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  “Oh. Oh, wow. Jess, that was. Wow.” After all this time, Mike was still gaspy and shivery postorgasm. It was sexy as hell and made him feel like a stud besides.

  He licked at Mike’s neck, slowly making his way back to Mike’s mouth. “You ready for round two?”

  “You know it.” Mike took a kiss, sliding his tongue over Jessy’s lips.

  He caught Mike’s tongue and sucked gently, rubbing his prick along one sharp hip bone. Mike’s knees lifted, calves wrapping around his thighs. He groaned at the blatant invitation, sliding his hands down so he could probe Mike’s tight little hole. His fingers were still a little slick from the oil, and he pushed one into Mike’s willing body. He got a groan, Mike’s ring of muscles pulling at his finger.

  “So damned tight,” he murmured, moving his mouth over Mike’s cheek. Mike squeezed him again, body clenching. He moaned, sliding his finger in and out, Mike so hot, so soft inside.

  “Oh. Oh, Jess. I…. That feels so good.” Mike moaned, lips sliding against his.

  “It does.” He worked a second finger in, stretching Mike now, searching for that little bump of flesh.

  Mike arched, lean strength almost shoving him up off the bed. “Jess!” Oh, yeah, he’d found it. He stretched his fingers as wide apart as he could and then sent them deep again, until they hit Mike’s gland. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck. I….” Mike twisted, body searching for more.

  “This what you want?” he asked, finding Mike’s gland again, nailing it over and over.

  “Uh-huh. Oh, damn. I need, Jess.”

  “I know you do.” He sure as hell did, because he needed too. His cock was throbbing, balls aching.

  “So? Fuck me.” Pushy boy.

  “All in good time.” He’d make love to Mike when he was good and ready. He teased another finger into the tight heat.

  Mike groaned, riding Jessy’s fingers. “Evil bastard.”

  “I am? Are you sure? I’m willing to stop any time you like. Just say the word.”

  “Don’t you dare stop.”

  He let one eyebrow go up, stilling his fingers.

  “Jess….” Mike’s body shifted, begging for him.

  “Yeah, Mike?” He held still, fingers buried but not moving.

  “I need.”

  “You’re a pushy brat, Mike,” he murmured, bending to nuzzle the skin beyond Mike’s ear.

  “And you’re a growly old man, Jess.” Mike groaned. “Good thing I love you.”

  He chuckled, nailed Mike’s gland with his fingers. “Yeah. Good thing.”

  “Fuck! Again. Again, please.” He could get anything from Mike at this moment.

  He purred, licking at Mike’s skin, working his fingers inside Mike. He wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer; his cock was hard as a rock.

  “Yeah. Fuck. Jess. So good.”

  He let his fingers slide away and set his cock against Mike’s hole, finding Mike’s mouth as he slid in deep. Mike’s cry was sweet and low, pushing right into his lips. He kept the kiss going as he started to fuck Mike with long strokes. Fuck, Mike was tight and hot, and it felt so fucking good.

  Mike tried to direct the thrusts, whimpering as Jessy kept control, kept the rhythm he needed. He buried his face in Mike’s neck, taking in the scent of soap and chlorine, salt and oil, and Mike. He moved a little faster, shifting his hips, sending his cock in farther. The little groans got louder, Mike swallowing, rocking, holding him close.

  He could feel Mike’s cock rubbing on his belly, hot and hard, branding his skin. He kept moving, eyes closed, breathing Mike in as they fucked.

  “Oh…. Oh, fuck, I feel you.”

  “Good.” His voice was hard, body throbbing, his entire focus on what they were doing, on how they were joined, Mike’s body taking him in just like that.

  Mike moved his hand between them, wrapping around that long, thin cock and tugging. That was Jessy’s signal to let loose, and he did, pumping his hips hard, finding Mike’s gland every time he pushed into that sweet, tight heat. Mike groaned, rippling around him, body milking him.

  “Yeah, fuck….” He thrust harder, mouth open on Mike’s shoulder as he started to lose it.

  Mike bucked, heat spraying over his belly. He roared, jerking now, filling Mike with his spunk.

  Mike nuzzled against him, humming, holding on tight. He let Mike take his weight, lying on the warm body, carding his fingers through the peroxided curls.

  “We did it again, Jess. You and me.”

  He kept stroking Mike’s head, breathing in the familiar scent. “You did it, Mike. I just make sure you keep your focus.”

  Mike cuddled, nuzzling against him. “Yeah. My focus.”

  He shifted so he wasn’t lying on Mike anymore and gathered the kid close. “Get some sleep, Mike. You’ve had a busy day.”

  “Yes, Coach. Sleeping in tomorrow, remember?”

  He hid his grin in Mike’s shoulder. Always fucking pushing. “Eight a.m., kid. That’s when your breakfast shows. I want you in the pool by nine.”

  “Oooh. Pancakes and coffee?” Mike didn’t bother hiding his grin at all.

  He snorted. “Sure, kid. You can call it anything you want to.” It didn’t matter; they both knew there’d be a cheese and vegetable omelet with brown toast and two glasses of milk waiting for Mike in the morning.

  Mike chuckled, the sound broken by a yawn.

  “Sleep,” Jessy murmured, pulling the sheets up and curling around Mike’s body.

  “Mmm… yeah, Coach. Night.” Mike’s hands slid around his waist, soft snores coming almost immediately.

  Closing his eyes, Jessy petted the warm skin, running over strategy until he drifted off as well.

  Chapter Two

  STROKE, STROKE, stroke, turn. Lap.

  Mike was beginning to feel the burn, muscles getting tired, the wall getting farther and farther.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

  One week until they had another meet. Then a month to training camp. Fuck. That was playing with the big boys.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

  Fuck, he’d lost count. How many had he done? How many were left? Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

  A long body sliced through the water and paced him.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

  Shit, he must have gone over.

  Damn it. That meant he went until Coach said stop.

  Fuck a duck.

  He was supposed to meet the guys for a movie tonight too.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

  Coach kept moving with him, close enough he could feel the heat of that body in the water next to him.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

  His heart was pounding, strokes slowing, his arms so heavy.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

  They did three more, each one harder than the last.

  He was shaking by the end, breathing hard, holding on to the wall.

  “Sorry, Coach.”

  Jessy’s strong body surrounded him, hands next to his on the wall. “Stubborn fool.”

  He leaned into those arms, panting. “Who? Me?”

  “No, the other guy who damn near drowned out here.” That voice was gruff, angry. Worried.

  “Wasn’t gonna drown.” He could swim in his sleep.

  “No?” Coach grabbed his hands and yanked him off the wall, and swam back into the middle of the pool with him before letting him go. “Then give me another five.”

  He growled, “Could have at least let me have the wall, asshole.”

  Then he gritted his teeth and swam, forcing his body to fucking do it. Coach kept pace with him again, never leaving his fucking side. Just waiting for him to screw up. Well, he wasn’t going to. Damn it. He could go four more laps.

  Prick.

  Asshole.

  Bastard.

  When Mike made the last lap, Coach got out and pulled him out of the water to lie
on the deck. “You stupid fool! If I tossed you back in and told you to give me ten more, you would! Start listening to your fucking body instead of just pushing it all the damned time.” Coach started pacing, muttering to himself.

  Mike lay there, panting, waiting for the tremors to stop, his heart to slow.

  Coach finally stopped pacing and hauled him up over one shoulder, carrying him into the weight room, and put him down on the matted table to work his muscles with those big hands. “One of these days that stubborn pride is going to get you hurt.”

  “Either that or win me a race.” Oh, God, that felt good. So good.

  “Pardon me, but I don’t believe you were fucking racing anyone out there today.”

  “No. No, I wasn’t. I lost count. I’m sorry, Coach.”

  “Lost your focus. What were you thinking about out there? The next meet? The big leagues? That trophy case of your aunt’s?”

  “Training camp.” He sighed, shook his head. “Looking ahead.”

  “Dammit, Mike, when you’re swimming, you need a clear head. I don’t want you thinking about anything except how many laps you have left to go and how fast you can do them.” Coach walked away again, doing a quick circuit of the room before coming back to work on his legs.

  “I’m trying, Coach. I’m not good at that Zen shit.”

  “Yeah, well, you better get good at it. Our last meet, you won all four of your races. What were you thinking about when you swam?”

  “The wall.”

  “So. You’re maybe not so bad at that Zen shit after all. When you try.” Coach never gave him a fucking inch. Ever. He couldn’t decide whether to tell Coach to fuck off or just nod.

  Those magic hands worked their way back up his body to massage his arms and shoulders, and he thought maybe he should go with the nodding. At least until Coach was done. Oh, fuck, that felt good. Good enough that he’d pretend to be good. Sort of.

  When Coach was done, a towel was thrown at him. “Steam room. Ten minutes. And then a shower, and then you come in for lunch.” Coach glared at him. “Ten minutes. Not a fucking second longer. And it’s a cool, short shower.”

  “Ten minutes.” He stuck his tongue out, slid off the table. “I’ll remember. I promise.”

  “Don’t stick that out at me unless you intend to use it, kid.”

  “I don’t have time with only ten minutes in the steam room.”

  “Cheeky brat.”

  “You know it.” He headed to the steam room, ass shaking as best he could.

  He was good too. Ten minutes only in the steam room, even though he could have sat there in the heat all day, and then a quick shower. Maybe he’d come down after supper. Just sit and melt. The movies could wait. He slid on his shorts, headed up for lunch, trying to remember what weirdness Coach would be feeding him today.

  There was a huge glass of juice next to his plate, which was piled high with salad. Coach came out of the kitchen with two more plates, one holding two big-assed burgers and the other with a little tiny itsy-bitsy chicken breast. Three fucking guesses which was his and the first two didn’t count.

  “So, you’re having burger and chicken together?” He was ordering pizza with sausage. And Dr Pepper.

  “The chicken’s for you, smart-ass.” Coach sat and started eating.

  “You’re starving me.” He chopped the chicken up and dumped it in the salad, salting and peppering it liberally. “So, what do I have to do to get a Dr Pepper?”

  “Quit swimming or fire me.”

  “Man….” He dug into the salad, nibbling on the chicken mostly, taking bites of lettuce as he went. Like he’d ever do either.

  “You keep complaining and I might change my mind about this afternoon.”

  “This afternoon?” Mike tilted his head, took a sip of the juice, and then guzzled it down when the bright, tart flavor hit his tongue.

  “Yep. You have a meet in a week.” Coach was looking at him, like that was all he needed to figure it out.

  “Oh.” Oh man—that rule? Was the worst. No fucking the week before a meet. Not even a blowjob. No toys. Nothing but the random quick jack off while Coach was cooking breakfast.

  “Of course, if you don’t want to…. Well, you can have more than the salad and juice to eat if you don’t want to.”

  “I want to.” The man was evil.

  The stern face eased, and a smile that went to Jessy’s eyes warmed the room. “Good.”

  He grinned, cheeks going hot, ate eagerly, and drank his juice before going to get a bottle of water. “You want anything, Jess?”

  “I think you know what I want, Mike.” Jessy’s gaze followed him as he walked.

  “I do.” He drank deep, swallowing hard before going to lean against Jess’s back. “I do. Upstairs?”

  “Yeah.” Jessy’s stare turned up to him, looked into him. “The playroom.”

  “Yeah.” He brushed Jess’s lips with one finger. “Yeah.”

  Jess’s mouth caught his finger, teeth holding it in place, tongue sliding across the tip before letting it go. Mike was hard as a rock, his cock making an obvious tent in his shorts.

  Mike rolled his eyes, giving his cock a good thump, making it behave. “You done eating?”

  “I’m going to finish my second burger, Mike. Now, if you want to go up and pick some toys out, I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”

  “Any… anything you want in particular?” See him. See him be thoughtful and not pounce the beautiful fucker straightaway.

  “If there’s something I want you haven’t brought out, I’ll get it myself.” Jess winked.

  Mike took another kiss, and grabbed an apple on the way upstairs. The extra bedroom was where they played. They’d gradually built their collection of toys, adding the big, firm mattress, the sling. Mike stripped down, pulled the box of cock rings out, and chose a soft leather one over the unyielding chrome.

  He could hear Jess coming up the stairs, giving him time to get ready.

  Mike found his favorite plug—yielding and good-sized, but nothing he had to work for, nothing intimidating—and a set of beads, each one bigger than the other.

  Jess came into the room and checked out his choices. “Playing it safe today?”

  He shrugged, dared to tease. “You said not to push my body….”

  Jess laughed, teeth bright in the tanned face. “Brat.”

  “Yep. Besides, we jump from reasonable to fist-sized. Damn.” He pushed, poked, seeing how far Jess would let him go.

  “And if we’re going to go fist-sized, you might as well take my fist.”

  He felt his cheeks heat, but he nodded. “Exactly.”

  “Okay. It’ll certainly last all week.”

  He tilted his head; Jess jumped around like a damn kangaroo rat. “What will?”

  “My fist. You’ll be able to feel me all week long. Should keep you from needing too hard.”

  “I….” When had he agreed to that? Sometimes Jessy made him feel hopelessly behind.

  Jess’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe not today, hmm?” Big hands slid around his hips and tugged him in close. “I want to do it, though, Mike. Put my hand inside you.”

  There was something about the feel of Jess against him, something addictive and necessary and real. He moaned, leaning in for a kiss, cock hard enough to cut glass. Jess’s lips met his, the kiss soft but growing teeth as it continued on. When their mouths parted, Jess rubbed their noses and then stepped back.

  “Take off my clothes.”

  He pulled the tight T-shirt off, then untied the waist of Jess’s workout pants and eased them off.

  “You could suck me off while you’re down there,” Jess suggested.

  Mike chuckled, leaning in to nip at that still-flat belly. “Greedy man.” Then he rubbed his face along the thick shaft, teasing.

  Jess didn’t deny it, just moved a hand through Mike’s hair, turning his mouth toward the head of that big cock. He opened up, sliding his tongue over the tip, pressing into the sli
t, and making his lover shiver and groan.

  “Fucking nice, Mike.”

  This part was sweet, opening up for Jess, taking Jess’s cock, and making his lover need, making Jess want him. That groan sounded again, both of Jess’s hands circling his head. The breathing patterns for sucking Jess off were a lot like the training exercises, his body falling into the rhythm automatically, immediately, training taking over for him.

  “Damn, that’s good,” groaned Jessy. “Don’t stop, Mike.” The fingers holding him grew tighter, Jess’s hips starting to move, sliding the hot prick over his tongue. No. He wouldn’t stop. He wanted. He wanted it all.

  Jess moved faster, cock pushing into the back of Mike’s throat. Yeah. Yeah. Come on. He tugged Jess in, swallowing hard. Jess moaned loudly and shoved hard, spunk pouring down his throat. He took it all, sucking and licking until Jess pulled away, leaving him swaying.

  Jess slid one big hand under his arm, steadying him and tugging him up. Jess’s mouth descended on his, the kiss demanding, Jess’s tongue thrusting in. The whole world swayed, his trust in Jess paramount. Jess reached down to cup his ass, bringing his feet off the floor as he was tugged against that warm skin.

  He groaned, cock rubbing furiously against that belly.

  “Impatient,” murmured Jess, eyes dancing.

  “Who? Me?”

  Jess laughed and rubbed their noses together. “Yes, you.”

  “No way.” He laughed, letting Jess hear how fucking happy he was.

  Jess’s mouth took his, tongue thrusting in as he was carried over to the bed. It was like being in the water, not being able to breathe, to see past right now. He was laid out on the bed, Jess still licking at his mouth as his hands were cuffed to the bed.

  He looked up, tugging on the cuffs, knowing they were secure. The first time Jess did this, he’d panicked, been so scared; now it was oddly peaceful. Easy. Jess’s mouth left his, licking at his jaw and down to his neck. Mike lifted his chin, offering more skin, lips so soft. Jess purred, licking and nibbling, exploring. Long fingers counted his ribs, moved over his belly.

  “Mmm… feels good.” His heels dug into the mattress, hips bucking his cock closer to Jess’s touch.

  “Don’t make me cuff your ankles too,” murmured Jess, fingers moving past his hips to push beneath him and cup his ass.