by Sean Michael
“You’re not allowed to be bossy now. You’re not working.”
“What if that’s my personality?” The corner of Vince’s mouth was twitching hard.
“You’re still not allowed. You’re not working. You’re only allowed to be coachy on dive time.” He grinned, only half joking.
Vince tilted his head. “You might have to remind me.”
“We’ll make a schedule. I get to smoke and drink and eat Pop-Tarts from 6:00 p.m. to 9:00 a.m.”
“Oh, I don’t think Pop-Tarts are good for you.”
“Nope, but neither is beer.”
“Now, wait a minute, beer’s got nutrients and shit.” Vince pulled up into a parking lot on the university grounds. “And I can cut you off of that too, if you want.”
“Not fucking likely.” Man, look at that big metal longhorn.
“Well, then, don’t tempt me.” Vince gave him a wink and led him to a building that Austin assumed housed the diving platforms. Round and rust-colored, the place was neat and damn near deserted, sort of eerie quiet.
“Hello?” Vince called out. “Stevens? You here?”
An older man came out of a door to the left. “Vince! Man. Long time no see.”
Austin hung back, watched. It was weird, being at a school. A school with a pool.
Vince shook Stevens’s hand, the two men sharing a manly, back-slapping hug, and then Vince put a hand in the small of Austin’s back. “This is my diver. Austin Brody.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Austin put hand out. “Any friend of Vince and all that happy happy.”
Stevens shook his hand. “Likewise. I have to admit I’m eager to see the diver that dragged Vince out of retirement. You’re a bit old for a beginner, aren’t you?”
“Ancient. I promise not to drop my dentures in the pool water.” Hell, when did twenty-three become old?
Stevens laughed and Vince’s hand landed on his shoulder, squeezed. “Austin’s got natural talent that’s going to blow you away. You want to suit up and show off?”
“I live for it. Where?” Stevens pointed and he went, looking at the trophies and stuff on the way. These folks were something else. Fancy. Him? He really just wanted to jump in the water.
“Start slow,” Vince called out once he was changed and ready. “Simple. And build.” He could hear the pride in Vince’s voice.
“Sure thing, Coach.” He climbed up, humming a little, already focused on the water. He did a double, then a reverse double with a twist. He didn’t really worry about anything but moving and flying and hitting the water over and over and over.
Eventually Vince called him out of the water, beaming like crazy. “Well, Stevens? What did I tell you?”
“So, kid, you interested in joining the UT team?”
Vince laughed and punched Stevens in the arm. “No fucking way. He’s my diver.”
Austin nodded to Vince. “That’s right. I have to stop? I was having fun….” Getting into the rhythm.
“Stevens? Can we impose a little longer?”
“Hell, yes. You’ve got about an hour before anyone needs the pool.”
Vince looked at him. “Go on.”
“Cool.” He winked, nodded, and got back to it. He wasn’t working it; he was playing. Experimenting. Using up excess energy and fucking around.
Every now and then Vince would be there to help haul him out, giving him suggestions, pointers.
He had no idea how long he’d been at it when Vince clapped him on the back. “Okay, Austin. They need the pool now.”
“Oh. Okay. Sorry. Thanks.” He nodded, still a little lost in his own world.
“It was nice to meet you,” Stevens told him, shaking his hand again. “And you ever change your mind, we’ll find a place for you here.”
“I won’t, but thanks. I don’t do school very well.” He took the towel Vince offered.
“Well, you know where to find me.” Stevens gave him a wink and headed back to his office.
Vince smirked. “I told you.”
Austin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I looked okay?”
“You looked fine, as long as you weren’t looking at his ass.” Vince helped him dry off.
“Looking at whose ass?”
“Stevens’s. Hell, anyone who isn’t me.” Vince grunted. “Come on, let’s go. I think I promised you a beer.”
“Okay.” Beer worked. Beer really worked.
“Here’s your clothes. You want to pick something up and take it back to the motel or go out?” There was heat in Vince’s eyes, a promise.
Oh. “The motel works for me.” Beer was overrated.
“Yeah. I hear you.” Vince watched him wipe down. “So was that good? Getting wet, working through your dives?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it feels good. Solid. You know?” Right.
“Yeah, actually, I do know. Watching you dive….” Vince shook his head. “You can feel that diving is what you’re meant to be doing.” Vince gave him a smile. “It makes me wish I was still doing my time in the water.”
“Come on, dive with me.” He grinned right back. There was no reason they couldn’t dive together.
“Stevens thinks we’re taking off. We’ve probably only got five or ten minutes before this place is in use again.” Vince’s eyes were on the water, and on the five-meter platform.
“So. Come on.” Come play.
“You’re on.” Vince stripped down to his tighty-whities, looking so happy.
Fucking A. Austin bounced all the way up the ladder, grinning ear to ear. Vince was right behind him, heat chasing his feet up. They walked out together, Vince mostly naked and studly next to him.
“Christ, I haven’t done this in longer than I care to remember.”
“You can’t forget this.” He winked. “Not at all.”
Vince nodded. “I can already feel myself hitting the water.”
“What are we doing? Nothing too adventurous, now.”
“You name it, I’ll be beside you.” God, look at those eyes shine.
“Double twist, nail the entry—barely a splash. On three.”
Vince waited for his nod and counted them down. “One. Two. Three.”
They dove together, spinning and turning, hitting the water together. Vince came up close to him, body warm in the cool water. “Woo! Oh fuck, that was something!”
Austin hooted, threw his head back. “Hell, yeah!”
“Come on, let’s go again.” Vince pulled for the side of the pool, muscles working.
“After you. Let’s go.”
Vince hauled ass over to the ladder, going up ahead of him this time, underwear damned near see-through and clinging to every inch.
“Sexy bastard.” He was laughing, happier than he’d ever been. “What now?”
“Oh, shit, your call this time.” Vince looked over at him, eyes shining, his smile damned near taking up his whole face.
“Double somersault?” He bounced, ready. Hungry.
Vince reached out and stroked his belly, just once, and then nodded. “Yeah. Double somersault. On three.”
They counted down and went, hitting the water clean, coming up together.
“Jesus, baby, this is almost better than sex.”
“Almost.” Austin winked, shook his head so the water flew. “It’s fun, isn’t it?”
“Hell, yeah.” Vince laughed. “Fuck, why did I stop doing this again?”
“Sheer stubbornness on your part. Wanna go again?” Did they have time?
Vince glanced back at the clock and shook his head. “One more time. And then we’re out of here.”
“Okay.” He swatted Vince’s ass. “Hurry up. Hustle.”
Vince laughed and swatted him back. “I’m the coach, not vice versa, remember?” But Vince hustled, preceding him up the ladder, ass right there. Sexy damned man. Austin followed close behind, bouncing a little.
They got to the top and walked out to the edge of the platform, Vince’s gaze on him, hot, burning. “After
this dive I’m going to take you back to the hotel and dive right into you.”
“Promises, promises. What’re we diving?”
“It is a promise, Austin.” Vince seemed to sway toward him a moment and then shook himself, eyes closing as he took a deep breath. “Double twist.”
“Cool.” Austin dared to touch Vince back, stroke his flat belly. “Let’s go.”
Fuck, he loved this, the air, the way his muscles worked. They hit the water together, Vince’s hands sliding on him under the water, warm and sure as they moved on his skin. He groaned, shifted, pushed toward that touch. Hell, yes. Vince found Austin’s mouth, pushing his tongue in, so damned hot. Austin’s lungs strained for air, and then suddenly Vince’s mouth was gone and they came up out of the water together, Vince’s gasp for breath loud.
“Hotel.” Austin wasn’t going to be able to get out of the water at this rate.
“Yeah. On the double because this ass is mine.” Vince grabbed him under the water, squeezing his ass hard. “Mine.”
“Fuck. I. Out. Out.” He was hard enough it hurt.
Vince gave him a wicked smirk and got out of the water, tossing him his towel as soon as he was out, along with a wink. “Wrap it around your waist, knot in front.”
“Evil man.” He got himself covered, grabbed his jeans and shit. “Come on. Move it.”
Vince already had his jeans up over his wet briefs and was walking as he pulled his shirt on. “You sure are bossy for someone who’s not a coach.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re just used to weenies.”
Vince laughed, nodding. “I do prefer weenies. Your weenie, in fact.”
He hooted, shaking his head. “Oh, man. That was bad.”
“Sorry, baby, but there’s no blood making it to my brain. None whatsoever.” Vince gave him another one of those scorching looks, hustling him out to the truck.
“None? That bodes well for my evening.” He reached down, squeezed Vince’s cock a little.
Vince gasped, pushing into his hand. “Baby, unless you want a repeat of the other night, put on your seat belt and be good.”
“I’m good.” Mostly. Sometimes. When it suited him.
Vince smiled and gunned the engine. “Sure you are, baby.”
They peeled out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were on their tail. Austin hooted, windows open, grinning wide as they drove.
Chapter Nine
THEY WERE meeting with John Bellam at Avian later on, and Vince figured Austin had to be nervous. Well, he was nervous and figured they could both use a bit of distraction. So after a hearty breakfast, they headed out to the stores. First on his list was a couple pair of Speedos for Austin. It was high time the kid started wearing them.
He didn’t tell Austin what they were shopping for, not until they were in the shop. “Okay. We need to find out what size you are in Speedos, and then you’ll need a couple, three pair. I’ll even let you choose the colors.”
Austin groaned. “My momma’d swallow her tongue.”
“Well, she’s not here, but if you need someone to swallow a tongue I’m happy to volunteer to swallow yours.” He gave Austin a wink before striding to the back of the sports store where the bathing suits were kept. He had a feeling trying the things on was going to prove to be an adventure; at least his cock was hoping so.
“The things you say….” Austin looked at the racks of suits, shaking his head. “How am I supposed to get my ass in those?” Like the man’s ass was large.
“They’re stretchy, baby.” He gave Austin a wink and then turned his attention to the salesclerk who was approaching. “We need to try a few of these on for size. You’ve got a changing room, right?”
The kid—couldn’t have been twenty and had piercings in his eyebrow, nose, and lip, making Vince wonder what else was pierced—tilted his head toward a curtained area in back. “Yeah. I need to know how many items you’re taking in.”
“Three,” replied Vince, grabbing three different-sized Speedos, starting with the smallest adult size they came in.
“Those are smaller than rubber bands. I’ll sing soprano wearing them.”
Trying very hard not to laugh, Vince grabbed hold of Austin’s arm and tugged him in the direction of the changing rooms. They were early enough that he hoped they’d be otherwise empty; the store was certainly quiet enough. “It’ll be fine, Austin. And everyone at the meets wears them. It’s not like you’re going to be standing out.” Any more than the good looks and skinny height would make Austin stand out anyway.
“I hope I won’t be. Nothing standing or poking or peeking out at all.” Austin toed off his sneakers, cheeks bright red.
“If it makes you feel any better, it happens to everyone,” Vince said casually.
“Everyone?” Austin made sure the curtain was closed before he slid his jeans off, then his briefs, leaving the T-shirt on. “Okay, let me try a pair.”
Vince tossed the red pair at Austin. “Everyone. We’re all human, yeah? You ignore it in others, they ignore it in you. I promise I won’t ignore you.” He gave Austin another wink, wishing the kid had taken off his T-shirt so he could get the full effect.
“Yeah?” Austin bent over, stepped into the Speedos, and pulled them up. Fuck, they looked good—tiny and tight and red and good.
Vince licked his lips and couldn’t have stopped his moan if he’d wanted to. And really, he didn’t want to—he wanted Austin to know he looked good. “I’d say that size is perfect.” He reached out, testing the bands around the tops of thighs, making sure it wasn’t too tight. It wasn’t: it was perfect. As was the heat and glide of Austin’s skin beneath his fingertips.
“You don’t think they should be bigger?”
God, no. Look at those hips, that amazing belly. “Baby, they’re perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.” He slid a finger along the waistband. Yeah, it wasn’t too tight, but it was tight enough it would keep all but the most persistent erection from peeking out, especially if Austin shoved his cock toward his hip. He met Austin’s eyes. “Perfect.”
Those too-pretty-for-real-life eyes shone, cheeks flushed with pride. “Yeah? The red’s okay?”
“No, Austin. The red is perfect.” He took Austin’s hand, brought it to his jeans, and pressed Austin’s palm against the bulge there. “See?”
That got him a sweet, deep moan. “Oh….”
He nodded and rubbed Austin’s hand against his need a few times. Then Vince turned him so the kid could see himself in the mirror. He stepped up snug against Austin’s back and took one of Austin’s wrists in each hand, holding his arms up and out. “See?” he repeated.
“I…. God, there’s nothing to it.”
“Sure there is. All your bits are covered.” He slipped his hand into the front, sliding it down to cup Austin’s balls.
“Vince. Don’t. I won’t be able to. I’ll….” Those long thighs spread, shaking a little for him.
He nipped at Austin’s ear, licking the curve of lobe. “I won’t embarrass you, baby. I’ll make sure you’re not hard anymore when you go back out there.” He let Austin’s balls go, trailing his fingers over Austin’s hardening cock.
“You turn me on so bad.” Desperate was a good look for Austin. A real good look.
“Don’t you mean so good?” Vince asked, pushing his finger into the little slit at the top of Austin’s cock.
The fluorescent lights lit Austin right up, let Vince see everything in those needy eyes. “I…. We’re in a store….” His little nipples were tight, belly taut as a board beneath the tight T-shirt.
He nodded. “I know.” He wrapped his hand around Austin’s cock, pushing the Speedo down below Austin’s balls with his other hand. “Makes it intense, doesn’t it? Exciting?”
He watched Austin in the mirror, slowly jacking Austin’s pretty cock.
“But….” Austin was openmouthed, eyes closed, damn near panting. Sexy little bastard, fucking his hand.
He slid his free hand up un
der Austin’s T-shirt, revealing the slim belly, Austin’s muscles working as he moved. Vince found one of those hard little nipples, pinching it. “So damned sexy.”
“Oh, God. I want. Vince.”
Oh, yeah. He could tell. The mixture of need and reluctance and want was heady.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He wrapped his lips around a bit of Austin’s neck, worrying up a mark as his hips worked with Austin’s, rubbing his cock along Austin’s ass as Austin’s prick slid through his fingers.
“You. God, I want you.” Austin bit his own lip hard enough to make it bleed.
“How do you want me? You want to lean against the mirror while I fuck you?” Vince slid his hand down along Austin’s chest to his belly, then pushed the Speedo down farther. He ran his finger down along Austin’s crack, groaning at the heat. “Baby….”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. I. Vince, fuck.” Austin panted, actually shaking.
“Yeah, that’s the idea.” He nodded, pushing his finger into Austin as he tightened his hold on that hot prick, jacking Austin off hard.
Austin’s body was hot as fire, silken and tight, rocking and riding his finger, cock leaking copiously. Fuck, Austin was beautiful like this, nowhere to hide from him, flushed and wanting. Vince groaned and bit down on Austin’s neck, working that cock furiously.
“I’m gonna….” Austin leaned forward, hands on the mirror, hips jerking and rocking.
Vince couldn’t refuse that invitation, and he was close himself. Muffling his groan on Austin’s skin, he undid his zipper and freed his cock, then pushed it into Austin’s body, just like that. He could feel it, Austin squeezing and shaking and coming on his cock, giving it up for him. A noise got caught in his throat, and his hips jerked, pushing his cock deep into Austin’s body as his own climax took him.
Panting, he rested his chin on Austin’s shoulder, not looking away from the mirror for a moment, watching as Austin breathed, coming down from the high.
Austin looked shaky, stunned, a little panicked. “God. I can’t. I can’t believe I—”
“Shh. Shh, baby, it’s okay.” He nuzzled into Austin’s neck, moving his hands soothingly over Austin’s warm, smooth skin. “Let’s get you dressed and make our purchase, yeah?” Vince knew how it freaked Austin out that he was turned on by this “kinky” stuff, like the risky sex and the waxing.