Free Champion (Studs in Spurs) by Cat Johnson Page B

since he’d started winning and making good money. The thought of pounding into Darla unprotected had him reaching down to adjust the length that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable inside his jeans. It felt like he’d have the impression of the teeth of his zipper permanently embedded in his dick if he didn’t get out of the torturous pants soon.
    “Shit.” Cooper mumbled the curse but Glen let out a laugh.
    “Yeah, I know. Me too.” Glen stood and started to unbuckle his pants. He glanced at Cooper. “What? Why the fuck should we be uncomfortable? I’m assuming we’ll be taking them off soon enough once Darla gets here.”
    Soon was different than now, but he really was starting to be in pain. Fuck it. He stood too and worked on his buckle. The situation couldn’t get much more surreal than it already was. He might as well be comfortable for it.
    Stripped of his boots and pants, Glen sat again, now in nothing but his T-shirt, boxer shorts and socks. Eyes on the television, Glen sped through the channels with the remote.
    He landed on one of the movie channels Glen insisted they subscribe to. It was playing a pretty racy flick tonight. Glen tossed the remote onto the table. He reached for his glass with one hand and his cock with the other.
    Cooper couldn’t be sure if his friend was aware he was stroking himself through his underwear or not. Truth was, it was something he really didn’t want to think about. But damn, the girl on the screen was doing some nice things to the guy’s cock. Nice enough Cooper found himself itching to reach for his own.
    He downed the last of the bourbon in two big swallows while watching the actress deep throat the guy’s dick and thinking about what Darla would hopefully be swallowing shortly.
    Staunchly keeping his eyes on the screen, Coop refused to look but still couldn’t help seeing in his peripheral vision as Glen pushed the waistband of his underwear down and pulled his dick out.
    Fuck it. Glen was right. They’d both be naked soon enough, pounding into one end or another of Darla. They’d be coming in front of each other then. Cooper denying himself this small relief now seemed stupid. He reached beneath his own underwear and grabbed his length, but the tight cotton of the boxer briefs was too restricting. He needed more room so he pushed the waistband down and let his cock spring free.
    He heard Glen’s intake of breath and thought the man had better pace himself. It would be a shame to come now and not be able to get it up again when Darla arrived. After all, they’d drunk a lot tonight, so that was a definite possibility.
    Easing up on his own stroke, Cooper glanced at Glen, keeping his eyes to the man’s face and nowhere lower. He cocked a brow at the intensity he found there. “Take it easy there, man. Don’t want to shoot your load too soon or you’ll be useless by the time she gets here.”
    Glen’s gaze met Cooper’s, just as Glen reached out, fisted Cooper’s T-shirt and crashed his mouth against Cooper’s.
    The shock had Cooper frozen in place. At least that’s what he told himself later when he realized he wasn’t doing anything to stop it as Glen shoved his tongue into his mouth.
    It was like it all happened in slow motion so that every one of his senses could register the event in vivid detail. The taste of the bourbon on both of their tongues. The way the room seemed to sway, from the drink and the pounding of his pulse. The roughness of Glen’s stubble scraping the skin around Cooper’s lips raw. Glen’s hand landing on Cooper’s cock.
    That’s what broke him out of his shock and had him shoving Glen away with both hands.
    The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than a second or two, but much like in bull riding, those few seconds seemed like an eternity. Just pushing him away didn’t seem enough to undo the horror and anger roiling inside Cooper. Anger at himself for not reacting sooner. At Glen for trying something so fucked up