Personal Best 2

by Sean Michael

Jess grinned and smacked his ass. “Takes one to know one, baby.”

  “You know it.” He laughed, sliding his tongue over Jess’s jaw.

  Jess moaned, head turning to bring their mouths together. The kiss was long and slow, Jess controlling it. He didn’t fight, letting Jess’s strength ease him.

  “Love you, baby,” whispered Jess as their mouths parted.

  “Yeah. Yeah, Jess.” He nodded, carefully stood. “Let’s go to the pool.”

  Jess gave him a smile, grinned. “I’ll follow you.”

  “No touching.”

  “Since when do you give the orders?” Jess asked, swatting his ass softly, jostling the plug.

  “First time for everything….” He moaned, shivered.

  Jess laughed and swatted him again. “Fucking sexy, Mike.”

  “Yeah. For you.” They headed down to the water, Mike’s steps careful the whole way.

  Jess settled in his chair at the middle of the deck, next to the pool. “Ten laps each stroke, don’t push. I’ll come fuck you when you’re done.”

  “Evil bastard.” He winked, then slid into the water.

  Jess grinned and called out, “That’s me.”

  He could feel Jess’s gaze on him as he started to swim. The plug made him hyperaware of his body, made his stroke long and stretched. Despite the cold water, despite the work, his cock stayed hard, and by the time he was nearly done, Jess slid into the water next to him.

  They matched each other, swimming in sync. It felt good swimming with Jess, not racing, just moving together, bodies occasionally brushing. And then more than occasionally. He could feel every motion of his body, every muscle. Jess’s hands started to slide on him, random strokes of the hot fingers over his skin.

  “The plug makes things… focused.”

  “Yeah?” Jess’s fingers drifted easily down his back, teasing his crease.

  “Uh-huh. I can feel everything.” He groaned, stretched.

  “You wanna do it in the water or on deck?” Jess asked him, pushing a finger against the base of the plug, jostling it.

  “Oh….” He shook. “In the water.”

  “Like you would choose anywhere else.” Jess was smiling at him, eyes alight. Then just like that the plug was pulled out, Jessy tossing it onto the deck.

  “Made to be here. Made to be in the pool.”

  “Made to be mine.” Jess crowded him up against the wall, arms under his to hold him up as Jess’s hard cock bumped into his balls.

  “Yes. Yes.” He was caught by Jess’s stare, body aching.

  He put his legs around Jess’s waist, and that’s all his lover needed, cock pushing into his body. He was going to be bowlegged in the morning, but, fuck, it was worth it. Jess’s thrusts were long and slow, sweet like they were going to do this until sunrise brightened the sky.

  “I love you, Jessy.” He smiled, licking at Jess’s mouth.

  “Oh, baby. I love you too.”

  Jess moved a little faster, tongue sliding against his, their bodies moving easily in the water. He rested, their bodies moving together over and over. Eventually Jess wrapped a hand around Mike’s prick, the speed of his lover’s thrusts increasing.

  “Love.” He moaned the word against Jess’s neck. “Soon.”

  “Anytime, baby. Come for me.”

  “Yeah….” His orgasm was sweet, slow, leaving him exhausted, utterly spent.

  Jess kept pushing into him, and then his lover moaned, soft and low, filling him with heat.

  Jess helped him out of the water and then picked him up and carried him up to the big bed in their room. He didn’t argue, limp and quiet, completely sated.

  Jess covered them and curled around him. “I love you.”

  “Mm-hmm.” He cuddled, body just one warm, melted mass.

  “Wake me next time you can’t sleep, Mike.”

  “Hmm? ’Kay.”

  Jess’s chuckle was warm and wrapped him in his lover’s happiness as he drifted off to sleep.

  JESSY WORKED through his paperwork and made sure the calendar was up to date. A week from tomorrow, Mike had his first meet since he’d been pushed off the coping. His swimmer was out at the pool right now, swimming his heart out, determined not to lose too much ground to the injury. A glance at the clock confirmed that Mike had been out more than long enough.

  He put everything away and headed out to the backyard, grabbing a couple bottles of water on the way. Sure enough, there was Mike, moving easily through the water, looking like he was starting to fade. The damned flutter board was on the side of the pool, not even wet.

  Shaking his head, Jessy went over to the boom box and turned the music off, before crouching at the edge of the pool as he waited for Mike to swim up.

  Mike got to him, head popping up out of the water. “Hey, Coach.”

  “Hey. How many laps is that?” Was Mike even counting?

  “Lots and lots.” Mike was panting, cheeks flushed.

  He rolled his eyes. One of these days he was going to get Mike to actually pay attention; they claimed to be working on being able to make pigs fly, too. “Get out before I make you start counting from one.” He managed not to growl. Too much.

  “Grumbly, grumbly.” Mike hauled himself up, arms shaking.

  “You insist on pushing yourself too far, then, yeah, I’m going to grumble.” He handed over the water and got a towel around Mike, touch rough as he dried Mike off.

  “Mmm.” Mike stretched for him, every muscle trembling.

  He should have brought out the orange juice. He stroked Mike’s belly. “I was gonna suggest we go play, but I think you need to eat and rest first. We’ll have chicken and lettuce wraps, maybe watch a movie.”

  “Play?” Mike leaned into him, eyelashes so fucking long, casting shadows on the thin cheeks.

  “Well, you’ve got a meet a week from tomorrow….” He let the words trail off suggestively as he walked them into the kitchen.

  “Uh-huh. I could play.” Uh-huh. Maybe after juice.

  He sat Mike down on a stool and passed over a bottle of orange juice before pulling out the shredded chicken, lettuce, sprouts, and tortillas. “You want this warm or cold?”

  “Cold is fine, Coach. Can I have a little of that jalapeno ranch on it?” Mike’s throat worked as he gulped the juice.

  “One cold wrap with jalapeno ranch coming up.” He put together two of them, adding a bit of sour cream and salsa to his, putting the jalapeno ranch on Mike’s. Then he grabbed a couple more juices and sat on the stool next to Mike’s. “Don’t eat too fast. We’ve got all afternoon and evening for the fun stuff.”

  “I won’t. I’m being good. I think we should make chicken soup and grilled cheese for supper. Late.” Mike ate like he was starving, devouring the wrap and then heading to the fridge for a bowl of grapes.

  “Sounds good.” Nice and easy, and a good meal for two to make too.

  He finished his own wrap at a slower pace and then went to wash their dishes, giving Mike time to finish his grapes and start digesting. Mike tossing it all up would be a major damper on their afternoon activities.

  “You feeling better?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Feel good.” Mike stretched again, rolling at the hip, at the shoulder. “Starting to almost feel like me.”

  “Good.” He stood behind Mike, crowding a little, landing hands on Mike’s shoulders. He massaged lightly. Mike’s skin was still fairly cool from the pool. “You want to shower first? Warm up?”

  He got a soft, sweet sound in answer, Mike nodding, leaning into his touch.

  “’Kay.” He rubbed his hips against Mike’s ass, bending to nibble at Mike’s nape as he kept working Mike’s shoulders with his fingers. The smooth skin always called to his fingers, his lips.

  “Feels good, Jessy.” He grinned, loving how Mike shifted from swimmer to lover, so easily, so perfectly.

  “I know, baby.” He slid his hands down over Mike’s arms, then across the lean six-pack. “We’d better head upstai
rs before I decide I’d rather just bend you over the counter.”

  “We’d better.” Mike leaned back, belly tight as a board.

  He nodded. “It would be a shame to get counter imprints on your cheeks.” He reached between them to goose Mike.

  “They’d show in my suit.”

  “Uh-huh.” He reached into Mike’s Speedos, pushing them down off his baby’s hips. “Of course, they’d show even more without it.”

  “I.” Mike chuckled, ass pushing right into his hands. “What?” He loved it when Mike got so caught up in what they were doing he forgot what they were talking about.

  He turned Mike, taking his baby’s mouth, wrapping his hands around Mike’s ass and squeezing. “Shower. Bed. The good stuff.”

  “Mm-hmm. Water. Sex. Love. Gotcha.” Mike curled around him, all laughter and want and eager pleasure.

  He started walking backward, tugging Mike along with him, taking sweet, hot kisses. They managed it too—hallway, furniture, doors—Mike trusting him implicitly. The stairs were a little more complicated, made even more so by them stopping every few steps to touch, sliding his fingers on Mike’s soft, cool skin, feeling it warm beneath his fingertips.

  They were breathless when they got to the bathroom, Mike chuckling into his lips, keeping him close. He leaned over to get the water going, getting distracted by Mike’s hip bone, and leaning in to lick at it. So smooth. So soft. Freshly waxed, Mike was his own personal wet dream.

  The heat of Mike’s cock slid along his cheek, and he turned to give it a kiss before concentrating on Mike’s hip again. Mike started moving, hips rolling a little, just going with it.

  “Mmm… in the shower, baby.” He nudged Mike with his nose.

  “Uh-huh.” Mike stepped back, humming as the water hit him.

  Jessy watched the water sluice off Mike’s skin. Water and Mike just went together like air and breathing. Grabbing the soap, he started sliding it over Mike’s legs.

  “Mmm. Feels good.” Mike spread a little, balls drawing up tight.

  “Uh-huh.” He kept washing, sliding hands up Mike’s body. The shower soaked his T-shirt and his shorts, but he just didn’t care.

  “You should come now while you can,” he murmured, wrapping a soapy hand around Mike’s cock. “Because I’m going to make you wait before I let you do it again.”

  “How long?” Mike started moving, fucking his hand straightaway.

  “Well, let’s see. We have to get you in the cuffs. Fill you with a plug. Nipple clamps. Cock ring. The collar. I don’t know, baby—maybe all night long.” He tightened his hand around Mike’s cock. “Make sure it lasts all week.”

  “Jessy….” Mike whimpered, humping up, lips parted.

  “Gonna make you fly, baby.” He covered Mike’s mouth with his own, pushing his tongue deep as he dragged his fingers over the skin of Mike’s cock.

  Mike whimpered, prick throbbing in Jessy’s fingers as Mike shot.

  He hummed, nodding as he carefully stepped back. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

  Mike reached up for him, fingers sliding over his skin. “Good.”

  “Gonna get better.” He winked and turned off the water, tossing a towel at Mike as he stripped off his wet clothes. “Come to the playroom, baby. I’ve got those plans….”

  “Mm-hmm.” Mike nodded, followed him with a dazed, happy grin. Yep. He’d melted his swimmer.

  He let Mike follow him right to the wardrobe. “You want to help pick out which dildo I’m going to use on you?”

  “No. You pick. You show me what you need me to feel.”

  He loved that trust. Humming, he slid his fingers over Mike’s cheek. “Then get in bed and wait for me, baby.”

  Mike pulled him in for a long, lazy kiss, Mike tasting him, making him weak in the knees. Then his baby headed toward the bed, tight little ass swaying. He held on tight to the top shelf of the wardrobe, swallowing as he watched Mike arrange himself on the bed. Fuck. He wanted to go over there and fuck Mike into the mattress. But he wanted to do this more. Maybe needed to.

  He grabbed the collar and the wrist cuffs, chose a pair of little silver nipple clamps and a dildo that wasn’t too large but had a bunch of little ridges on it. Perfect.

  “You ready for this, baby?” As if Mike wasn’t.

  “Mm-hmm. Feel ready for anything.”

  “Good.” He made his way to the bed, lightly dropping everything onto Mike’s sexy belly. “Cuffs first. Wrists only today.”

  Mike’s long arms reached up for the headboard, the motion almost normal again, almost right. Sliding his hands up along Mike’s left arm, he wrapped the cuff around Mike’s left wrist and attached it to the headboard. Then he did the same on the right side, Mike’s skin warm and smooth, so good beneath his fingertips.

  “You look amazing, baby.”

  “You like it?” Mike wriggled, stretched, spreading for him.

  He swallowed hard, his cock giving a little “Hello, I do, indeed” jerk against his belly. “You make me want, Mike.”

  Bending, he brought their mouths together, kissing Mike as he searched blindly for the nipple clamps among the stuff he’d left on Mike’s belly. His fingers got all distracted with that skin, the muscles under his touch jumping and jerking.

  He found one of Mike’s nipples and pinched it, circled it with his thumb before moving on. Mike’s belly was ridged and lovely beneath his fingertips, and it was almost by accident that he found the chain that linked the two little clamps together. Moaning, Jessy broke away from the kiss, needing to pay attention to put the clamps on.

  “No marks. People could see,” Mike said. Ha. Mike had a week to heal.

  He flicked his finger across Mike’s right nipple, and that single touch was all it took for the tiny bit of flesh to pebble right up for him. Drawn to it, he bent and licked across it, took it between his lips, and tugged. Then, quick as anything, he drew back and put the clamp on the nipple.

  “Fuck!” Mike jerked, tugging on the cuffs. Oh, no. No way. That wouldn’t do. Mike needed to be easy on that shoulder.

  Growling a little, he reached up and released Mike’s wrists from the cuffs. “Leave them over your head and don’t move them.”

  “Jessy?” Mike looked confused, hands staying where he put them.

  “I don’t want you to pull that shoulder again with the cuffs. So we’re not going to use them. Instead, you’re going to be cuffed by willpower.” He winked at Mike, kissed the sweet lips. “You’re going to leave your hands over your head because I told you to.”

  “Oh.” Mike groaned a little, nodded. “I’ll try.”

  “Like the little green man said, you’ll do.” He teased Mike’s other nipple, getting it good and hard so he could set the clamp on it.

  “I. Oh. The clamps are big….”

  “It’s been too long,” he murmured, licking at one nipple and then the other, blowing on Mike’s wet skin.

  “We’ve been busy.” Healing. Hurting. Needing.

  “I know.” They weren’t too busy now, though. It was just the two of them. No swimming, no doctors, just them.

  He licked his way down to Mike’s belly, nibbling and sucking, chin bumping into the dildo. It rolled and thumped onto the bed, Mike almost reaching down for it.

  “No hands, baby.” He blew a raspberry against Mike’s skin.

  “I….” Mike twisted, laughing.

  Chuckling, he licked into Mike’s navel, the long cock bumping his chin. He slid his fingers between Mike’s legs, finding the wrinkled skin hidden in Mike’s crease. Mike spread for him, so easy, so eager, so hot, laughing the entire time. He loved that breathless, happy laughter. So sexy. All his.

  He got some slick on his fingers and slid one into the beautiful heat.

  “Mmm….” Those long legs spread wider, his baby letting him in deep.

  He fucked Mike slowly with his finger, sliding it in again and again, only adding in a second one when Mike was undulating, moving with him in sweet wave afte
r wave. The look on Mike’s face just sent him to the moon. Peace and pleasure that was only matched by being in the water.

  Once he’d stretched Mike, he picked up the dildo and carefully fed it in, watching as each ridge and bump was swallowed up by Mike’s body. “Beautiful, baby.”

  That belly went tight, Mike rippling and shivering, cock filling and turning a sweet, deep red. A shudder moved through him, his own prick hard, leaking.

  “Jessy….” Mike licked his lips, opening and closing his hands.

  “Yeah, I know.” He could feel it, the need riding them both.

  He slid the collar over Mike’s skin, letting it catch on the chain that connected the nipple clamps together, tugging it.

  “Want you.” Mike groaned, body arching toward the pull. “That aches.”

  “You love it.” He tugged the chain again, and then slid the collar around Mike’s throat. It always made him ache, to see the black leather against Mike’s skin, to know that he was giving his baby what he needed.

  “Love you. I wouldn’t want it from anyone else.” Mike swallowed, Adam’s apple working against the collar.

  He growled a little. “Nobody else touches you.” Mike was his. His swimmer, his lover. And he’d give the swimmer up to another coach if he thought there was one who could do more for Mike than he could, but this was all his. Theirs.

  He brought their lips together, laying his claim right there, sliding his fingers down to jostle the dildo. Mike opened to him, jerking, a sweet moan pushing into his lips. So responsive, so sexy.

  Mouth and hand worked together, his tongue and the dildo both fucking Mike with short, sharp movements. He could feel Mike getting closer, needier, cock slapping the tight belly over and over.

  He broke the kiss, gazing down into Mike’s dark eyes. “You need to wait for me, baby.” He slid his hand along Mike long, leaking prick. “You need a ring?”

  “Jessy….” Mike groaned, humping up into his hand.

  He squeezed tight, and flicked one nipple clamp to give Mike something else to focus on. “I’ll be right back.” The cock ring was definitely needed.

  “Don’t go….” Mike groaned, just barely keeping his hands where they belonged.

  “Not going far, baby.”