by Sean Michael
Chris stopped for a moment, cock jerking in his sweats. “Damn, babe, you’re gorgeous.”
Justin stared at him with his pretty eyes, needy, wanting.
He put the food down on the coffee table, picked up Justin’s discarded T-shirt, and placed it over his babe’s lap. “I don’t want you burning anything important.”
“No burning.” Justin was breathing hard.
“No, that would be bad.” He started taking stuff out of the takeout bag.
Justin shivered. “I don’t know if I can eat.”
“It should make everything taste even better. All your senses are on alert.”
“Have you done it before?”
He couldn’t help but tease. “Eaten Chinese food?”
“Butthead.” Justin stuck his tongue out.
Chris laughed and settled with Justin. He snagged a pair of chopsticks and opened up the sesame chicken. He knew it was Justin’s favorite. Justin licked his lips, actually moved closer. Chris snagged a piece of the chicken and held it up to Justin’s lips.
Justin opened for him, ate the bite. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. How does it stack up?”
“It’s cool. Salty. Spicy.”
“Good.” He found the egg rolls and held them out to Justin.
Justin took one and nibbled it, oh so carefully. Chris took another and ate it far less daintily, moaning happily when it proved to be pretty damn good. Crispy on the outside, hot and tasty on the inside. He dipped the second one in the plum sauce, and that made it even better.
But best of all was watching Justin eat, knowing the plug was filling Justin up. So careful not to move his hips, every movement Justin made was planned, delicious.
When Justin had polished off the egg roll, Chris handed over a pair of chopsticks. “You choose next.” It would force Justin to move, to feel the plug shifting inside him.
Justin appeared panicked—utterly and totally panicked.
“I…. You. It.” Justin took a deep breath. “It’s in me, man.”
“I know.” He soothed a hand along Justin’s arm. “It’s going to move inside you as you move, make everything just light up.”
Justin leaned hard, rested into his hand.
“This is a good thing, babe. Not a punishment.”
“It’s big.” Justin rolled over, moaning as he reached for another box.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“It’s moving in me, stretching me.”
“It’s lighting you up from the inside out.” Because he knew the feelings were in more than just Justin’s ass. Justin nodded, almost moving into his lap. He let Justin stay close and nodded at the array of food on the coffee table. “So what are you picking?”
“I don’t care.” Justin rubbed against him, grabbed a box.
Laughing softly, Chris let his hand slip beneath Justin’s shorts to touch that needy prick for a quick moment.
Justin dropped the box on the coffee table and moved into his touch. “Please.”
“We need to eat first, babe.” Chris let go of Justin’s prick, petting his sweet belly instead.
“Coach.” Justin groaned for him, arched.
He kissed Justin softly, unable to resist.
“Please, Coach….” Sweet, needy boy.
“I want you to feed me first.” He slid his hand around to Justin’s back, gently kneading the little knot of nerves at the base of Justin’s spine.
“I ache….” Justin began to relax for him, though, and hum.
“I know. Learn to savor that feeling. There’s nothing wrong in delaying gratification.”
“Savor it? Like it’s good?”
“Isn’t it?”
“I don’t know!” Frustrated lover.
“I think it’s good.” He licked the corner of Justin’s mouth. “I’m hungry, babe. Feed me.”
Justin took another hard, hungry kiss.
Chris drew back, smiling. “Now with food.”
“Okay.” Justin was clumsy, fingers trembling, but his boy fed him a bite.
He hummed softly over the crispy beef. It was very good, and he opened his mouth, silently asking for another piece. Justin was steadier for this bite.
“Find us something we haven’t tried yet.” Justin would have to move for that.
“Oh. I.” Justin shifted, then stopped, shaking hard.
“You’re doing great, babe.”
Justin squeezed Chris’s fingers, then snagged some fried rice. “I can’t feed you rice with the chopsticks.”
“Then pick something else.”
“You want another egg roll?”
“I’d love another egg roll.”
“Thank God.” The words were whispered as Justin reached for the open box.
Chris laughed softly, nudged Justin so he shifted on the couch.
“Coach!” Justin arched a little, cock bobbing.
“Yeah, babe?” He nudged Justin again.
“Don’t. Fuck.” Justin stood, licking his lips over and over.
Chris let his eyebrow go up. If Justin took even a single step, he’d move that plug far more than just shifting in his seat could.
“Help me?”
Leaning in, he slid Justin’s shorts down and wrapped his lips around Justin’s prick, sucking it in.
“Coach!” Justin jerked, hips pushing deep, sounding utterly shocked.
Chris would have grinned, but his mouth was full, so instead he simply tugged, sucking on the sweet, needy flesh.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Please. Please.” Justin’s hand landed on his head.
He took his time, sucking and licking, head bobbing slowly on the hard flesh. Reaching around Justin, he tapped the base of the plug.
“God….” Justin went stiff, up on tiptoe.
He tapped the base of the plug again, slapping the tip of Justin’s cock with his tongue at the same time. His boy came hard, sobbing out his name. He swallowed Justin down, still pulling hard on the long prick, making sure Justin had plenty of aftershocks to shudder and shiver through.
“Coach….” His boy was about to lose it, overwhelmed, stunned.
He licked and sucked and finally let Justin’s prick slide from his lips. Justin fell into his arms, wrapped around him, and held on.
“I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you.” Chris stroked Justin’s back.
Justin nodded and squeezed him, shaking in his arms.
“You’ve never come so hard before, have you?”
Justin shook his head, face hidden in his neck.
“It’s going to be good like that a lot, babe. I can promise you that.” He was planning to blow Justin’s mind on a regular basis. And he would be there for comfort, support, and love afterward, every time.
He kissed the top of Justin’s head and hummed softly, rocking his lover.
Eventually they’d settle together. Finish eating. Breathe. But for now he held his lover, his boy. His Justin.
Chapter Nine
JUSTIN WOKE up to the scent of coffee, and he got up and started moving, stumbling into the shower, totally on autopilot.
He was standing under the hot spray when the shower curtain was drawn to the side. “How about some company?”
“Coach.” He blinked, grinning. It didn’t seem real sometimes.
“That’s me.” Coach grinned and stepped up behind him.
Justin leaned back, snuggled right in. “Morning.”
“Morning, babe.” Coach’s kiss landed on his shoulder, noisy and slightly openmouthed.
Justin chuckled, stretching under the water. Coach’s fingers slid over him, tracing the muscles of his chest, his belly. That touch made his abs jerk, roll.
“Mmm. God, you’re sexy,” Coach murmured against his skin.
“Too early to be sexy.”
Coach chuckled. “Never too early for that. In fact, bed-rumpled Justin is one of my favorite variations.”
The words made him smile, led him to lean harder. Coach hummed for him,
fingers continuing to travel over his body. The water was warm; Coach’s fingers were warmer. They slid toward his prick and then away, moving around to cup his asscheeks. Thank God Coach had taken the plug out last night. His hole felt sensitive, a little swollen—not like his nipples, God, but good.
Coach pressed a thumb against it and rubbed but didn’t try to push in. His body clenched, rippled, and he moaned.
“Sweet, sensitive hole.” Coach bit at his shoulder, teeth scraping on his skin.
“Uh-huh….” Justin groaned, skin just too small.
“You taste like mine,” muttered Coach, clamping his mouth around Justin’s skin and sucking where his teeth had scraped.
What did that mean? Justin spread, his hips rocking back.
“Mmm. Needy.” Coach’s fingers slid over his belly again, but instead of moving down to grab his cock, they slid up toward his nipples. He shook his head, going up on tiptoe. “You can’t hide them from me. It’s a rule.” Coach rubbed his nipples, almost gently, lulling him before pinching them hard.
“Coach!” Justin tried to jerk away and slipped, almost losing his balance.
Catching him, Coach turned him around and steadied him between his solid body and the shower wall. “Careful, J.”
Justin frowned and dropped his head. “I…. I’m going for a run.” He wanted some time alone.
“Are you trying to hide from me?”
“Yes.” He was upset at having Coach make him think the touch was sweet and then hurting.
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t like that. If you’re going to love on me, don’t make the peace disappear.”
“I was loving on you.” Coach sounded confused.
“I know, and you made me relax and then you pinched me. That’s mean.”
“I didn’t do it to be mean.”
Justin searched Coach’s eyes. “It felt mean.”
“It wasn’t mean, babe. I wanted to make you spark.”
“I don’t spark in the morning. You know that.” He was… slow to wake, at best.
“That wasn’t true yesterday, or the day before.” Well, yeah, Coach had woken him with orgasms.
“But you were….” God, sometimes he was just stupid. “Whatever.” He wasn’t going to worry about it.
“I’ll make a new rule. No pinching in the mornings. But we still make them swollen in the mornings.”
Justin glanced at Coach. “Okay. Okay.” Something tight and unhappy inside him eased, and he shoved into Coach’s arms.
Coach turned his face up and kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth. Justin opened, kissed Coach back, relaxing, letting himself feel it.
Their tongues tangled for a while, and then Coach began to kiss his way down toward Justin’s nipples. Coach had promised not to pinch, and Justin believed him. Trusted him. So he arched, let Coach in. Coach slapped his tongue against one nipple, fingers playing gently with the other. Then Coach began to suck. Justin whimpered, the suction so soft but huge somehow, vast, pulling at him.
Coach’s hands wrapped around his waist, pulling their hips together, their pricks bumping, rubbing so nicely. The pressure became an ache, and he moaned, his balls so heavy. Coach gave his nipple a last lick, then moved over to the other one. The water pouring on his right nipple ached, and he sucked in a sobbing breath.
Without warning, Coach let go of his nipple and bent double, mouth wrapping around his prick.
“Coach!” He never would have guessed his coach would be so… oral.
Coach sucked harder, hands creeping back up to Justin’s nipples.
“Gonna….” He slid his hands down Coach’s arms.
That had Coach increasing his suction. Justin grunted, went up on tiptoe, and shot, shaking through it. Coach kept sucking for a few minutes and then let him slide from that hot mouth. Justin slumped back against the tile, staring, dazed.
Coach kissed his way upward, stopping to lap and lick and suck at his nipples, making them ache and ache. It felt so good, though, and he breathed through it. Coach hummed, stroking Justin’s belly, and it felt like being praised. Justin moaned, fingers stuttering through Coach’s wet hair.
One last pull on Justin’s nipple stretched his skin, and then Coach let go and brought their mouths together for a kiss. Justin moved into the touch, hoping that Coach needed him, wanted him. Groaning, Coach leaned back, prick thick, hot against Justin’s belly.
“What do you want?” he asked, ready to give Coach anything.
“You, babe.”
The words made Justin moan, deepen the kiss with a cry. Coach grasped his right leg and tugged it up over his hip. Justin nodded, hands on Coach’s shoulder.
“Come on up,” murmured Coach, gripping his other leg and encouraging Justin to climb on him.
Justin wrapped his legs around Coach’s waist and braced against the shower wall behind him. “Am I too heavy?”
“Fuck no. Come on, roll up so I can get in.”
Justin tried to move, to make his body do what Coach said.
Coach’s hands were on Justin’s ass, tilting him, and then his hard, hot prick was right there, pressing against Justin. “Babe, you’re negative, yeah?”
“I’ve never. Not with anyone but you.”
“I’m negative. And I would never risk hurting you.”
No. No, Coach wouldn’t. Coach cared for him.
Coach’s thick prick nudged against Justin’s hole, then worked its way in, spreading him slowly. The look of shocked pleasure in Coach’s huge eyes was delicious. “Fuck. Justin. Oh God.” The words turned into moans.
“Good?”
“Fuck yes. Never done it bareback before.”
Neither had he, but Coach knew that.
“Hot. Fuck, Justin.” Coach leaned their foreheads together and stared into his eyes as his thick cock drove deep inside Justin.
Justin inhaled, holding Coach’s gaze, drowning in it.
Once Coach was seated all the way in, he pulled out again. Justin felt every single inch deep inside him, heavy. After coming almost all the way out, Coach then thrust back in, nudging Justin’s gland on the way. That made Justin’s stomach tighten, made him jerk as pleasure lit him up. Moaning, Coach repeated the move and made it happen again. Justin wasn’t hard again, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go with it, ride it. Coach’s face was amazing to watch, pleasure etching deeper with each movement.
“You look so happy.” Justin loved that look on Coach’s face.
“Make me happy. You do, I mean.”
“Good.” The word sounded fierce even to Justin’s own ears.
Coach smiled at him, thrust in. Coach’s lips touched Justin’s again and again, tongue sliding, almost sipping from his mouth. Their bellies slid together, slick from the water and their sweat, because they were both working hard.
“So hot, babe.” Coach panted, his words almost whispers lost beneath the sound of the water.
“Uh-huh. Burning.”
Coach moved faster, thrusting into Justin. He groaned, belly tight, driving back, the pressure inside him huge. One of Coach’s hands slipped between them to wrap around Justin’s cock.
“I can’t. Not again. Just focus on you.”
“Shh.” Coach matched his strokes to his thrusts.
Justin opened his mouth and fought to pull in air. Coach found the join where his shoulder met his neck with his lips and began to work up a mark, sucking softly.
“Oh, fuck….” The gentle touch made Justin’s entire body ripple.
Coach hummed, kept sucking, kept thrusting, kept tugging, all the sensations meeting in the middle somehow. Caught between bonelessness and jerking, rippling muscles, Justin flew. Coach moved faster and faster.
“Coach.” Justin couldn’t believe it, but he was going to shoot. Again.
“Together this time, babe.”
“Uh-huh. Together.” He didn’t bother to argue.
“Right now.” Coach squeezed the head of Justin’s prick even as hi
s hardness slammed deep inside Justin. Coach froze, then matched Justin jolt for jolt as they both came.
Justin’s orgasm left him shaken, sucking in near-frantic breaths. Coach held him against the tile, murmuring softly into his neck as the water came down around them. The arms around him were the only things that held Justin together.
“Love you, babe,” murmured Coach.
Justin kissed Coach’s shoulder.
“All days should start like this.” Listen to the satisfaction in Coach’s voice.
Justin chuckled, the sound rough, husky.
“You don’t agree?”
“I’m melted. Bone-deep.” Like utterly.
“Perfect.”
Coach kissed him, hard and quick, and then carefully let him down. Justin’s legs barely held him, his knees buckling.
“I’ve got you,” Coach assured him, arm around him as he turned the water off.
“Sorry. You make me dizzy.”
“I like that.”
Justin reached for towels, handed one to Coach, and wrapped another around himself. Coach tugged him in close and kissed him again, tongue sliding lazily through his mouth. God, Justin could go back to bed, sleep for a week.
“You want to go to breakfast, babe?”
“I could totally eat.” He nuzzled Coach’s jaw, hummed.
“Me too. A nice big plate of eggs and bacon and sausage and home fries, toast….”
“Gonna make me fat.” They both chuckled at that. Justin had an amazing metabolism. It took massive quantities of food to keep him going.
“I’ll make you swim extra laps if that looks like it’s going to happen.” Coach hauled him in for another kiss, one that left him breathless and reminded him he’d just been fucked within an inch of his life.
How did Coach do that?
Grabbing him around his waist, Coach lifted Justin’s feet off the ground and walked him back into the bedroom. Justin laughed and shook his head. Crazy man.
Coach carried him right to the bed and laid him down on the mattress. “Laughing at me….”
“At us.” Justin curled up in the covers.
Coach joined him. “I thought we were going to go feed your bottomless pit.”
“Mm-hmm.” Food. Yum, but… warm blankets….
Coach laughed softly and blew air against his belly. “I’ll just have to eat you up.”
