Old Dog, New Tricks
2 - Active Imagination
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Part 2 – Active
Imagination
After a few more words between them, Will said something and
pointed towards Coop. Don’s eyes
followed Will’s finger and his face lit up with happy surprise.
face grew wary.
Smiling widely, as if he hadn’t seen that change of
expression, Coop strode forward and clasped Don’s hand.
“Coop!” Don said.
“Did a fugitive run into my office?”
“I was in the neighborhood,” Coop said with a shrug.
true.”
“Rumors?” Don asked uneasily.
Coop was never one for dancing around so he turned to Will
and held out his hand. “You must be Will Stevens, the boyfriend.”
Don’s mouth gaped open and Will’s eyes narrowed.
firmly. “Yep, that’s me.”
“I’d heard Don had moved in with some guy, but wasn’t sure
whether to believe it.”
Don cleared his throat.
“Yep, umm, yeah. This is Will.”
Coop retrieved his hand from Will’s grip.
on Don’s skin, cupping his ass, stroking his cock.
painfully.
Will smiled at him, as if he could read Coop’s mind.
really hope he can’t. He’d likely want
to beat me up.
“I’ll go wait in the break room,” Will said.
my own supper, okay?”
“I shouldn’t be long.”
“That’s what you always say,” Will said wryly and held up
his book.
Will walked away and Coop watched him go.
agent – or a hired killer. It was damn
sexy either way.
Coop turned back to Don, and briefly saw a look of anxious
defiance, before Don’s expression smoothed.
Coop had never known Don to be unsure, about anything.
“He seems nice,” Coop said cheerfully.
Don’s shoulders relaxed.
“’Nice’? I doubt Will is often
called that.”
“Oh really?” Coop said with a grin.
Don snorted a laugh and relaxed the rest of the way.
all the way out to my neighborhood.”
Coop smiled and told him the relatively uninteresting case
that he’d taken to get here. Don looked
surprised, then thoughtful as he also seemed to realize that the case had been
a ploy.
After a moment’s chatting, Coop asked, “Where’s the Little
Boy’s room, again? Drank too much
coffee.”
Don gestured towards the back hallway.
“Be back in a minute,” Coop said and headed that way.
Coop how to walk naturally with a hard-on.
He got to the bathroom, went to the farthest stall and
latched the door. Leaning sideways
against the cool wall, he unzipped his fly.
fly in his underwear, so he had to open up his jeans and shove his underwear
down. He could still feel Will’s grip
and he wrapped that hand around his rigid cock.
His eyes fluttered closed and, stroking himself slowly, he
let the images wash over him.
onto his hips and presses his cock against Don’s tight asshole. Don’s sweet
lips open and panting as Will slams into him.
cock until Don is trembling with pleasure. Will tossing his hair back from his
shoulders and riding Don hard. Will’s
eyes dilating and his teeth capturing his lower lip.
hand. Don’s cum dripping off of Will’s
fingers as Will’s cum drips out of Don’s ass.
Coop groaned and pumped his cum all over the wall of the FBI
bathroom.