I get tagged in this a lot haha, but usually don’t have anything/don’t feel like sharing. I was most recently tagged by @blissfulalchemist @scarlettkat86 and @scungilliwoman I think.
I’ll just tag some people that might be interested in this also feel free to share some of whatever you’re working on if you want.
@unleashed111 @madsismad @dep-yo-tee @faithchel @tomexraider @vasiktomis @chazz-anova @shallow-gravy
I am working on a smut prompt with Cooper and his uh, “best buddy” @risenlucifer Wes Brooks.
It’s going to get EXTREMELY SPICY but this snippet is pretty sfw.
It was only about 11pm, but deputies Wesley Brooks and Cooper McCoy had decided to call it quits at the Spread Eagle for the night. The Falls End bar was pretty dead, and the deputies both agreed they didn’t want to get smashed with just Mary May, Casey Fixman, and the few other patrons there watching them. So after about three shots of whiskey each, they were taking their two man party elsewhere.
“I think I got a handle o’ tequila somewhere,” Cooper said, gesturing to his small house which was within sight of the bar.
“I’m not drinkin straight tequila, Coop,” Wes replied as he lit a cigarette.
Cooper laughed, “I got mixers n’ all that, but I can grab some beer from Mary May here…..uh I think.” He started to take his wallet out.
“Don’t worry about it, I got plenty at home,” said Wes, “wanna ride back to my place?” He pointed to his motorcycle parked in front of the bar.
“Really?” Cooper said. He had always admired Wes’ motorcycle, but this would be his first time actually riding on it.
Wes smiled at the excitement in Cooper’s voice. “Yeah really.” He stepped off the Spread Eagle porch and grabbed his leather jacket off the motorcycle handlebars. He started to put it on, stopped, slipped it off and held it out to Cooper.
“Here,” he said, “I know how you get cold.”
“Thanks,” Cooper took the jacket hesitantly, “you sure you don’t want it?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Wes said, rolling down the sleeves on his flannel shirt.
Cooper pulled the jacket on. The dark brown leather was soft and well worn. It was pretty snug across his shoulders but otherwise fit alright.
“Looks better on you anyway,” Wes said with an approving look.
Cooper grinned. “Most things do.”
Wes snorted and shook his head. He tossed his unfinished cigarette in the dirt and ground it out with his boot.
“Well, giddy up there, cowboy, times a’ waistin’” he said. Then smacked Cooper hard on his ass before swinging a leg over his motorcycle.
Cooper jumped, startled, and stared at Wes. His friend met his gaze, eyebrows raised, a half smile on his lips. Several questions popped into Cooper’s head, but the glint in Wes’ gold eyes answered all of them. Quickly regaining his composure, Cooper climbed on the back of the motorcycle.
“You uh, do that with everyone you take for a ride?” he asked playfully, securing the string of his hat around his chin so it wouldn’t blow away.
“Nope,” Wes said, “that was just for you.”
The roar of the motorcycle filled the air as Wes started it up. Cooper leaned forward so he could be heard over the sound. “Hey where should I put my hands?”
“Anywhere you want,” Wes shouted over his shoulder, “you’re gonna wanna hold on tight though.”
Cooper settled his hands on Wes’ hips, but the bike lurched as he kicked off, and Cooper instinctively wrapped his arms around Wes’ middle. He couldn’t hear it, but Cooper felt Wes’ chest vibrate with a short laugh as they turned on the road and sped out of Fall’s End.
