Personal Best 3

by Sean Michael

He arched, eyes rolling, throat working. Yes. Yes. More. Love.

  The hand at his cock matched the thrusts of Jessy’s body, pumping him hard, while the hand at his throat kept pressing, squeezing, giving him exactly what he needed. Sparkles started flashing in his eyes, balls drawing tight, ass tight. Jessy growled, heard “mine” and “love” and “come.”

  His entire fucking world went bright white, then black and calm.

  He slowly became aware of the softness of the sheets beneath him, the warmth of Jessy wrapped around him, his lover’s fingers sliding on his skin. Mike smiled, humming low, melted all through. Jessy was back to licking his neck, tongue and lips tasting and teasing.

  “L-love you.” He twined their fingers together, held on.

  “Yeah, baby. Me, too. Forever.” Jess leaned around and kissed him hard and then settled behind him again.

  Mike relaxed, floated, let the world spin.

  Chapter Thirteen

  IT WAS the last day of swimming. The final heat was the four-by-four men’s relay and Mike was anchoring for the UT team this time out. Mike had swept all his races and had a handful of gold medals.

  No personal bests, but he’d won each race handily, not one squeaker, which meant he was swimming ahead of the pack even under the pressure and stress.

  The National was where there’d be international press and interest, though. It was the first big event on the way to Worlds. And Mike was going to have to step it up.

  If they could have just caught the little fucker in the act here, it would have been all cleared up and without the stress, and there wouldn’t be a single worry as long as his swimmer didn’t get sick. That hadn’t happened, though. The cops had come and questioned all the swimmers, checked the place out thoroughly, and in the end—nothing. Not one fucking glimmer.

  It made his nerves raw, like sandpaper on skin, and he’d been overprotective and growly the whole meet. More than usual even. He was hoping most people would put it down to Mike having been sick.

  He shadowed Mike into the locker room, standing against the wall across from Mike’s, eyes on the group from UCLA at the other end of the changing room.

  Mike opened his locker to put his gear in and then shut it with a click, face gray as the tile. “I want you to hold my stuff.”

  He went over to Mike immediately. “Something wrong with your locker?”

  Mike handed him the bags, throat working. “I want you to hold my stuff.”

  He pulled his sleeve down and opened the door of the locker, shutting it quick after seeing the animal parts, the blood. Jesus fuck.

  He was feeling a little gray himself. “Yeah, I’ll hold your stuff, Mike.”

  He pulled out his phone and dialed the cops. Mike put his earphones on, towel on his neck, and went to sit, silent, still. His swimmer was withdrawing, hiding, having trouble keeping food down, sleeping. Still, Mike was coping.

  Mostly.

  Basically this had to fucking stop. And now. Sooner if possible.

  Jessy told the cops what they’d found in the locker and was informed they were sending a forensics team down.

  He hung up his phone and went over to Mike. Jessy crouching next to him, hand working Mike’s shoulders. “One more race, baby, and we’re out of here. Hell, you don’t want to race it, and I’ll square it up with Coach Daniels.”

  “I’ll race.” Shit, Mike sounded old.

  “You sure? You don’t have to. No one would blame you after this.” He was going to kill the bastard.

  Mike nodded. “I’ll race, and then we’ll go.” Mike stood up, stepped past him, and headed toward the pool.

  “Stay off the coping. Stay near Coach Daniels and the other boys from UT. I’ll be out just as soon as the police show. I want to make sure no one tampers with the evidence. Okay?”

  “Yeah, Coach.”

  Mike headed up, and he waited. It took more than thirty minutes for the cops to show, but when they did? They did in force, taping off the locker room, bustling around, and asking questions. He answered everything he could, made sure they had his cell phone number, and explained that once the race was over, he was taking his swimmer and getting the fuck out of Dodge.

  They weren’t happy with it until he explained very clearly that he needed his boy safe and he wasn’t hanging around for the sicko doing this to take a whack at Mike himself. By the time everyone was done and he was up the stairs, Mike was already out of the pool, UT on its way to another gold.

  Jessy gave Jeff a tight smile, managed a slightly better one for Mike. “Good job, baby. Let’s get out of here.”

  He handed over Mike’s sweats—he could change at the airport, and it wouldn’t kill the rental to get a little wet in the seat. Mike nodded, tugged the sweats on, headphones back on.

  He didn’t give a shit who was watching; he put his arm around Mike’s shoulder and walked out, glowering at anyone who looked too close. Nobody was going to fucking mess with his swimmer. No one.

  Mike didn’t say a word, just walked, head down. “Where are we going?”

  “Airport. We’re flying to Seattle and renting a car. There’s a spa just outside of the city. We’re going to stay there until a couple days before the meet. It’s private, exclusive, and they’ve got a pool. You can relax, get pampered, and focus on the damned wall.”

  “’Kay.” Mike watched the ground. “I hate this, Coach.”

  “I know.”

  He fucking knew. The worst thing about it was there wasn’t a fucking thing he could do about it.

  Except maybe beat that fucker to death.

  And if the police didn’t make an arrest soon, that was exactly what he was going to do.

  Mike slowed as they got to the car. “Is it okay?”

  He went over to the car and bumped it with his hip, setting off the alarm. Nodding, he hit the button to turn the alarm off. “Yeah. It hasn’t been touched.” Christ, this had to end.

  Mike threw his bag in and then slid in the passenger, laid the seat down.

  He got in and pulled out, moving fast, eager to get space between them and the pool, them and the sick bastard who thought it was okay to win through intimidation and scare tactics.

  “How did the water feel out there?” he asked.

  “Huh?” Mike looked over, curling on his left side. “I-I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking.”

  He took a deep breath and reached over to touch Mike. His boy who just wanted to swim, who loved the water more than breathing, and Mike hadn’t even noticed today. It made him fucking angry. It made him fight his damned tears. Mike’s fingers brushed his, loving on him, comforting him too.

  Turning his hand, Jessy joined their fingers together. As long as they had each other. “It’s going to be okay.”

  “It is.” Mike held on, squeezed.

  “I got us onto an earlier flight while you were winning. We’ll leave almost as soon as we get there.”

  “Yeah? Good. The place we’re going has a pool, huh? It’s quiet there?”

  “Nice and quiet. Rich old ladies getting their youth back, yeah?”

  “Oh, people to flirt with you, then….” Oh, he almost got a smile. Good, Mike. That’s right. Fight them.

  “Brat.”

  He squeezed Mike’s hand.

  “Yours.” Mike nodded. “Old man.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah. And don’t you forget it.”

  “I won’t, Jess. Promise.”

  He slid his hand along Mike’s cheek. “Yeah, baby. I know.”

  Mike turned, kissed his palm, lips soft, warm.

  “Almost there, baby.” Just a short plane ride and they could get some peace. No one knew where they were going.

  “I love you, Jessy. I’m sorry about all this shit.”

  “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, Mike. You didn’t cause any of this.”

  “I’m the reason they’re doing it.”

  “So you’re sorry you’re fast? That you’re so good no one can beat you? Because I’m not.
I wouldn’t give up a second of my time with you, baby. Not any of it. Not for anything.” He was growling, rumbling.

  Mike’s hand landed on his thigh. “Easy, Coach. You still owe me pizza.”

  He forced himself to calm down and found a grin for Mike. “You think they’ll let us get one delivered at the fancy-dancy health spa?”

  “They’d better. I get a lot of them.” Mike grinned, and he chuckled, nodded. Mike just hadn’t been feeling like them. “Oh, I bet they’ve got cool juices too.”

  “Yeah, I bet they do. And all sorts of interesting healthy foods for me to get ideas from, like wheatgrass shakes and pine cone salad.” He pulled the car into the rental agency parking lot.

  “Pine cone salad? You’re gross, Jess.” Still, Mike was laughing, wasn’t he?

  “I bet if I ask for it, they’ll come up with something.” He got out and grabbed their bags out of the trunk, snagging a cart for them.

  “You wouldn’t dare. I’m not eating pine cones.” Mike helped, a real smile for him. “I want Dr Pepper, damn it.”

  He snorted. “Nice try, kid.” Oh, the familiar teasing felt good, right, so missed.

  “Not a kid. Old man.”

  “Yeah, but if I call you old man, that would make me ancient.”

  Mike’s laugh rang out. “Crotchety.”

  “Oh, you’re in trouble now. Calling me crotchety. I may be grumpy and old and a hardass and… well, damn. Maybe I am crotchety.” He winked, heading into the airport, and dropped their key at the rental company counter.

  Mike nodded. “You know it. Crotchety and old and mine.”

  “You got that right.”

  And as long as he could keep Mike in the water and focused on that, he was pretty damned sure they were going to make it through this with flying colors.

  Chapter Fourteen

  THEY FLEW into Seattle, the air damp and colder than he was used to, but the spa was warm and quiet, the room they got was easy on his nerves, on his psyche.

  Mike unpacked his suitcase and then started exploring. Hot tub big enough for two. Massage table. Big-ass bed.

  Cool.

  Jessy finished up on the phone and grinned at him. “It’ll do, yeah?”

  Mike nodded, sat on the bed. “Yeah, it’s good. Can we go see the pool?”

  “Yeah, let me just get my swim trunks on, and I’ll join you for a few laps.”

  He blinked over. Jessy didn’t swim with him often, but it was always a pleasure, always good to feel Jess beside him. “Cool.”

  Jess gave him a smile and then a wink. “No making out, though.”

  “No? But….” He stripped his shirt off, grabbed his suit and his sweats.

  “Maybe on the last night—we don’t want to scandalize the blue-haireds until we’re ready to go.” Jess watched him change, eyes warm on his skin.

  “Well, the tub’s big enough to make love in.” If Jess didn’t stop it, he was going to get hard.

  Jess chuckled. “You can’t swim laps in the tub, baby.” Oh, Jess’s voice was all low and husky, those blue eyes gone dark. Jess sure wasn’t thinking about swimming laps.

  “No. But I’ll get exercise.” His cock jerked, started to fill.

  “And you did do a lot of swimming today already.” Jess was still watching him, gaze growing more heated by the second.

  “Uh-huh. Won my race.” His hand dropped to his cock, started rubbing.

  “You’ll have to double up tomorrow. I’d hate anyone to think I was going soft on you. Especially you.” Jess was undoing the strings on his swimming trunks.

  “I don’t think you look soft.”

  Jess shot him a look and then started to laugh, face going bright with it. He grinned, nodded. Oh, it felt good to laugh, to relax.

  Jess got naked and nodded at him. “You’re wearing too many clothes, baby.”

  “Uh-huh.” He rubbed faster, watching Jess’s body. “Want you.”

  “Take your clothes off, Mike, and you can have me.”

  He nodded, stripping off. His cock was leaking, balls tight as anything. Jess purred and advanced on him, going to his knees in front of the bed and just swallowing him down without any fanfare or warning. He arched, crying out, pushing deep into Jessy’s throat. “Oh!”

  Jessy hummed around his cock, hands landing on his hips and encouraging him to fuck that hot mouth. He did, too, pushed hard and deep, hips jerking, close and needy. Jess increased the suction, and it was like having a Hoover attached to his cock, trying to pull the pleasure right out of him.

  Mike came with a cry, hips pumping, heat flooding him. Jess swallowed him down and then let him slide out, a kiss dropped onto his belly before he was pushed down onto the bed, Jessy’s body covering him.

  “Mmm… hi. Hi, Jess.” He wrapped his legs around Jess’s body, held his lover tight. Jess purred, rocking against him, cock like a fire against his belly. “Oh. Hot.” He grabbed Jess’s ass, tugging them closer together.

  “Uh-huh.” Jess groaned, rubbing against him, mouth finding his and latching on, devouring him.

  He opened up wide, letting Jess in, giving Jess everything. Jess took it all and asked for more, hands sliding on his skin, searching out his nipples and teasing them. Mike found Jess’s fingers with his own, pushing them tighter, wanting more. Jess chuckled, nipped at his lips, and pinched. Hard. Mike bucked, groaning low. Yeah. Oh. Damn.

  “I could go find the clamps,” murmured Jess, sliding down his body to bite at his nipples.

  He held Jess’s head, entire body rocking, moving. Jess growled and purred, heat sliding against him, mouth working his nipples hard.

  “Yeah. Yeah, Jess. Need.” The want inside him was huge, burning.

  Jess slid his fingers along Mike’s lips and pushed into his mouth. “Suck, baby.”

  “Uh-huh.” He pulled hard, head bobbing as he sucked.

  Jessy pulled his fingers out of Mike’s mouth with a pop, and there was no teasing; instead, they pushed right into his ass, stretching him.

  “Yes.” He spread wide, thighs burning. “More.”

  Jessy pushed in another finger, the burn increasing. Mike pulled his knees up and back, the offer blatant and needy. Jessy growled as his fingers disappeared, that blunt, hard heat pushing into Mike. He sobbed, bearing down, body needing Jessy inside, in deep. Jessy responded to his need, pushing all the way in and then starting quick, short thrusts. Mike just kept nodding, over and over, breath whooshing out of him. Jessy’s mouth stayed at his nipples, biting and nipping.

  “Oh. Close. Can’t. Can’t hold it, Jess.”

  “You wait for me, baby.”

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Jess. Jess.” He arched, body taut.

  “Wait,” growled Jessy, cock slamming into him, teeth sharp against his nipple.

  He keened, the sound raw and desperate, filling the air.

  “Yeah, baby, I know what you like.” Harder and harder, Jessy pounded him, mouth moving between his nipples, making him fly.

  “Please. Please. Oh, shit, Jess. Anything. Let me come.”

  “Anything?” Jess grinned against his skin.

  “Anything.” He arched, stretched, thighs trembling.

  “Come then,” murmured Jessy, voice rough, sounding almost as desperate as he felt. “Let me feel you.”

  Thank God. A man could die needing. He jerked and came, eyes rolling. Jessy pushed into him a few more times, and heat flooded inside him. He moaned, body still rocking. Jess’s groan was low, solid weight dropping down onto him.

  “L-love.” He was melted.

  Jess’s mouth slid along his neck, open and hot, tongue tasting. “Love you, baby.”

  “Uh-huh. Oh. Oh, yeah. Good.”

  Jess nodded. “I unpacked the cuffs.”

  “Uh-huh?” He blinked, moved slowly.

  “Yeah. And the rest of the toys. They’re in the top drawer.”

  “Cool.”

  Jess chuckled. “If I send you to pick, you’re going to ooze all over the expensive carpe
t, aren’t you?”

  “Uh-huh.” He squeezed Jess’s cock. “You’re keeping me from oozing.”

  Jess groaned. “Maybe we can improvise so neither of us has to go anywhere.”

  “Improvising is good.”

  “Yeah? Well, I’ve already got the plug in then.” Jessy’s eyes twinkled down at him.

  “Huh?” He reached up, stroked Jess’s cheeks. God, he was getting stupid in his old age.

  Jess’s cock pushed in deeper. “See? Plug.” He got a wink, and then his hands were taken in one of Jessy’s, pulled up over his head, and held there. “And now we’ve got cuffs too. I’m improvising, baby.”

  “Oh….” He caught up, squeezing Jess, tugging at the strong grip.

  Jess’s eyes rolled just a bit, and he groaned, free hand starting to roam. Oh, Jess liked that. He squeezed over and over, making his body grip Jess.

  “Christ, baby, you’re going to make me shoot again if you’re not careful.”

  “Do you want me to be careful?”

  “Fuck no.” Jessy’s grin was a little wild.

  “Oh, good. We haven’t played hard in so long.” He squeezed once more, riding Jessy’s cock.

  “It’ll be hard, baby. I promise.”

  He laughed, threw his head back with the pleasure, the sheer joy.

  Jessy moaned. “That’s an amazing look on you. Just fucked and happy.”

  “In love, Jess. Yours.”

  That had Jess moaning, and then his lover was thrusting, long and deep, pushing into him.

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes.” He groaned as his cock tried to fill.

  “That’s right, Mike—can’t put anything past you.” Jessy was chuckling, teasing, but Jessy’s cock was hard and sure as it drove into him, his lover breathless.

  “Bitch. P-pushy old man.”

  “Me? Pushy?” Jessy laughed, fucking him harder.

  “Y-you know it.” Oh. Fuck. Yes.

  Jessy growled, letting go of his hands to push his legs back farther, hooking them over Jessy’s shoulders. Then Jess really started pounding him, blue eyes hot on his face.

  “Oh.” His eyes rolled, heart just pounding.

  “Mine,” muttered Jess. “My baby.”

  “Yours. Yours.” He kept whispering the word, not even really paying attention.