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Old Dog, New Tricks	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 8 � Gambling

Coop�s plan to never move again was thwarted by Don and
Will, but not unpleasantly.� Together
they cleaned off his back, rolled him over, then cleaned off the mess Coop had
made on the bed and his stomach.� They
dragged him to lay straight on the bed, maneuvered him under the covers, and
propped him up with some pillows.� Coop
smiled as they moved him around, and lazily stroked whatever part of whichever
man was within reach.� Will tossed the TV
remote on the bed and crawled under the covers with him.� Don cuddled up against his other side.�

�How you doin�?� Don asked, nuzzling his neck.

�Mmm,� Coop mumbled as Will kissed his left shoulder.�

�I think that was a good �mmm,�� Will said.

�Mm-hmm,� Coop agreed.

�No regrets?� Don asked cautiously.

�Ask me again in the morning when I�m too sore to walk,�
Coop said wryly.� He wasn�t yet ready to
admit how much he�d enjoyed it.� It
didn�t beat doing the actual fucking, but it had felt tons better than he
expected.

�If I had my way,� Don said, interspersing his words with
little nips to Coop�s neck. �You�d be walking bow-legged every day.� You felt incredible.�

Coop smiled, inordinately pleased.

�Hey,� Will said, lobbing the remote over to Don�s side of
the bed.� �Find something on TV.�

Sitting up, Don picked up the remote and turned on the huge
plasma screen.� He began flipping
channels.� Coop looked at Will
thoughtfully, aware that Will had distracted Don from telling Coop how much
he�d enjoyed opening his virgin ass.�
Will gave Coop an innocent look.

�Oh, cool!� Don said, leaning forward. ��It�s a show about that famous Larry Bird and
Magic Johnson game.� Michigan State
versus Indiana State in the NCAA Final, 1979.�

�A sports rerun?� Coop laughed.� �What�s the point?�

�The point?�� Don
gasped.� �It only set off the rivalry
that basically made the NBA.�� He started
talking about the historical significance of the game and Coop let his words
wash over him, just like the old days.

�He does love his sports,� Coop said out of the side of his
mouth to Will.� �Could talk about them
for hours on stakeouts.�

�Speaking of talking,� Will said quietly, his lips brushing
Coop�s cheek. �Don never told me what a sexy voice you have.� I�ll have to get you to talk dirty to me.�

Coop smiled.� He was
used to people liking his voice, though he didn�t really get why.� �You mean tell you how I�m going to pull your
hair while I fuck your sweet ass?�

�Yeah,� Will said in approval, biting Coop�s earlobe.� �But better be ready to back it up with
action.�

Coop chuckled.� �Give
me a little time.�

�However,� Will murmured.�
�I know you want Don first.� He�s
one of the best fucks I�ve ever had, and believe me, that�s saying something.�

Coop stared at the television for a moment, wondering about
the history of this man lying naked next to him, his dark hair tickling Coop�s
shoulder.� He must be a truly
extraordinary person to make roving Don Eppes settle down.� Don was still talking, something about the
Boston Celtics.

�It�s okay if you fuck him,� Will said, his voice still
pitched just for Coop�s nearby ear. ��I�m
trying the whole �if you love someone let them go� thing.�

Coop turned his head to look at him, then whispered, �You�re
testing him?�

Will pressed his lips into a thin line.

�Damn,� Coop said.�
�If he figures it out, he�s gonna be pissed that you didn�t trust him.�

�I trust him,� Will protested quietly.

Coop eyed him, wondering anew about his history.� What would cause a man to gamble like this
with a relationship that he�d said he�d been waiting his whole life for?

�What are you guys plotting over there?�� Don asked.

�Your overthrow, of course,� Will said in a cheerful voice,
though his eyes on Coop were still serious.

�Or at least throw-over,� Coop said, giving Will a small, �I
won�t tell him� nod then turning towards Don.�
�As in, throwing you over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking
you.�

Don laughed with delight.�
�Looking forward to it.� Think you
might be able to get it up again before next week?�

�I�m not old yet,� Coop said, elbowing Don.� �Just, umm, give me a few minutes.�

Don chuckled.� �More
than a few.� But that�s cool, I�m not in
any hurry.� Nice room you�ve got here.�

�Yeah,� Will agreed.�
�Glad you invited us here.�

�Just don�t run up the room service bill or buy a bunch of
porn,� Coop said with a smile.

�Why buy porn?� Don asked, reaching over Coop and running
his fingers through Will�s hair.� �We�ve
got our own right here.�

�True,� Coop grinned.

Will kissed Don�s fingers then said, �Oh, before we get too
settled.�� He climbed out of bed.� �Roll over, Billy, so I can check you out.�

Coop�s eyebrows shot up.�

�Will used to be an EMT,� Don explained.� �He wants to make sure you�re okay.�

�Oh,� Coop said, a little embarrassed, and rolled over onto
his stomach.

Will deftly checked his ass.�
It hurt, but not too bad.�

�Looks fine,� Will said.�
�Good job, babe.�

�I had good coaching,� Don said with a smile at Will.

�Stay put,� Will said and moved away from the bed.� Coop watched Will walk across the floor,
admiring his muscular physique, his smooth, lightly golden skin.� He really was delicious from head to
toe.� Definitely
deserving of more tasting �

Will got a washcloth and put some ice cubes in it.� Coop eyed him uncertainly.

�It�ll numb the area,� Will said. �You must be sore.�

�A little,� Coop said, hating to admit to any injury or
pain.� He put his face in the pillow.

Will came back to the bed and gently placed the washcloth.� Coop jumped and it slid off, spilling the ice
cubes.� Will grabbed the ice cubes and
put them back into the washcloth.

�Stop squirming,� Don laughed.� He pressed his knee into Coop�s back, holding
him down.

This time Will was able to keep the ice in place and a
blissful numbing sensation spread into Coop�s asshole.� He hadn�t realized how sore he was.

Will held it there for a few minutes, while they listened to
the TV talk about some other basketball players that Coop didn�t
recognize.� Finally, Will removed it and
Coop sighed with relief.�

�What a wimp,� Don teased, moving his knee off of Coop�s
back.

Coop grumbled and turned back over.� He settled back into his pillows and Don was
quickly back against his right side.�
Will disposed of the wet washcloth and returned to the bed.� He curled up against Coop�s left side and
draped his arm over Coop�s chest.

Taking a deep breath, Coop relaxed.� In this room, with the two warm bodies
against him, his own body thoroughly sated � He had to admit that this was a
pretty damn close approximation of heaven.�
He never cuddled after sex � you didn�t cuddle a hooker or a one night
stand or a blow boy.� Now he put one arm
around Don�s shoulders and his other hand on Will�s arm.� He placed a kiss on the top of Don�s head and
on Will�s forehead, then fell to sleep to the soundtrack of basketball and three
beating hearts.
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