Personal Best: Going for the Gold Page 5

  The moan that split the air was sweet as anything, the way those long thighs shook sweeter still. He hummed, going all the way down, swallowing around the tip of Mike's cock. It felt fucking fine inside his mouth, hot and salty and good.

  It didn't take long, the cries filling the air, Mike arching and shooting into his mouth. He kept sucking, hand sliding along Mike's balls. Mike tasted good, male and sweet and salt, just the barest bit bitter.

  Jessy finally pulled off and slowly trailed up to Mike's mouth, sharing the kid's own flavor with him. Mike watched him with stunned eyes, their lips clinging together.

  He settled back next to Mike, hand stroking the sweet belly.

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome.” He grinned and kissed Mike again. “Anytime. Well. As long as it isn't within a week of a meet."

  Mike chuckled. “I'll just have to jack off and remember. Lots."

  He growled softly. “Jacking off is still sex, baby."

  "Oh, now. A guy can't go without tugging off.” Mike cuddled, almost purring.

  "You can sure as hell try.” He grinned suddenly. “And now, I'll know, too."

  "I'm sneaky.” Mike licked his smile.

  He laughed. “Thanks for the tip."

  "You saved my birthday. It had been going downhill fast."

  "Oh, we couldn't have that.” He nuzzled Mike's neck again. “You smell good."

  "Mmm ... That feels good."

  He licked, taking the flavor of Mike into himself. He had that taste locked in now, would recognize it anywhere. “You're a sensual boy, aren't you?"

  "Am I? I just like the way you make me feel."

  He nodded. “It was a compliment, Mike. Just nod and say yes, sir."

  Mike nodded. “Yes, Jess."

  Laughing, he nibbled at Mike's ear. “That'll do."

  Mike's laughter was low, sensual, and unconsciously sexy.

  His cock throbbed and went from half hard to seriously interested. And he wasn't a young man anymore—testament to Mike's sex appeal. Thank God he didn't have to fight it anymore.

  Mike's hand dropped down, fingers stroking and petting his prick.

  Groaning, he pushed into the touch. “Damn, Mike. You're inspiring."

  "I try.” Mike watched, eyes warm, curious.

  "Feels good. Don't stop."

  He let his own hands wander, going back to see if Mike was still as sensitive in his nipples as he'd been to start with, see if stroking Mike's belly still made it ripple. Mike's cheek ended up on his shoulder, arms protecting those sensitive little nipples.

  He chuckled, the sound turning into a moan as Mike's thumb brushed the tip of his cock. “You know that just makes them more tempting, don't you?"

  "They ... I didn't think they were supposed to feel so much."

  "Has no one ever touched them, Mike?” he asked, suddenly wondering just how experienced the kid was.

  "Not really.” Mike met his eyes, pinking just a little. “Seemed sort of a girly thing, you know? And the couple of guys I dated were ... well, they had girls on the side, you know?"

  He growled a little, pissed off on Mike's behalf. The kid deserved someone full-time, someone who cared and wanted to make Mike fly. “So you just jacked each other off, or what?” His fingers worked their way beneath Mike's arm, sliding across the hard little nubs.

  Mike twisted, slid against him, hand tightening. “Yeah, pretty much. I've sucked a couple times."

  "I bet you're great at sucking,” he murmured. “Awesome breath control."

  Mike blushed dark. “I did it under water once. Wicked."

  A shudder went through him. “Oh, I bet. Damn."

  He met Mike's mouth, rolling on top of Mike, pushing into the warm hand that held his cock. Mike groaned, opened right up, purring for him, hand pumping. He wrapped his own hand around Mike's prick, returning the favor, tongue plunging into the sweetness of Mike's mouth.

  So eager, so hard again, just driving into his hand.

  He wondered for a second if this was going to tire the kid out, but then nothing mattered but driving his cock through Mike's hand, feeling that long prick slide against his own palm and the taste as he plundered Mike's mouth. Mike lasted longer this time, pushing, moaning into his lips.

  It was good; bodies working together toward the same goal, it was more than good. He moved them faster, the pleasure making his balls draw up tight against his body. Mike's fingers squeezed tight, insisting, so good.

  He cried out, the sound muffled by Mike's mouth, spunk flying from his prick, the push through Mike's hand suddenly easy and smooth. Mike tumbled right after, entire body shaking, slumping to the mattress.

  He let Mike take his weight as he caught his breath and then slid to the side, utterly wrung out. He lay on his back and tugged Mike over, head on his shoulder. It felt good to hold a lover again. Good to hold this lover for the first time.

  Mike cuddled in, already sound asleep, no fussing, no tossing, just gone.

  He smiled, maybe even purred a little with satisfaction.

  There were a lot of reasons why this was a bad idea, starting with him being the coach and Mike being his swimmer. There was only one compelling reason why it wasn't a bad idea, but it kind of trumped everything else.

  It felt right.

  * * * *

  Mike woke up in the guest room with Jessy stretched beside him. It was still dark when he slipped out of the bed to pee.

  Oh. Oh, man.

  Ow.

  Okay.

  Ow.

  He pissed and took four aspirin and a hot shower before heading down to the pool for his middle-of-the-night swim, which took the place of his before-breakfast swim.

  The water was cold and man, his abs and groin were pissed at having to move—well, they were going to have to. He wasn't having Coach say he couldn't handle shit.

  He had no clue how long he'd been out, though he'd put in his fifty laps of all his strokes and was just going, working the kinks out of his muscles, when a long body dove through the water and slid next to him.

  Oh. Oops.

  He kept going, moving nice and steady. Coach hadn't told him he couldn't swim at night.

  Not yet.

  They swam a few lengths together before Coach's hand slid along his back and they stopped at the end of the pool, hanging off the edge.

  "You do this often?"

  He nodded. “When I wake up at night."

  Coach didn't look overly happy. “You need your sleep, Mike."

  "I don't sleep sound a lot.” He stretched, twisting.

  Coach shook his head. “Four orgasms and you don't sleep through the night. You're something else.""

  He winked. “I had to pee."

  That had Coach laughing, one hand sliding on his shoulder. “Come back to bed, Mike. Let me give you a reason to stay there."

  He nodded, brushing up against Jessy and hugging him before sliding out of the pool, shivering in the wind.

  "Want a shower to warm up first?” Jessy asked, hurrying him inside.

  "T ... took one before I went out.” Mike grinned at Jessy and winked again. “How many a day am I allowed?"

  "That depends on how you feel about making love in the shower.” Jessy's blue eyes were trained on him, looking into him and full of heat.

  "Oh, I bet I'm way in favor of it."

  "Let's go find out.” Jessy grabbed his hand and tugged gently, pulling him up the stairs and into the bathroom in the master suite.

  Jessy's bathroom was warm, done in dark blues and greens, with a huge tub. It felt real, homey, comfortable. Jessy turned on the water and tugged him into the spray, closing the shower curtain and enclosing them in a warm, dark place.

  "Oh...” He cuddled in, the happy sound that escaped him echoing.

  Jessy hummed, hands sliding over him, slick with soap, cleaning him. Oh, that was like magic. He purred, rubbing them together, the steam and the dark making everything so erotic.

  "See? You're a sensua
list.” Jessy's voice was low, quiet, thrumming through him.

  "Uh-huh.” Like he was going to argue when everything felt so good.

  Jessy's fingers slid over his ass, tips teasing along his crease as their fronts rubbed together, hard cock on hard cock. His nerves, still so awake, so sensitive, made him jerk, shiver.

  That made Jessy moan. “So sexy, baby. You make me want like nothing ever."

  Oh.

  Oh.

  He lifted his face for a kiss. Please.

  Jessy gave it to him, mouth dropping onto his, tongue pushing in, want clear and sure. He opened wide, let Jessy have him, let Jessy in. Jessy's finger slid inside his ass, movement echoing Jessy's tongue. His breath caught in his chest, nerves awake and so easily aroused. A soft sound of pleasure filled the shower, Jessy moaning or whimpering.

  Oh, he did like making love in the shower. Hell, yes.

  Jessy rubbed against him, their cocks sliding together.

  Jessy was hot, slick. Wet. Perfect. “So good."

  "Yeah.” Jessy made another noise and rubbed hard, fingers searching for his nipples as the kisses grew deeper.

  Mike gasped, going up on his toes for a second. “Oh!"

  "Oh, yeah, love how sensitive you are.” Jessy tweaked one nipple and tugged gently on the other, that finger inside him working faster.

  "Gonna. Gonna come again. Oh. Damn."

  "That's the idea, baby.” Jessy growled and rubbed harder, faster, their cocks sliding together so hot and hard and good.

  He bucked, coming hard, his cry loud and happy.

  Jessy groaned. “Baby...” Then heat splashed against his belly, soon taken away by the water as Jessy stilled against him.

  Oh, wow. He leaned in, breathing hard. Wow.

  Jessy's finger slid out of him, the strong arms wrapping around him. “Come to bed with me, Mike?"

  He nodded, just cuddling right in like he belonged there. “Yes, please."

  "Good."

  Jessy turned off the shower and wrapped him in a towel, took one for himself, and in no time they were lying on Jessy's big king-sized bed.

  "Wake me if you're up before seven."

  He curled close and yawned, settling in. “Will. Night."

  "Night, baby,” murmured Jessy.

  The beat of Jessy's heart was steady, solid, and it sent him right to sleep, quiet and still.

  Chapter Four

  Jessy made avocado and bean sprout sandwiches on twelve grain bread for lunch. There was apple juice and Evian water already on the counter. Evian wanted to sponsor Mike, and they'd sent over a couple dozen boxes worth of bottles. There were worse companies to be associated with.

  Mike was just finishing up his laps and had a free afternoon scheduled and Jessy was hoping they could spend it together. Watching movies, going for a spin on Mike's Bonzo ... making love some more. Christ, he felt like a teenager.

  Mike bounced up the stairs, all smiles, hair sticking up all over. “Oooh. Sandwiches. I'm starving! Can we have tomato on them, too?"

  He grinned, trying not to be obvious as he looked Mike over. “Sure thing."

  He bent and pulled a tomato out of the crisper. He heard Mike's chuckle about a second before those hands landed on his ass. Grinning, he pushed back into Mike's hands. Well maybe he could be obvious after all.

  "Mmm. Pretty.” Mike leaned down, kissed the small of his back. “Is there hummus for ‘em, too, Coach? Breakfast didn't stick to my ribs today."

  He stood, frowning. “You threw up?” He pulled the hummus out of the door and took a couple tortillas to warm up for dipping.

  "Huh? Nope.” He got a grin and a kiss. “Just really hungry. Stomach was growling that last fifty."

  "All the extra activity,” he suggested with a wink.

  "You know it.” Mike wiggled for him, grinning ear-to-ear. “Hell of a new workout."

  Jessy couldn't help grinning back, responding to that happy look. “You've got a free afternoon,” he noted.

  "I do. You do, too?” Mike sliced up the tomato, adding it and a huge spoonful of hummus to his sandwich.

  He nodded. “I'm pretty much free when you are. Makes it easier."

  "Cool.” Mike dug in, eyes shining over at him. “We could go to the movies. Go shoot pool.” The grin widened. “Stay home and make love..."

  He grinned back, putting another slice of avocado into his own sandwich. “I could go for any of those. You got a preference?” Look at him, all casual like he didn't want to jump the kid's bones right there, right now.

  "Well, duh.” Mike chuckled. “I mean, movies and pool are cool, Jessy, but way not you."

  He just beamed, pleased as punch. “You make an old man feel good, Mike."

  "You're not old. Eat before the green stuff gets slimy."

  He grinned and started eating. He sure didn't feel old around Mike.

  Mike ate heartily, chattering idly as two and a half sandwiches disappeared. He wolfed his own down, less because he was hungry than because he wanted to be done with lunch, wanted to get on with their afternoon off.

  "So. What do you want to do?” Mike took his plate, rinsed both of them off, and shoved them in the dishwasher.

  "I imagine the same thing you do, baby.” Was that his voice? All growls and want?

  "Oh. Yeah. I meant more sort of where, yeah?” Mike was panting, nodding.

  He grinned. “Anywhere. Your bed, my bed, the kitchen floor."

  "Your bed. It's soft.” Those eyes twinkled. “And it smells like you."

  Bam. There went his cock. “Christ, kid. You say stuff like that and I will take you on the floor."

  "It's true.” Mike stayed just out of his reach. “It's so good. Rich and strong and ... Wow."

  Grinning, he started to stalk the kid, letting Mike stay ahead of him, leading them upstairs. Mike was playing, teasing, shaking it for him. He'd be damned if he'd had this much fun in ages.

  He grabbed for that fine ass as they crossed the threshold to his room. Mike squeaked, shivering for him, pressing back into his hands.

  "You make me want, baby."

  "I do? Just me?” Those brown eyes looked back at him, wanton, warm.

  "Just you.” He kissed Mike hard, gazing into those brown eyes.

  Mike groaned, eyes wide. One hand reached back, cupping his jaw, deepening the kiss. He moaned into it, pressing against Mike. Wanting so hard. Mike turned, sliding against him, that hard long cock rubbing his thigh. He walked Mike back toward the bed, devouring the sweet mouth.

  "Want you. Really, really.” Mike tugged his shirt up, fingers sliding over his skin.

  "I know the feeling.” He didn't have much to do to get Mike naked, just push the swimming trunks down and he had warm, naked flesh in his hands.

  Mike pressed against him, holding on tight, little nipples hard against his chest.

  "So sexy.” He slid his hands over Mike, one moving between them to play with the sensitive nipples, to tweak and tease.

  "Mmm ... no touching. They're so sensitive..."

  He chuckled. “That's hardly going to make me want to stop."

  Mike grinned, fingers covering those pretty nipples. “No touching."

  He pouted. “Maybe I should tie you down and then I can touch them as much as I want."

  He saw Mike's cock jerk. “T-that's a cute pout."

  "Yeah? Maybe I should use it on your nipples.” He filed away Mike's reaction to his suggestion that he tie Mike up as he bent his head and licked at one hard little point.

  "Oh. Oh.” Mike moaned, fingers tangling in his hair.

  He wrapped his lips around Mike's nipple and tugged, his hands sliding around Mike's waist and holding onto the long body. Mike shivered, cock leaking against him.

  "Bed,” he growled, pushing gently.

  "Uh-huh.” Fuck, the kid was pure sex.

  He pulled off his jeans and climbed up onto the bed, going to town on Mike's nipples, licking and sucking and moaning. Mike pressed closer, then twisted away whe
n things got too intense. He licked the closest flesh he was left with, Mike's side, just below his ribs.

  Mike giggled, squeaked. Laughing, Jessy tickled with his chin, loving the happy sounds. Mike wrapped around his head, so happy, so hot.

  He shifted to that sweet belly, tongue tracing the six pack, sliding through Mike's navel.

  "Mmm ... so warm. So soft.” Mike's chuckles turned to moans.

  "And hot,” he murmured, turning his head to rub his cheek against Mike's cock, its heat like a fire.

  "Uh-huh...” Mike's thighs spread, so long, so open.

  He settled between them, licking at Mike's belly, cock, balls, taking his time exploring. Mike, as impatient in this as in everything, moved restlessly, moaning for him. He slid his hand up, fingers playing with those sweet little nipples to distract Mike.

  "Oh. Jess. That. Uh. Oh."

  He chuckled and took one of Mike's balls into his mouth, sucking vigorously. Mike's shoulders left the pillows, those dark eyes huge. He hummed around the sweet nut in his mouth and slowly released it to give the other one the same treatment.

  "Oh. Jess. I. That's huge.” Mike shook, gasped. “Huge."

  He hummed again, fingers sliding over Mike's skin as he sucked.

  Mike pulled away, gasping. “Damn. Oh, damn. You're something else."

  "Where are you going?” he asked, thinking that the tying the kid down thing was looking more and more like a good option.

  "It's ... I mean, you. Your mouth. Damn."

  "Christ, you're cute when you're incoherent.” He grinned and then shifted, taking Mike's cock into his mouth, going all the way down on it just to hear the reaction.

  "Jess!” Mike pushed up, ass bouncing on the bed.

  He chuckled and put a hand on each of Mike's hips, pressing the kid back down into the mattress as his head started bobbing over the long cock. Mike met each thrust, body just pushing, stomach gone tight.

  He slid one finger into his mouth along with Mike's cock, slicking it up just a little. Mike's head fell back, long throat working. He let his finger slide out and teased the hot, little hole, grunting a bit when Mike bore down and just swallowed his finger up. Fuck, that eagerness was heady, addictive.

  "So good. Shit. Jessy. So good. Don't stop.” Mike squeezed his finger, cock throbbing.