by Sean Michael
Oh. He buried his face in Jessy’s throat, heart pounding. Oh.
Jessy hummed, sliding his hands along Mike’s 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.”
Besides, 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. 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.”
“You sure?” He hummed, licked and nibbled at Jessy’s lips.
“I’m sure.” Jessy covered Mike’s mouth with his own, pushing his tongue in as Mike was rolled onto his back so Jessy lay on him.
Mike 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, rocking his hips 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 slid his arm to rest against Mike’s throat, blue eyes glittering down at him. “I’ve been watching you.”
“Watching me?” His heart pounded, his gaze trapped by Jessy’s.
“I see what you do in the pool when you jack off,” Jessy murmured, pressing his arm a little, not cutting off Mike’s 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.” 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. What you need.” That arm across his throat pressed a little harder, making him struggle for each breath.
He whimpered, hands trembling as he slid them 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?” Jessy asked, licking at his lips, hips pushing against his, pushing his ass into the couch.
He parted his lips and found himself nodding, meeting Jessy’s stare. “It’s okay?”
“As long as no one gets hurt, there isn’t anything that isn’t okay.” Jessy tightened the pressure 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, bucking his hips, eyes rolling.
“That’s it. Go with it, feel it.”
He pushed hard against Jessy’s hand, balls drawing tight. Fuck. Yes. Yes. Jessy moaned, tugging his cock hard, pressing harder across his throat, really cutting off his air now. He came hard, entire body bucking, flailing beneath Jessy’s weight, world graying out.
When the colors came back again, Jessy was next to him, curled around him. Jessy stroked his skin, dropping soft kisses 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 kept touching, kept holding him.
“Love you.” He held on tight, letting Jessy surround him.
“You better.” Jessy chuckled, sweeping his hands over Mike. “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.” Jessy gave Mike a wink and then shook his head, holding Mike’s gaze with his own. “No. I don’t think you’re sick.”
“I never told anybody. Never.”
“You didn’t have to tell me. 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. Mine. All of you. All of it. All of it.” Jessy kissed him hard. “Everything.”
Mike spread and wrapped his legs around Jessy’s hips. “Yes.”
“Need you. So badly.”
“Yours. Take me.” He felt like he was flying, soaring.
Jessy reached up for the lube, slicked his fingers, and pushed them in deep.
“Oh….” He pushed back, riding the burn, the stretch. “More.”
“So hungry.” Jessy pushed another finger into him, spread him.
“Yes…. Yes. You make me need.” His shoulders left the cushions, entire body rocking.
“Gonna take care of your need. Gonna fuck you so deep.”
“Please. Want to feel you.” He needed it, needed Jessy.
Jessy purred, sliding his fingers away, leaving Mike cold and empty. But only for a moment, then Jessy pushed his cock into Mike, sliding deep. He bucked, taking Jessy deep, muscles going tight.
“Oh, baby. Yes.” Jessy started fucking him right away, long, hard strokes that felt like Jessy was going for the gold.
He nodded, bucking into the thrusts. “Jessy! Yes.”
Jessy kept fucking him, eyes glittering down at him, watching him. Seeing him. Mike threw his head back, moving his hips wildly, pushing them. Jessy growled, pushed into him again and again.
He demanded, took, gave… anything, as long as Jessy wouldn’t stop. Jessy didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, kept thrusting into him, filling him.
“Yes.” He bucked, gripping Jessy’s ass, pulling him deep.
“Baby….” Jessy groaned, arms starting to shake.
“Yes.” He squeezed, gripping Jessy’s cock as hard as he could.
Jessy cried out, jerking into him, filling him with seed. It was almost as good as his own orgasm, watching Jessy come. Those blue eyes went dark, sightless, reflecting his own face back at him. At last Jessy relaxed against him, seeming boneless.
He held on tight, purring, the scent of sex heady and rich.
Perfect.
JESSY HAD been watching Mike, waiting for the right time to test his theory about Mike’s… unique needs. And he’d been right. In spades. The look on Mike’s face as he’d come, gasping for breath had been… nothing short of amazing.
It seemed he was as turned on by doing it and watching as Mike was by having it done.
He’d ordered a collar a few weeks ago. Had it waiting upstairs, waiting for him to confirm what he knew. Waiting for Mike to be ready for him to know.
They’d gone to UT for practice, eaten on their way back home. He turned to Mike as he unlocked the door. “I have something for you.”
“For me?” Mike smiled, looking relaxed and happy, dark eyes shining.
“Yeah. Well, I guess it’s for both of us.” He winked. “Upstairs. In the bedroom.”
“Cool.” Mike had finally stopped sleeping in the little bedroom he’d started in, both of them using the room for storage.
He stopped Mike, gave him a kiss. “I’ll lock up and meet you in there.”
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“’Kay.” Mike bounced up the stairs, whistling Christmas carols, almost laughing.
Jessy chuckled and locked the door, wondering if Mike would open the box on their bed. Wondering if Mike would know what the leather collar was for. He heard the water start running, Mike brushing his teeth, washing his hands. His water baby. If the kid only had gills, he’d live in the water full-time.
Jessy headed up the stairs.
The box had been moved, but not opened, Mike coming out of the bathroom half-dressed as Jessy walked in. “What’s in the box, Jess?”
“That’s your gift. Go on and open it. I hope you like it.”
“Early Christmas?” Mike bounced on the bed, opened it, one eyebrow lifting. “A dog collar?”
He chuckled. “No. It’s not even a traditional slave collar. It’s got one very specific purpose. You see how the closure is easily tightened, even easier released?”
Mike played with it, nodding, frowning for a second, before those black eyes went wide.
He grinned. “Exactly.”
Mike swallowed hard. “You. I. I. It’ll be weird, doing it on purpose. Planning it.” He kept stroking the leather, petting it.
“Will it?” He leaned in and licked at Mike’s neck. “Or will it make it better? More exciting?”
“I. Oh. I don’t know.” Mike might not have known, but his body did, flushed and hot.
“Put it on.” His body knew too, his cock growing hard in his pants.
Mike’s hands were shaking, sweaty as he finally managed to get the collar around his neck.
He reached over, slipped the leather end into the fastener. “You tighten it.”
Mike tightened it a little, then a little more.
Purring, Jessy went carefully to his knees, opened Mike’s jeans, and pulled them down. His lover’s prick was hard, leaking. He looked up Mike’s body, licking his lips, eyes on the collar.
“Wh… what do you want me to do?”
“I’m going to suck you. What you do with the collar is up to you.” He reached up and tugged on a nipple, licking at the tip of Mike’s cock.
“Oh….” Mike shifted, eyes going sultry, heavy-lidded, as he played with the collar.
“Mmm… so sexy, baby.” He licked again and then circled the head of Mike’s cock, sucking.
“Jessy….” Mike shifted, curling his toes into the carpet, tightening his fingers on the collar, a little.
He hummed around Mike’s cock, sliding down on it. Mike moaned and watched him, hips rocking up, pushing into his throat. He hummed, sucking harder, taking Mike in deep. Mike’s head fell back, throat working, tightening the collar again.
Jessy bobbed his head over Mike’s cock, attention glued to his lover’s face, to the look on Mike’s face.
Mike’s cheeks were pink, flushed, eyes huge and desperate. “G… gonna. S… s… s… soon.”
Yes. Yes, Mike. Do it. He hummed and pulled harder, sliding his fingers up to tweak again at one hard, little nipple.
Mike twisted his fingers in the collar, tightening it, jerking his hips steadily.
So hot. So sexy.
Spunk filled his mouth, Mike relaxing back on the mattress, sliding his fingers free. He swallowed Mike down completely, reaching up to make sure the collar was loose. It was, Mike moaning and breathing easily.
He kissed his way up Mike’s body, his own prick hard, needy. Mike moaned, sliding his hands up Jessy’s arms.
“So sexy, baby. I want you.” He pushed Mike’s legs back, nudged that sweet hole with his cock.
Mike nodded, spread, the collar still black against that long throat. He pushed in, moaning as Mike’s tight heat swallowed him up.
“Oh. Oh, yes.” Mike nodded, hips sliding and bucking, riding his cock.
“Yes,” he growled, pushing hard.
Mike took his hand, brought it up to the collar. “Please.”
He tightened the strap, making it snug. “Good? Or you need more?”
“Oh. Oh, more.” Mike’s ass was so tight around him.
He tightened the collar watching as Mike started to fight for breath. He could feel it, around his cock, in Mike’s muscles. He thrust, cock sliding inside Mike’s body as he watched his lover’s dark eyes. Mike was lost in their lovemaking, moving, undulating, feeling.
He reached out to tighten the collar a little bit more and then moved faster, harder. Mike groaned, grinding his hips, eyes rolling.
“So sexy,” he murmured, shifting slightly to find Mike’s gland.
Mike convulsed, reaching for the headboard, moving his lips to form the word “more.” Groaning, he reached up to tighten the collar further, enjoying the pleasure in Mike’s face. Mike jerked, body fighting for breath, ass milking him, the sensation maddening. He slid his fingers around one of Mike’s nipples, tugging, pinching.
Heat sprayed from Mike, entire body tight and hungry, flying. Roaring, he followed Mike over, jerking into Mike’s sweet body a few times before his seed pushed from him into Mike. He collapsed onto Mike, gasping, hitting the quick release to free his lover’s throat.
Mike groaned, melting into the mattress. He slid out of the sweet heat and curled around his baby, stroking the fine skin.
Mike cuddled into him. “Jess….”
“Yeah. That was pretty good, wasn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.” Mike nodded, humming.
He chuckled, stroked Mike’s skin. “Christ, that looks good on you.”
“Hmm? What does?”
“Pleasure.”
Mike smiled, sliding and rubbing against him like a lazy cat. He stroked Mike, moving over pleasure damp skin.
“Love you….” Mike cuddled in, blinking slowly, still passion-drugged.
“I love you, baby. Lots.”
Mike nodded, sliding his hands over Jessy’s waist.
He held Mike close. The collar had definitely been a good idea.
Now to see what his swimmer thought of all the plugs.
Chapter Seven
WOW. THE US Open.
Wow.
He didn’t belong here.
Not yet.
But Jessy insisted, so they got on a plane and signed up and shit and here he was.
With famous guys.
And he knew he was going to get a cold. He could feel it in the back of his throat, in his joints.
Maybe it was nerves.
Maybe it was bad luck.
Maybe it was fate saying he didn’t belong here.
Jessy landed his hands on Mike’s shoulders, rubbing. “You’re not thinking about the wall, Mike.”
“How do you know?” How did he always know?
Jessy chuckled. “Body language.”
“You know I can’t beat these guys, right? You won’t be upset?”
“I don’t want you to beat them. I want you to beat yourself.”
He chuckled at the thought. “Perv.”
Coach snorted. “Brat. Now you focus on the wall. I expect a lot of personal bests here, Mike. The US Open? This is where you push yourself to do your best.”
Mike nodded. Yeah. He knew. He also knew no cold meds, no sinus meds. No failing the drug tests. No caffeine. No chocolate. No pizza. No nothing.
Not even sex.
Or advanced snuggling.
Why was he swimming again?
Coach’s breath was warm against his neck, his ear. “The wall, Mike.” The words were little more than a growl, and Jessy slapped his ass.
“Right.” He jumped, blushing dark. “Hardass.”
“You know it.”
Coach stayed with him, rubbing his shoulders, until they announced the first heat of the men’s two hundred freestyle. “The wall, Mike.”
Mike nodded. “Yeah.”
He shrugged out of his jacket. The wall. Yeah. He could do that.
The smell of the chlorine sort of eased him somehow, cleared his sinuses, and he got up on the blocks, lane three. Ready to swim.
The buzzer sounded and he dove in.
He pushed hard, forcing himself to give everything and then a little more. It was just a heat, but they only took the top two for the finals and….
The wall, Mike.
The fucking wall.
He took the first turn and pushed on, focusing on it now, not thinking of anything except getting to the wall faster than he ever had before. He could hear Jessy’s voice in his head, urging him on.
Second turn. Third and home. Hit the wall. Do it. Come on. Fuck.
He did, breathing so hard he couldn’t even see, couldn’t think.
The crowd wasn’t huge on this first day, but it made a lot of noise as he hit the last wall, popping up to look at the numbers. Holy fuck—he’d taken second place and a personal best at that.
Dude.
He’d made the finals.
He pulled himself out of the water, Jason from the next lane clapping him on the back. “Great race, man.”
He found Coach, Jessy beaming at him. He was given two thumbs-up, Coach staying back a bit, letting him accept the congratulations of the other swimmers.
Brandon, a veteran on the national team who’d taken first place, shook his hand. “Good race, kid.”
“Thanks.” He blushed, nodded. “Congratulations.”
“You too, man. See you in the finals.”
Coach and Coach Samuels came up to him, each clapping him on a shoulder. He grinned, not sure exactly what to say, what to do, because, wow.
Just wow.
Coach laughed. “Well done, Mike. Let’s go get your warm-up suit back on you. The two hundred butterfly heats go in four hours and you need to be ready.”
Coach Samuels shook his head. “Give the kid a few minutes to celebrate, Jessy.”
“He can celebrate in his warm-up suit as well as he can without it. He’s got a lot more racing to do in this meet.”
Mike got himself warm and cozy again, headphones back on, Coach’s hand on his shoulder, leading him away from the crowds.
They found a quiet corner and Coach smiled at him, blue eyes shining with love and pride. “That was amazing, Mike. You flew, just flew. If you’d not been distracted that first length, you might even have won it.”
He shook his head. “You always know.”
“It’s my secret power.” Coach gave him a wink. “Once you got going, though, Mike, you were amazing. That congratulations from Brandon was well-deserved.”