Golden

by Sean Michael

  “I don’t swim anymore. It’s weird.”

  That surprised him. One of the reasons why Justin had been so good was how much he loved the water. “Why not?”

  “It’s just weird. People look at me.”

  “Expecting a show? I can get you in a pool where you’ll be unobserved, J.”

  “Yeah?” Oh, there was a hint of hunger there.

  “Oh yeah. It can be a reward for good behavior.”

  Justin snorted, eyes rolling.

  “Brat.” He pinched Justin’s right nipple.

  “Hey! You bruised it already!”

  “Bet the ache is really good now.”

  “Still, leave it alone. It’s all… dark.”

  “So?” Chris thought it looked amazing, thoroughly swollen and bruised. In fact he’d like to see it more swollen.

  “So? Did you have a stroke while we were apart, old man?” Oh, someone was feeling up to teasing.

  “I’ll show you old.” He growled and rolled back on top of Justin, mouth landing hard on Justin’s.

  Justin opened for him again, laughing into the kiss. He traced Justin’s teeth, his gums, memorizing the shape of his lover’s mouth. God, he was stupid for Justin. Had been for years. He rolled his hips easily, rubbing their cocks together, Justin’s hands trapped in their cuffs between their bellies.

  “Take off the cuffs. It’s weird.”

  “No. You flipped me off. They can stay on for a while.”

  “No?” Justin appeared utterly shocked.

  “That’s right.”

  “But… you’re not my coach, Coach.”

  “You can keep calling me Coach. It works. Or you can call me sir or master.” He thought coach worked well for them.

  “Master?” Justin seemed totally stunned. “When did you get all… leather and weird?”

  “I’ve always been leather and weird, Justin.” He’d never shared that part of his life with Justin when he’d been Justin’s coach. Much as he would have liked to, it wouldn’t have been right.

  “So you just… did it with other guys?”

  “More read about it and joined an online chat group so I could learn to do it properly.”

  “A group?”

  “Yep. It’s for people who are into BDSM. They recommended Silver Linings to me—it’s the best club in the city. I can take you if you want to see.”

  “No. I don’t…. I…. No! I’m not….”

  Oh, Justin so was. He just didn’t know it yet.

  “Well, it’s not going anywhere.” He gave Justin a slow smile.

  “No. I’m not either.”

  Somehow he didn’t think Justin meant it the same way he did.

  “No, you’re not,” he said quietly.

  Justin sighed, the sound so lost.

  “You’re not going anywhere at all—you’re staying right here with me.”

  “I have to go back to work. Pay bills. Stuff.”

  “You’re working for me now.” He needed a coaching assistant. He’d told Justin that last night, and he hadn’t been kidding.

  “What?”

  “I need a coaching assistant, and you need a job that feeds your soul instead of sucking it out.”

  “I have a job. I use my degree.” Justin hated that job. If he was getting anything but a paycheck out of it, Chris would eat his shorts.

  “Tell me you’d rather do that than assistant coach swimmers with me. Look me in the eye and tell me that.”

  Justin met his eyes. “I….”

  “You can’t do it, can you? You’d love to work with me, work with the kids, find the ones with that spark, the potential.” It would be like magic to have Justin by his side 24-7 again. Only better because they had this now.

  “No. No, I want to be eighteen again.”

  “Don’t we all?” He kissed Justin’s nose. “Trust me, you can have a lot more fun now than you could then.”

  “I just…. Nothing’s right anymore. Nothing. They don’t tell you that you win and then life is just… nothing.”

  “Then we’ll make it something. Maybe I made the wrong decision in forcing you to go out and make your own way for a while, but I’m ready to fix that. Are you? You’re going to be so happy with me, Just. You have to at least give it a chance.”

  “Maybe.” Justin sighed softly. “Take the cuffs off me. I don’t want to play games. I want a shower and something to drink.”

  “I’m taking them off, but not because this was a game. Because you didn’t know the rules.” He met Justin’s eyes. “I am not giving up on you.”

  “Maybe you have to.”

  “No fucking way.”

  Justin held his hands up. “Please.”

  He took hold of Justin’s hands. “Are you going to give us a chance?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t know what to think. We’re naked. Together. In a bed.”

  “And it’s great. You’re loving it, if you’d admit it.”

  “I’ve never been totally naked in bed with anyone before.”

  That nearly broke his heart. Except for the part of him that was glad he would be so many firsts for Justin. “Now you have.”

  “Yeah.” Justin didn’t mention the cuffs again.

  “You’ve got a fantastic body too. It deserves to be naked in bed with me.”

  That made Justin chuckle. “You still have a weird sense of humor.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with my sense of humor—nothing at all.”

  “Weird. Weird. Weird.”

  He stuck out his tongue at Justin. Justin tried to reach up, grab him, but his sweet wrists were still bound. Chris chuckled and touched Justin’s belly button. Justin’s abs rolled, rocked, jerked under his touch.

  “Sexy boy.” He whispered the words, stroked Justin’s beautiful muscles.

  “I…. That….” Justin’s hips rolled up, moving his cock toward Chris’s hand.

  “Feels good?” he suggested, skirting Justin’s needy prick.

  “Uh-huh. It’s very good.”

  He smiled, fingers circling Justin’s hip.

  “I missed your massages.” Justin stretched for him.

  “Is that all you missed?”

  “No.”

  “No?” He’d bet Justin missed the rules.

  Justin shook his head. “I missed midnight pancakes. I missed watching TV in hotel rooms. I missed my best friend.”

  “I’m sorry. I should have called you a long time ago. I made the assumption that if you didn’t call me, you didn’t want me back in your life.”

  Justin chuckled. “I don’t know, Coach. You were pretty clear that you were ready to move on.”

  Is that how it had felt to Justin?

  He shook his head. “I was trying to be clear that you were free to find your own way, to not have me to answer to constantly. I was all you knew. If I’d kept you once you retired, that wouldn’t have been fair to you.” He’d been telling Justin what to do since he was twelve years old. It wouldn’t have been right to move that into the bedroom without Justin having a chance to see what was out there, what he could do with the world and how to make his own decisions.

  Letting Justin go had been the hardest thing Chris had ever done.

  “I didn’t want to be kept. I just… I lost my whole world, man. My career, my home, my best friend. I went home for a couple of months, but everyone was like ‘We sacrificed for you, we’re done, get out.’”

  “I didn’t know, Just. I’m sorry. That was not my intention. I wanted you, but not because I was all you knew.”

  “Well, I’m not worth anything now. I make $36,000 a year at an entry-level job, I share an apartment with a guy, and I drink a lot.”

  Chris growled. “You’re worth a hell of a lot to me, Justin. And I will start reinforcing the no-putting-yourself-down rule the next time you do it.”

  “Or what? You’re going to make me less useful?”

  “Or there will be a punishment.” He growled and slapped Justin’s ass, twic
e. “That was for putting yourself down. Again.”

  “You spanked me!”

  “I did. You keep putting yourself down and it’ll happen again.”

  “You can’t spank me, man.”

  “I just did. And I’ll do it again if I have to. We’ll work on a system of rules and punishments and rewards.”

  Justin stared at him, lips opening, then closing, then opening again. Chris leaned in and brought their mouths together, slid his tongue into Justin’s lips. Justin leaned into the kiss, tasting him. Chris cupped the back of Justin’s head, supporting him as the kiss deepened. When Justin moaned for him, fingers grabbing at him, he wanted to crow.

  Chris slipped his free hand around to grab at Justin’s ass, pulling them together so their pricks rubbed. Justin wasn’t hard, but he was getting there, beginning to respond. His own prick was hard, sliding against that lovely belly. Their kisses went on and on, Justin diving into them now, hungry for him.

  “Coach.” Justin’s eyes were wide.

  “Right here, Just. Gonna love on you.”

  Justin’s big eyes searched his, sparkling and bright. “I always wanted you to love me. I thought you did.”

  “I did. I do,” Chris insisted.

  “I don’t know what to do.”

  “I do. So all you have to do is listen to me.”

  Justin actually relaxed. “I’m good at that.”

  “You are. You’ve always been good at that.” He licked Justin’s cheek.

  Justin nodded, chuckled. God, his boy was beautiful. Chris took another kiss and reached down to jack Justin’s prick. Almost fully hard now, the sweet cock fit in his palm. Humming, he stroked it, working that pretty prick. It didn’t take long for Justin to begin rolling up into him.

  “That’s it, sweet J.”

  Justin moaned softly, hips driving into Chris’s touch.

  “I want you, J. I want to be inside you.” He was fiercely glad he would be the first one.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, it doesn’t.” Not when you prepped and cared and took your time.

  “Okay.” Justin hid in the curve of his shoulder.

  “My brave boy,” he murmured, thumb teasing Justin’s slit.

  “I just want to feel things again. To be awake.”

  “I’ll make sure you’re awake, J. Every fucking day of the week.”

  “I….” Justin groaned and leaned up, taking Chris’s mouth in a needy kiss.

  He pressed his finger into Justin’s slit again, then began to stroke quickly.

  “Oh. Oh.” Justin’s eyes rolled. “Oh, do that again.”

  “This?” He stroked only, teasing his boy.

  Justin shook his head, so serious. “No. No, the other.”

  Smiling, he dug his thumb into that sweet little slit again. Justin groaned, abs going taut.

  “You’re allowed to come,” he murmured.

  “Allowed….” Justin bucked for him.

  “That’s right. Let go and come for me. Do it now.” He pressed in again, and Justin moaned. Seed covered Chris’s thumb.

  Groaning, he took Justin’s mouth, wordlessly telling Justin how great that was. His good babe.

  Chris groped for the lube on his bedside table, found it and worked it open, got his fingers good and slippery while they kissed. Justin’s eyelids were heavy, his lips parted.

  “You ready, J? Ready to feel me inside you?” He slipped his fingers along Justin’s crack.

  “I don’t know.” That was honest.

  “Then let’s see.” He teased his fingers against Justin’s hole.

  Justin tensed, then relaxed. Eased. Let him in.

  “Good boy.” He wriggled the tip of his finger inside Justin’s body.

  “That feels weird.”

  “Good weird.” It wasn’t a question, and he sent his finger deeper.

  Justin’s toes curled, legs moving restlessly. He pressed in even farther, searching for Justin’s gland.

  “You’re touching me inside.”

  “I am.” His finger slid over the smooth little bump of Justin’s gland.

  Justin went stiff, still, eyes huge. Chris smiled and did it again.

  “I-I…. Coach?”

  “It’s good, isn’t it?” He nudged Justin’s gland a couple more times, knowing the sensation had to be shooting up Justin’s spine.

  “Uh-huh.” Justin’s eyes crossed.

  It made Chris grin, and he did it again, loving that he could make this good for Justin.

  “Coach.” Justin tugged at the cuffs, panted.

  He slid another finger inside his boy. Justin gasped, his hole fluttering around Chris’s fingers. Chris propelled them in and out, working to find Justin’s gland with each push inward in order to keep the sensations hot and bright. His boy was slick and needy, beginning to move into his touch.

  Groaning, he pressed kiss after kiss to Justin’s lips as he worked the sweet channel around his fingers. Justin was moaning, crying out into Chris’s mouth over and over. Chris worked a third finger in with the first two, spreading Justin wider. Getting his boy ready for his cock.

  “Oh. Oh, that aches.”

  He slid his fingers out and added more lube, then worked them back in again, slowly fingerfucking Justin. “Getting you ready for my prick, J.”

  “Oh God.” Justin arched, body rippling.

  “Gonna make you feel so good.”

  “Please.” Justin was so hungry for touch.

  “You want to go hands and knees or face-to-face?” Hands and knees would be easier, but the connection was better face-to-face.

  “I want to know it’s you.”

  “It’s me, Justin. No one has ever done this with you, and no one ever will.” He let his fingers slide away. “Lie on your back and grab your knees for me.”

  Justin lay back, brought his knees up and wide, exposing himself.

  “Oh damn, J.” Groaning, Chris moved between Justin’s legs, his hands dragging along Justin’s inner thighs.

  “I’m aching.”

  “I’m going to make it better. I promise.”

  “Okay.” The words of trust meant so much.

  He slipped his fingers back into Justin’s body, fucking him gently.

  “Oh.” Justin’s face went slack.

  God, he could live for this. He spread his fingers wide apart.

  “I…. That.” Justin reached for him with his cuffed hands.

  He kissed Justin’s palm.

  “Oh…,” Justin moaned, breath hitching.

  Smiling, he let his fingers slide from Justin’s body so he could grab a condom. He smoothed it over his prick and slicked himself, touching carefully. He didn’t want to be close. He wanted this to last and last. He wanted to blow Justin’s mind and show him just how good it was. He settled between Justin’s legs and held them, put them over his shoulders and exposed that sweet little hole.

  Justin blushed dark, eyes squeezing shut.

  Chris stroked Justin’s cheek. “Look at me, J. That’s why we did it like this, remember?”

  “Right.” Justin swallowed hard. “It’s big.”

  “I know. It’ll be good, though. I promise.”

  “You promise?” Justin moaned, eyes glittering.

  “I promise, babe.”

  Chris hefted Justin’s legs higher over his shoulders and pressed the tip of his cock against Justin’s hole. Justin sucked in a deep, deep breath, lips parted, eyes fixed on Chris. He held that blue gaze as he slowly thrust into the tight heat. That tight, tiny hole fought him, scraping along his cock as he thrust.

  “Breathe, Just.” He was holding his own breath, Justin so damn tight.

  “Trying.” Justin could hold his breath a long time.

  He reached up and pinched one of Justin’s nipples. Justin gasped, released the air in his lungs, and took another deep breath.

  “Better.” Chris started moving faster. He slowly filled his boy, inch by inch, popping the sweet cherry. “Fucking perf
ect, Just.”

  “I…. So full,” Justin moaned, a dull flush climbing his belly.

  “Keep breathing. It’ll ease in a moment.”

  “’Kay.” Justin sucked in another breath, hummed.

  Chris kept moving slowly, letting Justin get used to the feeling. Letting his hand drag down along Justin’s belly, he petted his lover, soothed Justin’s nerves. He could fucking touch Justin forever and a week, just to make up for lost time.

  The death grip around his cock eased, let him breathe, move.

  “Nice, babe.” He slid carefully, slowly, working his prick in and out of Justin’s amazing heat.

  “I…. You’re…. Oh fuck.”

  “Uh-huh.” He wanted Justin incoherent and out of his mind with pleasure.

  Justin cried out, hands twisting in the cuffs as Chris slammed in, dragged his cock over his boy’s gland. He pressed his prick against that spot again, moving slowly but deliberately, watching Justin the whole time. Justin’s body jerked, shoulders leaving the bed, cock going dark.

  “Good, isn’t it?” He moved over Justin’s gland again.

  “Uhn.” Chris thought that was a yes.

  It was killing him, but he kept moving slowly, kept working that little bit of flesh as he did. Justin forced his cuffed hands between them, wrapped his fingers around his cock, and jacked hard.

  “No.” The word growled out of him, and Chris snagged the cuffs, repositioning Justin’s hands back up over Justin’s head. “No touching till I say so.”

  “Coach! Coach, I need!”

  “Let it build, J. We’re going to take our time—this isn’t a race.”

  “Everything’s a race. Please.”

  “Not this.” He pressed his hand on Justin’s wrists, not enough to hurt but enough that Justin couldn’t ignore the pressure, knew exactly who was in charge.

  “No fair.” How many times had Justin said that to him? The familiar words made him smile.

  “This is love, Just. All’s fair in love and swimming.”

  “You don’t…. Oh. Oh, Coach….” Justin’s body jerked around him.

  “Wait for my order, Justin.”

  “Coach…,” Justin moaned, twisting underneath him.

  “I know you can wait.” He knew Justin wanted to obey him. Justin nodded, lips parted, slick. “Good boy.” He loved how Justin’s cheeks flushed at his words.

  He punched in a few more times before wrapping his hand around Justin’s prick. Justin whined softly, fingers curling. Chris stroked Justin’s cock with long, slow pulls.