Personal Best

by Sean Michael

“Yes.” He groaned, hissed the word into Jessy’s mouth.

  Jessy rocked them together harder, faster, blue eyes staring right into him, penetrating him.

  “Fuck. Fuck me. Please. In me. Jess.”

  “Anything.” Jessy reached over to the side table and came up with lube. “I had a hunch we’d end up in here.”

  Mike laughed, the sound a little wild, a lot desperate. “In here. In there. Everywhere.”

  Jessy kissed him again, hard and needy and long enough to distract him until two hot, slick fingers were pushing into his body.

  “Oh. Yes.” His shoulders left the couch, hips slamming down.

  “Yes,” growled Jessy, fucking him with those two fingers, twisting and curling them, pushing them in until they hit his gland.

  Mike cried out, bucking, riding hard, nipples aching. “There. There. More.”

  “Yeah.” Jessy kept pushing those fingers into him, driving him wild, making him throb from nipple to ass to cock.

  “Gonna. Gonna. Jess. Jess. Please.” He was babbling, moaning, flying.

  “Wait for me. Just wait.” Jessy’s fingers disappeared, that thick heat pushing into him a moment later, all Jessy.

  “Oh….” The room spun, lights sparking behind his eyes. “Need.”

  Jessy nodded and started to fuck him, strokes long and fast. Everything got bright, passion filling him, soaring inside him. All he saw was Jessy. Those eyes.

  Jessy’s hand wrapped around Mike’s prick, finding Mike’s lips with his own. Mike shot, balls aching and hard, heart pounding.

  “Mike!” Jessy growled, jerking into him, filling him deep.

  He nodded, moaning, whimpering. Jessy collapsed against him, face buried in his neck, pressing the clamps against his skin.

  He shivered, panting. “Oh. Oh, love.”

  Jessy growled softly, tongue gentle and hot against his neck.

  Best Christmas ever.

  “Love you, baby,” murmured Jessy. “Lots.”

  “Love you. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Just wait until you see the rest of your gifts.” Oh, Jessy’s blue eyes were positively wicked as Jessy released the clamps without warning.

  His eyes popped open, ass squeezing Jessy’s cock. “The rest?”

  Jessy laughed, rubbing his nipples and then tugging him in close.

  He cuddled in. Oh. Wow. More.

  Merry, merry Christmas.

  JESSY DECIDED that making love for three hours was definitely the right way to start Christmas morning. He was enjoying this making their own traditions thing. Making love, napping. And now presents. If they could drag their asses out of bed to the tree that was.

  Either way he was having a good time.

  Mike reached over, grabbed some juice, and offered him a nice, long drink before finishing the glass off.

  He stroked Mike’s side. “You think we should make our way to the front room? Or make love some more?”

  “Mmm…. Next year? Presents in the bedroom.” Mike snuggled.

  “Oh, now, that’s a good idea. It’s not like most of mine won’t wind up in here anyway.” He gave Mike a wink.

  Mike’s dark eyes went wide, meeting his. “Oh. Maybe we should go open them.”

  He laughed, sliding his hand down to find Mike’s ass and goosing him.

  Mike squeaked, pushed against him. “Bitch!”

  Jessy kept laughing, sliding his hand over the skin he’d pinched, teasing. Mike dipped his head, finding a nipple with his teeth, biting. Jessy gasped, hips jerking, his already worn-out cock trying to get hard again.

  Mike chuckled. “Come on. If we don’t eat and move, we’ll stick to the sheets.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  Mike’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe not a bad thing….”

  Laughing, he rolled Mike, kissing his baby hard. Then he stood and hauled Mike up. “Come on, I want my presents.”

  “And breakfast.” Mike wiggled, laughed, cheeks flushed, eyes dancing.

  “I’m thinking another shot of cream’ll do me for breakfast,” he murmured, sliding his fingers along Mike’s chest.

  “Jessy….” Mike pinked, cock jerking a little.

  “Yeah, baby?” He smiled, let his fingers slide lower.

  “We’re getting presents….” Oh, that was a sweet, husky sound.

  “Oh, that’s right.” He slid his hands around to the small of Mike’s back, fingers stroking. Then he bent to kiss gently, licking those sweet lips. “Present number one. Merry Christmas.”

  Mike melted into him. “The best one.”

  He walked them down the hall, pressing kiss after kiss onto Mike’s lips. Mike moved easy, trusting him, loving him.

  He gave Mike one last kiss. “No fooling around on the stairs.” He took Mike’s hand and led the way down.

  “Always taking care of me.” Mike squeezed his hand, held him.

  “That’s my job.”

  He led Mike into the kitchen, figuring they needed food first or they’d never get to it.

  Mike grabbed the oatmeal and the brown sugar. “It’s Christmas. Hot cocoa?”

  He gave Mike a look that said “don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” but he nodded. “Warm the milk up on the stove—it’ll taste better.”

  Mike nodded and bounced, humming “Deck the Halls.” Just what Mike needed. Chocolate. He shook his head. Of course he knew what to do with that bounce. Mike made cocoa and oatmeal, ass wiggling, while Jessy made toast.

  “You keep moving that and you aren’t going to get fed.”

  “You are supposed to be focusing on toast.”

  “Dry bread? You want me to focus on dry bread when your ass is in view?” He chuckled, bumping their hips together.

  Mike nodded. “Yep. The toast, Coach. Focus on the toast.”

  He laughed, grabbing Mike’s chin and tilting his head, taking a hard kiss. Mike opened right up, laughing into their kiss. He loved it, seeing those eyes so happy.

  He grabbed Mike’s ass with his free hand, squeezing as he deepened the kiss and then gentled it again. “Oatmeal and cocoa.” He winked.

  “Mmm…. Yeah. Then presents. You want bananas, applesauce, or peaches in your oats?”

  “Oh, I like bananas.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  Mike swatted his ass, then grabbed two bananas and some walnuts. His swimmer was becoming quite the cook. A moment later, they were eating, the food good. Almost as good as Mike looked, all tousled and naked.

  There was chocolate whipped cream on the hot cocoa. Mike drank deep, foam forming the hint of a mustache on his upper lip. Chuckling, Jessy leaned in and licked it away.

  Mike pinked, looking pleased as anything. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas. Come on, are you finished? There’s presents.”

  “There are. I am.” Mike tossed the bowls into the sink. “Did you get Aunt Kathy’s box?”

  “Under the tree.” He grabbed Mike’s hand. “Dishes can wait.”

  Mike nodded, bouncing beside him. “Hell, yes. Dishes are so not Christmassy.”

  “I knew I should have nixed the cocoa.”

  “It’s Christmas.” Mike dropped down by the tree, tossed him a box from Kathy’s care package.

  He opened it, laughed, and tossed the pair of socks at Mike. “She has real imagination, your aunt.”

  Mike held up a box of chocolate-covered cherries. “She’s a goddess among women.”

  He held his hand out for the chocolates. “We can bring it to UT when the pool opens again.”

  “Uh-uh. Mine. My Christmas. There’s a box in here somewhere for you.” Mike tossed him another box, identical to Mike’s.

  “No chocolate. No exceptions.” He hated to be a hardass on Christmas, but he’d already broken the rule once today.

  Mike put the box to one side, gave him the patented “we’re not fighting about this” face. “What do you want next? There’s an envelope from Kathy and stuff from me.”


  “What’s in the envelope?” He was far more interested in presents from Mike.

  Mike shrugged. “Gift certificate? Check, maybe? Gift card?”

  “I want something from you.”

  “’Kay.” Mike handed him a box wrapped in shiny, red paper. Inside there were a pair of fuzzy dice and a steering wheel cover that had “Coach” embroidered on it.

  He laughed, grabbing Mike’s arm and dragging him over for a hard kiss. “Awesome.”

  Mike beamed. “Yeah? Cool. I thought they’d be fun. Oh, here’s another one.” This one was a little bigger, a lot heavier.

  “You gonna open any of yours?” He shook the package to see if it made any noise.

  “Sure.” Mike grabbed a box, grinning as it jingled and rattled. “Just open it.”

  Laughing, he opened the package, finding a shaving kit complete with his favorite shaving cream and aftershave. “This is great.”

  “There’s everything you need. Nail clippers, toothbrush, soap. Everything. So you won’t have to repack.”

  “That’s awesome, thank you.” He leaned over and took a nice, long kiss.

  Mike cuddled in, skin a little chilled, warming under his touch. “Open your present.”

  Mike nodded, tearing the paper off.

  He hoped Mike liked it; the guy at the garage had assured him this was the best tool kit for motorcycle repairs.

  “Ooh! Oh, man! This rocks.” Mike pushed into his arms, kissing him hard.

  He wrapped his arms around Mike, humming into their kiss.

  Oh. Thankful Mike? Very hot and snuggly.

  “I’m glad you like it, baby.” He slid his hands along all that smooth skin.

  “You’re good to me.” Mike pushed closer, rubbed against him.

  “It’s in my interest to be,” he noted, rubbing back happily.

  “There are more presents….” Mike brushed his lips across Jessy’s jaw.

  “Yeah. I think you should open a few more of yours.” They could have fun playing if Mike did.

  “Okay. There’s only two more for you. Which one should I open next?”

  “The gold-wrapped one.” It was a silver necklace with Mike’s name. He figured once Mike opened the dildo they wouldn’t be opening any more presents for a while.

  Mike opened it. “Oh, cool.” Mike’s eyes twinkled over. “Is this so you don’t forget my name?”

  “Brat.” He chuckled. “That is what I should have had put on that instead of Mike.”

  “Then you’d have never remembered.” Mike winked, put the necklace on, the silver chair glinting.

  He laughed and tousled Mike’s hair. “There anything more for me under there?”

  “Yeah, two things.” One good-sized square box was handed over, a motorcycle helmet and denim jacket inside, both labeled, “Coach.”

  “Baby… you shouldn’t have.” He beamed over at Mike, though, let Mike know that he loved them. “Now everyone’ll know who’s on Bonzo with you.”

  “Yeah. I thought they’d look good on you. And you needed a new jacket.”

  “You saying there’s something wrong with Old Faithful?”

  “Uh… it’s older than me?”

  “Well, old doesn’t mean useless.” He gave Mike a wink and then reached for the smaller present, wanting his final gift to Mike to be opened last.

  The smaller gift was a little plastic, expandable folder with elastic closing it, meant for canceled checks. He gave Mike a look, then opened it. There were monthly tabs, each one with something inside—two tickets for minor league baseball in July. Gift certificates for bowling. Movie tickets. Ren faire tickets. Something for them to look forward to each month, something for both of them.

  “Oh, baby….” He opened his arms, gathering Mike close. “I love it.”

  “Yeah? I thought it would be something fun.” Mike searched his eyes, smiling wide.

  “It’s awesome. Thoughtful and fun. I really do like it.” He kissed Mike softly, humming, happy. Mike relaxed, cuddling in, looking self-satisfied as fuck. Chuckling, he licked at Mike’s lips, hands wandering along the warm, smooth skin. “There’s one more for you under there.”

  “Yeah? Should I open it?”

  “Yeah, I think you should.” He was eager to see Mike’s face when he opened it and found the ribbed dildo. It was thick and long, with lots of bumps.

  Mike leaned over, unwrapped the dildo, eyes wide, cheeks flushing dark. “Jess!”

  He chuckled, leaning close. “I’ve washed it already. We can play right away.”

  “I… It’s big.” Mike rubbed against him, groaning.

  “’Bout as thick as I am.” He slid his hand to Mike’s ass, encouraging the movements. Christ, he loved it when Mike got all hot like this.

  “It’s not you, though.” So hard, hot, Mike shifted faster, harder.

  “You don’t want to play with it?” he asked, surprised.

  “I… I didn’t say that.” Mike blushed, ducked his head.

  He chuckled. “Oh, I see.”

  Mike hid his face, cheeks blazing. Jessy put his fingers beneath Mike’s chin, turning his face up and bending to take those sweet lips. Mike’s mouth still tasted of chocolate and cream, tongue sliding against his own. He grabbed Mike’s tongue between his lips, sucking on it. Mike gave a low groan, rocking his hips up against Jessy, cock leaving wet kisses.

  “Want the plug?” he asked, grabbing it and sliding it along Mike’s back.

  “Oh. I. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” Mike shivered, humping him.

  “Love how you need.”

  “Need you. Make me want so much.”

  Growling a little, Jessy reached for the lube on the side table, slicked up the dildo, and then pushed a couple of slick fingers into Mike’s body, stretching him and opening him up.

  “Oh. Oh, I want. I. Jess.” Mike shifted, almost falling off the sofa.

  “Let’s take this upstairs. I want to be able to fuck you good and hard. With this and then with my cock.”

  “Oh. Oh, yeah.” Mike nodded, stood, hard cock bobbing.

  Moaning, he leaned forward and took the tip of Mike’s cock into his mouth, licking the precome from Mike’s slit. Mike arched, rising up onto tiptoe. He purred and sucked a little harder, feeling Mike’s cock throb.

  “You… you’ll make me. And we won’t be able to….”

  He pulled off with a chuckle. “You won’t get it up again for me?”

  “We’ve come how many times today?” Mike winked.

  “I was having too much fun to keep track. Besides—it’s not like I expect you to go swimming today.” He got up, passing Mike the slick dildo.

  Mike’s fingers slid, the dildo slipping, both of them laughing hard as it moved.

  “It’s alive!” He pushed against Mike again and took his baby’s mouth.

  Mike chuckled, eyes dancing as they kissed.

  “Brat,” he murmured as their lips parted. He slapped Mike’s ass and grabbed his hand. “Come on. Bed.”

  “I’m right behind you.” Mike wielded the dildo like a weapon, ready to prod him up the stairs.

  He almost tripped he was laughing so hard, happy as could be.

  “Watch it, I’m armed and dangerlubed!”

  Jessy sat down on the top step, tears coming out of his eyes. “Oh, God, Mike.”

  Mike was leaning against the wall, red-faced, laughing hard.

  Happiness looked sexy on his baby.

  He finally caught his breath and stood again, reaching for Mike’s hand. “Bed.”

  Mike nodded. Both of them leaned against each other and swayed as they headed for the bed.

  “Can’t wait to fuck you with that, Mike. See you on your hands and knees, taking it.”

  “Jess….” Mike blushed, belly to hairline.

  “Yeah, baby?” He slid his fingers along Mike’s sweet stomach.

  “You make me all fluttery when you say shit like that.”

  He purred. “Mmm… fluttery.” He let his hand d
rop to Mike’s cock, squeezing, weighing the full prick. “You don’t feel fluttery.”

  “I… I feel fluttery.”

  “It’s a good look on you.” He pushed Mike into their bedroom. “Hands and knees. You know what I want.”

  “I. Yeah. Yeah.” Mike was so sexy, so hot, spread and arched for him, skin flushed pink.

  He got onto the bed behind Mike, grabbing the dildo and sliding it along his lover’s crease. Mike leaned back toward it, ass tilted, begging for it.

  “Christ. So fucking sexy.” He pressed the dildo against Mike’s hole, pushing just the tip in.

  Mike’s head dropped down. “For you.”

  “Yeah.” He groaned, moving the dildo in farther, watching it disappear into Mike’s body.

  “Oh.” Mike shuddered. “Oh. Hard. It’s. Oh.”

  Jessy bent forward and kissed the small of Mike’s back. “Just relax. Let it in.”

  “I…. Yes. It… it feels. Oh, Jessy.” Mike panted, eyes rolling, fisting his fingers in the sheets.

  “Good?” He moaned, thrusting the dildo in until he was barely holding on to the end. Then he slowly turned it so the bumps would slide on the inside of Mike’s body.

  “Oh….” Mike rippled, a sweet, low groan filling the air. “Jess.”

  He took that as a yes and bent to place another kiss on Mike’s back and then moved the dildo, fucking Mike with it. Fuck, his baby was sexy. Mike rocked back, shifting and sliding his hips, riding the dildo.

  “Sexy,” he said, voice hoarse enough he didn’t recognize it himself.

  “Yours.” Those muscles shifted, tensed and relaxed.

  He purred. “Yeah. Mine.”

  He moved the dildo faster, watching the bumps and curves disappear into Mike’s body again and again. His own prick throbbed, and he could see Mike’s slapping his belly as he moved, dark with blood, dripping Mike’s need.

  “Jess. Jess. I. Oh.” The soft, low babble went on and on, Mike shivering and jerking, heat pouring off him.

  Jessy slid his other hand beneath Mike, cupping that hot, hard cock, letting Mike’s own motions drive it through his hand. Mike lifted his head, pushing his hips harder, faster, driving.

  “That’s it. Take what you need.” He pumped his own hips in the air.

  Mike grabbed the headboard, uninhibited, wild, fucking himself on the dildo, letting Jessy see it all.