Fic: Twilight Hours (DMOC, Josh/Cooper, NC17)
Bellsverse porn. Partly because I promised, and partly so Josh would stop looking at me like that.
Title: Twilight Hours
Pairing: Josh/Cooper
Rating: not for kids
Summary: Um...sappy porn? Set the day after Bells Will Be Ringing, aka that DMOC fic I am kind of obsessed with right now.
He's not sure how long he's been awake, just lying next to Cooper and watching him sleep. He'd probably feel a little creepy about it if he wasn't leaving in the morning, but he has to go back to Boston tomorrow and he doesn't want to waste a second of their time together. So even if it means staying up all night just to watch Cooper breathe, at least he'll be able to remember this when he's back in his apartment alone.
He knows it's not forever. Cooper already asked him to move in, and in a few months he'll be done with his internship and moving to Buffalo. He's been telling himself that over and over again since Cooper brought it up, but he's still having a little trouble believing it. Like he's going to wake up any minute now and find out this has all been one long, crazy dream, and he's pretty sure he couldn't live through that. So it's easier not to fall asleep at all, and if it means he gets to look at Cooper…well, he can think of worse ways to pass the time.
Cooper's lying on his stomach, arm tucked under his pillow and the sheet riding low on his back. His shoulders rise with each breath, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks and every once in awhile he lets out this little sigh that makes Josh's chest tighten. Because he's heard it before, back when they were sharing a room but they were pretending they didn't feel anything for each other. And they've wasted so much time that it doesn't seem fair to have to leave again, but Josh knows he has to.
As soon as he thinks it Cooper's eyelids flutter, then he's blinking sleepily back at Josh. "Hey."
"Hey," Josh answers, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from Cooper's forehead.
"What time is it?"
And he doesn't want to take his eyes off Cooper even for a second, but he glances over at the clock anyway. "4:30."
Cooper sighs again and Josh knows what it means this time, because he's been thinking exactly the same thing all night.
"You sure you have to go back?"
"I wish I didn't," Josh says, and he smiles again because in the dark, Cooper almost sounds like that kid he went to college with. And he's changed a lot since those days, but when he's half-asleep and pouting it's easy to imagine they're back in their dorm room.
Cooper doesn't answer, but the sheets rustle as he slides closer, kicking the sheet even further down his hips as he slides one bare thigh over Josh's legs and presses their lips together. His hands are on Josh's chest, tracing patterns against warm skin and Josh groans and threads his fingers in Cooper's hair. And it's only the second night he's spent in Cooper's bed, so it doesn't seem fair that he has to leave so soon. But no matter how hard he tries to pretend, they're not undergrads anymore, and they've both got responsibilities.
Still, that doesn't make it any easier to leave this - to leave Cooper - and go back to his life, his lonely apartment and Cabrini House and a dissertation that he's never going to finish if he doesn't manage to find a way to stop thinking about Cooper. Only he's not sure how he's supposed to do that now, when he knows what's waiting for him here in Buffalo.
"I love you," he murmurs against Cooper's mouth, knows Cooper doesn't hear him but says it again anyway. He's waited five years to say it and now that he can he wants to say it over and over until Cooper gets tired of hearing it. He wants to say it enough to make sure Cooper believes him, so he won't start doubting what they're doing as soon as Josh is back in Boston.
Cooper pulls back to look at him, eyes sort of glazed and lips red and Josh's heart skips another beat. "As soon as I can I'll come to Boston," he says, hands still resting against Josh's chest and pushing him backwards onto the mattress. Then Josh is on his back and Cooper's straddling his thighs, leaning forward to press his lips against Josh's neck, then his collarbone. "God, Josh. I don't want you to go."
Josh opens his mouth to say that he doesn’t really want to go either, but all that comes out is a low moan as a hand closes around his cock. He arches up into Cooper's grip, fighting to keep his eyes open because he wants to see Cooper, wants to watch him watching Josh so he can remember that, too. If all he's going to have for the next few months is memories to jerk off to, he wants them to be as vivid as possible. Because Cooper says he's going to visit, sure, but Josh knows how busy he is and he can't expect Cooper to drop everything just because Josh is stuck in Boston.
Cooper's mouth is on his stomach now, hand still working Josh's cock and he moans again and bucks up into Cooper's grip. "W-when?"
"When what?" Cooper asks, looking up and Josh is instantly sorry for interrupting him. But he still wants to know, because even if it doesn't happen he wants something to look forward to for awhile.
"When...God…when are you coming to Boston?"
Cooper grins at him and lets go of Josh's cock, leaning up to plant his hands on either side of Josh's shoulders. "Why? Are you going to miss me?"
"I love you, Coop," Josh says, out loud this time and he slides a hand around the back of Cooper's neck to pull him closer. "Of course I'll miss you. I always miss you."
And he knows he sounds like a sap, but he doesn't care, because it's true. When Cooper leans in to kiss him Josh is pretty sure he doesn't really mind either; at least he's not laughing, and that's good enough for Josh. Cooper's kissing him slow, like maybe he's trying to commit some of this to memory too, and that makes Josh feel a little better. Because he still has to leave tomorrow, but at least he knows Cooper's going to miss him when he does.
His hands slide down Cooper's back, tugging him closer until Cooper stretches out flush against him. Josh groans and hooks one leg around Cooper's, thrusting up against him and making this noise in the back of his throat and he doesn't even care how desperate he sounds. Five years of waiting around for Cooper to call merits a little desperation, he's pretty sure, and even if it doesn't, he's pretty sure Cooper won't mind.
Cooper stretches against him and Josh's hands press against his back, tracing the flex of taut muscles as he reaches over Josh's head for something. A few seconds later Cooper relaxes again, hips lifting up and he laughs against Josh's mouth when Josh tries to drag him back down. He straddles Josh's thighs and holds up a condom, eyes glued to Josh as he tears the package open. Josh's cock twitches in anticipation, because Cooper's only fucked him twice so far, but that's enough to tell him he'll never get enough.
He wants to pull his knees up and apart, to tell Cooper to get on with it already, but his legs are trapped between Cooper's knees and he knows Cooper's going to make him wait. Then Cooper leans forward and slides the condom down Josh's cock, his other hand wrapping around Josh to slide slick fingers up and down. And this…isn't what he was expecting, but when Cooper pushes up onto his knees and then slides onto Josh's cock he decides he really doesn't care.
His hands come up to grip Cooper's hips, lips parted and he moans every time Cooper sinks down into his lap. Presses his hips up to meet each stroke, fingers tightening reflexively against pale skin and he wonders if there will be marks later. Part of him hopes there will be; he likes the idea of leaving something behind, some physical evidence to remind Cooper of this moment. He likes the idea of Cooper thinking about him every time he sees the marks, just like Josh is going to think of Cooper…well, pretty much every minute of the day.
He leans up to drag Cooper in for a kiss, angling his hips a little more to keep the rhythm going. Cooper moans against his mouth, breathing hard against him and chanting 'Josh' over and over like he can't get enough. Like he really thought this would never happen, and Josh's throat tightens at that because he knows exactly how close they got to letting that come true.
And he's going to send Pickle a fruit basket or something, because he's heard the story of Pickle's wedding by now and he knows if it wasn't for Pickle, Cooper wouldn't have been there. He wouldn't have showed up and Josh never would have had the chance to…well, not confess everything, because he chickened out that weekend, but at least they talked a little. It was a start, and without it Cooper never would have called Josh or come all the way to Boston to see him.
But he doesn't like to think about that, not when Cooper's fingers are digging hard into his shoulders and he's still chanting Josh's name, faster and faster until finally Josh reaches between them to wrap his fingers around Cooper's cock. And he doesn't want this to end, but he can feel how close Cooper is and more than anything he wants to watch Cooper's face when he comes. Wants to know that he made it happen, that he can push Cooper until he loses control.
His hand's still moving on Cooper's cock and he's watching, eyes wide open and taking in every ragged breath and every shudder as his cock hits that spot inside Cooper that pushes him even closer to the edge. He can feel Cooper getting closer, hears himself murmur soft words of encouragement until finally, way too soon Cooper clenches his jaw and comes.
It's not the first time Josh has watched him come. The first time was last night, when he jerked Cooper off for the first time. And it's definitely not the first time he's listened; he heard Cooper plenty of times in college, when they were both pretending they were something they're not. He wanted to watch back then - gets the feeling that Cooper wanted him to watch too - but he was never that brave, and he can't say he's sorry. In fact, he really likes that the first time he watched Cooper come it was all for him.
Finally Cooper slides off him and Josh reaches for his own cock, fumbling with the condom until he manages to get it off and drop it in the trash can next to Cooper's bed. He lets Cooper pull him into a breathless kiss, fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking fast and a few seconds later he's coming in Cooper's hand. It's messy and hot and he doesn't mind when Cooper pulls his hand away and pulls Josh close, because they don't have much time left and if Cooper wants to spend it making out, Josh is more than okay with that.
"Are you sure you have to go back tomorrow?" Cooper murmurs, the words hot against his skin and Josh's laugh catches in his throat.
"I have to be back at work Monday morning."
His college roommate would have argued with him about living for the moment, about not letting boring responsibilities rule his life. He would have told Josh to live a little, that he could call in sick from Buffalo just as easily as he could call in from home. But this Cooper is a businessman, and he understands responsibility. He knows all about meeting deadlines and showing up when you say you will and even if he doesn't like it, he knows Josh has to go. Neither of them have to like it, though, and when Cooper grumbles a petulant 'fine' against Josh's neck, Josh laughs and presses an affectionate kiss against his forehead.
"You know, you never answered my question."
"What question?" Cooper asks, voice drifting already and Josh should have known Cooper's the type to fall asleep directly after sex.
"About when you're coming to Boston."
"Mmm," Cooper murmurs, snuggling a little further into the heat of Josh's body. "I have client meetings all next weekend, but I think I can get away the weekend after that."
Two weeks. That's barely any time at all; two weeks will go by in no time, especially if Josh spends them cramming as much work in as possible so he can clear his calendar for the entire time Cooper's in town. And it means trading weekends with someone, because he's pretty sure he's supposed to work two weekends from now, but he'll do whatever he has to. If it means he gets to see Cooper again in just fourteen days, he'll do anything.
~
Unrelated to the above, I realize I am kind of way behind on comments right now. It's not that I am super busy, it's just that my head is in kind of a weird place at the moment. You know when you make a major life change and you start to feel like you are leaving behind people and patterns that used to fit, but suddenly don't anymore? Or maybe they are leaving you behind and you can't figure out how to stop it? Well anyway, it's like that. I will probably snap out of it sometime in April. I'll try to catch up with comments before then, though.
PS: I am currently two weeks behind on Heroes, so please don't spoil me, dear friends list, or I am likely to cry.
Title: Twilight Hours
Pairing: Josh/Cooper
Rating: not for kids
Summary: Um...sappy porn? Set the day after Bells Will Be Ringing, aka that DMOC fic I am kind of obsessed with right now.
He's not sure how long he's been awake, just lying next to Cooper and watching him sleep. He'd probably feel a little creepy about it if he wasn't leaving in the morning, but he has to go back to Boston tomorrow and he doesn't want to waste a second of their time together. So even if it means staying up all night just to watch Cooper breathe, at least he'll be able to remember this when he's back in his apartment alone.
He knows it's not forever. Cooper already asked him to move in, and in a few months he'll be done with his internship and moving to Buffalo. He's been telling himself that over and over again since Cooper brought it up, but he's still having a little trouble believing it. Like he's going to wake up any minute now and find out this has all been one long, crazy dream, and he's pretty sure he couldn't live through that. So it's easier not to fall asleep at all, and if it means he gets to look at Cooper…well, he can think of worse ways to pass the time.
Cooper's lying on his stomach, arm tucked under his pillow and the sheet riding low on his back. His shoulders rise with each breath, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks and every once in awhile he lets out this little sigh that makes Josh's chest tighten. Because he's heard it before, back when they were sharing a room but they were pretending they didn't feel anything for each other. And they've wasted so much time that it doesn't seem fair to have to leave again, but Josh knows he has to.
As soon as he thinks it Cooper's eyelids flutter, then he's blinking sleepily back at Josh. "Hey."
"Hey," Josh answers, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from Cooper's forehead.
"What time is it?"
And he doesn't want to take his eyes off Cooper even for a second, but he glances over at the clock anyway. "4:30."
Cooper sighs again and Josh knows what it means this time, because he's been thinking exactly the same thing all night.
"You sure you have to go back?"
"I wish I didn't," Josh says, and he smiles again because in the dark, Cooper almost sounds like that kid he went to college with. And he's changed a lot since those days, but when he's half-asleep and pouting it's easy to imagine they're back in their dorm room.
Cooper doesn't answer, but the sheets rustle as he slides closer, kicking the sheet even further down his hips as he slides one bare thigh over Josh's legs and presses their lips together. His hands are on Josh's chest, tracing patterns against warm skin and Josh groans and threads his fingers in Cooper's hair. And it's only the second night he's spent in Cooper's bed, so it doesn't seem fair that he has to leave so soon. But no matter how hard he tries to pretend, they're not undergrads anymore, and they've both got responsibilities.
Still, that doesn't make it any easier to leave this - to leave Cooper - and go back to his life, his lonely apartment and Cabrini House and a dissertation that he's never going to finish if he doesn't manage to find a way to stop thinking about Cooper. Only he's not sure how he's supposed to do that now, when he knows what's waiting for him here in Buffalo.
"I love you," he murmurs against Cooper's mouth, knows Cooper doesn't hear him but says it again anyway. He's waited five years to say it and now that he can he wants to say it over and over until Cooper gets tired of hearing it. He wants to say it enough to make sure Cooper believes him, so he won't start doubting what they're doing as soon as Josh is back in Boston.
Cooper pulls back to look at him, eyes sort of glazed and lips red and Josh's heart skips another beat. "As soon as I can I'll come to Boston," he says, hands still resting against Josh's chest and pushing him backwards onto the mattress. Then Josh is on his back and Cooper's straddling his thighs, leaning forward to press his lips against Josh's neck, then his collarbone. "God, Josh. I don't want you to go."
Josh opens his mouth to say that he doesn’t really want to go either, but all that comes out is a low moan as a hand closes around his cock. He arches up into Cooper's grip, fighting to keep his eyes open because he wants to see Cooper, wants to watch him watching Josh so he can remember that, too. If all he's going to have for the next few months is memories to jerk off to, he wants them to be as vivid as possible. Because Cooper says he's going to visit, sure, but Josh knows how busy he is and he can't expect Cooper to drop everything just because Josh is stuck in Boston.
Cooper's mouth is on his stomach now, hand still working Josh's cock and he moans again and bucks up into Cooper's grip. "W-when?"
"When what?" Cooper asks, looking up and Josh is instantly sorry for interrupting him. But he still wants to know, because even if it doesn't happen he wants something to look forward to for awhile.
"When...God…when are you coming to Boston?"
Cooper grins at him and lets go of Josh's cock, leaning up to plant his hands on either side of Josh's shoulders. "Why? Are you going to miss me?"
"I love you, Coop," Josh says, out loud this time and he slides a hand around the back of Cooper's neck to pull him closer. "Of course I'll miss you. I always miss you."
And he knows he sounds like a sap, but he doesn't care, because it's true. When Cooper leans in to kiss him Josh is pretty sure he doesn't really mind either; at least he's not laughing, and that's good enough for Josh. Cooper's kissing him slow, like maybe he's trying to commit some of this to memory too, and that makes Josh feel a little better. Because he still has to leave tomorrow, but at least he knows Cooper's going to miss him when he does.
His hands slide down Cooper's back, tugging him closer until Cooper stretches out flush against him. Josh groans and hooks one leg around Cooper's, thrusting up against him and making this noise in the back of his throat and he doesn't even care how desperate he sounds. Five years of waiting around for Cooper to call merits a little desperation, he's pretty sure, and even if it doesn't, he's pretty sure Cooper won't mind.
Cooper stretches against him and Josh's hands press against his back, tracing the flex of taut muscles as he reaches over Josh's head for something. A few seconds later Cooper relaxes again, hips lifting up and he laughs against Josh's mouth when Josh tries to drag him back down. He straddles Josh's thighs and holds up a condom, eyes glued to Josh as he tears the package open. Josh's cock twitches in anticipation, because Cooper's only fucked him twice so far, but that's enough to tell him he'll never get enough.
He wants to pull his knees up and apart, to tell Cooper to get on with it already, but his legs are trapped between Cooper's knees and he knows Cooper's going to make him wait. Then Cooper leans forward and slides the condom down Josh's cock, his other hand wrapping around Josh to slide slick fingers up and down. And this…isn't what he was expecting, but when Cooper pushes up onto his knees and then slides onto Josh's cock he decides he really doesn't care.
His hands come up to grip Cooper's hips, lips parted and he moans every time Cooper sinks down into his lap. Presses his hips up to meet each stroke, fingers tightening reflexively against pale skin and he wonders if there will be marks later. Part of him hopes there will be; he likes the idea of leaving something behind, some physical evidence to remind Cooper of this moment. He likes the idea of Cooper thinking about him every time he sees the marks, just like Josh is going to think of Cooper…well, pretty much every minute of the day.
He leans up to drag Cooper in for a kiss, angling his hips a little more to keep the rhythm going. Cooper moans against his mouth, breathing hard against him and chanting 'Josh' over and over like he can't get enough. Like he really thought this would never happen, and Josh's throat tightens at that because he knows exactly how close they got to letting that come true.
And he's going to send Pickle a fruit basket or something, because he's heard the story of Pickle's wedding by now and he knows if it wasn't for Pickle, Cooper wouldn't have been there. He wouldn't have showed up and Josh never would have had the chance to…well, not confess everything, because he chickened out that weekend, but at least they talked a little. It was a start, and without it Cooper never would have called Josh or come all the way to Boston to see him.
But he doesn't like to think about that, not when Cooper's fingers are digging hard into his shoulders and he's still chanting Josh's name, faster and faster until finally Josh reaches between them to wrap his fingers around Cooper's cock. And he doesn't want this to end, but he can feel how close Cooper is and more than anything he wants to watch Cooper's face when he comes. Wants to know that he made it happen, that he can push Cooper until he loses control.
His hand's still moving on Cooper's cock and he's watching, eyes wide open and taking in every ragged breath and every shudder as his cock hits that spot inside Cooper that pushes him even closer to the edge. He can feel Cooper getting closer, hears himself murmur soft words of encouragement until finally, way too soon Cooper clenches his jaw and comes.
It's not the first time Josh has watched him come. The first time was last night, when he jerked Cooper off for the first time. And it's definitely not the first time he's listened; he heard Cooper plenty of times in college, when they were both pretending they were something they're not. He wanted to watch back then - gets the feeling that Cooper wanted him to watch too - but he was never that brave, and he can't say he's sorry. In fact, he really likes that the first time he watched Cooper come it was all for him.
Finally Cooper slides off him and Josh reaches for his own cock, fumbling with the condom until he manages to get it off and drop it in the trash can next to Cooper's bed. He lets Cooper pull him into a breathless kiss, fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking fast and a few seconds later he's coming in Cooper's hand. It's messy and hot and he doesn't mind when Cooper pulls his hand away and pulls Josh close, because they don't have much time left and if Cooper wants to spend it making out, Josh is more than okay with that.
"Are you sure you have to go back tomorrow?" Cooper murmurs, the words hot against his skin and Josh's laugh catches in his throat.
"I have to be back at work Monday morning."
His college roommate would have argued with him about living for the moment, about not letting boring responsibilities rule his life. He would have told Josh to live a little, that he could call in sick from Buffalo just as easily as he could call in from home. But this Cooper is a businessman, and he understands responsibility. He knows all about meeting deadlines and showing up when you say you will and even if he doesn't like it, he knows Josh has to go. Neither of them have to like it, though, and when Cooper grumbles a petulant 'fine' against Josh's neck, Josh laughs and presses an affectionate kiss against his forehead.
"You know, you never answered my question."
"What question?" Cooper asks, voice drifting already and Josh should have known Cooper's the type to fall asleep directly after sex.
"About when you're coming to Boston."
"Mmm," Cooper murmurs, snuggling a little further into the heat of Josh's body. "I have client meetings all next weekend, but I think I can get away the weekend after that."
Two weeks. That's barely any time at all; two weeks will go by in no time, especially if Josh spends them cramming as much work in as possible so he can clear his calendar for the entire time Cooper's in town. And it means trading weekends with someone, because he's pretty sure he's supposed to work two weekends from now, but he'll do whatever he has to. If it means he gets to see Cooper again in just fourteen days, he'll do anything.
~
Unrelated to the above, I realize I am kind of way behind on comments right now. It's not that I am super busy, it's just that my head is in kind of a weird place at the moment. You know when you make a major life change and you start to feel like you are leaving behind people and patterns that used to fit, but suddenly don't anymore? Or maybe they are leaving you behind and you can't figure out how to stop it? Well anyway, it's like that. I will probably snap out of it sometime in April. I'll try to catch up with comments before then, though.
PS: I am currently two weeks behind on Heroes, so please don't spoil me, dear friends list, or I am likely to cry.