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  “Can’t fit with the plug. Only one cock possible at... at a time.”

  Jessy laughed. “I don’t know... me and the one in there right now can’t be any thicker than that big dildo...”

  Mike rippled, groaning low, flushing dark. Jessy chuckled, the sound husky. Christ, his baby was sexy. He reached down behind Mike, teased the very end of the plug out. Mike groaned, the sound vibrating between them.

  “Oh, baby. So sexy.” He rubbed his prick against Mike’s hip, slowly working the plug out.

  “Make me feel so much, Jess. So much I can’t believe it.”

  He hummed, letting the plug slide all the way out before rolling Mike onto his back. “It’s what I do.” Coach and love Mike. It was what he was made for.

  “Love me. Please.” Mike spread, hips tilting.

  “Always, baby.” He pushed Mike’s legs apart, moved them up over his shoulders and pushed right in, Mike already spread and open from the plug.

  “Oh...” Mike’s eyes rolled; his baby nodded. “Please.”

  “Yeah. Love you.” Jessy started thrusting, long, slow, but hard, Mike’s body holding him in.

  “Yes.” Mike held him tight, squeezing, rippling around him.

  “Baby.” He groaned, thrust harder, letting Mike really feel him.

  “Yours.” Mike arched. The look on his lover’s face was pure bliss.

  His own pleasure was riding him hard, orgasm close. He fought it, though, loving where they were right here.

  “Don’t stop. I love you. Love you. Jess.” Oh, yeah. Babble. Mike was flying.

  Jessy started working out stats in his head, thought about his mother, anything to keep from coming.

  Mike, on the other hand, was grunting, crying out with each thrust, making it difficult for him. He got a hand wrapped around Mike’s cock, pumping as hard as he was thrusting. The pressure around his cock increased as Mike came, screaming low. He let go, jerking into Mike’s body as he followed his baby, coming hard.

  Mike gasped, blinked at him, cuddling close. He slid out, let Mike’s legs down, and let his weight settle onto Mike.

  “L...love.”

  He hummed, nose in Mike’s neck, breathing deeply. “Yeah, baby. Love you.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, Jess.” Mike’s words were slurred; his baby was almost asleep.

  Grinning, he kissed Mike softly. “Sleep, baby.”

  “Uh-huh. Love you.”

  Jessy shifted, settling half on Mike, half on the bed, and let his own eyes close. He was warm, sated, his baby quiet and happy in his arms, the air smelling of them both. It didn’t get much better than this.

  Not outside the pool, anyway.

  Halloween Birthday

  Happy birthday to him. Happy birthday to him.

  Mike bounced into the house, still dripping from the pool. Having a Halloween birthday rocked.

  “I want greasy burgers and chili fries and a two-liter of Dr. Pepper and a Snickers bar!” He rummaged through the fridge for a snack, grabbing some cut-up apples and heading for the peanut butter.

  He knew the rules. He lived for the rules. Especially the ‘no rules on your birthday’ rule.

  “And people in hell want ice water, baby.” Jessy came out of the office and snagged an apple slice.

  “Mine.” He swatted Jessy’s hand. “Are there any almonds? It’s my birthday, you know. Anything I want. Dude... chocolate sundaes.”

  “It’s your birthday?” Jessy reached for the almonds at the top of the cupboard and handed them over. Then Jessy’s hand slid over his belly in an almost absent caress. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

  “Right. Like I haven’t been dropping heavy-duty hints. Thanks, Coach.” He munched happily, the fruit and nuts just what he needed. “Man, I was rocking the butterfly today. Did you see?”

  “I did. I swear you get faster all the time.” Jessy looped his arms around Mike’s middle, smile warm and happy.

  He grabbed another handful of nuts and leaned hard. “It feels good.”

  “It looks good.” Jessy’s fingers were so warm on his skin, tracing down his abs, moving to stroke his hips. “I made reservations for us at the Steakhouse, but if you really want greasy hamburgers and chili fries, I can cancel them.”

  “Ooh. Steak. I approve.” He nodded happily, cock jerking a little. “Do I get a birthday massage, Coach? Before we go rent scary movies?”

  They had developed a routine and over the last three years; they’d never missed it. They ate, they watched horror flicks, they made love. After all, it wasn’t just his birthday and Halloween. It was sort of their anniversary. Kind of.

  “You get anything you want, baby.” Jessy’s wandering hands slid up to his shoulders, already digging into his muscles.

  “You. You know that, huh? You.”

  Jessy chuckled. “I’ve got you incoherent already, do I? It’s going to be a good birthday.”

  “I deserve a good birthday, Coach.”

  Jessy’s eyes met his. “You deserve a good everyday, baby.”

  Oh. Oh, man. He pushed fully into Jessy’s arms, heedless of the wet.

  Jessy’s mouth came down over his, the kiss hard and sure. Mike forgot about everything but right now, the kiss, the pleasure. The passion. It didn’t matter how long they were together, how many times they did this, Jessy still made his heart go faster, made him hard and needy.

  Jessy’s hands slid over his back, warming him. They moved right down into the back of his Speedos, squeezing his ass. He pushed back into those hands, cock filling almost painfully as Jessy groaned for him.

  “You want a shower to wash the chlorine off, or you want to go straight to bed?”

  “Mmm. Shower. I’ll shave, then I’ll be all yours.”

  “I was thinking of joining you, actually. I could help shave.”

  Of course if Jessy ‘helped’ it would take at least twice as long. “Help?” He chuckled, nodded. That could be hot. Fun.

  “Cool.” Jessy grinned, grabbing a bottle of water and another of juice out of the fridge and nodding toward the back of the house.

  Mike snagged one more handful of almonds on the way, humming the whole time. “Did you buy candy to put out for the trick or treaters?” And where was it?

  Jessy laughed. “You just want to know if there’s chocolate in the house for you to steal.”

  “Yep. Birthday benefit, you know.”

  “You’re going to make yourself sick if I let you go crazy.” Jessy followed him down the hall, fingers on his ass.

  “I might not.”

  “Let’s see, Dr. Pepper, greasy burgers, chili cheese fries, Halloween chocolate... anything else?” He could hear the teasing note in Jessy’s voice, the happiness.

  “You promised me sex, steak, and a massage. Oh, and shaving.”

  “You’ll note that none of what I promised you will leave you hanging over the toilet, tossing your cookies. Oh, and by the way, that should be great sex. Or even fantastic or amazing sex.”

  “The Dr. Pepper never made me hurl.” He wiggled out of his Speedos, much more interested in the great, fantastic and possibly amazing sex.

  “You can have some with your steak. Later. Now we’ve got showers and shaving and the really good stuff.” Jessy stripped down, too, body hard and solid as it was bared.

  “Really?” He stared, distracted just for a second. “Who are you and what did you do with my coach?”

  “It is your birthday. And you did win your gold at the Olympics. I think you deserve a little indulgence, that’s all.” Jessy put on his stern coach face. “I could take it back.”

  “Fuck, I won five golds and two silvers and... “ He stopped, grinned. “And yeah, I’ll want you to take it back. I don’t want the soda, man. I just like to push.”

  “My pushy baby.” Jessy grabbed him up and k
issed him, holding him against the warm body. “I like you pushy.”

  “I know.” He kissed the corner of Jessy’s mouth. “I like when you push back.”

  “So I should be extra bossy and pushy on your birthday.” Jessy manhandled him into the shower.

  What was he supposed to say to that? Yes, please.

  God.

  Jessy got the water started and then nodded at the nozzle. “Hands on the shower head, baby.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Mike stretched and reached, stomach going tight, cock bobbing.

  “Mmm... pretty, pretty.” Jessy reached for him, fingers sliding over his body, tracing the muscles on his chest, stomach and hips.

  His nipples went tight, the ink on his belly, his arms shifting and moving.

  Groaning, Jessy leaned in and bit at his right nipple. “So sexy, baby. You make me want to do such wicked things to you.”

  Mike was all for that plan. One hundred percent. “Anything.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” Jessy dropped to his knees and the next thing Mike knew, his cock had been swallowed, tip pressing against the back of Jessy’s throat.

  He cried out, hips bucking, pushing forward and filling Jessy’s throat. Strong fingers wrapped around his hips, Jessy holding him still. Then Jessy’s head began to bob, lips tight around his cock.

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Jessy. Jessy please.” He reached down, touched Jessy’s head.

  Jessy came off his cock immediately. “Did I say you could stop holding onto the shower head?”

  “Huh?” He was breathing hard, blinking down at Jessy.

  “Hands. Shower head. Now,” growled Jessy.

  His cock jerked visibly and he nodded, crying out once, sharply.

  Jessy waited until his hands were back up, his body stretched out. Only then did the blow-job resume, Jessy’s lips hot and tight around his prick.

  “Oh, God. I. Jessy.” He was going to scream.

  Jessy hummed or groaned or something around his cock, the vibrations going straight to his balls.

  “Gonna. Please. Please...” He groaned, lifted his face to the water and held his breath.

  Jessy’s fingers grew tight on his waist, tugging him in over and over, suction tight, so damn good. Just as he didn’t think he could hold his breath a second longer, Jessy slapped his ass and swallowed around his cock.

  He cried out and came hard, knees buckling as his balls emptied. Jessy swallowed him down, arms going around his thighs, holding him up.

  “Oh, God. So good. So fucking good.” He was babbling.

  Jessy chuckled and let him go, making sure he wasn’t going to sink down before standing. “Love you, baby.”

  “Love.” Uh-huh. Really.

  Jessy took a kiss, lips pressing, tongue pushing, sliding into his mouth. Oh, fuck. Jessy tasted like him. The kiss stole his breath, Jessy pushing him back up against the tile. He held on, clinging, almost climbing up his lover.

  The kiss slowly gentled, Jessy backing off slightly, smiling at him. “Shaving now, more great sex later.”

  “Mmmhmm. Shaving. Great sex. Possible birthday kink. I’m there.”

  “No, baby, you’re here.” Jessy’s eyes danced.

  “Dork.” He swatted Jessy’s ass.

  Jessy just laughed, giving him another hard kiss before reaching for the shaving gel. There wasn’t much hair, really. All the years of waxing kept it thin. Still. There was some, and having Jessy shave him was hot.

  “Hands back up on the shower head,” Jessy ordered, rubbing the gel between his hands.

  “Hmm?” He teased a little, stretching up.

  “Gonna make me growl.” Jessy winked and started spreading the foaming gel over his body. Jessy’s hands were hot on his pits, his chest, right on down to his pubes.

  “I like the growl.”

  “Perv.” Jessy’s fingers curled around his balls as the word hung in the air.

  “You know it.” He grinned down, loving the look in Jessy’s eyes.

  That earned him a chuckle, and then Jessy picked up the razor and the air began to sizzle. “Ready, baby?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I’m so ready.” His cock was starting to fill again, to lift.

  “Yeah, I can see that.”

  Jessy started at his pits, shaving carefully, the drag of the razor almost sexual. Mike closed his eyes, fighting the moan, the need. When Jessy was done with his right pit, a soft kiss graced his freshly saved skin.

  “Jessy.” He was going to die from needing.

  “What, baby?” Jessy moved to his other pit.

  Mike stretched, the water sliding over his skin. “Hot.”

  He could feel Jessy’s grin against his skin.

  The razor kept moving, tracing his muscles, following his skin. God. Jessy started moaning, the sound making it that much hotter as Jessy shaved his chest, his belly, down toward his cock.

  “Look how eager you are,” murmured Jessy, fingers stroking over his cock as it began to curve up to his belly.

  “I can’t help it.” He needed this like he needed the water.

  “Good.” Jessy was growling again, fingers moving his cock aside as the razor slid down beside it.

  “Don’t cut it off.” He was leaking, aching with need.

  Snorting, Jessy kept shaving, clearly unperturbed. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.”

  “No. No, I don’t think I do.” Still, he had to say.

  His balls were carefully shaved, and then Jessy made short work of his legs.

  “Wh -- what next?”

  “Turn around and bend over. I’ll get your ass.”

  “My ass? You’re not serious.”

  “Just bend over like you’ve been told.”

  “But...” He moved, shivering a little, and bent.

  “There you go.” He could hear Jessy spurt more of the shaving gel out and then hot, sure fingers, rubbed the gel along his crack, sliding over his hole.

  “Jessy.” Oh, fuck.

  “Just relax, baby.”

  Jessy spread his ass cheeks apart with the fingers of one hand, and then the blade carefully shaved around his hole. His mouth opened and closed, his hole clenched. Oh, God.

  “Do you have any idea how much of a turn on this is, baby? Trust is so damn sexy.”

  His cock was fully hard again, leaking, bobbing. Jessy rinsed him off, fingers lingering along his crack, stroking across his hole.

  “Okay, baby. Playroom.”

  “Playroom. God, I want you.” His hole was tingling.

  “Feeling’s mutual.”

  Jessy turned off the shower and tossed a towel at him. “Get yourself dry.”

  He dried off quickly, his freshly shaved skin screaming at him.

  “I’ll cream you up in the playroom,” Jessy told him, proving yet again that Coach saw all, knew all.

  “How do you do that?” He loved it.

  “I take this bottle of body lotion, squirt it in my hand and rub it over your skin.”

  He reached out, pinched Jessy’s nipple, hard. “Ass.”

  “You’re the one who asked!” Jessy laughed and chased him into the playroom, tackling him onto the bed.

  He bounced, wrapping his arms around Jessy’s shoulders on the rebound. Jessy’s mouth covered his, the kiss hard and sure. Sharp teeth nipped at his lips, not quite hard enough to draw blood. He could feel Jessy’s cock, drilling against his thigh, pushing and nudging, over and over.

  “Want you,” growled Jessy, fingers finding his nipples and pinching at least as hard as he’d tweaked Jessy.

  “Yours. You know that.” He had been from the beginning.

  “I know.” Jessy reached for something at the top of the bed, coming up with nipple clamps. Someone had planned ahead.

  Mike twis
ted, groaning low. “No fair.”

  “I never said I was fair.” Jessy’s tongue flicked across his right nipple, making it hard. He knew what was coming next, and sure enough, Jessy put the nipple clamp on him.

  “Fuck!” He reached for it, his nipple burning.

  Jessy grabbed his hand and stretched it up over his head. “Hold onto headboard. With both hands.”

  “Jessy. It burns.” He groaned, fingers moving, hips punching up toward his lover.

  “Yeah, I bet it does.” Jessy tweaked his other nipple, putting the clamp on it as it reacted, reaching up. He was going to beat Jessy with a shovel. After they were done, of course.

  Next, Jessy tugged the wide collar from beneath the pillow, trailing it over his skin. Mike stilled, the touch of that collar still so exciting, so wicked, so forbidden. Jessy moaned softy, mouth sliding on his throat, tongue hot and wet. Mike nodded a little, whimpering, every nerve in his body alive and aware.

  Teeth closing on his skin, Jessy bit and sucked, working up a mark Mike knew he’d be able to feel the collar rubbing against.

  “Love you.” He whispered the words, stretched out long and hungry.

  Groaning, Jessy let his skin go, tongue sliding over the mark, pressing against it and making it ache. “Love you, baby.”

  “I know.” He wrapped one leg around Jessy’s, squeezing.

  Jessy rubbed against him as the collar was tied around his throat and drawn tight. He started panting, his excitement bubbling in him.

  Jessy’s eyes met his and strong fingers slid over his chest. “Hmm... you need that cream.” Grinning suddenly, Jessy climbed off the bed.

  “Bastard.” His hands opened, fingers letting go of the headboard.

  “I didn’t say you could let go, baby.” Jessy poked through the wardrobe and came up with a bottle of body lotion.

  “You’re making me nuts, Jessy.”

  “Oh, good. It’s working.” Jessy grabbed a thick dildo out of the wardrobe and hefted it before shaking his head and putting it back.

  “What are you looking for?” His hole twitched.

  “Oh, I thought I wanted to fill you with a plug or something, but I think I’d rather just fill you with me.” Jessy turned so he had an excellent view of the hard prick.