by Sean Michael
He wasn’t going to let Justin do that. Growling, he grabbed Justin and pressed a hard kiss on Justin’s lips. Justin moaned and shoved into his arms, pouring all that energy into him, trusting him with it. Chris took the kiss deeper, letting Justin know he was being claimed. Justin was his boy. Period, end of sentence.
And if Justin started swimming again, well, fuck everyone who had a problem with them. Lots of spouses coached their loved ones. He felt it when Justin relaxed, when his boy gave in and let him inside. He hummed his approval, hand finding Justin’s ass and holding on.
He loved the hint of chlorine on Justin’s lips. It felt so right, so how Justin should taste. Groaning, he pressed them closer together, tonguefucking Justin’s lips wildly. Justin’s cock was hard, his boy humping, rubbing off against him.
Chris glanced at the door. Good, they’d closed it, and he’d locked it after coming in.
He encouraged Justin’s movements. He shoved his hand in Justin’s pants, into the still-wet suit. He found Justin’s hard prick and wrapped his hand around it, the heat of it burning against his palm. Justin humped hard, driving, pushing him with needy little sounds. He rubbed his thumb across the tip. They hadn’t yet gone into what the sounds were, not properly, but he wanted to fuck Justin’s slit.
Justin cried out into his lips and came, heat spraying over his fingers.
“That’s my boy.”
“Oh God, Coach.” Justin moaned, kiss going sloppy.
He couldn’t help but smile, which didn’t help the kiss take shape any better, but he didn’t care. He had his boy’s softening prick in his hand, the smell of spunk mixing with chlorine and laundry soap like the best cologne ever. He kept the kisses going but eased back, letting Justin breathe.
“Mine,” he said. “All mine.”
“Yeah. Yeah, man.”
“You could say it with more conviction, because it’s true.”
“We just rubbed off at work. That’s conviction.”
He chuckled. “You got off. I’m still hard.”
“You need to catch up.” Justin winked at him, playful, teasing.
“You going to help me with that?” He took Justin’s hand and placed it on his crotch.
“I am. We won’t get in trouble, right? I don’t want to fuck up your job.”
“Door’s locked, babe.” He put his hands on Justin’s shoulders, encouraging him down.
Justin knelt, moving easily. Sweet, hungry little cock hound. Chris didn’t undo his swimming trunks, letting Justin work for his prick. Justin tugged the hair above his cock as he yanked the suit down. Chris grunted, slid his hand through Justin’s hair.
“Sorry, Coach.” Justin’s warm lips nuzzled his pubes.
“S’okay—you surprised me.” He kept stroking Justin’s hair, groaning as Justin’s chin brushed the base of his cock.
“Horny man.” Justin dragged his tongue along the shaft, then set to sucking him off.
He was going to reply, but the suction was too fucking good, and he let it go, focused on his boy and the things Justin was doing to him. Steady and strong, Justin sucked like a Hoover, pulling him in, swallowing around him.
“Oh, fuck, babe. Not a race.” He wasn’t really complaining, though. Justin was going to make him come, make him lose it. “Soon.” The word was more of a moan, but it was the best warning he could manage with the way Justin was lighting up his prick.
Justin groaned, rolling Chris’s balls, pushing him.
“Eager boy.” He tightened his hands in Justin’s hair and moaned.
Justin’s answer was to take him in farther, swallow around his cock. Chris’s hips bucked, pushing his cock even deeper as he came down his boy’s throat. Justin didn’t lose a drop. Not one drop.
He kept hold of Justin’s head long after his boy had cleaned him and let him slip from between those lips.
“We should go to work. You’re going to get in trouble.” Justin kissed his belly.
“We have kids at four o’clock, but we’re free until then.”
“Still.” Stubborn man.
“Put my prick away and we’ll go have some lunch. You can work up a schedule for the kids—I want to see how you think they should be training based on what you saw today.”
“Okay, okay.” Justin tucked him in, stood, straightened his clothes.
Chris stroked Justin’s cheek and drew him in close for another kiss. “We also need to see about cooking classes and start getting organized on grocery shopping and shit.”
“You’re serious about that?”
“You know I am—we made it a rule, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, but… I don’t cook, man.”
“Hence the cooking classes.”
Really, two grown men couldn’t go their whole lives without ever using the kitchen except for the very basics. Justin rolled his eyes, but they headed out, leaving the grinding of the washing machine behind. They’d change the towels over when they got back.
“What do you feel like for lunch?”
“I’m easy. Pizza?”
Christ. He was going to outlaw pizza. “How are you not sick to death of pizza? You can have anything you want. The sky’s the limit. Pick something other than pizza.”
“Uh. Turkey sandwiches.”
“Subway it is.” He got into the car, grinned at Justin. “Thanksgiving this year, we’ll make our own turkey and have leftover sandwiches for a week.”
Justin stared at him, obviously surprised. “We will? I…. Okay. Okay. I’d like that. You know my folks—they don’t cook.”
No. No, Justin’s people were unique, to say the least. Two incredibly intellectual people who had two incredibly physical children. Justin’s sister had been one hell of a distance runner, but she’d died at twenty, keeled over from a heart condition.
“A turkey and all the fixings. Even if it kills us. So we’d better get you signed up for those cooking classes soon.” They’d be in trouble if at least one of them didn’t have a decent grasp of the basics by the time November rolled around.
“Us. I’m not taking them alone.”
He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to learn. “Suppers are going to be your job, though.”
“Why? Why do you want me to cook?”
“You’ll be setting the menus, making your shopping list. I’ll go shopping with you, but it’ll be your show, babe.” He pulled up into the parking lot at the mall closest to his place, down at the end with the Subway.
“But why? I don’t understand.”
“Because we can’t live on pizza and takeout, babe. And because you need routine.”
“I like pizza.” Justin got out of the car, inhaled. “Smells good.”
“You can’t eat just pizza, though. Besides, I bet we can learn to make it.” He led the way to the Subway.
Justin got a sandwich heavy on the veggies and turkey, foregoing the chips.
Chris ordered the same for himself, and they settled at a little table by the windows. “You’re eating healthy now that you’re not having pizza.”
“You know I like sandwiches with crunch.”
He did. He also knew that Justin loved oatmeal and eggs, and that the man adored pasta. “I do. I know more about you than any other person on earth.”
“You do.” Justin didn’t look worried.
He smiled across at his boy. What would Justin say if Chris told him he knew more about Justin than Justin did?
“How’s your sandwich?” Justin asked.
“It makes an awesome change from pizza.”
Justin stuck his tongue out.
“Don’t stick that out if you aren’t going to use it.”
“I already used it.”
Chris threw his head back and laughed.
Justin snorted, finished his sandwich. “Man, I should have gotten the footlong.”
“That’s the swimming.” He handed a twenty over. “Go get yourself another one.”
“You sure? You want anything?”
“I think I saw cookies up there.”
“I’ll grab you one.” Justin headed back to the counter, where he laughed and talked to the guy behind the bar.
Already his boy was happier than when Justin had first called. Hell, he was happier today than he’d been yesterday. Give him a few weeks and the weight would be off Justin’s back.
Justin needed the pool, his routine, and Chris. Luckily, he could give his babe all three.
Chapter Eleven
JUSTIN WOKE up and stretched, back popping, naked body sliding on the sheets. He’d been dreaming about swimming, about cutting through the water. A warm hand slid along his side and curled around his hip.
“Mmm. Morning.” He let Coach encourage him down for another snuggle.
Coach tugged them together, nuzzling into his neck. Coach’s hair was soft, thick, warm on his fingers. He felt the heat of Coach’s breath and then of Coach’s tongue licking at his collarbone. He chuckled, the warmth and gentle tickle perfect. Coach’s smile felt good against his skin.
“I like waking up with you,” he noted idly.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Coach’s hand slid across his belly.
“It is. So good.”
Coach leaned into him, took his lips. Justin moaned, the kiss slow and lazy, easy and endless. It turned the morning into a wonderful thing. He slowly stroked Coach’s chest, belly, fingers trailing.
“Mmm. I like the direction this is going.”
“I like lazy mornings.” His fingertips brushed the tip of Coach’s cock.
“Uh-huh.” Coach moved toward his hand, into his touch.
Justin snuggled in, closing his eyes as he slowly jacked Coach off, moving his fingers up and down along the shaft. Coach reached up to finger Justin’s right nipple. God, he was aching there—so tender. Back and forth went that finger. Then Coach started using his fingernail. Justin rumbled, shook his head. So much.
Coach took his mouth, tongue pushing in as he began to tug lightly on the same nipple. Justin’s grip on Coach’s cock hiccupped. Then he squeezed harder, hand moving faster. Fingers sliding, Coach moved to Justin’s other nipple and rubbed his thumb into it. The touches weren’t too much, weren’t enough to shock him or bring him out of this soft, quiet space.
The kiss ended, and then Coach kissed his way down to Justin’s left nipple. He tensed, and sure enough, Coach’s mouth wrapped around his flesh, the suction making him ache a little. Coach eased him back on the mattress, hands moving over Justin’s skin, trailing over his belly and pushing hard enough that he had to relax.
The suction around Justin’s left nipple got stronger, his flesh swelling up for Coach. Oh fuck. That felt so good. It went on and on, the ache building slowly.
“Coach….” Justin was hard, and his balls felt heavy.
Humming, Coach finally let his nipple go, only to move to the other one and wrap hot lips around it. Somehow Justin was still holding on to Coach’s cock, Coach’s hips pushing the heat along his palm. He hadn’t even noticed, he was so caught in pleasure. The thrusts came in time with Coach’s suction, the thick cock almost throbbing in time with his nipple. Justin arched, propelled himself up toward Coach’s body, wanting friction on his prick.
Chris came off his nipple, checked both closely before nodding, grinning. “Perfect.”
“P-perfect?” Justin rubbed the tip of Coach’s cock, sliding the slick precome around.
Coach groaned, jerked for him. “Nice and swollen. Red. Mine.” He kissed Justin’s right nipple. “Wanna suck each other off?”
“Yes.” Justin turned, groaning as he rubbed against Coach, the sheets.
Coach grasped Justin’s hips and held on tight, fingers digging into his skin. Licking softly, Coach bathed Justin’s prick. Justin spread his thighs and took Coach’s hips, dragging him in. Coach’s moan vibrated against his prick, and then the head of his prick was wrapped in heat.
“Coach….” Justin responded in kind, licking a line around the tip of that fine cock.
Coach’s tongue slapped at his slit. Justin grunted, sucked Coach in, pulling hard. Coach bucked his hips, pushing his prick deeper. Justin buried his nose in the soft heaviness of Coach’s balls, inhaling the warm, familiar scent. One soft moan after another vibrated his prick as Coach sucked him. They rocked together, and it was almost sweet, totally easy to love on each other like that.
Coach’s hands landed on his ass, and fingers slid into his crack. He hummed and swallowed around the tip of Coach’s cock, Coach’s gasp nearly dislodging Justin’s cock. Oh yeah. He swallowed again and again, sucking hard. Coach began sucking just as hard, matching Justin’s rhythm. Justin nodded, soaring, aching to come.
At that moment Coach shoved a finger into Justin’s ass. Uhn. Justin’s legs spread wide involuntarily as Coach continued to suck while running that finger deep inside him. Justin rode the touch, sucking harder, pulling with all his might. Coach worked another finger in and hit Justin’s gland. Justin cried out, digging his fingers into Coach’s thighs. Again and again Coach pegged Justin’s gland.
“Coach!” Coach’s cock popped out of Justin’s mouth, and he shot.
Still sucking to beat the band, Coach drank him down. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He sobbed, fucking Coach’s mouth. Coach encouraged it, fingers moving in and out, filling him over and over.
“Please. Please.” He was still hard, still aching.
“Roll over, babe.”
Justin moved, eager, needy for whatever Coach would give him. When Coach’s fingers slid back into him, slick now, stretching, Justin nodded, opened to let him in however he wanted. Those fingers weren’t in him for long before they slid away, and then it was Coach’s cock, spreading him even wider. The pressure was intense, filling him so deep.
“Fucking love you, Justin.”
“Coach.” Oh, he wanted to believe that.
“Love. You.” Coach thrust in with each word, hitting his gland.
“Yes. Don’t stop. Please.”
“Not stopping.” No, Coach moved even faster, taking him harder.
Justin took him in and in, moaning, his cock achingly hard again. Coach dropped one hand from his hips to wrap around Justin’s prick, closing the circle of pleasure. All Justin could do was nod, moan, share his ecstasy. Coach kept pumping into him, the thick cock so good.
“Sweet. So fucking good.”
“Uh-huh.” Coach thrust in harder.
Justin tensed, so close, his body so tight. Coach’s fingers brushed against his slit on the next thrust, and Justin came again, shaking with it, flying. Then Coach cried out, filled him with heat.
“Oh God. Oh God….” Justin panted, overwhelmed.
Coach pulled out and drew him down, wrapped around him and held on. Justin caught his breath, melted, happy.
“Morning, babe.”
“Morning, Coach.”
“Mmm…. Let me know when you’re ready to talk about today’s punishments.
“Hmm?” What? No way.
“You heard me. We didn’t get to it last night, so it’s got to be now. And you knew this was coming. It was why we made the rules in the first place.”
“This sucks. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Except break the rules that we clearly set out the other day.”
“What? When? What did I do?”
“The big thing was the running yourself down you were doing yesterday.”
“When?” Had he? Yesterday? Bullshit.
“In the laundry room at the pool.”
“I was yelling at you.”
“You were putting yourself down while you were yelling at me.”
Well… well, what the fuck was he supposed to say to that?
“I think three swats are fair,” Coach suggested.
“I don’t like this idea.” Three swats, though, he could handle that.
“We’ve talked about this. We made a list, and I was clear we’d started.”
“I still don’t like it.”
; “Well, of course not. It’s a punishment.”
His lips opened, closed, opened again. Coach chuckled and kissed him, his tongue slipping into Justin’s mouth. Before he knew it, Coach had him over his lap, hand on his ass. The first swat was shocking, the second less so, and the third almost painful. As soon as Chris stopped, Justin was up and moving, off the bed, toward the shower.
“No.” Coach’s voice cracked out, stopping him in his tracks.
“What?”
“Come back here.”
He wrapped his arms around his belly. “Why?”
“Because you’re missing the best part about punishments.”
“The best part?” Justin wanted a hug so fucking bad.
“Come here, J.” Coach held out a hand, and Justin went like he was drawn over. Coach tugged him back onto the bed and held him close. “The best part of a punishment is after, when I hold you.”
Justin didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing. He sat there, cuddling in. Coach rubbed Justin’s ass, making it tingle.
“How does it feel?”
“Embarrassing.”
“No, Justin. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. Does it tingle at all when I rub it? Ache?”
He nodded, hiding his face in Coach’s shoulder.
“A good ache, isn’t it?” Coach squeezed his ass, fingers digging in.
“Uh… uh-huh.” It shouldn’t be good, but it was.
“And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Coach swatted him again, but lightly. “Sometimes we’ll do it just for fun.” Now Coach’s lips were on his throat. “Sometimes we’ll do it because we need it. We need the heat and the way it makes us feel.” Justin’s ass got another squeeze. “Sometimes you’ll ask for it, and sometimes you’ll act up so the punishment comes.”
No. No way. No way at all.
Coach gave him a knowing look. “You will. You’ll see.”
“I don’t know what to do, man.”
“Just accept it. You’ll learn about it as we go.”
That actually seemed like the easiest answer on earth, so Justin nodded.
“My brave, beautiful, talented boy.”
The soft praise made him blush, but it felt amazing.
