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  “Next time I’ll check, and we’ll walk if they can’t manage even a few pieces of fruit for you.” Jessy held a hand out to him.

  Mike reached up, grabbed Jessy’s hand. “I didn’t bitch.”

  “You should have let me know. It’s not bitching to expect decent food to eat.” Jessy tugged him up and close, body warm in contrast to the feeling of the breeze against his wet skin.

  “Uh-huh.” What was the point? Jessy had said that was the last one, right?

  “Now you’re just humoring me.” Jessy bent and licked the water from his collarbone.

  “Am I?” His eyes crossed. He wasn’t sure about that. Of course he wasn’t too sure about anything when Jessy did stuff like that.

  Jessy’s teeth followed the path his tongue had travelled.

  “Jessy...” Mike arched, rubbing into Jessy.

  “Thought you were hungry.” Jessy gave him a wicked grin.

  “Uh-huh.” Starving.

  “In we go then.”

  “In?” He grabbed Jessy, kissed the man with all he had.

  Jessy kissed him back, tongue sliding against his. “In, you know. Kitchen, bedroom, whichever hunger’s bigger.”

  “Uh-huh.” He wasn’t paying attention to anything but the kisses.

  He heard Jessy’s soft chuckle, felt it vibrate inside his mouth.

  Laughing at him. Butthead.

  He only realized they’d been moving when they got inside and the breeze cut out. Wow. That was pretty damned cool, really. Jessy was like magic, like the water.

  “Grab a power bar as we go by, baby.”

  “Uh-huh.” He snatched a chocolate peanut butter one off a bowl on the counter. Jessy kept walking him toward the stairs.

  He snarfed the chocolate down in a couple of bites, following along. Jessy held his hand all the way upstairs and by-passed their bedroom, going to the playroom instead.

  Oh. Oh, they hadn’t played in weeks. Between training and dog and pony-ing it for the sponsors...

  Jessy tugged him into the room, mouth descending on his the moment they crossed the threshold. He moaned, pushed up against Jessy’s heat, their still-slick skin sliding. One hand landed on his ass and squeezed, the other wrapped in his hair and tugged his head back, deepening the kiss.

  Oh, damn. Mike shook, opening up for the kiss.

  Jessy moved them, turning him toward the bed. “Fucking love you, baby.”

  “I know.” He did. That was the easy part of life.

  Jessy smiled at him and then took his mouth again, kissing him breathless. His suit was stripped off, Jessy baring him to those hands.

  “Sexy baby.” Jessy rolled his balls and stroked his cock.

  He went up on tiptoe, calves hitting the mattress. Jessy pushed him, sending him back onto the bed. He plopped down, chuckling as he bounced. Grinning, Jessy went over to the shelves where their toys lived.

  Mike ran his hands down over his body, stretching out. Jessy grabbed the collar, tossing it over onto the bed next to him, followed quickly by a thick leather sheath for his cock. His fingers touched his collar, his cock continuing to fill. A thick, ribbed dildo landed beside him.

  “That’s huge.” Fuck yes.

  “Hopefully it’ll be big enough for my size queen.”

  “Size queen? Me?” He dared to bat his eyelashes at Mike like some virginal Southern Belle.

  “No, the guy in the other bedroom.” Jessy came back to kneel on the bed by him.

  Mike stuck his tongue out at Jessy, fighting the laughter. Lips twisting, Jessy grabbed his tongue between two fingers.

  “Thath by tug.”

  “What was that?” Jessy asked, lips twitching harder.

  Mike pulled back. “That was my tongue.”

  “Thank you Mr. Stating the Obvious.” Jessy grinned at him, happiness just rolling off the man.

  He snorted, rolled his eyes playfully. “It goes along with I want a Dr. Pepper, you’re a hardass, and I swim a lot.”

  “You? Swim a lot? Now there’s something I didn’t know.” Jessy stripped out of his swimsuit and pounced on Mike.

  He laughed happily, diving into the kiss, both of them rolling together on the mattress. Jessy felt so good against him, their legs tangling as they moved together, skin warm and smooth. He’d missed this -- touching and laughing, lounging.

  Jessy’s fingers found his nipples, teasing them with gentle, then sharper touches. Tiny sounds escaped him, his heart beating a little faster as they started to get really turned on.

  He could feel Jessy searching blindly for the lube at the top of the bed, heard the grunt of triumph that meant Jessy’d found it. Mike grinned, nibbled at Jessy’s jaw, his fingers on Jessy’s cock, balls. Jessy felt good to him, heavy and full, heated. Jessy turned and bit at his chin. The pop of the lid on the tube opening was loud, full of promise.

  “Jessy...” He moaned, pushed closer, bit back.

  “Right here, baby. Time to make you fly.” Jessy’s fingers slid over his prick, all slick and slippery. Jessy rubbed his thumb across the head and then moved down to fondle Mike’s balls. Mike spread, offering himself right up.

  Jessy’s moan vibrated against his jaw, and then two fingers pushed at his hole. He bore down, took Jessy in, toes curling.

  “God, that’s hot.” Jessy curled his fingers, found his gland.

  His shoulders left the mattress, his belly going tight. Jessy kept pressing against that spot, sensation zinging through him. He grabbed his knees, pulled out and back.

  “Fuck yes, baby.” Jessy pushed a third finger in, spreading them, stretching him wide.

  “Need.” Fuck, that was good. Solid.

  “I know. I’ve got a nice thick dildo here for you.” Jessy grabbed it with his free hand, put it on Mike’s belly. “Lube it up, baby.”

  “Huh?” He reached for the lube, and Jessy handed it over.

  “The dildo, make it slippery, baby.”

  “Uh-huh.” His eyes crossed as Jessy pegged his gland again. Jessy kept alternating between stretching and banging that little place inside him.

  Mike got the fake cock lubed up, fingers shaking just a little bit. Jessy kept working his hole, fingers moving slowly, almost lazily.

  “So good.” He lived for Jessy’s touch.

  Jessy licked his hip. “You got that good and slick?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Jessy held out a hand for it, the fingers inside him still working. He handed it over, beginning to pant a little. Jessy licked his balls next, then the long fingers slid out of him.

  “Jess...” He arched, body reaching for his lover.

  “Right here, baby.” Jessy stroked his prick a few times, and then pressed the lubed dildo against his hole. “You want it?”

  “Uh-huh.” He pushed down, taking it.

  “Greedy.” Jessy helped, pushing in.

  “Uh-huh. Need.”

  “I’ve got what you need.” Jessy pulled the dildo back out, and then pushed it back in again.

  “Always.” Damn, that was big.

  Jessy pulled it out again, twisting it. Then in again. Then out. Then in. He met Jessy’s rhythm, riding the cock, body singing. Jessy’s free hand wrapped around his cock, palm dragging along it.

  “Yes...” He licked his lips, bucking.

  “No coming, baby.”

  “Jessy!” He loved this part.

  Jessy chuckled and squeezed the head of his cock. “No coming.”

  His knees drew up tighter, his toes curled. Jessy leaned to the side and kissed his foot. The dildo stilled, settled inside him and Jessy worked the cock sheath on. Mike moaned, twisted toward Jessy’s mouth. Licking from his ankle, Jessy moved steadily moved up his leg. Mike rocked down, rocking the fake cock inside him.

  “Swimming through the air,” mutte
red Jessy.

  “Uh-huh. Everything should be water.”

  Jessy chuckled, the sound sweet and easy. A soft, sucking kiss found the tip of his cock, Jessy’s tongue playing with his slit.

  “Uhn. Jessy, damn.”

  Jessy smiled and let his prick slide away. Soft kisses dropped over his abdomen, scattered and warm. Mike moaned, stretching up and up on the mattress, his back popping. When Jessy got to Mike’s nipples, he paused and glanced up, eyes wicked. Mike looked at Jessy, lips twisting.

  Then Jessy grinned, and it was the only warning he got before his nipple was taken into that hot mouth, Jessy’s teeth closing around the tip and biting.

  “Yes!” His hips rolled down, riding the dildo hard, his fingers tangling in Jessy’s hair.

  Jessy alternated sucking and licking with biting, his nipple swelling up hard.

  “Gonna bruise.” Oh, god. Jessy was marking him. That meant no commercials, not for a few days.

  “Yep. The games start in three weeks. You’ll heal up by then.” Jessy moved to the other nipple.

  “Yeah. Yeah. More.”

  Jessy kept sucking and biting, bruising his left nipple to match the right. Meanwhile, one of Jessy’s hands grabbed his hip, thumb pressing hard enough it was going to leave a bruise there, too.

  “Fuck.” He groaned, twisted, his heart beating fast.

  “Reminding you who you belong to.”

  “I know.” He believed it.

  Jessy picked up the collar and handed it to him. “Put it on. Loosely.”

  He groaned, fingers sliding on the collar, eyes rolling a little.

  Jessy kept touching him, one hand running over his chest, the other teasing his prick through the leather sheath, holding it long enough he could feel the heat of Jessy’s hand. Then Jessy slipped his hand down, rolling Mike’s balls.

  Mike got the collar on, swallowing hard, the tiny pressure on his throat erotic as fuck.

  “Fucking sexy, baby.” Jessy’s fingers traced the collar, pushing against his skin.

  “Want you.” He arched, bucking a little.

  “I know.” Jessy tightened the collar, just a little. “Want your mouth first.”

  “Uh-huh.” He could so do that.

  Jessy climbed up his body, knees bracketing his head, putting Jessy’s thick cock right there at his mouth. Mike opened and Jessy pushed in, filling him up, filling him deep. Jessy grabbed onto the headboard and began to rock, prick sliding almost out of his mouth before pushing back in. Mike took every inch, hungry for the thick prick.

  Moving slowly at first, Jessy picked up speed as he sucked harder, wanting more. Jessy’s fingers played with the collar at his throat, and he groaned, pulling hard. The collar tightened a little, and Jessy’s prick cut off his air for a moment as Jessy shifted and pushed in hard, deeper.

  His cock went even harder, and his eyes rolled. Fuck. Please. Yes.

  Jessy pulled out, all the way out this time. “I want to come inside you, Mike. I want to put a plug in after and have you hold me inside all night.”

  “Jessy!” He pushed up, almost knocking Jessy down.

  Jessy’s hands grabbed onto his shoulders, as Jessy steadied himself. “Whoa, careful.”

  “Sorry. Sorry, need you. Fuck.”

  “I know. You’ll have me. Impatient baby.” Jessy kissed him and climbed off the bed. “Need that plug. Something big, I think. Long and wide. Something you’ll feel all day, even after it comes out.”

  He reached down, jacked himself hard, a few strokes. Even with the leather sheath around him it felt good.

  “Baby.” There was a warning in Jessy’s voice.

  His body went tight, arching at that tone.

  “Hands off that pretty cock.” Jessy grabbed a huge -- like really, really enormous -- plug and came back to the bed.

  “Jessy. Damn.” His body clenched around the cock holding him open.

  “It’ll be the last time you’re plugged until after the Olympics. I want to make sure you don’t forget the feeling.”

  “I won’t. I won’t. Fuck.” He was going to come. Sheath or not, orders or not, he was going to fucking come.

  Jessy climbed back on the bed and grabbed his balls, tugged them, twisted a little. “You’re coming on my cock, not before.”

  He cried out, legs bending. “Fuck!”

  “In a minute, baby.” Jessy, still holding onto his balls, bent and kissed him, tongue sweeping into his mouth.

  He sobbed into the kiss, just letting himself lose it, letting Jessy have him. The kiss went on until he was breathless, gasping for air as Jessy’s lips finally left his.

  “Please.” He had no idea what he was begging for.

  “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” Literally. Jessy squeezed his balls, far more gently this time, and settled between his legs.

  “Love you.” His legs moved restlessly.

  “I know.”

  Jessy grabbed the bottom of the dildo and tugged on it, pulling it out almost excruciatingly slowly. His body followed the tug, fighting to keep it in. Bending, Jessy licked at his right nipple, tongue pressing hard enough to make the bruise ache. He shivered, gooseflesh covering his body.

  Jessy kept tugging on the dildo, and it finally slipped out of him as Jessy moved to bite at his other nipple, this ache much sharper.

  “Help me. Help me, Jessy. Please.” He needed. So fucking badly.

  “Patience, baby.” The heat of Jessy’s cock pressed against him, pushed into him, but so slowly.

  “Patience.” He was going to scream.

  “That’s right.” Jessy smiled down at him, still not all the way inside him.

  He squeezed Jessy’s cock, hard. Moaning, Jessy stilled.

  “Love you.” He squeezed again.

  “Love you, baby.” Jessy was finally all the way in, filling him so deep.

  Mike took a deep, deep breath, nodded. Love. He knew this feeling deep in his heart, in his soul.

  Bending in, Jessy took his mouth, hips beginning to move, sliding that hard cock in and out. His body rode happily, taking Jessy in, swallowing against his collar. Tongue and cock pushed into him, over and over. Mike flew, spinning, needed so much.

  Jessy gave him a lot, too, moving faster, hitting harder. Then one of Jessy’s hands grabbed the closure of the collar, began to tighten it. He gasped, eyes rolling. Oh, God. Oh, fuck.

  Jessy kept tightening the collar, eyes on his. He reached for Jessy, the world tightening to just them. Jessy’s gaze held his, the hard cock driving into him over and over. Sparkles glimmered around the edges of his vision.

  The collar tightened more, and Jessy whispered in his ear. “Love you, baby.”

  He sobbed and came, pouring himself out for his lover.

  “Mike.” Jessy groaned, heat filling him inside.

  The collar loosened, and he sucked in a breath. Jessy pressed kisses along his collarbone, body warm and solid over him.

  “Love.” He moaned, melted into the mattress.

  A low groan sounded, and Jessy slid out of him, pushing the plug in immediately. It was huge, stretching him wider even than Jessy’s prick. Mike keened, shoulders rolling up off the bed.

  “I’ve got you, baby.”

  “Love.” He was so close to totally overwhelmed.

  The sheath was taken off his cock, the collar left on his neck, but loose, and Jessy lay next to him, wrapping around him. He pushed in against Jessy, eyes squeezed shut.

  “Fuck, I needed that,” muttered Jessy, hand sliding to settle on his ass.

  “Uh-huh. Needed. Stay.”

  Jessy chuckled sleepily. “Not going anywhere, baby. Neither are you. No laps until after eight a.m.”

  “Eight...” He couldn’t wait that long, could he? Oh. Sleeping. Sleeping. Warm. Happy. Full. Yeah.


  He loved his life.

  ***

  Mike didn’t stir until shortly after eight a.m. Jessy grinned, gave himself props, slapped Mike’s ass, and rolled over to go back to sleep. He woke again at nine, on his own this time, and headed downstairs after taking care of business in the bathroom.

  It was the first day of their last push to be ready for the Olympics, and he checked the calendar for the schedule he’d made and put together a smoothie for his baby. The hour of laps was a good warm up, and he could go out and focus on refining Mike’s strokes for twenty minutes or so before he made Mike get out of the water and drink down the smoothie.

  The phone rang, but he ignored it, letting the machine pick it up; they were not available anymore and wouldn’t be until after Mike’s races for gold.

  He headed out into the sunshine, eyes going immediately to the pool. Mike moved through the water like a seal, totally at home in his own skin. Jessy spent ten minutes just watching, the pure joy of it touching him inside and spreading through him.

  Then he went to the side of the pool and sat, dangling his feet so Mike would see him.

  Mike took another five laps before acknowledging him. “Coach. Morning.”

  He splashed Mike. “Brat,” he accused fondly.

  Mike grinned at him, winked. “Yours.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” He reached for his boy and took a quick good-morning kiss. “You still wearing your plug?”

  Mike shook his head. “I couldn’t do it and swim with good form. Besides, we can’t play anymore. You said.”

  He nodded. He had said so. “We can’t. You have three weeks. It’s the perfect amount of time.” They’d been down this road before; they both knew what Mike needed in order to be at his peak during the race for the gold.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I need my coach right now, not my lover.”

  “Maybe a little bit of your lover.” He leaned in and took another kiss, just a soft one.

  “Maybe. We’ll see.” Mike met his eyes. “No more commercials, right? A week here, then we go and train there?”

  “No more commercials. No interviews until you’ve swum your races.” Nothing would get between Mike and his swimming for the next three weeks, Jessy would see to it.