted back off to sleep myself.

Cooper

Yet the next morning, I quickly realized that even though I got off, Cooper had not. I felt his head on my shoulder and his arm across my chest before I opened my eyes. His warm, pulsing cock against my thigh, I felt later.

Not knowing what to do, I lied there completely still as I listened to his snoring so close to my ear. Until I felt Cooper starting to hump me. I was quickly reminded of what he’d said in his sleep last night. It was a lot to take in.

Suddenly my phone vibrated. It was enough to wake Cooper up. He lifted his head and our faces were so close together.

“Good morning”, I said.

Cooper looked around, confused as to what was happening and why he was cuddled up to me so close. Suddenly a smile appeared across his face.

“I am sooo sorry.”

His croaky voice made me chuckle.

He lay back on his side of the bed. I noticed he did something under the covers, likely putting his dick back inside of his underwear.

“This is really embarrassing, but… I think I had a sexy dream last night.”

The wheels inside of my mind were turning. What do I say?

“Happens to the best of us”, I said, chuckling.

“I think it was about you”, he then said.

Cooper

He looked at me and I looked at him. I felt like there was real chemistry between us, but I knew it couldn’t be. I laughed.

“Stop!”, I said, pushing his chest.

I tried to pretend like I felt he was joking, but my gesture ended up flirtier than I had wanted.

“No, really!”

We both laughed.

“I’m sorry, it’s inappropriate. I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“It’s fine. I have that effect on people.”

I tried to laugh it off so we wouldn’t need to talk about it anymore, yet everything I said made the sexual tension stronger. Cooper had such a cheeky smile on his face, I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You were really good actually. In my dream.” 

“OK, I get it. Very funny. Come on, let’s get up”, I said.

“Uhm. I need to wait a little longer before I can get up.”

I laughed and shook my head. I got up and threw the pillow at him. 

I brushed my teeth and I realized there was now some flirtatious banter between us. I didn’t really know how to deal with that. Cooper found me in the bathroom, his boner clearly having gone down in the meantime. I had just rinsed my mouth.

“Hey, Luke. Sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine.”

“Let’s pretend it never happened, OK?”

“Sure.”

He squeezed my shoulder. We had eye contact. It felt different. I couldn’t help but cling onto this as if it meant he was into me too. Yet him being with my sister made everything about this wrong. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Today was Christmas Eve. It was a very relaxing day. The entire family watched a Christmas movie together and played a game of cards.

A lot of snow had been coming down the night before. Dad and Cooper decided to clear out the driveway. I could hear them talk and laugh from inside. I wondered how long it had been since I had heard Dad laughing.

It felt like my entire family had fallen in love with Cooper. Including myself. The way I had fallen in love with him wasn’t exactly healthy though. I decided that I would sleep on the air mattress tonight, to avoid any more awkward sleep-encounters. I’m sure Cooper would understand.

After dinner, it was time for everyone to go to the late mass. It was pretty much understood that I wouldn’t go. I had decided I didn’t want to go back to the church that had made me feel so bad about myself for years. And Mom preferred it this way, as it was easier for her to lie about where I was when people asked than for me to be there to tell people the truth.

Cooper

Cooper, however, was shocked when he realized I wasn’t coming. Everyone was dressed up and ready to go and I was on the sofa in sweats when he asked me why I wasn’t coming. I told him the nicest version of my reasons why.

“So the church isn’t gay-friendly?”

“No”, I said.

“And you haven’t picked another church?”

Cooper turned around to face my family. Mom, Dad, Sarah. They all looked great. Ready to keep up appearances for the community. They had not expected this confrontation.

“We’ve just gone without him”, my Mom said. “I don’t think he would want to join us to any church.”

“That sounds like you never asked him”, Cooper said.

After all the work he’d put in to be as embraced by this family as he had been, I was incredibly surprised at this outburst.

“No”, my Mom replied. “But this is the church my parents went to and aligned with the church their parents went to.”

“And family is indeed very important”, Cooper responded incredulously, gesturing to me.

He then turned to Sarah.

“You’ve really had this tradition with your family where you leave someone behind? For a church that is homophobic?”

She clearly didn’t know what to say.

There was silence in the room. I felt my face get red. I had never experienced anyone standing up for me like Cooper was doing now.

“Well, we have to go now”, my Mom said as she put on her scarf and left. My Dad followed suit. I heard the front door open.

“Sarah, honey?”

Sarah looked at Cooper.

“Are you coming or not?”, she asked him.

“I am not going to an anti-gay church.”

Cooper took off his coat.

“We’ll talk about this when I get back”, Sarah said.

She turned and walked out the door.

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