Old Dog, New Tricks

(This is a prequel to the main story. This short piece is a way back fic, from when Don was in FR. The main story is current day.)

Look, Don’t Touch—

Good, Coop
thought. Don was now totally involved in
the woman he was fucking, so Coop could do his favorite thing and watch.

Coop dug one hand into the hair of the woman he was fucking
and matched Don’s rhythm. Coop’s other
hand moved down the woman’s body, doing things that elicited high-pitched moans
from her. He automatically kept her
happy and satisfied, his technique honed through a great deal of practice.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was good enough now to give a woman the
fucking of her life, leaving her weak-kneed and begging for more, all while his
attention was actually on the delicious man on the other bed.

Don had never asked Coop why he always fucked doggy-style,
why he always positioned the woman so that she was facing Don.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Likely that Don didn’t even notice, his focus
entirely on the woman beneath him. That
was one of the things that so turned Coop on – Don’s focus and intensity.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Coop would leave his woman physically
satisfied, but Don would leave her in love and desperate.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Good thing they usually moved on so
quickly. Don wasn’t cruel, not at all, he
just didn’t know how to do anything by half-measures.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> For the average woman, that was so unusual
they thought it must be love.

Coop watched the muscles bunching in Don’s ass, the beads of
sweat rolling into the small of his back.
His hair had grown long, started to curl.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Coop wanted to run his fingers through those
sweaty curls, suck on the back of that arching neck.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Don was in the perfect position, braced over
the woman, his ass completely exposed to Coop’s greedy eyes.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He could even catch glimpses of Don’s tight,
virgin asshole and he groaned with desire.

In contrast to Coop, Don liked to fuck in many different
positions – but they all involved Don in control.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That wasn’t a surprise.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Don was always reaching for control.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He would make a great lead agent some day,
but as a junior agent, it could be annoying.
Coop regularly had to slap him down, remind him of the order of things.

The natural order of
things? From the first week of
working with Don, Coop had wanted him.
He’d never told anyone in the FBI that he liked men as well as
women. He’d always kept that part of himself
separate, satisfying the occasional urge away from his job.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> There had definitely been attractive men in
the FBI that he’d wanted, but only in a casual way, not in the cock-twitching,
ball-aching way that he wanted Don Eppes.
But Don was as straight as they got, a man who loved women and was loved
by them, so Coop continued to hide his sexual tastes.

Most of the time, Coop kept his desire locked up, safely
away from the daily grind of fugitive recovery.
Most of the time, Don was just his partner - a smart-ass, intense,
unrelenting partner. The best partner Coop had ever had.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was only moments like these, celebrating
after a successful snag, that Coop’s lust blazed to life.

Don moaned, his breathing coming faster.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He sped up, bucking into the woman beneath
him. Coop slowed down his own movements,
rubbing his woman’s clit to keep her satisfied. If only I could also see his
face. As if hearing Coop’s silent
plea, Don turned his head, his eyes squeezed tightly closed, his sensual mouth
open and panting. Coop’s heart pounded
harder, his own breaths speeding up as Don neared his orgasm.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Choking out a wordless cry, Don emptied himself inside the
woman. She also cried out, her body
flailing with her own orgasm. Coop
grunted with annoyance as she muffled the delicious sounds spilling from Don’s
lips. Coop watched until Don’s thrusts
turned wobbly and he collapsed against the woman.

Don’s orgasm still ringing in his ears, Coop sped up his own
thrusts and shortly felt his orgasm rise.
The woman below him moaned encouragement as he moved both of his hands
to grip her hips then drove harder into her.
Coop closed his eyes, riding her towards climax.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She orgasmed, the walls of her pussy spasming
around Coop’s cock. Coop pretended it
was Don’s hot ass, spasming as Don pumped his cum over Coop’s fingers, and Coop
exploded inside him.