by Sean Michael
He got a smile, could hear it in the happy little purr. “Yeah."
He chuckled, happy down to his bones. He let one hand drop slowly down to Mike's cock, tugging it easily.
"Mmm...” Mike moved for him, cock filling more slowly, growing hot and hard in his fingers.
"Gonna fly for me again, Mike?” He pressed his thumb into Mike's slit.
That ass gripped him, Mike's cry low and sweet. “Oh!"
He groaned. Yeah, that was it. So fucking good when they worked together.
Mike turned his head, lips open and swollen, begging a kiss. Purring, he brought their mouths together, tongue sliding along the side of Mike's mouth. Mike hummed, moving a little faster, rocking on his prick. He licked inside Mike's mouth, tongue finding Mike's, tangling together with it. Mike reached up and back, holding onto his neck, arching for him.
"So good, baby. Love you so much.” He pushed up as hard as he could, loving Mike with everything he had.
"Yeah. Yeah, Jess. All yours.” Mike gasped, moaning low. “Yours."
Yeah, that was right. “Mine, baby. Mine.” He punctuated the words with hard thrusts and then ran his teeth over Mike's skin, not enough to mark, just so his baby could feel him there.
"Yeah.” The whisper was sweet, low, the feel of Mike rippling around him as come sprayed over his fingers, just perfect.
He held on as long as he could, loving the sensation of Mike's body milking him, and then he shouted, gave it all up, and filled Mike with his spunk. Mike held him, just kept him close and tight. He petted Mike's belly, shoulders and chest, head resting against Mike's back as he fought to catch his breath.
The storm hit as they came down, the ice and sleet slamming into the windows. He curled up around Mike on the couch, pulling an afghan over them.
"So, baby, you like cooking?"
"Uh-huh.” Mike nodded, eyes drifting closed. “Like lots of things with you."
"Good. Good.” He kissed the soft skin just below Mike's ear. “Don't fall asleep, baby, the food won't take very much longer."
"Mmm ... ‘kay..."
He chuckled, fingers stroking Mike's skin and then pinching Mike's hip.
Mike jerked, frowned, muttered softly. “Ow. Be nice."
His laughter continued, fingers moving up toward Mike's nipples. “Just trying to keep you awake."
Mike burrowed into the cushions, ass wiggling. Jessy rubbed his nose along Mike's neck, fingers pushing, searching out and then pinching Mike's nipple.
"Mean...” Mike drew his arms in, protecting those sensitive, little nubs.
"Am not. You love it.” He found and pinched Mike's other nipple.
Mike snorted, going flat. “Napping."
"No napping. You have to keep an ear out for the timer."
"Napping is healthy.” Little shit. Jessy could hear the laughter.
"That dinner burns and I'm making you eat it regardless.” He pinched Mike's nipple again.
"You're awake. You can hear the timer."
"Brat!"
"Uh-huh."
He laughed and bit Mike's nape. “Just for that I think you should serve dinner naked."
"No way. I would freeze.” Mike wiggled again, playing with him.
"Then behave.” He rolled his groin against Mike's ass.
"I was behaving. I was sleeping.” Mike rubbed back.
"But I told you not to sleep.” It didn't matter that they were talking in circles, what mattered was the way they were making each other feel, the way they were enjoying each other. And he was enjoying Mike very much, cock struggling to get hard again, his baby such an inspiration.
"But we're having a break. You said.” Mike chuckled, stretched beneath him.
"Yes, but I also said no napping.” He nipped at Mike's earlobe. “You can't just pay attention half the time."
"I pay attention all the time, but you're not Coach right now, not the boss."
"Not the boss! I thought I was always the boss."
"Nope. Not the boss. Just Jessy."
"Oh, I'm crushed.” He had to fight his laughter, but he managed it.
"Uh ... Jess? I'm the one on the bottom...” Mike's laughter bubbled out, body shaking with it.
He slapped Mike's ass, his own laughter making his aim sloppy. “Brat!"
"Yours."
He purred, warm all through. “Yeah, baby. Mine."
He might have started something more at that point, but the timer went off in the kitchen. “Sounds like supper is ready."
"Cool.” Mike grinned. “Let's go eat. It smells good."
"It does. I think you did a fabulous job. And now you don't have an excuse to be making chili dogs with Twinkies for dessert.” He followed Mike out after slipping on his jeans and shirt, sat at the counter to let Mike dish up.
"I like chili dogs.” Mike cleaned up, slipped on a sweat suit from the laundry room. “They just sure didn't like me yesterday."
"That'll be because you're eating good food now—your body keeps expecting that."
"But how does that work?” Mike handed him a full plate, then fixed another. “There's meat and tomatoes in chili, meat and tomatoes in this."
"Hamburger meat and hotdogs are not the same as chicken breast to start with. And you had onions all over yours."
"Onions are vegetables.” Mike didn't have as much alfredo, but he took almost all the green beans.
"They're a spice.” He stole a few of Mike's beans.
"Nope. Vegetables.” Mike drank his milk, dug in happily.
He chuckled and had a taste himself. “Oh, this is excellent, baby—you did an awesome job."
He got a pleased, little smile, a nod. “It's good."
"I'm going to look forward to the nights it's your turn to cook now,” he teased.
Mike rolled his eyes. “Right. We should learn to make stew. I like stew. And chicken soup, but only from the can."
"I can teach you how to make stew. Not too many potatoes, though—I don't want it getting too heavy on you."
Mike had to keep his meals fairly light, especially when he was practicing flat-out.
"I like the beans best and the little barleys.” Mike met his eyes. “I'm not going to get fat, Coach. I work out all the time."
He nodded, serious now. “It's got nothing to do with fat, Mike. Some foods make your body sluggish, others, like pizza, don't give you the nutrition you need and are heavy on your stomach. That's why you used to throw up all the time.” Coaching was his arena, he knew what he was doing. “How many times have you thrown up eating the food I make you eat?"
"Not hardly at all, after the first few days.” The fact was, Mike's stomach was just twitchy and handled the steady influx of calories from juices much better than a heavy calorie dump. He couldn't believe the kid used to throw up three and four times a week and thought it was normal. The more frequent meals were doing wonders for Mike's stamina, for helping to deal with the constant little things life threw. “Maybe not at all."
Jessy nodded. “I know a lot of people think I'm a hardass. Hell, I am a hardass. But I take care of you, Mike. That's my job. And I'm damned good at it."
Mike nodded. “It's just weird, Coach. I mean, the guys have beers and pizza and Coach Samuels just chuckles. I do what you say, you know? I just sometimes don't get it."
"Yeah, but none of them are fast like you are, Mike. None of them are going to shine like you are."
"And if they followed your program, would they?"
"They'd do better than they will on the UT team, yeah. But none of them have your natural talent and your love of the water. Let's face it, Mike, I help a little, but you're born to this. It's yours just for the taking."
Mike ate some more, quiet. “Did you know my folks, Coach?"
He nodded. They'd spoken about it briefly before, but it was natural for Mike to come back to it. “A little. I was behind them a few years, but anyone who was swimming when they were has seen them. Your mother...” He shook his head. “I've only
ever seen one person move through the water like she did."
"Yeah?” Mike was basically done, just picking now, playing with the food. “I never saw her race. Who?"
He smiled, reached out to stroke Mike's cheek. “You, baby."
Mike smiled, eyes just gleaming. “Yeah? You think ... You think they'd think I was good? You think they'd be proud?"
"I do, Mike. If they were alive, your father would be coaching you. He'd be an even harder ass than I am. Man didn't have the talent your mother did, but he was disciplined. Damn."
"I don't remember that about him, but he was a coach and traveling. I remember him being upset that Mom started smoking, though. He bought her a car to get her to stop."
Jessy chuckled. “Did it work?” He'd bet no, based on the time he'd been at the same venues they had.
Mike shook his head. “She didn't when he was home, but when he left ... I think she was lonely without him."
"That's a shame. She had you, though.” He bet Mike was a real cute kid.
"Yeah. We had fun. We swam a lot. I look like her. My dad? Way wide and muscle-y. His speed? All strength."
Jessy nodded. He remembered that. “You're stronger than you look though, Mike. You've a share of his strength in you, as well as her innate ability. If they had a breeding program for swimming, they couldn't have made a better choice than the two of them. I'm just lucky to be able to coach you."
"I don't know that Pop would have liked me being gay. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have wanted me to fall in love with my coach.” Mike winked. “Mom? She'd have been cool."
He laughed softly. “I'm glad you fell in love with your coach, baby. I'm glad for that every single day, even though I know it complicates things."
Mike smiled. “Not for me. It's the easiest thing ever."
"I thought swimming was the easiest thing ever,” he teased.
He got a serious look. “No. No, loving you happened without me even knowing I needed it. I learned to need the water."
He was suddenly warm all through. “Come here, baby,” he ordered brusquely, pulling Mike into his arms and holding him close.
Mike cuddled right in, the soft sound purely happy. He purred, burying his face in Mike's neck and breathing the scent in. Mike's fingers stroked his hair, petted, loved him.
"I should do the dishes so we can have cobbler.” His face remained buried in Mike's neck, though. Fuck, he loved this kid. With everything he was.
"Mmm ... Hold me a minute more and we'll do them together."
"That's a deal I can't possibly turn down."
So he just held on, just breathing Mike in, feeling Mike's heart beating against his own chest.
Chapter Six
The house smelled great; turkey and pie and potatoes and green beans and rolls. The food had been yummy, both of them grazing instead of eating one huge meal. The best part was after, though. The two of them curled in comfy clothes under the blanket.
They'd been watching movies, dozing, cuddling. Just being there.
If they could do this in the water? Mike thought that would be absolutely perfect.
Jessy was snoring softly, arm draped around his waist. Sleeping during the scariest part of The Ring. Still, it was warm, close, Jessy's lips on the back of his neck. Sweet.
Jessy shifted, murmuring and stroking his belly. Mike moaned, ass rubbing back a little. Felt good.
Jessy purred, pressing against him. “Oh, baby ... you do make waking up a good thing."
"Mmm ... you're warm.” He brought one of Jessy's hands up, kissed the knuckles.
Jessy turned his hand, fingers sliding along Mike's lips. “You're warm, too. Mmm. And something smells like pie."
"Mmm ... pie.” He nibbled a little. “It smells great in here."
"It does. We did good. Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” Jessy licked his neck. “Oh, now you taste even better than it smells in here."
"You're just not used to me without chlorine.” He smiled, pleased all through, just stupid in love.
Jessy licked again. “No, I don't think that's it."
"No?” He leaned forward, giving Jessy more skin.
Jessy hummed and started nibbling, licking and tasting each shoulder, his shoulder blades, several inches along the line of his spine. “No. It's just you, baby. With or without chlorine."
His blush was going to set him on fire. “Oh. Thank you."
"No, thank you, baby. You've given me a reason to celebrate Thanksgiving."
Mike wasn't sure if that was sad or beautiful. He turned to face Jessy, eyes searching his lover's. “You have to have had other lovers, people who made you feel good."
"No one's ever made me feel like you do, baby. Ever."
"I just love you.” He took a kiss, smiled. “When did you know you wanted me?"
"Almost from the start. You were ... everything I ever wanted in a lover, in a swimmer.” Jessy shrugged, gave him a smile. “If I could have built you from scratch you're what you would have been."
Oh. He buried his face in Jessy's throat, heart pounding. Oh.
Jessy hummed, hands sliding along his back. “That doesn't mean I'm not going to ride your ass again on Monday. Or that you can have chocolate."
"You said I could have chocolate pecan pie on Christmas."
Beside, Jessy was going away for Christmas. He could indulge.
"On Christmas Day. But that's it.” Jessy growled for him.
He chuckled. “You won't even be here. I could have a Dr. Pepper party."
"I thought you were coming home with me?"
"I am?” They'd talked about it, sort of, but he didn't know if he could. What if everybody hated him?
"I'm not leaving you here by yourself for Christmas, baby. If you don't want to come home with me, I'll stay here with you."
"I don't want you to miss your family, Jess.” He lifted his face for a kiss.
Jessy's kiss was soft, full and rich. “Then come with me."
"What if they hate me?"
"They aren't going to hate you, baby."
"You sure?” He hummed, licked and nibbled at Jessy's lips.
"I'm sure.” Jessy's mouth covered his, tongue pushing in as he was rolled onto his back, Jessy lying on him.
Mike just melted, Christmas and pie and everything fading away. Purring, Jessy plundered his mouth, took everything he was and made it Jessy's. His world spun, hips rocking up against Jessy, lips open and eager. Jessy moaned, pushing back, pushing him into the couch.
Mike panted, unable to get a full breath, cock going full as they rubbed. Jessy kept kissing him, kept devouring his mouth, weight solid and heavy on him. Little groans and moans filled the air, warmth becoming heat, heat becoming need.
"So fucking sexy, Mike.” Jessy's arm slid to rest against his throat, blue eyes glittering down at him. “I've been watching you, baby."
"Watching me?” His heart pounded, his eyes trapped by Jessy's.
"I see what you do in the pool when you jack off,” Jessy murmured, arm pressing just a little, not cutting off his breath, but the threat was there. The promise.
His eyes went wide, cheeks flaring, filling with a mixture of worry and need. “I ... I didn't think anyone ... I..."
"I see everything you do, baby.” Jessy brought their lips back together, the touch gentle, almost not there. There was no censure in the blue eyes, only love and heat. “I can give you what you want, baby. What you need.” That arm across his throat pressed a little harder, making him struggle for each breath.
He whimpered, hands trembling as they slid over Jessy's shoulders. God, he was scared, hard. Needing. His heart was racing, eyes wide, so close, just from the threat.
"You like this, baby?” Jessy asked, licking at his lips, hips pushing against his, pushing his ass into the couch.
His lips parted and he found himself nodding, meeting Jessy's eyes. “It's okay?"
"As long as no one gets hurt there isn't anything that isn't okay, baby.” Jessy tightened the press
ure a little, cutting his breath off further.
He arched, body responding, needing this, needing more.
"So sexy,” murmured Jessy, free hand finding his cock, stroking it.
Oh.
Oh-oh-oh.
He grunted, hips bucking, eyes just rolling.
"That's it, baby. Just go with it, feel it."
His eyes rolled, pushing hard against Jessy's hand, balls drawing tight. Fuck. Yes. Yes. Jessy moaned, hand tugging his cock hard, arm pressing harder across his throat, really cutting off his air now. He came hard, entire body bucking, flailing beneath Jessy's weight, world greying out.
When the colors came back again, Jessy was next to him, curled around him. Jessy's long fingers stroked his skin, soft kisses dropping on his face. Mike buried his face in Jessy's throat, feeling so exposed. He'd never told anyone. Never. Never intended to.
"Oh, baby, I love you so much.” Jessy's hands just kept touching, kept holding him.
"Love you.” He held on tight, letting Jessy surround him.
"You better.” Jessy chuckled, hands sweeping over him. “You better."
"You ... you don't think I'm sick?"
Jessy felt his forehead with the back of one hand. “You haven't got a fever, baby.” Mike was given a wink and then Jessy shook his head, blue eyes holding his. “No, baby. I don't think you're sick."
"I never told anybody. Never."
"You didn't have to tell me, baby. I watch you. I know you. And I love you."
He nodded, lifted his face for a kiss, moaning low when he got it. Love. Jessy's hands held his face, licking at his mouth, tasting him thoroughly. Yes. Moaning, purring, he opened, offered Jessy anything, everything.
"You're mine, baby,” Jessy murmured, rubbing against him, cock hard, leaking. His Jessy wanted him.
"Yours. All of me. Yours."
"That's right, baby. Mine. All of you. All of it. All of it.” Jessy kissed him hard. “Everything."
Mike spread, legs wrapping around Jessy's hips. “Yes."
"Need you, baby. So badly."
"Yours. Take me.” He felt like he was flying, soaring.
Jessy reached up for the lube, slicking his fingers and pushing them in deep.