Personal Best 3

by Sean Michael

  He got them inside before tugging Mike in to kiss him, sliding his mouth over the pool-cooled lips. Mike responded eagerly, arms wrapping around him and dragging him close. He spread Mike’s lips, slipping his tongue between them to plunge into the hot mouth. His hands slid down Mike’s back, warming his skin all the way down, and then pushing the cold, wet swimsuit from Mike’s hips. Mike stepped out of the suit, and pressed close, cock hard, body shivering.

  “One of us is wearing too many clothes.” Although there was something to be said for being fully dressed while Mike was buck naked. Something sexy. He started walking backward, bringing Mike with him.

  “That would be you.” Mike tugged at his shirt, laughing softly.

  “Very observant, baby.” Grinning, he kept them moving until they were in the bedroom, the covers turned down on the bed.

  “Focused.” Mike’s grin was wicked as hell.

  “Oh ho! I think I like that.”

  “Yeah?” Mike worked his T-shirt off, jeans open.

  “Oh, yeah.” It was good, having Mike so hungry and being able to do something about it.

  He brought their mouths back together, tongue pushing in. His baby gave it up, so easy, loving on him, tongue sliding and stroking against his. He wiggled, stepping out of his jeans as they kept kissing. Mike’s skin was still cooler, but warming quickly against his.

  “Mmm. Jessy. Taste good, huh?”

  “Yeah, you do, baby.” He grinned, dragging Mike over to the bed.

  Mike’s ass bounced, and his baby stretched out, cock bobbing.

  “Mmm, just look at you.” He slid his hands down his own body, wrapping his fingers around his prick as he watched Mike.

  “Rather touch you.” Mike arched a little, cock thumping madly.

  “Yeah? So you’d be disappointed if I found something to tie your hands to the headboard with?”

  “You….” Mike’s cock bounced, slapped that flat belly.

  He grinned, opened the side table, pulled out the only tie they had in the place, and pooled it on Mike’s chest. “Me what?”

  “You are. I mean. Uh. Wait. What?”

  He loved it when Mike got incoherent. “I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard now, baby.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Mike’s hands were shaking, offered right up to him.

  He kneeled on the bed, took Mike’s hands, and wrapped the tie around them. Then he pushed Mike’s hands up and looped the free end around the headboard before tying it off.

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Jessy. Are you sure?”

  “Baby, I wouldn’t do it if I wasn’t sure.” He tugged a little, making sure the knot was tight, and then he bent, tracing Mike’s lips with his tongue. “I know what you need.”

  Mike fed him a sound that was almost a sob, sounded a lot like “thank God.”

  He let the kiss go on for a while, but then pulled back. They both needed this so badly. He went to the side table again and pulled out the plug. Mike’s eyes were just burning, staring at him. Begging him.

  He lubed up his fingers. “Spread for me, baby.” Mike’s long, muscled thighs spread like butter for a hot knife. “Yeah, just like that.” Holding Mike’s eyes, he touched the skin behind Mike’s balls.

  “What are you going to do?” Mike rolled his hips, moving against Jessy’s fingers.

  “I’m going to make you fly, baby.” He slid his fingers over the wrinkled flesh that surrounded Mike’s hole. Hot, soft, it felt so good against his fingertips. “You don’t need to worry about the details, just ride the sensations. I’ve got you.” As he said the last words, he pushed a single finger into Mike’s body, the tight hole stretching to let him in.

  That earned him a long, soft moan, Mike’s hands twisting in the bonds.

  His prick throbbed, his balls drawing up against his body. “So beautiful, baby. You make me ache.”

  He settled comfortably between Mike’s legs, fingerfucking his baby with just the one finger, knowing it felt good, but wasn’t enough for Mike. He was going to take his time, though. He was going to make it last as long as he could. Mike rocked and moved, riding his touch, eyes closed and lips open. The lean muscles flexed and twisted. Jessy groaned, totally turned on by the sight. He nudged Mike’s opening with a second finger but didn’t push it in alongside the first. Not yet.

  “Jessy.” Mike wiggled, trying to get more.

  “Yeah, baby. I know exactly what you want.” He stroked the wrinkled flesh. “I know exactly what you need.” He pushed his finger in beside the first.

  “Always. Always have.” Mike’s cock bobbed, stomach tight.

  “Yeah.” He pushed his fingers in and out of Mike’s ass. He spread them, stretching Mike wide. He twisted them as he pushed in, searching for and finding that little bump of flesh that would drive Mike crazy.

  When he found it, Mike groaned and bucked, a sharp cry just ringing out.

  “Mmm, right there, baby.” He worked the spot, loving every sound and movement he coaxed out of Mike.

  “Uh. Uh-huh. Again. More.” Demanding boy. God, he loved the brat.

  Bending, he mouthed the skin around Mike’s prick. It was strange to have hair there. He’d have to do something about that. Just as soon as Mike said the magic words and rescinded his retirement. Jessy hit Mike’s gland again, lips closing over the wiry curls and tugging on them.

  “Jessy!” Mike’s legs drew up, wrapped around him, and dragged him closer.

  He chuckled, his prick hitting his hand, pushing his fingers in deeper. “Pushy, baby.”

  “Just need you. So bad.”

  “I know, baby.” He tugged Mike’s hairs again and then bypassed the hard, needy cock, nibbling on Mike’s abs.

  “Getting all soft, being able to eat what I want.” Right. Soft. Mike was losing weight, eating like an idiot.

  “You’ll have to go back on my diet when you start training again.” He grinned up at Mike.

  “Retired.”

  Uh-huh. Not his baby. “Sure you are.” He bit down on one of Mike’s nipples.

  “I… I am.” Mike moaned, whimpering.

  “I don’t believe you.” He moved over and bit the other one. “Not now that I’m better.”

  “You have to. I said it.”

  “You were stressed out—your coach had just been hit by a car. No one will be surprised when you announce your comeback.” He pushed his fingers in deep, hitting Mike’s gland again.

  “I can’t. I can’t let them hurt you. God, Coach. Jessy. Jessy, I need to.”

  He stopped moving, stopped everything, and looked up into Mike’s eyes. “Oh, no, baby. Worrying is my job, remember? There will be security and a bodyguard, and no one will touch one hair on your head. Or mine. It’ll be different when you go back. You’ll see.”

  Mike wanted to believe him. He knew it. Mike needed to believe in this.

  “I always know, remember? I’m Coach.” He looked Mike in the eye, and then, having said his piece, he pushed a third finger in with the first two, fingers fucking that sweet, tight heat.

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes, please.” Mike started moving, rocking, humping his fingers.

  “Pretty, baby.” Groaning, he worked some lube onto the plug with his free hand. Then he leaned down and took the head of Mike’s prick into his mouth, sucking hard as he replaced his fingers with the plug, slowly, surely pushing it in.

  “Jessy. Jessy.” Oh, somebody fucking loved that, loved being full.

  Jessy pulled the plug partway out and then pushed it back in again, moving slowly, timing each thrust with his sucking around Mike’s cock. Mike babbled, moving on the sheets like he was swimming. He pointed his tongue, pushing the tip into Mike’s slit.

  “Please.” He knew what Mike needed. He knew. Mike needed to come back to the living.

  He pulled off Mike’s cock, looking up into his baby’s face, still fucking Mike with the plug, the heavy base pushing in over and over. “I know what you need, baby. Say it.”

  “You. Need you to
help me.”

  That would do. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

  He leaned down again and wrapped his lips around Mike’s cock, taking it in as far as he could and sucking strongly. Mike bucked up, fucking himself on the plug now, almost screaming with it. He reached with his free hand, sliding it up Mike’s chest, stopping only long enough to tweak one nipple. Then he found Mike’s throat, fingers pressing against it. Just enough for Mike to feel.

  Mike’s motions slowed, those eyes going wide. He sucked Mike’s prick just as hard as he could, hand lying across Mike’s throat now.

  “Yes. Yes, please. Jessy.” Mike went tight as a board, throat pushing up against his touch.

  Yeah, he knew what Mike needed. In bed and out of it. He was Mike’s partner, Mike’s coach. Mike’s. He pressed harder against Mike’s throat and began slamming the plug into Mike’s ass. The cries got quieter, even as they got more desperate.

  He finally slid off Mike’s prick, teeth scraping the entire way. “Come, Mike.”

  Heat sprayed over his fingers, splashing across Mike’s belly and hitting his chin.

  “That’s my baby.”

  He let the plug seat itself in Mike’s ass, and he began to clean the smooth skin, licking the come from Mike’s abs. Mike moaned for him, just relaxing, enjoying.

  “Mmm, now I get to take my time.” He glanced up at Mike and smiled before going back to licking and cleaning. He was going to taste every part of Mike.

  “Whatever. Whatever you want.”

  “I want it all.” He wrapped his tongue around one nipple, tugging on it. Then he kissed his way over to the other one. This time he bit, letting Mike feel his teeth.

  “All. All of. Oh. Fuck, yes.”

  He nosed his way up to Mike’s pit, licking and tugging at the hair, pulling hard enough to make Mike jerk and gasp. Then he moved up, mouth on the solid arm muscles that were straining against their bindings.

  “You… you’re dangerous when I have hair.”

  “Just another reason to get back into racing shape.” He winked at Mike, though he was deadly serious.

  Sliding his tongue up along Mike’s arm, he nipped at the tender flesh along the inside of Mike’s wrist.

  “Everything is just raw, huh? Weird. Everything but this.”

  “This is necessary, baby. It’s like breathing.” So was swimming to Mike. It was why he was so good. It was why he couldn’t just retire.

  “Yeah. Yeah, Jessy. Better than breathing.”

  Chuckling, he brought their mouths together, taking a nice, long kiss. Mike was relaxing for him, was responding and coming back. It was all going to be okay; he knew it. He stayed there for a long, long time, kissing Mike, laughing and nibbling and just loving on his baby.

  “It’s good.” Mike was holding on to his hip, leg draped around him.

  “It’s fucking awesome.” He met Mike’s eyes, sliding his fingers down over the fine skin.

  “Mmmhmm.” Mike smiled at him, like the sun was fucking coming out.

  Then he twisted Mike’s nipple. Hard.

  “Fuck!” Mike jerked, tugging at the bonds, almost dumping him off the bed.

  He chuckled, pinching the same nipple again and then walking his fingertips over to the other one, waiting until he had Mike’s complete and absolute undivided attention before twisting it.

  “Stings. Stings, Jessy. Fuck.”

  “I could stop,” he teased, feathering his fingertip across the hard little nub of flesh.

  “No. Please.” No, Mike needed this.

  Now.

  Needed him.

  “I’m not going to stop, baby. Not ever.” That was a promise, a vow.

  He ran his fingers down Mike’s body again, fingernails dragging as he went. He didn’t break the skin, but he’d bet the sensation was shooting straight to Mike’s balls. Mike’s body was working the plug, balls drawn up tight, cock filling again.

  “You want me to fuck you.” It wasn’t a question. “You want me to pull the plug out and fuck you as hard as I can. Until you scream.”

  “Yes. I need you.” Mike nodded, held his eyes.

  “I know you do. Because you’re in my blood, Mike. You’re mine.” He worked the plug out slowly, letting Mike feel it.

  “Yes. Yes, fuck. So good.”

  “Can’t wait to be inside you, baby. To feel you so hot and tight around my cock.” He settled between Mike’s legs, hips rocking slightly, bumping his cock against Mike’s hole over and over.

  “Fuck me.” Mike stretched, trying to reach him, trying to get him in.

  “All night long, baby.” He pushed in, one long stroke, Mike’s body closing around him, feeling so fucking good.

  “Yeah.” Mike’s long legs wrapped around him, tugging him in, body rippling and working around him.

  Groaning, he leaned in to take a kiss, propping himself up on one arm, his other hand sliding, pinching and twisting and pushing against Mike’s skin. Mike fucked his lips, needing him like no one else did. Ever.

  He eased into Mike’s body, pushing their pleasure higher.

  “Untie me. Let me touch you.”

  “After, baby.” Right now, Mike needed to be driven over the edge again, have all that restless energy focused.

  “I….” Mike moaned, heels digging into his legs.

  “You feel. Just feel, Mike.” He bit at Mike’s lower lip, his hips pushing harder, really thudding into Mike’s body.

  “Feel.” Mike’s skin slapped against his, sharp, loud, hard.

  “That’s right, baby. It’s like the wall, only with sex.” He pinched Mike’s nipple and then pushed his hand between them, wrapping it around the long cock.

  “Al-always about the water.”

  “No, baby, it’s always about you. And you’re about the water.” He stroked Mike roughly, hand and hips working together, pushing Mike hard.

  “I. I. Coach….” He grinned wildly, nodded. Yes. Yes, baby.

  Jessy drove in harder, rubbing his thumb across the tip of Mike’s cock as it flew by. Spunk sprayed over his thumb, over his palm, Mike giving it up to him.

  He shouted out “Yes!” as Mike’s ass went tight around his cock, squeezing him, milking the pleasure right out of him. Mike nodded, watched him as he came.

  “Oh, baby.” Panting, shuddering, he rode through his orgasm and the aftershocks, and then he collapsed down hard. He reached up, fumbling with the tie.

  As soon as Mike got free, he was grabbed, held tight.

  “Mmm, I’m right here, baby. With you. Like always.” He stroked gently now, soothing and loving softly.

  “Yeah. I worried, Jessy. I was scared.”

  “I know, baby, but that’s over. In the past. Let it go.” Mike just needed to let it go and come back to what he knew, what he was made for.

  “Is that an order, Coach?”

  “It is.”

  Mike took a deep breath, sighed, and melted under him. “’Kay.”

  “Yeah, just like that, baby.” Christ, about fucking time. “Just like that.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  COACH GAVE him another solid week before the nagging started.

  “Wanna do some laps, Mike?”

  “How about some juice, Mike?”

  “That shit’s bad for you, baby.”

  It was aggravating.

  Familiar and weirdly comforting, but aggravating.

  He was sitting in a chair, looking at the ocean, trying not to think, when Jessy came along, limp barely noticeable. “Hey, baby, gonna come help me with my therapy?”

  “You know it.” He smiled up. Jessy’s leg wasn’t strong enough to swim in the Gulf. Well, that and it was cold.

  “Come on then. Maybe you’ll do some laps after you help me.”

  He grinned; stubborn old man. “Maybe.”

  They got changed and into the warm pool, the water delicious in contrast to the air.

  “What first?”

  “The hard stuff.” Jess li
ked to hit things head-on.

  “Warm-ups, Coach.” He held on to the wall, waiting for Jess to start kicking.

  Jessy sighed. “And you call me a hardass.”

  “Yep.” He put his head down, body moving instinctively, these movements more familiar than breathing.

  Jessy followed suit; he could feel that sweet body in the water, familiar and right. They moved and kicked, pushing, exercising. For all his grousing, Jessy worked hard every day, pushing himself, focusing on getting better.

  They moved into doing laps, Mike pacing Jessy for a while, before his body took over and he started moving. He lapped Jessy every now and then before Jessy hauled himself up out of the pool to sit and watch. He just moved and moved, heart pounding, the rhythm of his strokes hypnotizing.

  Mike almost missed it when his music came on.

  His strokes lengthened, sped, the bass beat echoing through the water. He went three or four laps before he stopped, lifting his head. “That’s cheating.”

  “I’m just listening to some music, baby.”

  He shook his head. “You don’t fool me.”

  Jessy shrugged, grinned. “You’re liking it, though, aren’t you, Mike? The way the music moves through you, the way it sounds as you slide through the water like you were born to.”

  “I’m not going back on the diet.” He pushed off the wall, eyes closed, swimming, reaching for the wall.

  He could feel Jessy’s eyes on him, feel the push, the support. He did lap after lap, muscles burning, just flying. He would have kept going and going, but the music stopped, Jessy’s familiar shadow at the edge of the pool.

  He stopped, looked up, panting hard. “Yeah?”

  “Time to come out, baby. You can get back in this afternoon after some food and rest.”

  He reached up, let Jess help him up and out, actually getting the towel around him before he glared at Jess. “You’re cheating.”

  “What?”

  He looked at Jessy, shook his head. “Still not going back on the diet.”

  Jessy slid his fingers along Mike’s belly. “Caffeine’s no good for your stomach, Mike.”

  “I only throw up every so of—” His eyes closed, the touch sweet.

  “Once is too often, baby.” Jess moved closer, breath ghosting over his face.