tight across his impressive package. Luke wanted it so very badly. How could he have ever thought he didn't want that? He sat, propping himself on his arms, and looked up at Cooper.
Cooper's eyes were dark in the low light, and he was staring down at Luke. Finally he reached a hand out, slid it tentatively over Luke's chin, and then grabbed his face, bending down to kiss him hard. Luke responded desperately, kissing Cooper in what he hoped was an acceptable way. It felt good, so he must have been doing something right. Cooper's lips were so very soft, and the feel of them against Luke's sent shivers of excitement and pleasure all the way down his body.
He fell backwards onto the bed and Cooper slid on top of him, his hips grinding into Luke's. "Oh," Luke whispered again, between frantic kisses, "yes, Cooper ... Please, touch me, please, I can't stand it."
"Luke ..." Cooper's hands brushed down Luke's body, over the curve of his waist and to the front of his pants. Luke's body was thrumming, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans, desperate to be touched. Oh god, he wanted it so badly. Cooper's hands slid lower, trailing slowly, teasingly, under the waistline of his jeans. Closer, closer, slower, and slower. Then, suddenly, his hands stopped moving altogether and then began to retreat. "Luke," he whispered, "I ... I can't."
Luke was frozen, his body still tight, expectant. Needing . "Can't? Can't, what do you mean you can't?"
"I ..." Cooper's eyes were closed, his face turned away from Luke. He slid off of him and rolled to the other side of the bed. Luke looked after him, his body still thrumming with lust, frozen in place. Cooper brought his arms up over his face and let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay ..." Luke felt like he was in shock. His body hadn't realised yet that he wasn't still about to have sex. He forced the feelings down and slid up next to Cooper. "What's up?"
Cooper dropped his arms and narrowed his eyes at Luke. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice sharp.
Luke said nothing. Wasn't it obvious?
"I mean," Cooper gave a frustrated sigh and turned back to look up at the ceiling. "Like, do you actually want me, or are you just trying to get back at your aunts, or what?"
Luke almost choked in indignation. He felt suddenly, violently, irrationally angry. "Are you serious?" He wanted to hit Cooper. "What the fuck do you care? You're the one that wanted to fuck me in the first place, and you didn't even care if I wanted you, and now you care if I actually want you for the right reasons ? What's your problem?"
"Luke, I just ..."
"No, you ..." Luke broke off, repressing all the horrible things he wanted to say. He flopped back down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, all desire gone from his body. "You're just like them, aren't you? You just want to control me, you don't care about me."
"I do care about you, that's the point!"
"Uh-huh."
"No, I do. Luke." Cooper sat up and leaned closer to Luke. Luke tried to shift away, annoyance still coursing through him. "Luke, I ... remember when I said that I didn't really just want you for sex? That I wanted company?"
"Yeah," said Luke. "So, what, you don't really want me at all?"
"No, I do. But I can't. Especially not like this."
Luke shook his head and turned away from Cooper. He was right, of course. It didn't feel right, having sex with him just to get back at his aunts, or as Cooper's reward for forcing Luke to come out. But he still wanted Cooper, and he couldn't bring himself to care that it wasn't in the right circumstances. "Why do you have to be a good person like that?" he asked dully.
Cooper shifted, and Luke could feel something dark behind his voice as he spoke. "It's not like I want to be," he said. "All I want to be is some asshole who doesn't care about anyone else."
"Why would you want that?" asked Luke. He remembered that they'd had this conversation before, and Cooper had shrugged him off. He turned to look at