-Cooper-

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window. As I listened to it fall, I tried to memorize the feeling of Oliver in my arms and his warm body pressed against mine. 

Yesterday had been perfect. Oliver got along with my family and I could tell they really liked him. We stayed until late in the evening, eating cookies and playing a card game, and when we got back to my house we made out and gave each other blow jobs before falling asleep. I wished I could have more days like that. I wished Oliver could stay.

Oliver stirred and pushed his nose into my neck. "Is that rain?"

"It is. And I know it's your last day and you probably don't want to hear this, but it's raining too hard to do much outside. If it clears up we can head over to Ruby Beach again, but until then we'll have to find something else to do."

"A day in bed with you sounds perfect," he murmured, nuzzling my neck.

It did sound perfect. I knew it was selfish, but part of me was glad it was raining and we had to stay inside. I wanted Oliver all to myself before I had to drive him to the airport tomorrow morning. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, hear his laugh, and look into his beautiful eyes. 

I pulled his body on top of mine and kissed him, and when he tried to deepen the kiss, I resisted. "Slow," I murmured. "We've got all day."

Instead of pressing my face against his, I kept my distance so our lips were barely touching. When I kissed his bottom lip and he opened his mouth, I gently met his tongue with my own. We kissed with open mouths, our tongues sliding against each other in a slow, sensual dance.

Oliver moaned and I felt him hardening against me. Our hips began to move together and I fought to draw out the moment, as if I could slow down time and prevent tomorrow from arriving.

"You're killing me," Oliver whined. "This is so good, but I need more."

I slid his pants down and lifted my hips to pull my own off. I groaned as soon as we were skin on skin, grinding on each other and pressing our bodies together as tightly as we could. His moans were driving me crazy and I wanted to hear more. I flipped him over so he was on his back. Now I could enjoy the view of his perfect body - tight pecs and ridges of abs and obliques leading down to narrow hips and muscular legs.

I ran my hands up his abs and all over his chest, lightly rubbing his skin and occasionally grazing a nipple. His chest heaved as he panted, and he moaned loudly as I put my head between his legs and took him into my mouth. I kept running my hands over his torso as I sucked him and he writhed under me. I wanted to finish him off, but Oliver had other ideas.

"Not yet," he insisted, sounding like it took all of his willpower to tell me to stop. 

He pulled me up his body to kiss me, and then we rolled around my bed, hands caressing skin and kisses trailing down necks and chests. I could have done this forever. I was falling even harder for Oliver, for this sweet, affectionate man that was like a ray of sunshine to be around. He felt familiar, like I'd known him my whole life. He already felt like home.

Oliver pushed me onto my back and raked his fingers down my chest. "Fuck, Cooper, your body is insane. I'm so attracted to you."

My heart sped up and I wanted to laugh and cry all at once. A man with a perfect body thought my body was insane. I couldn't believe how lucky I was, and I felt like I must be dreaming. It got even better when Oliver licked up my stomach and chest before moving down in between my legs, kissing the crease where my inner thigh met my body.

I laughed at the sensation. "Sorry I'm so hairy."

"You're hairy in all the right places and I love it." He punctuated that statement by taking me deep into his mouth, and I almost bucked us off the bed.

"How are you this perfect?" I groaned, reaching down and pushing my fingers gently into his hair. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I was afraid that if I closed them, Oliver would disappear.

-

After what seemed like hours later, Oliver rolled off me and laid next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath as we listened to the rain outside.

"To be completely honest, I'm glad it's raining," I said.

"Me too."

I felt Oliver reach for me, his fingers sliding through mine so we were holding hands. I turned my head toward him and saw he was already looking at me with a soft smile on his face. 

"It's never been this good with anyone else. I don't understand how it can be this good when I've only known you for two weeks," he said.

I knew it could be this good because Oliver was absolutely incredible and the man I'd always wanted. But I needed to lighten the mood or else I was going to say something too intense and scare him away. 

"Maybe you just needed to top a lumberjack to know it could be this good."

Oliver's laugh rang out. "Maybe. You're the sexiest lumberjack I've ever seen."

I leaned over him and kissed him deeply. There were so many things I wanted to say, but for now, I had to keep those things to myself. 

-Oliver-

In the afternoon the rain finally cleared up. It wasn't sunny, but I didn't care. I wanted to be outside one more time before I had to leave, so we headed over to Ruby Beach since it was a short drive from Cooper's house.

Cooper and I walked along the beach, watching the waves roll in and crash against the sea stacks. The sun was trying to break through the clouds, but it didn't look like it was going to be successful.

"What are you going to do after you drop me off at the airport?" I asked Cooper.

"Probably go for a hike and have Sunday dinner with my family. Then on Monday I'm back to logging with my dad and Rhett."

"It's nice that you're so close with your family. I can't imagine working with one of my parents, but if you like yours it probably makes work better."

"Exactly. It doesn't feel like work when I'm with my dad, or with Rhett." He glanced over at me. "What are you going to be doing? How much stuff do you have to pack up from Brad's place?"

"Not a ton, luckily. All the furniture is his, so I'm going to have to start over once I find another place to live. But that'll most likely be with roommates, so I won't have to buy everything."

Cooper shook his head. "I'm sorry he was such a dick to you."

"Yeah, I can see how much of a dick he was now that I'm looking back," I admitted. "But you were pretty harsh on Brad whenever we talked about my relationship with him. Did you say all that stuff because it was that obvious he was terrible, or because you wanted me?" I teased.

I could see Cooper trying to fight a smile. "I'd be crazy not to want you. But if I'd met you and Brad hadn't been a colossal dick, I wouldn't have entertained the thought. I'm not the type to go after guys in relationships. Love means something to me, and I'm faithful to my partners and expect the same from them. It was different with you because Brad didn't value your love. He didn't respect you. And I hated seeing a guy as sweet and generous as you be mistreated. So yeah, I hoped I'd be able to show you how you deserve to be treated, but even if you hadn't been interested in me I'd still consider it a success that you and Brad broke up. You deserved better."

Smiling, I reached over and took Cooper's hand. "You're a total catch. I don't know how you're still single."

"Months spent at sea? Living in a tiny town in a rural area? Only wearing flannel and coming home dirty after working with trees all day?"

I laughed. "Okay, all of that's true, but still. It'd be worth putting up with it for your good qualities."

Cooper wiggled his eyebrows. "And what are my good qualities?"

"Funny, friendly, generous, smart, hard-working, hot as hell, great ass," I rattled off. "Want me to keep going?"

"As much as my ego would love that, no," Cooper replied, blushing. "Those are enough compliments to last me a year."

"So, now that we've established you're awesome, what are you looking for in a guy?"

He shrugged. "Someone who will stick around and put up with me. I can't be too choosy all the way out here, with maybe three gay guys on the entire peninsula."

"But if you could be choosy, what's your ideal guy?"

Cooper looked down at the rocks on the beach as he spoke. "Someone kind and affectionate. A man who's supportive and will give me a back rub when I get home if I had a tiring day at work. Someone who will be waiting at the dock when my ship comes in after all those months at sea. Someone who gets along with my family and likes to spend time with them, and doesn't mind doing all the mundane stuff with me like getting groceries and cleaning up the yard after a storm. A guy who will hike and explore with me and enjoy it just as much as I do. A partner and a best friend that I can go through life with as a team."

I squeezed Cooper's hand. "You deserve all of that. I think that's what everyone wants, deep down. Of course appearance and attraction and sex matter too, but not as much as what you just said."

He squeezed my hand back. "I'm glad you get it. What's your ideal guy?"

"A lot of what you said. When I work as a nurse sometimes I spend long hours on my feet, so having a guy at home to give me a foot rub would be awesome. Just having someone there, who is happy to see me, is basically all I need. And it'd be nice to be part of a family since I'm not close with my parents and don't have any siblings. It doesn't even matter if it's just a family of two. Beyond that, someone who makes me laugh and wants to do things with me, like this trip."

"Well, given all your good qualities, any guy would be lucky to be with you and have the opportunity to do all of those things for you."

"Do I get a list of my good qualities now?" I asked, grinning at him.

Cooper stopped walking and turned to me, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. "You're sweet, kind, generous, super smart with an important job, fantastic in bed, cheerful, and have a perfect body and a cute face. So cute it's unfair, especially with that dimple."

I wrapped my arms around the back of Cooper's neck and kissed him as the waves crashed onto the beach. It was a moment I wished would never end, and it killed me that I had to fly back to California tomorrow.

-

For the rest of the evening, Cooper and I were rarely apart. I kept my hand on his leg as we drove home, and when we made dinner together hundreds of small touches passed between us. His hands on my hips as he moved by me in the kitchen, my fingers brushing his as we passed each other ingredients, our shoulders pressed together as we stood at the counter and prepped the food. It was like we couldn't stop touching each other. It was our last night together, and we both knew it, but neither of us wanted to say it.

In bed, I held on tight to Cooper and wished morning would never come. It felt like I already had a home and a life here with him. But that was crazy. I'd only known Cooper for two weeks.

Two weeks wasn't enough time to fall in love.