Personal Best: Going for the Gold

by Sean Michael

  "Oh...” Mike's hand slid in his a second, squeezed.

  He grinned. “Come on, baby. I need you."

  Mike was bouncy, eager, feeling good and healthy beside him. It hadn't taken long for Mike's body to respond to the diet, the exercise, the solid sleep. Even the caffeine bitchiness hadn't lasted long.

  It felt good, to be back into the rhythm of coach/swimmer again. And once they started playing, they'd get the other back, too. Not that they weren't making love, doing it as often as possible, but they hadn't played hard at all yet and it was there, waiting for them.

  It didn't take long before they were pushing into their small apartment, getting out of the cold. He couldn't believe people lived in this cold on purpose.

  "You want something to drink, Jess?” Mike stripped down to jeans and T-shirt.

  "Yeah, some water. You should have some, too. And we'll eat later. After. Order a pizza or something."

  He took off his outdoor clothes and made sure the door was locked and then went to pull out the lube, the plug, the clamps and the collar. They wouldn't necessarily use them all tonight, but it turned them both on, having them visible. There.

  Mike brought the water, eyes staring at the toys, throat working. “Oh. Here. Jess."

  "Thanks, baby.” He let his eyes rake over Mike, letting the Coach go and embracing the lover. “Naked,” he said softly before drinking his water.

  "Uh-huh.” Mike stripped the shirt off, dark hair just visible on that sweet, flat belly. Mike hadn't shaved in more than a month, dark curls looking almost odd above the long cock as those jeans were removed.

  He reached out, fingers sliding, catching on the hair. “Let me shave you first?"

  Mike moaned, pushing toward his hand, prick jerking. “Oh. Okay. Yeah."

  He purred. “Yeah, baby. More than okay.” He let his hand slide down, wrap around Mike's cock. Mike moaned, hips sliding that cock through the tunnel of his hand.

  "Damned sexy, baby,” he murmured, thumb sliding over the tip of Mike's cock as he stroked.

  "Mmm..” Mike was rocking, pushing, fucking his hand. “So good. So good, Jessy."

  "Yeah. Come on, show me how good and then we'll shave you. Play. Fuck like crazy."

  "Uh-huh. Want to use the collar. Need you to.” Oh. Oh, Mike hadn't ever asked for it before.

  He nodded, his own cock pressing hard against his jeans. “Anything you want, baby."

  Mike's hands landed on his shoulders, head falling back, hips pushing wildly for a moment before spunk spread over his fingers. Moaning, he kept stroking Mike's cock, making his baby shiver with aftershocks.

  "Oh. Oh. Jess. Good.” Mike nodded, motions growing jerky, pulling away.

  He let Mike go reluctantly and then nudged Mike toward the bathroom. “Need to make you smooth, baby."

  Mike moaned, blushing dark. “You make it sound so hot."

  He grinned and chuckled wickedly. “Well, I think it is."

  "It ... it feels so ... Intimate."

  "Yeah, baby? More intimate than the collar? Than sucking and blowing and fucking?” He pressed close, loving the edge of need in Mike's voice.

  "I. The collar is ... Wow."

  He grinned. “Oh, baby, I love it when you get absolutely incoherent.” He started the water in the tub, making sure he had the temperature right.

  "You make me all shivery inside."

  He purred. “Good. You make me feel like king of the world."

  Mike stroked his spine, helping him undress. “You are my world, Jess."

  He stopped and just looked at Mike for a moment and then kissed his baby hard. “I love you, too, Mike.” Mike moaned, pushing into him, snuggling.

  He cuddled with Mike for a moment and then pulled away. “In the tub now. Let me work you over with the razor."

  "You want me to stand? Sit? You want the trimmer first?"

  "No, I'll do it all with the razor. Go ahead and lie down, stretch out for me."

  He moaned as Mike followed his orders, body long and lean, muscles light, wiry. That pretty cock was half-full, lying on Mike's belly, over the dark curls. He got out the shaving cream and sprayed it over Mike's chest. One shot to each nipple, one in Mike's navel and a smile below that. Mike snorted, scooping the cream in his bellybutton and tossing it at Jessy.

  Laughing, he rubbed the cream around, spreading it over Mike's chest and belly. “You ready?"

  "Uh-huh.” Mike was almost purring, so hard, skin hot.

  He started shaving the kid, wielding the razor carefully but confidently. Mike was right, it was fairly intimate, doing this to someone else. It was damned sexy, too.

  Mike just watched, moaning low, eyes hot as fire.

  He rinsed the excess cream away and bent, licking at Mike's skin, testing for missed spots.

  Mike whimpered, muscles going tight. “Oh. Oh. Jess."

  He purred. “You like that, baby?"

  "Uh-huh. Tingles."

  He grinned. He could do better for Mike than tingles. He wrapped his lips around one of Mike's nipples and started sucking. Mike's hand landed on the back of his head, pulled him close. Humming, he tugged harder, letting his teeth scrape against Mike's nipple every now and then.

  "Oh. Oh. Good.” Mike's voice filled the bathroom.

  He nodded and switched nipples, eyes on Mike's face.

  "Jess. Jess. So big. So much."

  "And I've only just gotten started,” he murmured.

  "Oh. Damn."

  "Want me to do your legs, baby? Or you wanna get them waxed?” He would do them if Mike wanted. Take his time, lick them afterward to test their smoothness.

  "I...” Mike groaned, shifted. “No one's ever asked before..."

  "What? Asked to shave your legs or to have them waxed?” Either way he wasn't really surprised, Mike tended to lose himself in the swimming and he knew he was Mike's first real relationship.

  "Yes.” Mike pinked. “I just shave them before a meet because I'm supposed to."

  "Do you like it, though?” he asked, taking Mike's leg out of the water, propping his foot on the taps. He sprayed more shaving cream onto Mike's skin. “Like how it feels as you're swimming?"

  "I haven't paid attention, really.” Mike grinned at him, sheepish. “You know me, Coach. Always distracted until that last fifty."

  He laughed. “Well if I remember correctly from my own swimming days, being smooth in the water feels special. I'll shave them for now and next time you need them done we'll find a place that'll do your whole body."

  Mike's eyes went wide. “My ... Somebody else?"

  "Well, there's kits. I could do it for you, baby, but these things are better off left in the hands of professionals."

  "God, when did being a swimmer get complicated?"

  Grinning, he licked at the tip of Mike's cock. “As soon as you have a governing body? Things are complicated."

  Mike moaned, thighs spreading. “Are you my governing body?"

  He chuckled. “I like the sound of that, and I suppose in a way I am. I'm your direct governing body; the ISO is your indirect governing body."

  He got a grin, a little moan. “I'm all yours, Jessy."

  "I know you are."

  He turned his attention to Mike's leg, taking his own sweet time as he slid the razor along Mike's skin.

  Mike was trembling, cock hard, balls drawn up tight. “You're making me want, so bad."

  "Yeah, it's pretty sexy, isn't it? I've got your other leg to do still, too."

  "It is. What are we going to do after this?” Mike was purring, panting.

  "I'm going to put that collar on you and fuck your brains out.” Possibly all night long. He needed fiercely.

  "Thank God.” Mike nodded. “I need, Jess. I need you to fuck me."

  He nodded and started to work on Mike's other leg. “I know, baby.” He could smell Mike's heat and need under the soap and shaving cream, rich and male.

  His cock throbbed again, and he moaned as he pushed Mike's leg into the
water, rinsing it. “Oh, fuck, baby. I need you."

  Mike nodded, stood to turn the shower on and get the little hairs off. “In the bed. I need. Hard and deep.” Mike's voice was trembling, low, but sure.

  He nodded, hands sliding over Mike's skin, loath to lose contact, even for a moment.

  So smooth, trembling, hot—Mike groaned low, then stumbled out of the tub, tugging him to the bed. Mike ended up on hands and knees, hot little hole offered to him. He pushed his face into Mike's ass, licking at that sweet hole, tongue pushing into Mike's body.

  "Oh. Oh. Oh. Jess.” Mike's back arched, hips rocking, pushing.

  He groaned, started to fuck Mike with his tongue. Maybe the toys could wait, he wanted. No, he needed. And in the worst way. Just had to have Mike. Now.

  "Uhn ... please. Please, Jessy. Please. Need.” No one begged like his baby, Mike just giving it up.

  He teased them both, kept working that sweet ass with his tongue until Mike's begging hit a fever pitch and his own need drove him up over Mike's body, cock pushing in that sweet, tight heat.

  "Yes!” Mike arched, rocking into him, muscles rippling around him, holding him tight.

  "Oh, baby. Christ.” he groaned and then started to move, body working urgently.

  Mike braced against the headboard, driving back against him. He kept moving, harder and faster and more and fuck, it was really good. He reached around Mike, grabbing that hard cock so they would tumble together. Mike jerked, hips snapping, ass gripping him hard.

  "That's it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.” He gripped Mike tighter, just fucking loving it.

  "Jessy!” That squeeze intensified, Mike's body jerking as heat sprayed over his fingers.

  He cried out Mike's name, jerking into his baby's body and coming hard.

  Panting, he collapsed onto Mike.

  Mike hummed, relaxing beneath him. “So good."

  He nodded, petting Mike. “Yeah. Yeah, baby.” He nuzzled Mike's back, slowing catching his breath. “Just wait for round two."

  "Mmm ... round two.” Mike cuddled back, ass squeezing him. “Sounds perfect."

  He purred, fingers reaching to stroke Mike's neck. “It does."

  "Love you, Coach. Honest."

  He purred, hugged Mike tight. “I know, baby. I know."

  Mike stretched, sliding on his prick. “Good."

  His cock throbbed, thought about staying hard and maybe getting harder again.

  "I slid the toys into the bedside table drawer, baby. You think you can reach the collar and the clamps?” He wanted to play, but he sure as hell didn't want to slide out of Mike.

  One of those long, long arms reached out, fingers digging in the drawer. Each stretch squeezed him.

  He shuddered and whimpered. “Christ, baby. I'm not even going to get soft here at all."

  "Is that bad?” He got another squeeze.

  His chuckle turned into another moan, his hands finding Mike's hips and just holding on. “No. No, baby, it isn't.” Except maybe he was too old for this.

  "Oh, good.” Mike laughed and he felt it, all around him.

  He closed his eyes and just held on, feeling Mike's body, enjoying the heat and wonder of it. “Love you, baby."

  The toys were put on the bed, Mike rocking beneath him. Humming, he picked up the collar, sliding it over Mike's skin and slowly pulling it up into place around Mike's neck.

  "Oh...” Mike swallowed, flushed, suddenly hot beneath him.

  He moaned softly. “You do like the collar, don't you, baby?"

  "Uh-huh ... Is that okay? You don't mind?"

  "Shit, baby, if I minded I wouldn't have bought it for you. I wouldn't have started doing it in the first place.” He kissed the back of Mike's neck, nuzzling the warm skin there. “And not only don't I mind, it turns me on big time, doing it to you."

  "Oh. Oh, good.” Mike relaxed some, rubbing and rocking again.

  Purring again, he fastened the collar, made it snug. Mike's body tightened around his, started milking him slow and easy.

  "Baby ... Oh.” He fumbled for the clamps, wanting to get them on before he was totally and entirely distracted and unable to think.

  "Want to turn over. Want to see you."

  "Yeah, okay.” With a groan, he pulled out of Mike's body. Oh, he wanted back in that tight heat, wanting to feel Mike all around him again.

  Mike turned, spread for him, hands reaching for his shoulders. Settling back between Mike's thighs, he pushed back into that perfect heat, moaning out his pleasure.

  "Oh. Oh, good.” Mike's eyes closed, tongue sliding over those lips.

  "Christ, baby, it's not good, it's the best.” Bending, he followed the path Mike's tongue had taken, licking the kiss-swollen lips.

  "Uh-huh...” Mike arched, moaned low, lips parting for him.

  Moaning himself, Jessy turned the teasing touches into a real kiss, taking Mike's mouth, pushing his tongue in deep. Mike moaned, arching, rubbing beneath him.

  He reached for the clamps again, breaking their kiss so he could put the first one on Mike's nipple.

  "Oh. Oh. Jess. I. Oh."

  "Yeah?” He chuckled and bent, licking around the clamp.

  Mike whimpered, bucking, rubbing beneath him. “So big."

  He chuckled, thrusting once. “Thank you, baby."

  Mike looked confused for a second, then grinned and laughed.

  He moaned, as that tightened Mike around his cock again, and he bent to kiss Mike, taking that mouth hard. Mike's hands landed on his shoulders, squeezing tight, riding him. He moaned into Mike's mouth, moving faster, thrusting harder.

  He got a hold of the leather tie, tugging it a little to tighten the collar. Mike's eyes went wide, hot, needy, a purr pushed into his lips. Christ, that was something else, the way Mike lit up like a Christmas tree whenever he did this.

  He tightened it a bit more, forcing Mike to start fighting for breaths. Mike's ass was so tight, motions of those hips speeding.

  "Sexy, baby. Something else.” He gasped the words out, speeding his own movements to match Mike's, the two of them working together to make it good.

  Their bodies slapped together, Mike bucking furiously. He tightened the collar, hips speeding as he watched Mike gasp for breath. Mike's eyes rolled, cheeks flushed.

  Harder and harder, he fucked Mike, watching his baby's face, so fucking turned on his balls ached. Mike reached up, grabbed the headboard, eyes fastened on him.

  He moaned and tightened the collar a bit more. “Love you, baby."

  Mike's lips moved, shaping his name, muscles shaking. He nodded and wrapped his hand around Mike's cock, tugging as he fucked his baby hard.

  Heat sprayed over his fingers, wet and slick, Mike's ass clenching tight. He cried out, hips jerking convulsively as he came hard, Mike's orgasm dragging out his own.

  He collapsed onto Mike, fingers fumbling with the release on the collar. Mike slumped, arms wrapping around him.

  Jessy licked at Mike's face, nuzzled and licking where the collar met Mike's neck. His baby tasted good with a hint of leather.

  "Love.” The word was soft, whispered.

  "Yeah, baby."

  He nodded, fingers sliding along Mike's body to the nipple clamps. “You want these off yet?"

  "Mmm ... Yeah. Burns when you take them off."

  "That's a good thing, yeah?” He slid down Mike's body a bit, tongue teasing the swollen flesh around the clamps.

  "Jessy...” Mike arched, purring, moaning.

  He chuckled and then took one off. “Yeah, baby?"

  "Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck. Burns."

  He licked Mike's flesh, pulling the other clamp off. Mike's body jerked, working his cock again. He groaned, shaking his head. “No way, baby. I can't."

  "Not doing it on purpose."

  He chuckled and kissed Mike hard. “God, I love you."

  "Oh, good.” Mike's fingers stroked his face, his cheeks.

  He slid out of Mike before his sexy swimmer started trying to
get him hard again. He pushed up, searching the side-table drawer for the plug. Mike moaned, eyes following his hand.

  He smiled at Mike, pulling out the silver plug. “You should suck on it, baby. Warm it up.” He pressed the tip to Mike's mouth.

  Mike's lips parted, eyes going wide and dark. Jessy moaned as he fed the plug into Mike's mouth. Shit, that was the sexiest thing he'd seen. Mike groaned, sucking, hips shifting beneath him in time.

  "Christ, I've never seen anything as sexy as you, baby.” It wasn't flattery either, just plain truth.

  Those dark eyes closed, a low moan muffled around the plug. Whimpering, he bent to lick at Mike's nipples, the skin still dark red, flushed with blood and hot beneath his tongue. Mike arched, making some of the most amazing noises.

  He started to fuck Mike's mouth with the plug, licking and sucking at those sensitive nipples all the while. Mike's cock slowly started to fill, going hot and hard against his belly. He finally pulled the plug from Mike's mouth, sliding it down along his skin. He slid it against Mike's cock, against his balls.

  "Oh. Oh, fuck. Jess. You. You make me just burn."

  "Yeah? I just want to make you forget about everything else in the world but this. Us."

  He nudged the plug against Mike's ass. “How'm I doing?"

  "G ... good. Good. Oh. Good. Need."

  "I know, baby."

  He pushed a little, letting Mike's body take in the plug, swallow it up until that tight ring of muscles closed around the base. He jostled it, just for good measure.

  "Uhn...” Jessy could see Mike's muscles tense, see him jerk.

  "Christ, baby, you're amazing.” He settled in, curled around his baby, nuzzling the collar again as he pulled up the covers.

  Mike whimpered, curling close.

  "Rest awhile, baby. We'll keep playing later."

  Mike shivered, nodded, rubbed against him. He kissed Mike softly and held him close, hands wandering slowly, just touching lightly.

  It took a while, but Mike relaxed, leaned into him, breath slowing.

  "That's it, baby,” he murmured, kissing Mike's forehead. “Just rest, love."

  He could feel Mike's heartbeat, steady against his skin, Mike settled and quiet. Happy. His.

  Smiling, happy, he closed his own eyes and rested.