by Sean Michael
“I want to put Mr. Bubble in the hot tub and soak.”
He laughed. “Gonna gum up the works if we’re not careful.”
“We don’t have to put much.”
He nodded. “I wasn’t vetoing the idea. Just reminding.”
Mike grinned, his lover’s natural mischief appearing. “Cool. Mmm. Hot-tubbing.”
He couldn’t help grinning back, Mike’s easy smile infectious. “Gonna ride me?”
“Ride ’em, cowboy?” Mike pinked, bit his bottom lip.
He purred. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s right.” He could feel his cock pushing at his jeans. Damn, Mike had his ticket, even if the kid didn’t always know it.
“Uh-huh. Sounds perfect.” Mike’s dark eyes met his. “Love when you’re inside me.”
He nodded. “Was made for you, baby. Made to mold you and make you and send you flying.”
Mike stood, moved over to straddle his lap. “Yeah. Yeah.”
He reached around for Mike’s ass, squeezed, making a face at the cold swim trunks. “These need to come off before you catch cold.”
Mike rose up, let him pull the trunks away. There were still too many layers between them, but at least now he had direct access to Mike’s skin and took full advantage.
Mike wiggled, pushed into his hands. “Mmm, warm.”
“I’ve got something for you that’ll make my hands feel cold.”
“Promise?”
“Christ yes, baby.” He pushed up against Mike, letting his trapped erection drag along Mike’s skin.
“Oh. Oh, yeah.” Mike rubbed against him, hips just rocking.
He groaned, feeling the zipper digging into his cock, needing skin on skin. Mike reached down, unzipped him, wrapped strong fingers around his cock. “Yes. Baby. Oh.” He pushed up along Mike’s palm, eyes locked with Mike’s dark ones.
“Love you. So hot.” Mike started pumping.
“You, too, baby.” He took Mike’s cock and pushed it into Mike’s hand with his own, encouraged more pumping. “Together.”
“Uh-huh.” Mike nodded, leaned down to kiss him hard, hand working them.
He opened his mouth, letting Mike in, putting his hands back on that sweet ass, just holding on as Mike sent them flying. They jerked and slid together, kitchen chair keeping them up. It was fucking good to just lose himself in Mike, in how they felt and moved together, to drown in something essential and necessary.
Mike’s tongue was hot and mobile, setting his mouth on fire, setting his passion on fire. Mike held his head in place, tonguefucking him, jacking him, driving him higher and higher. He tightened his grip on Mike’s hips, his body bucking up into Mike’s first. He was fucking close. Mike sucked his tongue in, pulling hard, heat pouring over his cock.
Jessy moaned loudly, jerking as his own come shot out of his cock, his pleasure like a bullet through his body.
“Oh, baby.” He wrapped his arm around Mike’s waist, holding.
“Mmm. Yeah. Yeah, Jess.” Mike cuddled, nodded.
He slid his hands up and down Mike’s back, the skin smooth and warm beneath his fingertips. Who needed the hot tub? Hell, who needed the bed? They did just fine in a kitchen chair. Grinning, he bent and licked at Mike’s neck, breathing in chlorine and come and his Mike.
“Love you.” Mike hummed, stroking Jessy’s head with his fingers.
He nodded. Yeah. He nuzzled into Mike’s touch. “You too, baby.”
“Oh, good.” Mike smiled, purring.
“You’ve got one more meet before the Nationals. Only a few more weeks before we’re cut off ’til that meet.” Though they might have to rescind that rule. Nothing refocused Mike and reset him back to good better than being sent flying. “You gonna blow them away, baby?”
“Uh-huh. We gonna spend a lot of time in bed over the next few weeks?” Like they needed the excuse.
“Except for practice, yeah.” He groaned as he realized the chair was digging into him. Seemed he could find a reason for the hot tub after all.
“Sounds perfect—” Mike jumped as a car backfired out on their street.
He soothed Mike with his hands on that warm skin, petting gently. “I was thinking we could get the security system upgraded.”
“Yeah? I don’t want to be a weenie.”
“You think I’m doing this for you? I’m thinking we need protection for all those gold medals you’re going to win.”
The chuckle let him know he’d said the right thing, Mike leaning into him.
“You wanna bother with the hot tub or just head upstairs? Either way I need to get out of this chair before it’s permanently imprinted on my ass.
“Upstairs works. It’s looking cold and miserable out there.”
He nodded. It was. The kind of day that lent itself to wandering around moping about things like crank mail and creepy. Good thing they had other plans.
Chapter Five
IT WAS cold and dark when he headed downstairs to the pool. A cold front had moved in, bringing wind and rain and ick. It was about time to move it to the UT water, which so sucked.
They were going out today. Twenty-one degrees. Damn. He took a deep breath and dove in. He frowned as something bumped against his leg, something else on his arm. He pulled away, crying out when something sharp hit his face.
He had on a full body suit, water shoes, the whole works, but he was suddenly scared to move, the water black. He never turned the lights on. Never.
“Coach! Jessy!” Everywhere he moved there seemed to be something. “Jessy!”
It felt like forever before the floodlights came up on deck, Jessy butt naked. “Mike. What the—”
“Don’t. There’s… there’s something in the water.” His cheek was bleeding, the drops splashing in the pool, and he wasn’t going to completely freak. He wasn’t. Not. No.
“Fucking shit, it’s glass.” Jess got the bottom cleaner on its long pole and cleared him a path back to the edge of the pool, right there with a hand to help him out.
“Christ. I’m calling the cops. You okay? Hurt anywhere else?” Jessy slid his fingers across Mike’s cheek as he examined the cut. “It doesn’t look too bad.”
“I’m okay. I’m going to take a shower.” He moved away, shaking more than a little. “I’m going inside.”
Jessy nodded and stopped him, pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.”
Mike nodded. No. He wasn’t. Not even a little.
He waited for Jessy to let go and then ran upstairs and stripped before climbing into the shower and turning the hot water on full-blast. He let it pound him, burn his skin. He had no idea how long it had been when Jessy climbed in behind him, strong arms wrapping around him, Jessy’s body pressing up against his.
“Did the police come?”
“Yeah. They’re still down there, waiting on the crime scene people. They’re going to sweep the whole deck area, the fence. At least we know they didn’t get in through the house.” They’d put the new alarm system in yesterday, and the doors and windows were all wired; no way anyone could have gotten in through the house, not without tripping the alarms. “They’re going to want to talk to you, Mike. Before they go.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t see anything. I just dove in. I didn’t see anything at all.”
“I know, baby, but they’re going to need to hear that from you. They’re going to want to ask who you think did it, if anyone has a grudge against you, stuff like that.”
“Okay.” He wasn’t going to fight. It was early, late, something.
“They’re expecting us in twenty minutes.” Jessy dropped his mouth to Mike’s shoulder, licked the water from his skin. “A lot can happen in twenty minutes.”
Mike nodded, head ducked.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on in your head?” Jessy slid his hand over Mike’s shoulders, massaging.
“It’s my birthday.”
“Shit, baby, so it is.” Jessy’s hands squeezed. “Happy birthday,
Mike.”
“Yeah.” He nodded again. “Thanks.”
“Once we get rid of the cops, we can start the day the way I had planned. It’s still pretty damned early.”
“Real early. I’ll drive the bike down to UT to do my laps.”
“No, I’ll drive you. I have the whole day planned. We can start from UT instead of from here.” Jessy dropped kisses on his shoulders. “But first I want to love you.”
“Okay.” He kept bobbing his damned head like one of those stupid dolls, just nodding and nodding.
Jessy growled a little, turning him and pushing him up against the back of the shower. His mouth was taken in a hard, hot kiss.
Oh. His eyes popped open, and he stopped nodding. Jessy’s body pressed up against his, all hot and solid and rubbing him. He rubbed back, heart pounding, sliding his hands up Jessy’s wet arms to tug him closer. Jessy growled softly, knee spreading his legs, one hand on his head, tilting it to deepen their kiss, the other playing with his nipples.
Yes. Please. He arched, rubbing furiously. Jessy’s cock was hot and hard, sliding against his, against his belly, leaving his skin burning. Crying out into Jess’s mouth, he bucked, pushing harder, faster, insisting. Jess dropped his hand to their cocks, wrapping them together and tugging vigorously.
He met Jess’s eyes, groaning, needing so bad.
“Love you, baby,” Jess told him, free arm coming up and settling across his throat, pressing slowly as those blue eyes stared into him.
Oh. He shook, gasping, leaning in, adding to the pressure. Jess growled, the sound low beneath the noise of the shower as Mike’s breath was slowly cut off. The hand on their pricks kept working, kept tugging, the pleasure making sparks fly behind his eyes. He grasped Jess’s arms, eyes wide, hips jerking violently.
“That’s it, baby, just you and me. Not even air matters.”
His eyes rolled, and he shot, heart trip-hammering in his chest. Yes. Yes.
Jess’s hand kept moving on his cock, making him shudder, making him shake as his lungs tried to pull in air that wasn’t there, and then suddenly the pressure started to ease, Jess’s arm moving to slide around him. Mike melted into Jessy’s arms, letting his lover, his rock hold him up.
Jess’s chest vibrated with a growl, Jess holding him close. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Love you, Jess.”
“I know. And I love you, too, yeah?” He was kissed, hard and deep, and then Jessy turned off the shower and got out, tugging him with, and wrapped a towel around his shoulders. “We should go down before they come up looking for you to answer their questions.”
“’Kay. You’ll come with me?” He twined their fingers together, held on.
Jess squeezed his hand. “Just try and stop me.”
“’Kay.” He smiled. “I’m a little wigged, Coach.”
“I’d be worried if you weren’t, kid. This is wiggy stuff. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, though, okay?”
“Okay. I…. How are we going to keep them away? That… the pool… that’s ours.”
“I know. We’ll find a way.” Jess was growling again. “We’ll find a way.”
“’Kay.” He found them both warm sweaters, jeans, socks. The cut on his cheek wasn’t bleeding anymore, just stung.
Jessy got dressed quickly and then gave him a hard hug. “We’re going to talk to the cops, and then we’re going to go to UT and then to celebrate your birthday. I want you to let everything else go, okay? You don’t need to worry about any of this. I will take care of it. All you need to care about is that wall.”
Mike met Jessy’s eyes, nodded. “I’ll try. I will. Promise.”
He didn’t know how, but he’d try.
Chapter Six
DESPITE HOW it had started, Jess thought that so far, Mike’s birthday had been a good day.
After talking to the cops for close to an hour, he’d arranged for one of the men Ken had recommended to come and watch over things as the cops wrapped up.
Diesel, who’d been aptly named, given he was built like a Mack truck, was going to arrange to have their alarm system entirely overhauled to include the deck area and pool. The man was also arranging for twenty-four-hour surveillance on the place. Two men at all times, ready to run in if they were needed.
Jess hadn’t told Mike about that part; there was no reason for the kid to know, to sweat it.
They’d spent most of the day playing laser tag with the members of the UT swim team, followed by a big rowdy meal at Poppa Pizza.
Diesel had welcomed them home when they’d pulled in, explained how the new system worked, and then left, nodding to the car where the detectives watched. Now it was time for a little loving. Okay, a lot of loving. After all, it was Mike’s birthday.
And there was the new toy upstairs, waiting. A sling to hang from the ceiling. He’d put the hooks in himself yesterday while Mike swam laps, and the sling was in a big box in bright paper with a huge bow.
He locked the door, set the alarm, and headed upstairs, Mike’s hand in his.
Mike squeezed his fingers. “Thanks for today, Jess. It’s been fun, and we kicked Jase and Alex’s ass at laser tag.”
“We did indeed. Sometimes it pays to be with the old man.” He winked at Mike.
“No one else I’d rather be with.” Mike leaned.
“Thanks, baby.” He gave Mike a kiss and then led him to the playroom. “Come on, you have one more gift.”
“One more?” Mike grinned when he saw the box. “Oh, cool! What’s in it?”
“Speedos.” He winked and chuckled. “Open it and find out.”
Mike was as eager as a kid, ripping the paper away, pulling the sling out, and looking it over. “Okay. It’s strappy and buckly and cool. What is it?”
He pointed up to the hook in the ceiling. “It hangs up there.”
“Oh.” Mike blinked, working it out and then grinning wide. “You sure those hooks’ll hold you?”
He caught Mike up around the middle, swinging the kid around. “Goofball. Yes, I’m sure they’ll hold you.”
Mike laughed for him, arms around his neck, eyes happy.
“So shall we try it out? Get you all trussed up and set you swinging? I hear it’s close to flying.”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah. I want to try.” Mike nodded, reaching to unbutton his shirt, strip him.
“Mmm. Right answer.” He returned the stripping favor, tugging at Mike’s clothes to reveal Mike’s long body.
Mike was hard for him, eager, playing along and relaxing.
“What do you think, baby? Clamps and a cock ring? Maybe that thick leather collar that tightens? And then we set you swinging.” He was hard, too, and eager. Christ, Mike still made him feel like a teenager.
“Oh. Oh, man.” Mike nodded, sliding his hands down Jessy’s body.
Jessy loved that expression, the one that said he’d looked right into Mike’s heart and pulled out exactly what his lover wanted, needed. He brought their mouths together, kissing Mike hard. Mike opened right up, body rubbing against him, sweet sounds filling his lips. He slid his hand to Mike’s cock and wrapped his fingers around it. He pumped lightly, spreading the drops that leaked from the tip. Mike responded, hips pushing into his touch, eager as always, pushing for the wall.
He purred. “Gonna give me one to take the edge off, baby?”
“Oh!” Mike’s brown eyes shone, Mike tickled. “Uh-huh.”
“Right answer,” he murmured, chuckling.
Mike groaned, tonguefucking his lips. He slid his free hand to Mike’s nipple and twisted the small bit of flesh between his fingers as his other hand kept stroking.
“Soon, Jess.” Mike’s thighs parted, balls swinging as he thrust.
“Yeah, baby, come for me. Show me how much you want me.”
“More than. More than anything.” Mike arched, groaning, seed shooting into his hand.
Moaning himself, he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked Mike’s come from it.
“Right here, baby. Wanting you so damned bad that I ache.”
Mike dropped to his knees, looking up. “You want your edge off too?”
He shuddered, cock sliding along Mike’s cheek. “Oh, yeah, baby. Please.”
“Mmm… yeah.” Mike nodded, took his cock in with a happy purr, hungry for him. Loving him.
Eyes rolling, he let Mike suck him in, his cock surrounded by perfect, wet heat. Mike wrapped his hands around Jessy’s hips, pulling him deeper. Jessy purred and dropped his hands to Mike’s head, starting to move his hips. He tried not to thrust too hard, too fast, but damn, Mike was just pulling all sense out of him through his cock. Mike cupped his balls with one hand, rolled them.
“Yeah, baby. Oh, it’s good.” He moved faster now, couldn’t stop himself, just pushed into Mike’s throat over and over again.
Mike hummed, pulling harder, groaning low, vibrations sliding through his cock.
“That’s it. Fuck.” So close.
Mike tapped the sensitive skin behind his balls. He called out, hips jerking, cock hitting the back of Mike’s throat as he came. Mike groaned, swallowing convulsively, throat working.
He gazed down into those dark eyes, seeing himself reflected back. He reached out and stroked Mike’s cheek, and Mike nuzzled into his touch, kissing his cock, his belly.
“Love you, baby. So damned much.” It was huge, this thing he felt for Mike. All-encompassing.
Mike nodded. “Yours, yeah?”
“Always.” He slid his hands through Mike’s hair and bent to kiss his lover. “Come on now, time to play.”
Mike nodded, stood. “Yeah. Yeah, make me fly.”
“You know I will.” He took Mike’s hand and tugged him over to the wardrobe. He handed over the big tube of lube, a pair of nipple clamps, the leather collar, and one of Mike’s favorite cock rings, one made of leather that held his balls and cock separate from each other, that was really snug without the edges cutting into his skin. “We’ll start with these.”
“Mmm.” Mike purred, warming the leather of the ring with his fingers. “This is my favorite.”
