by Sean Michael
Please. Fuck, please. He just needed to come.
Then Coach’s hand drifted down the rest of the way, cupping and squeezing him through his jeans. He bucked up, humping hard. His body had wanted this for so long. Groaning, Coach shoved him up against the wall, free hand working on his belt, his button.
“Want.” He growled the word against Coach’s lips. “Please.”
“Come on.” Coach clasped his hand and dragged him toward the bedroom.
Justin nodded, following along fast enough that they were almost running.
“Naked,” growled Coach, pulling off his own T-shirt and then working on his jeans.
“Uh-huh.” Justin stepped out of his shorts, shrugged off his button-up.
Once he was naked, his hard prick pointed right at Coach’s cock, which was pointing right back. Coach took his arms and tugged him close, bringing their mouths together again. Justin reached down, wrapped his fingers around their cocks, and started jerking them off.
“This time,” muttered Coach. “But then we do it right.”
“Uh-huh.” Whatever. He needed.
Coach kissed him again, wrapping one hand around his, speeding his movements. They jacked fast and hard, driving together like they’d done this forever. Their kisses made everything better, hotter. Justin’s balls drew up, and he went up on tiptoe, so close.
“Come for me, Just. Right now.”
“Right….” Heat poured from Justin, and he groaned, moaning his coach’s name.
“Fuck, yes, Just.” Coach bucked, cock pushing through their hands, and more slick sprayed, coating their fingers.
Oh. Oh, better.
Coach moaned softly, rubbed their noses together. “God, I’ve wanted to do that forever.”
Justin took a deep breath, trying to find his feet. The smell of them together filled his nose as he breathed, and then Coach rubbed a hand on his belly, marking him with their combined come. Justin’s muscles rippled and rolled, and he couldn’t help his groan.
“The things I want to do to you, Just. I want to turn you inside out and make you mine.”
“Don’t tease.” He’d wanted to be Coach’s long before now.
“I’m not teasing, Just. I mean it.”
“I’m not…. What are we doing here?”
“We’re giving in to the feelings we suppressed for a lot of years. We have something here between us.” Coach tugged Justin down onto the mattress as he spoke.
Coach’s bed was soft, warm—not as warm as Coach, though. His body was like a flame. Those amazing lips landed on Justin’s again, this kiss long and slow but no less intense. Coach’s hands were on Justin’s head, on his ass, drawing him close so they were touching everywhere.
Justin had always liked Coach’s hands, but they’d never touched him like this before. It was kind of stunning. It was dizzying. Crazy-making. Perfect.
One hand slipped between them, Coach going for his nipples, touching lightly and then harder. The sting made Justin gasp, made him grab Coach’s hand. Coach chuckled and did it again.
“Stings.” Justin groaned the word against Coach’s lips.
“Makes your cock twitch.” Coach twisted his nipple this time.
“S-so?” He arched, rubbed.
“So you like it. And I’m going to keep doing it.” Coach proved that by twisting the other one.
“No way.” He grunted, tried to push Coach over.
Coach pushed him over, rolled on top of him, and straddled him, held both his arms together on his belly in one hand. “Are you always this pushy in bed?” Coach asked.
“I don’t usually fuck in a bed.” Justin was more the quick-hand-job-in-the-showers guy.
“You will now. Bed’s the best place for it. Though there’s something to be said for testing out the rest of the furniture in the house.”
God, Coach was strong. “I….”
Coach leaned in and kissed him again, long and slow and almost devastating. By the time Coach’s lips left his, he was spinning. Dazed. Needy.
“Pick a word, Just. Pick a word that means stop no matter where we are, no matter what we’re doing.”
“Like when we were swimming? Like red light?” They’d done that so Coach would know if it was serious—a cramp, something more than just bitching.
Coach nodded, seeming pleased. “Exactly like that.”
“Can’t that be it?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not.” Coach leaned in and kissed him again. “That way you won’t forget it.”
Justin nodded. “Are we going in the pool?”
“Not right now. We can later.” Coach drew the fingers of his free hand along Justin’s chest, his rib cage, his belly.
It was like he was Alice and this was Wonderland.
Bending, Coach wrapped hot lips around Justin’s right nipple, drawing it in and sucking hard. His hands were still trapped between them, his wrists wrapped in Coach’s strong grip.
“You’ll leave a mark!” Oh God. The ache. He wanted to scream, it was so good.
Coach’s reply was to bite, teeth sinking into the hard point. Justin’s mouth fell open, and his body stiffened. He was too surprised to object. Coach soothed the hurt with flicks of his tongue, then went back to sucking strongly. Justin’s entire nipple was going to be purple, including the pale skin around it, probably.
“I-I-I….” He was jabbering, confused, lost.
After releasing his nipple, Coach covered Justin’s mouth with his own, swallowing his sounds. The kisses made things easier, better, and suddenly he could breathe again.
Coach played with his nipple with a single finger, pushing against it and making it ache. The bruise he’d left behind was supersensitive. He whimpered into Coach’s lips, so confused, so turned on.
Justin wiggled, moaned. His other nipple tingled, ached in a totally different way. He would rub it, but his hands were still trapped. Coach’s fingers slipped away from his right nipple and moved to push into his hip, the feeling bright and sharp.
Just glanced at Coach, bewildered. “What…?”
“Deep sensation, Just. Feel everything.” Coach’s hand slid slowly toward his unabused nipple.
“I am. I am.” Justin’s heart started pounding harder.
Coach’s gaze held his, the tension increasing as his fingers inched closer.
“I…. Don’t….” He couldn’t be patient.
Coach held his gaze, fingers moving even slower, if that was possible. Justin couldn’t breathe. He was freaking out. He tugged at Coach’s hands, frowning when the grip held. When Coach got to his nipple, he didn’t pinch or twist or tweak it. He didn’t even touch it. Instead, Coach circled the pink skin surrounding it, teasing terribly.
“Coach….” Justin needed… something.
Coach grinned, flicked a finger across the hard tip of Justin’s nipple. The little zing was weird, huge, and he jerked away. Coach followed, finger flicking across his nipple again. The hand around Justin’s wrists tightened, reminding him that he was caught.
“Stop it. I’m going home.” His heart was racing.
“You are home, J.” Coach pinched his nipple this time, making it ache like the other one.
He twisted again, beginning to fight. “Stop teasing me!”
“Tell me what sex usually is for you. Tell me what you’ve done, what you haven’t done but want to.” Coach’s fingers slipped over his nipple again, then again.
“I…. Hand jobs in the showers. You know. Maybe a couple of quickies in the bathroom at a club.”
“Define quickies.” Coach flicked his nipple twice, then dragged all his fingers over it. Almost like a reward for his answer.
“Huh? You mean, like, what did we do?”
“Yes, that’s what I mean.”
There was no touch to his nipple this time.
“Just rubbing off in a stall, maybe a blow job. Drunk stuff.”
Coach pinched his nipple, gave it a tweak. “No penetration?”
“No.�
�� It hadn’t come up. It wasn’t like he was out, for fuck’s sake. His roommate thought he was straight.
“Good.” Leaning down, Coach wrapped hot lips around the nipple, sucking hard.
“Coach!” Justin shoved his hands down, bringing his fingers and Coach’s toward his cock.
“Pushy, pushy.” Coach bit his nipple, then slapped it with that hot tongue.
“Fuck!” They struggled together again, moans clashing as Justin tried to get the upper hand.
Coach’s hand tightened around Justin’s wrists, pushing them into his belly as his hot lips tightened around Justin’s skin, sucking hard again. Fuck, he was going to be bruised. Justin yelled, the sound leaving some space inside him to breathe. Coach hummed like he approved of the shout and squeezed Justin’s wrists for a moment.
Panting, sweating, Justin felt like he’d been working out. Coach let go of his nipple, raised his head, and blew across his wet skin. Justin gasped, a rush of pleasure flooding him.
Smiling, Coach held his gaze again as he reached between them to jack Justin’s prick. Twice.
Justin shot so hard he bit his tongue.
Coach let go of his hands and rubbed the come into his belly. Gradually Justin’s breath slowed, his heart rate easing back. Coach rubbed their noses together, then their cheeks. Justin started to relax, feeling safer than he had in years.
“Love you, J.”
“Liar.” He cuddled into Coach’s throat. The lie, though, felt good, and he’d take it.
Chapter Three
CHRIS WAS having the best dream ever. Ever. He was wrapped around Justin, his boy’s body warm and perfect against him.
“Mmm….” He nuzzled into Justin’s neck.
“Coach.” Justin stretched, body sliding against his.
This was the most real dream he’d ever had. He slid his hand along Justin’s skin, and his eyes popped open. This wasn’t a dream. The night before came rushing back to him, and he groaned, moved closer.
“Shh. Sleeping.” Justin petted him, hand sliding over his arm.
He chuckled, nuzzling into Justin’s neck, licking. God, Justin tasted good. He’d been dreaming of this for years, of this sweet body naked against him. He licked his way along Justin’s neck, over Justin’s jaw and to those sweet lips. Justin moaned, lips parting for him. He pushed in, tasting Justin’s mouth, moaning into the heat.
Justin’s eyes opened. “Coach.”
Chris slid his hand around Justin’s waist and tugged him closer. “Hey, J.”
“I…. It wasn’t a dream.”
“No, not a dream.” It was real. They were real.
“Wow.” Justin blinked, staring at him. “We’re naked.”
“And in bed. With each other.”
“Yeah. We came a lot.”
He chuckled. “We’re making up for all those years we didn’t come at all.”
Justin smiled at him, but the smile was unsure. Chris wasn’t having any of that. He slipped a finger across one of Justin’s nipples, knowing they’d be sensitive this morning. Justin jerked away, hands protecting the bruised bits.
“No hiding from me.” He took hold of Justin’s hands and tugged them away.
“But… they ache.”
“Good.” That’s what he wanted. Sensation and awareness from this beautiful man.
“Good?”
“Yep. Very good.” He pinched one of Justin’s nipples, and Justin’s prick jerked hard against his thigh.
“Don’t.” Justin’s wrists twisted in his hands.
He deliberately tweaked the other nipple.
“Don’t!” Justin turned away from him.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know.”
Chuckling, he hauled Justin back to him. “I think we should start with a few ground rules.” Justin had always responded so well to rules. That would translate beautifully to the bedroom, to their new relationship.
“Rules?”
“Yep. You’re familiar with those.” Chris contemplated a good place to start.
“For training, yeah.” Justin stared at him. “I’m not sure what’s going on here.”
“We’re giving in to our baser urges, Just. We’re doing what we’ve wanted to do for years. You need rules, love. Structure.”
“You don’t love me. You loved being with a winner, and I’m not one anymore.”
“Why don’t you believe I love you?” He’d spent years telling himself he couldn’t have what he wanted with Justin no matter how much he loved him. Now he could. Now they both could.
“If I hadn’t called last night, you wouldn’t have even thought of me.”
“I’ve thought of you every day since you retired.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s the truth, Justin.” He met Justin’s eyes, let him read the truth there.
“You need a swimmer to take care of.”
“No, J. I need you to take care of.” He thought maybe just doing it would prove it to Justin. He hoped so anyway.
Justin looked confused but didn’t argue.
“Rule number one. You don’t touch your cock without my permission.”
“What? It’s my cock.”
That was the hottest thing Chris had ever seen, the way J’s lips parted.
“And I’m in charge. Rule number two is you don’t get to run yourself down. Ever.” He didn’t ever want to hear Justin say another negative thing about himself. Ever.
“I’m not…. What’s going on?” Justin’s cock was filling rapidly.
“It’s called BDSM, Justin. I’m the Dom—the coach—and you’re the sub—the one who has my focus. I lay down the rules, just like you’re used to, only instead of being about swimming, it’s about us.” There was no way he could have done this until he was no longer Justin’s coach and Justin came to him. Thank God, Justin finally had.
“What’s the point? There’s no point to anything anymore.”
It made him growl to hear how lost Justin was. “The point is that I love you enough to make you happy again.”
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have waited to call me, to see me. You would have missed me.” Justin moved away from him and slid off the bed.
“Get your ass back here.”
“Make me. I’m not your swimmer anymore.” Justin sounded stubborn, petulant.
“Get. Your. Ass. Back. Here.”
“Fuck you, asshat.” Justin flipped him off.
Oh, he didn’t think so. He climbed out of bed and grasped Justin’s arm before Justin could even blink. “You don’t flip me off.” He dragged Justin over to his dresser, started looking for cuffs.
“Let me go!” Justin was still so strong.
“No.” He found a pair of leather cuffs and snagged them, showed them to Justin.
“What the hell? You’re, like, kinky?”
“Have you never heard of BDSM?” He put the cuffs on Justin’s wrists in front of him.
“You mean like whip me, beat me, make me write bad checks?”
“That’s one kind. I’ve never picked up a whip in my life, and I don’t plan to start. With you and me, it’s all about control.” He picked up Justin’s hands. “You flipped me off. Your punishment is loss of your hands for the day.”
“What? Punishment? What the fuck?”
“You don’t do as you’re told, you disrespect me, and you get a punishment. And don’t tell me it’s not fair because you didn’t know. You were looking for a fight. You were looking for a reaction when you flipped me off. Congratulations, you got it.” He cupped Justin’s face and made sure those eyes were looking into his. “I see you, Justin. I see you.”
“I have to go. I have to.”
“No.” He leaned in and kissed Justin to silence more protests.
Justin was shaking, embarrassed and turned on and sad.
When the kiss ended, he leaned their foreheads together. “You’re mine, Justin. All of you.”
“I’m scared.”
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sp; “Of what?” He needed Justin to open up to him.
Justin sighed. “Everything.”
“You don’t have to face any of it alone anymore.”
“Until you get bored or tired or….”
“That’s not going to happen.” He dragged Justin back to bed. Maybe he’d made a mistake, letting this go so long, but how could he have done this when he was still Justin’s coach? They were done now, though. No more separation. He was going to give Justin what they both needed.
“You can’t just put handcuffs on me and keep me.”
Sure he could. “Watch me.” He shoved Justin down onto the bed, followed.
Just like when they’d started training in the pool, Justin gazed at him, moved him.
Chris brought their mouths together. “I love you and I’m going to take care of you, and I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it.”
“I wanted to jump yesterday. See if I could make the pool from the balcony.”
Jesus. He’d known that, but hearing it again made his whole body clench for a long moment. “I’m glad you called me instead.”
“I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Good.” He’d come close to losing his boy forever. He wasn’t going to take that chance again. Ever.
He kissed Justin, gently this time, just so he could feel him. He could taste Justin too, the booze gone now. Justin slowly relaxed for him, opened for him. Chris pressed their bodies together, Justin’s hands trapped between them.
Needy man. Chris wanted him so badly. He couldn’t wait to sink into the perfect heat of his boy’s body. The virgin heat of his boy’s body. Groaning, he deepened the kiss. Justin opened for him, eyes focused on him. He drew his hand down along Justin’s breastbone. Justin took a deep breath, body moving under his hand.
“So fucking sexy, Just.”
Justin’s cheeks pinked. So pretty.
Humming, he kissed Justin again, taking his time to explore. Justin had bulked up—he was more muscular now, broader in the chest. Chris’s fingers mapped his boy, discovered every new change and every inch he already knew by sight.
