Tease

Cooper cooks breakfast wearing his boxers, hissing occasionally as the fat spits onto his naked chest. Sitting in the living room watching idly, Nathan wonders if Cooper’s risking permanent scarring just to give him an eyeful.

Once done, Cooper takes two plates of food over and they sit on opposite ends of the couch, engaging in idle chat as they eat. Until that is, Cooper gestures at Nathan’s t-shirt, his mouth half full of food. “What’s with the clothes? Scared I’ll assault you or something?”

Nathan almost chokes on his breakfast. “Didn’t really think about it.”

Cooper smirks, amusedly. “Been wearing next to nothing past few days, now you’re getting shy on me?”

Putting down the plate of food, Nathan whips his shirt off and throws it half way across the room. “Happy?”

“Almost.” Cooper glances at Nathan’s boxers.

“Pervert.” Nathan grins, returning to his food.

“See what you do to me?” Cooper smiles back. “If last night wasn’t bad enough, now you’re giving me a striptease over breakfast.”

Nathan puts his food down once again and grabs a pillow from the couch, throwing it directly at Cooper’s head, laughing as it hits it’s target.

Surprised, Cooper quickly dumps his own plate on the coffee table and grabs the fallen pillow. “Oh, that was a mistake. You have no idea how big a mistake you just made.”

Nathan leaps off the couch and dodges Cooper’s swing, expertly ducking and out manoeuvring his uncle until Cooper seemingly gives up. “Tired, old man?” He teases, closing the gap between them.

Cooper raises his hands in mock surrender and drops the pillow. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?”

Nathan closes the gap between them, until they’re practically pressing against each other. “I believe it was ‘old man’.”

Cooper can feel himself getting out of control again and quickly tries to focus on doing the right thing. He pulls away from Nathan and goes to grab his plate, taking it into the kitchen and dumping it in the sink.

“What?” Nathan asks, confused by Cooper’s sudden change of heart.

“Just don’t think we should be doing that.” Cooper explains, not looking him in the eye.

“So it was okay to jerk me off last night and make comments this morning, but if I try anything, we have to stop?” Nathan asks, a little irritated. “What the fuck, Cooper? I thought you wanted…”

“Nathan, you’re seventeen years old. You’re my nephew.” Cooper shifts his gaze and looks at the ceiling. “I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand.”

Nathan isn’t going to take that for an answer, so he quickly storms into the kitchen and pins Cooper up against the cupboard, pressing his hips into the older man’s to show off his newfound erection. “Things are already out of hand. So lets just enjoy them, okay?”

Will power drained; Cooper can’t help his own cock stirring at the presence of the teenager practically throwing himself at him. “You have no idea what you’re doing…” Cooper begins; his fight dissolving with every second Nathan is rubbing up against him. “Jesus, Nathan, are you trying to make me come in my shorts?”

Nathan smirks and replaces his hips with his hand, cupping the tent in Cooper’s boxers. “How about I let you come somewhere else?”

Cooper goes to make a comment about Nathan being too young to talk like that, but under the circumstances, it hardly seems appropriate. That and it’s hard to form words when your dick is currently being released from your boxers and guided into a mouth that should not be as good at this as it is. “Fuck!” Cooper moans, his hands tightening on the sideboard. It’s a painful struggle not to wrap his hands in the hair of the eager teenager and drive his cock deep down into the boy’s throat, but somehow Cooper restrains himself. He does, however, reach out and run his hand through Nathan’s hair affectionately, groaning as Nathan takes another inch deeper into his mouth. It’s too much for the older man to take, the hot, wet tongue is pushing him over the edge and before he can warn him, Cooper is coming down Nathan’s throat, unintentionally tightening his grip in the boy’s hair.

Nathan lets out his own moan; jerking off as he swallows everything Cooper gives him. He lets Cooper pull away and looks up at him, nervously waiting to see if it was okay.

“Get up here.” Cooper instructs, pushing his nephew against the counter and hastily replacing Nathan’s hand with his own. He expertly runs his thumb over the tip and down the shaft of Nathan’s rock hard cock, smirking as Nathan lets out something resembling a desperate cry of pleasure. “You shouldn’t have started this, Nate. I don’t know if I can stop.”

“No complaints here.” Nathan replies, struggling to keep his voice from failing as his body trembles at it’s impending orgasm.

Cooper doesn’t say a word, just sinks to his knees and with one quick movement, swallows every inch of Nathan’s desperate hard on, letting the pre-cum coated length slide down his throat.

Nathan lets out a string of cries, moans and curses as his cock explodes with his release, shooting into Cooper’s waiting mouth. He’s never felt an orgasm like it.

Cooper returns to his feet, already the guilt settling in. He cups Nathan’s chin and gently forces the boy to look at him, a seriousness crossing his face for a brief moment. “Nobody can ever know about this, okay?”

Nathan rolls his eyes at the obviousness of the statement, only to have Cooper swat the back of his head in retaliation. “Alright, it’s our dirty little secret!”

“Gonna take a shower and then you can amuse me all day.” Cooper tells him, pulling up his boxers and heading over to the bathroom. “Why don’t you introduce me to that brother of yours. Is he as handsome as you?”

“He wishes!” Nathan retorts, amused by Cooper’s question. Before he can stop himself, he’s imagining a threesome. He clears his throat to try and look as if he’s not picturing his brother naked and impaled on his cock. “I’ll call and see what he’s up to.”

Cooper grins and disappears into the bathroom, leaving Nathan with one hell of a visual. He’s starting to think that having Cooper around is a going to make life a lot more interesting.

End.