by Sean Michael
He kept his rhythm, biting on his lower lip to hold it there. Justin’s body was like a vise, muscles rippling around him, jerking violently. His boy would need to come soon, wouldn’t be able to hold back despite the cock ring. Chris kept pushing a little longer, though, riding this bliss for a few more thrusts.
“Wait for it, boy. Hold on.”
“Trying.”
“Try harder.” He shifted, deliberately hitting Justin’s gland on the next thrust—he wanted Justin to have to work for it, to work to obey him.
“Fuck!” Justin’s body squeezed him hard.
Barely holding on, he thrust in twice more, hitting Justin’s gland both times. Then he shouted, “Come, babe. Now!”
Justin sobbed, jerking underneath him, seed spraying over his flat belly. Chris’s own come sprayed out of him, filling Justin. He hadn’t even finished coming when he reached for the heavy plug.
“Gonna lock myself in you, babe.”
“Huh?” Justin blinked, obviously dazed.
“I’m going to plug you, with my seed inside you.”
“Oh….” Oh, someone liked the sound of that.
“That’s right.” He stayed buried for long enough to kiss Justin long and hard and then began to slip out, plug at the ready.
Justin’s body fought him, squeezed him.
Groaning, he pressed their foreheads together. “So good, babe.”
“Uh. Uh-huh.”
“Gotta let me come out now.” He thrust back in, nudging Justin’s gland again.
“Uhn.” Justin’s eyes crossed.
Chris began to pull out once more, slowly.
“Coach. Coach, I need you.”
He shoved back in again. “Got me.”
“Yes….” The look of need on Justin’s face was delicious.
Chris thrust again, then again. Justin accepted him, taking him in and in, crying out for him. Groaning, he kept thrusting, lost again in the pleasure of their bodies. Fuck, Justin made him feel like a superhero. He kept moving, building them back up. Justin was moaning, jerking, bound cock slapping that pretty belly.
“Yeah, that’s it, babe. Show me how good it is.”
Justin just nodded, lips open and needy. Chris changed his angle slightly and reached for Justin’s lips, traced them with his tongue first before making it a real kiss. Justin groaned, tonguefucking Chris’s lips. Chris nipped at Justin’s tongue and then sucked on it, soothing the little hurt. He felt Justin’s joy milking his cock.
Chris undid the cock ring and slipped it off. Justin could have this third orgasm as soon as he wanted it.
“Love you. Oh fuck. Coach.”
“Love you, babe. Show me. Come for me. Come on.” He slammed in again.
Justin sobbed, fighting to shoot, caught up. Chris rubbed a finger over Justin’s slit. When he let his nail dig in, Justin lost it, screaming and shooting for him. He let go as well, more of his spunk filling Justin’s body.
This time Chris didn’t wait. He slipped free and plugged Justin while his boy was still moaning. He turned the plug until it was perfectly seated. Then he stroked Justin’s belly, rubbing his boy’s spunk into the fine skin.
“Oh God. So much.”
“Just enough.” He kissed Justin’s belly and then his lovely lips.
“Uh-huh. Enough.”
“Ready to be undone, babe?”
“Uh-huh.”
Chris kissed his way up to Justin’s right wrist. Justin’s fingers curled, his boy relaxed, easy. He massaged Justin’s wrist, his arm, and then moved to kiss his way up the other arm. As soon as Justin’s arms were free, Justin grabbed him, held him. Chris kissed his boy, moaning into Justin’s mouth as he held on.
“The plug, Coach.”
“No, you mean the ropes around your ankles have to come off.” The plug was staying. He could tell that Justin was working the plug, body moving around it. “That stays in, boy.”
“How long?” Justin’s hips were already moving again.
“Until morning.”
“I’ll go crazy.”
“I’ll hold you through it.”
“Promise?”
“I swear.”
His sweet, loving boy melted for him, nodded. “Thank you.”
“Always.” He got Justin’s legs free of the ropes and then tugged Just into his arms, ready to hold Justin all night long. Hell, he was ready to hold Justin forever.
“Love.” Justin sighed, long and slow.
“Yeah, babe. Love you forever.”
“Forever sounds perfect. I need some sleep. My head’s full of thoughts.”
That made him chuckle. “God forbid.”
“I know, right?”
He laughed and kissed Justin through it. God, he was never letting go of Justin again.
Chapter Sixteen
CHRIS HAD errands to run and the kids weren’t in the pool, so Justin went to do laps. He worked the water, moving and turning, pushing himself fast for a few laps, then taking a dozen laps slow and lazy before speeding along again. This was where he needed to be. Right here, cutting through the water.
“So unresign.” Coach’s voice rang in his head.
I can’t, Coach. What if I’ve lost it? What if I’m not good anymore?
He swore he could hear Coach snort and threaten to spank him if he kept running himself down.
Creepy.
Also, it sort of made him smile.
Someone jumped into the water. Justin stopped at the edge and glanced over, arms tired enough that they felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.
Coach grinned at him. “I’m all erranded out. You gonna be much longer here?”
“I was just goofing off.” Coach would growl if he knew how long Justin had actually been going.
Coach chuckled. “You ready to call it a day, then? I need to do a few laps to keep my tummy down.”
“I can do more.” Maybe. He headed off, his muscles totally shot, his form blown to hell.
They swam a few laps, and then Coach stopped him. “I thought you said you’d just been goofing off?”
“Uh-huh.” His heart raced, pounding in his chest.
“For how long?”
“Huh?” Fuck.
“Get out of the pool, Justin. You know better than to overwork yourself.”
“I’m good.” He wasn’t training.
Coach climbed out and held out a hand to him, one eyebrow raised. He stared at Coach’s hand, trying to force his arm to rise, but it wouldn’t go.
“Justin….” Coach shook his head, leaned down and grasped him under the arms, dragged him out of the water.
“Thanks.” He landed on the coping, his ass slapping the tile.
“Damn it, babe. You know better than this.”
“I was just playing around.”
“No, playing around doesn’t leave you too tired to stand or to pull yourself out of the pool. What if I hadn’t come along when I did?”
“I’m okay! Don’t snarl! You’re not my coach anymore, right?”
“I’m your lover, and that gives me every right to be worried about you drowning yourself. And if you’re so okay, let’s see you get up.”
“I won’t drown!” He drew his legs up, stood, and rolled his eyes. “See?” Then his left leg collapsed, and he went crashing into the water.
“Justin!” He heard Coach’s shout, the splash as Coach jumped in.
He didn’t panic—the water was his home, but his arms didn’t want to pull him more than a stroke or two.
Coach came up from beneath him, pulling him back against the solid body. “I’ve got you.”
“I hit my leg on the coping, Coach.” He knew better than to struggle.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
He nodded. “Am I in trouble?”
Coach swam them to the rim and forced him up onto the edge of the pool. “Let’s get you out and make sure you’re okay first.”
“Okay.” They got him back up, his leg already brui
sing.
Coach rubbed his other leg, his arms. “How are you feeling?”
“Stupid.”
Coach nodded. “You know better.”
“I was thinking.”
“Proving yet again how dangerous that is.” Coach winked.
“Yeah, yeah.” He closed his eyes, counting to twenty as the room spun.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just a little dizzy.”
Coach growled at him.
“What?”
“I don’t like it when you’re hurt, babe. Especially when it was something avoidable.”
“I just needed to swim it out.”
Coach stared at him. He sighed.
“Come on, babe. Showers and then home.”
“Uh-huh.” He sat up, testing his sore, sore leg.
“How bad is it?”
“Tender. Not broken, I don’t think.”
“Good.” Coach helped him stand, arm around his waist as they started moving.
Justin made it to the showers before he needed to sit again. Coach cleaned him as he sat in the stall, water falling all around him.
“I’m okay.” He was going to die before he got home.
“Don’t try to fudge the truth with me.”
“You’re coaching again.”
“You think if I had never coached, I wouldn’t care that you’re pushing yourself and dancing around the truth with me?”
“If you’d never coached. That’s like saying, if the sun stopped rising.”
“Then you can’t expect me not to be the coach.” Coach gave him a wink.
“I don’t. I mean, I expect you to be the coach. I just… you don’t have to be.”
“I love you, babe. Call it coaching, call it caring for my lover, call it what you want, it’s what I do, and I’m not going to stop.”
“Love you.” He held on, breathing slow. “We should go home.”
“You think you can walk yet?”
“I can. I’m hungry.”
“I’ll bet. You want hot dogs? We’ve got some. Buns even, I think.”
“Oh, yum. You know I love hot dogs.”
“You love anything I cook instead of you.”
“Don’t be ugly. I was paying you a compliment.” He cooked, didn’t he? All the fucking time. And he was good at it.
“I wasn’t being ugly!”
“You were too. You act like I’m this spoiled brat, and I’m not. I work hard.”
“I do not treat you like a spoiled brat, and I know you work hard. Aren’t you in trouble, in fact, for working too hard in the pool?” Coach grasped his arms and tugged him up against his solid body, eyes staring right into his. “What’s this about, Justin?”
“I want to compete again. I don’t want to teach kids how to do this. I want to race.” The words poured out of him in a rush.
Coach’s lips spread into a smile that reached his eyes. “Done.”
“Yeah?”
“You bet. I’ll call the national body and tell them you’re training for next year’s worlds.”
“Okay. Okay, yeah.” His heart was racing.
Coach wrapped around him, hugging him hard. “I’m proud of you, Justin. So fucking proud.”
“I want to go home and just… be home.”
“You’re always home when we’re together.” Coach turned off the water and snagged a towel, started to rub him down.
“Yeah. It’s been a rough day.”
“I’ve got you, babe.” Coach kissed his forehead.
“I know.” It meant the world to him.
“Then let’s go home and have hot dogs. We have a comeback to plan.”
“Okay. Yes. Let’s get to work.”
Coach’s arm went around his shoulders, leading him back to the locker room and his clothes. Yeah. They had work to do.
It felt good.
THEY HAD hot dogs with mustard and sauerkraut and washed them down with water. They were going to have to set up a meal plan as well as a training plan. Chris had to admit he was looking forward to having a swimmer in contention again.
They cleaned up together, and he bumped hips with his babe.
“I’m going to go take an Advil, Coach. I’m sore all over.”
“Go get naked and lie down on the bed, babe.”
“Okay.” There was a new relaxation in Justin’s shoulders, a sense of self.
Chris followed slowly, admiring his boy. “I’m going to give you a massage. Baby oil and everything.”
“Really? I haven’t had a full massage from you in years.”
“Then it’s about time you did.”
“I always hated your massages. You know that?”
“You did?” He’d thought Justin had enjoyed them.
“Uh-huh.” Justin nodded. “I was always terrified that I’d spring wood.”
“Ah, well, I promise you this time I’m going to be disappointed if you don’t.”
He got a quick grin. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Lie on your stomach, babe. We’ll start with your back.”
He waited until Justin was lying down and then straddled the lovely back. Justin’s muscles were overworked, and the latent tension was evident in the broad shoulders. Chris rubbed baby oil over his hands and onto Justin’s back, then started kneading, working the abused muscles. A sound filled the air—pure joy, deep release. He made a happy noise himself and kept working, making sure he got every muscle relaxed.
Justin melted underneath him, quiet, still. He worked his way down Justin’s back and then rubbed that pretty ass. Muscled legs spread for him, Justin totally trusting. He massaged his way down Justin’s thighs. Justin moaned, legs trembling. He rubbed his way back up so he could tease the skin between Justin’s balls and his hole.
“Oh….” Justin’s hips rolled.
“Feeling better, babe?” He repeated the caress.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Good.” He gave Justin’s hole one last tickle before going back to Justin’s legs, rubbing the strong calves.
Justin groaned, the sound almost pained.
“These are still sore.”
“Yes. Yes, Coach.”
“I’ve got you covered.” He kept working Justin’s poor leg muscles.
“Oh God. Oh God. Sore. Hurts.”
“Okay, babe. Just breathe. Breathe through it.”
Justin nodded, toes curling, muscles tightening up. Chris kept working the stubborn muscles, not scolding Justin for pushing today. Justin knew. His muscles were telling him every second.
Soft cries told Chris he was finding the spot where the massage was going to start working. His boy was going to have to rest tomorrow—completely, totally—and let the muscles heal. He’d have to remind Justin that it wasn’t a punishment. It wasn’t reneging on the rules. It was simply what happened when these poor muscles were overworked.
Finally Justin let out a storm of sharp curses, a soft sob, and then his muscles let go.
“That’s it, babe.” Chris gentled his movements, fingers rubbing, easing the loosened muscles.
“Oh God. Better. Better. Oh God.”
Yeah, he’d bet it was. He rubbed his hands all the way down to Justin’s feet, warming and working them as well. Justin was boneless when Chris turned his boy over. He started at his boy’s feet, slowly working his way back up. He didn’t mess with the awful black bruise on Justin’s leg. He needed to get ice and heat on that.
Chris rubbed his thumbs along Justin’s hips. His swimmer. His. His no-longer-retired swimmer.
“Love you, babe.”
“Love.” Justin’s face was a study in peace.
Smiling, Chris kept the massage going, rubbing Justin’s amazing abs gently. He started working down one arm, paying attention to Justin’s shoulder. Then he worked his way back up and over to the other side. It was a massage, but it was more now than massages used to be. Now he could enjoy as he touched, could think about it being more.
Justin moan
ed, soft, low, legs beginning to shift. It was beginning to turn, this massage, from relaxation to sensation. Chris rubbed his thumbs across Justin’s nipples. The sweet rosy nips drew up, reached for his touch.
“Sweet wanton.”
“I’m not sweet, am I?” Justin asked.
“The way you need is.” He noted that Justin didn’t deny the wanton.
“I can accept that.” The corners of Justin’s lips turned up.
Chuckling, Chris stretched up and kissed that smile. Justin moaned for him, lips chasing his. He pressed them together, taking kiss after kiss.
“Love you, huh?” Justin gazed into his eyes.
“I know. And I love you. And everything is going to work out wonderfully.”
“You think so?” It seemed like Justin couldn’t fight his grin.
“No, I know so.”
“I hope so.”
“You hope, I’ll know.” Chris wrapped a hand around Justin’s prick, “massaging” it.
“Coach. Oh God. I used to….”
“Used to what, babe?”
“Imagine. Fantasize.”
“About this?” He kept stroking the hot, hard flesh.
“Yes. God yes. About a massage turning into something bigger.”
“So I’m your fantasy come true.”
“You always have been.”
Oh. Oh damn. Moaning, Chris kissed Justin until they were both breathless. Justin was holding on to him, rocking against him. He spread Justin’s legs with his knees, and Justin opened wide, wrapped those strong legs around Chris. He nudged at that sweet little hole.
Justin groaned, shifted his hips so they rubbed together. Chris kept pushing, the tip of his cock breaching Justin’s hole. He moaned as the sweet tightness scraped against his prick.
“Babe…. So tight.” He pushed in a little farther.
“Deeper.” Justin moaned, taking him in deeper and deeper.
He nodded, thrust in harder.
“Coach. Coach, love.” Justin stared right at him, eyes burning. “You’re the only thing bigger than the water.” There was no higher compliment in Justin’s world.
“Babe….” Chris groaned, thrusting in hard.
“Yeah.” Justin groaned too and kissed him, the need burning Chris to the core.
Chris kept thrusting, pushing into his babe over and over. The sweet body rippled around him, gripping his cock. He found a rhythm, riding Justin’s body. It was slow, easy, mind-blowingly sweet.
