by Sean Michael
Mike opened to him, lips trembling, pulling him close, refusing to let him go. Scared. His lover was scared. He growled softly, invading with his tongue, lips pressing hard against Mike’s as he pushed at his lover’s clothes. They needed skin; they needed each other.
Mike nodded, letting him in, the tension and worry between them set aside for need. Mike’s flat, hard belly jerked under his touch, made him groan.
He worked off Mike’s clothes first, T-shirt and jeans, underwear, sliding his fingers over warm skin as they came off. Then it was his own, quick and fast, wanting, needing that touch of skin on skin. He moaned as they came back together, Mike perfect beneath him.
“Love you, Jess.” Mike whispered the words against his skin over and over. “So much.”
His throat tightened and he couldn’t say the words back, could only show Mike with every touch of his hands, his lips, worshipping the man he loved with everything he was. Mike arched, rubbing against him, throat working. Those strong hands spread across his shoulders, holding, pulling.
He reached for the lube with one hand, fumbling with the drawer on the bedside table and finally coming up with the tube of Astroglide. He put Mike’s legs up over his shoulders and watched his lover’s face as he pushed one slick finger deep inside.
“Yes….” A little of the tension dissolved, Mike focused on his touch, on his hand.
He nodded. “Yeah.” His voice was rough, harsh, his need burning inside him.
One finger became two, and he spread the slick around, stretched Mike open, free hand dropping to work Mike’s cock. Shit, it was hot and good, the tip dripping with precome. He rubbed his thumb over it, spreading the liquid down around the head.
“Jess.” That tone—wondering and low, almost shocked, still—made him soar.
“Fucking love you,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away.
He lined up with Mike’s ass, rubbing his prick against it. So hot, so fucking good. He held Mike’s gaze as he slid in, thrusting into the perfect heat.
“Oh. Yes.” Mike shuddered, body tugging him deep, clenching around him.
His groan was pulled up from his balls, and he shoved Mike’s legs back, knees to ears, and started to fuck Mike good and hard. Just like they both needed. He wasn’t going to stop until neither of them could say their own name, let alone think.
“Harder. Fuck. Jess. Love.” Mike writhed for him, eyes rolling, throat working.
He thrust harder, giving everything he had to Mike, fucking that sweet ass like it was the last thing they were ever going to do. Mike’s cries filled the air, sharp and sweet, his lover tight as a fist around him. He bent, burying his head in Mike’s neck, breathing in deeply, losing himself in the scent and sound and feeling of his lover.
Mike moved his hand over his head, heat spreading between them. “Jess.”
He moaned as Mike’s ass squeezed him impossibly tight, losing himself in the scent of Mike’s come. He shuddered, coming deep inside Mike.
Mike buried that thin face into his throat, holding on. He gently lowered his weight, licking at the salt of Mike’s skin. Mike held on, panting, easing into the mattress.
He pulled out and shifted, still nuzzling, licking. “I love you, Mike.” He said the words softly, meaning them from the bottom of his soul.
“I love you.” Mike’s cheek rested on his shoulder, fingers stroking his belly.
He hummed, touching the fine-as-silk skin of his lover.
They could stay here. Right here.
Mike dozed a little, constantly moving and shifting under his touch, almost like he was swimming. Jessy grinned. The kid wouldn’t quit, no matter what. It could frustrate the hell out of him, but it was what made Mike great. What made Mike, well, Mike.
He dozed off himself, just napping a little. He woke to Mike jacking off—not even trying to get off, just stroking that pretty cock slow and easy.
“Mmm… look at that.” Reaching over, he ran his finger over cock and hand.
“Mmm. Just being lazy.” Mike grinned at him, winked.
Oh, yeah, that was his swimmer. Lazy to the bone. He snorted and rolled, putting Mike beneath him, trapping Mike’s hand on his cock. Smiling, he brought their mouths together.
“Let’s be lazy together,” he said against Mike’s lips.
“’Kay.” Mike opened right up, tongue pushing up into his lips.
Groaning, he let Mike control the kiss for a few minutes before shoving back, their tongues dueling, his cock slowly firming up. One of Mike’s hands wrapped around his nape, tugging him closer. He let Mike take his weight, tongue going deeper as their hips ground slowly together. Dark eyes stared up at him, and he stared right back, letting Mike see it all—his love, his belief in Mike, his need.
“Jess….” Mike gasped a little, spreading for him.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, settling in between Mike’s legs. “I know what you need.”
“You do?” Wicked boy.
He bent to lick Mike’s neck, long and smooth, not a mark on it. He wrapped his mouth around the pulse point, sucking, Mike’s heart just beating beneath his lips. He got off on those sounds, the way Mike’s fingers grabbed him, gripped tight. He kept sucking, scraping the sensitized skin with his teeth and then sliding his tongue over it until Mike was squirming hard.
Finally, he let go of Mike’s skin, purring at the sight of the dark mark.
“Jess. Man. That’s so hot.” It was, watching Mike arch and beg, swallow and shift.
He wanted the collar, wanted to watch Mike gasp for breath, watch the pleasure and need in those pretty eyes. He licked the mark he’d left. “Don’t move.”
“Okay….” He could see Mike try to stay still.
Chuckling, he licked that spot again, pressing his tongue against the heated spot before getting up and grabbing the collar out of the cupboard. His eyes were caught by the dildos, but he shook his head. Just them and the collar.
“What are you getting, Jessy?” Mike wasn’t moving, but he was looking.
“I’m getting what you need.” Teasing a little, he pulled out a huge dildo and waved it toward Mike.
“That thing is for show and we both know it.”
“Uh-huh. One of these days, Mike.” He winked and put the dildo back. He tossed the collar over to Mike, the black leather landing on Mike’s chest, dark against the smooth skin. “That’s all we need tonight.”
Mike flushed a dark red, the arousal immediate, intense. Almost desperate.
He responded to it like a moth to a flame, heading back to the bed, licking his lips as his fingers trailed across Mike’s neck. “All we need….”
“Jessy….” Mike swallowed, Adam’s apple moving against Jessy’s fingers.
“Yeah, baby. Gonna do you right.” Bending, he licked at Mike’s lips, then pushed his tongue in, still stroking Mike’s throat.
The kiss went deep, Mike relaxed and moaning beneath him, hands wrapped around his shoulders. Moaning into the kiss, he reached for the collar, sliding the leather over Mike’s skin. He dragged it over one nipple. The cry pushed into his lips, Mike’s entire body arching, begging for his touch. He tweaked Mike’s nipple with his fingers and then brought the collar up to Mike’s neck. Breaking the kiss, he slid the collar into place, the leather dark against Mike’s skin.
“Love.” Oh, shit. He loved that, loved the anticipation, the need, the hunger.
“Right here, baby.” He slid the rest of the collar behind Mike’s neck, clipping the ends together and tightening it to fit perfectly around Mike’s neck. It wasn’t constricting his breathing. Yet.
“I….” Mike’s gaze fastened to his, holding on, the vulnerability there like a drug.
He brought their lips together. “I’ve got you.”
Then he settled between Mike’s legs again, deliberately lowering his weight onto his lover. Fuck, he needed this. They needed this. Mike melted a little under him, trusting him, just letting him have whatever he needed.
He took
his time, knowing the anticipation was building in Mike, his baby waiting for him to start tightening the collar. Each slow, deep kiss melted into the next, their hips moving, sliding together. He moved his fingers on the collar, tightened it just a touch, just enough to notice. Mike moaned, riding the sensations, eyelids closing for a second.
He watched a moment, and then bent and began to lick Mike’s neck, tongue following the top of the collar, tasting skin and leather alike. His mark was hidden by the collar, as was Mike’s Adam’s apple, but he knew where they were and mouthed them through the collar.
“Love, huh? I do. For real.” Mike’s cock rubbed his inner thigh.
“I know, baby.” But he sure as hell liked hearing it. “Me too.” He brought their mouths together again, kissing hard as his fingers tightened the collar a bit more, making it a little harder for Mike to draw in each breath.
He moved one hand down, fingers teasing behind Mike’s balls, his own cock rubbing on Mike’s belly, along Mike’s hip bone. Mike’s little gasps made him shudder, the motions of the lean body getting faster and faster.
Reaching for the slick with his other hand, he kept toying with Mike’s hole, letting the eager undulations glide his finger over Mike’s skin. “Wait for me,” he murmured, slicking his fingers up before thrusting one into Mike’s body.
“I… I will. Feels good, Jessy. So good.”
“It’s supposed to.” He bent to nip at one of Mike’s nipples as he pushed a second finger in alongside the first. Mike was so hot inside, body squeezing his fingers as he hit that sweet little gland.
One little cry sounded after another, Mike shifting, riding him. “More. Please.”
“Greedy, baby.” He nipped the other nipple and pushed in another finger, started really fucking Mike with his fingers, in and out, sometimes stretching them wide, sometimes angling them to hit Mike’s prostate. He watched the flush climbing Mike’s body, his own cock hard, leaking. Fuck, he wanted.
“Good. Good.” Mike tossed his head, panting, hands reaching up to give him leverage. God, Mike was fucking gorgeous—long and lean and so damned sexy it hurt.
He let his fingers pull away, chuckling huskily at how Mike’s body tried to keep them in, tried to follow them as he pulled them out. “Sh, sh. My cock now.” He settled between Mike’s legs and rubbed his cockhead over Mike’s balls, along the skin behind them.
“Yeah. Yeah, Jessy. You now.” Mike’s eyes were closed, cheeks just barely flushed.
“That’s right, baby. Me now.” He pushed, Mike’s body opening up to him just like that, sweet and hot.
He thrust in a little and then pulled back, thrust in a bit farther, pulled out again. Gradually, inch by inch, he worked his cock into Mike’s body. Mike moved with him, demanding more. Harder. Faster. Now. By the time he was fully seated, they were both panting hard, eyes locked.
He touched the collar, fingers sliding on the leather, hot from Mike’s skin, and finding the clasp, tightening it a bit more. Then he started again, fucking Mike good and hard. Mike like a demon against him, hot and needy, ass gripping his cock like a fist. He bent to take Mike’s mouth, the collar tight enough Mike couldn’t take full breaths, so their kisses were short and sharp, hard, and punctuated by each thrust.
His orgasm built in his balls, almost making him shake, and he tightened the collar a little further, gaze still holding Mike’s. Those dark eyes went wide, Mike’s fingers tight on his shoulders, the heat around him near unbearable.
“Just let go, baby.” He moved harder, faster, slamming into Mike’s body. A twist of his fingers tightened the collar further, almost cutting off Mike’s air.
He could feel Mike’s orgasm, feel the ripples shuddering through his baby before spunk poured from that hard cock. Mike’s body went tight around his cock, drawing out his own orgasm. His fingers twitched just before he tumbled over the edge, loosening the collar.
Mike gasped, shivered, lips open as they melted together. Their tongues slid together lazily, Jessy finding Mike’s hand with his own, and curling their fingers together.
“Love you, baby,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm.”
He grinned, dropping his head to Mike’s neck. He breathed in the scent of Mike and sweat and leather. So fucking good.
Yeah. Good.
Chapter Four
MIKE WAS in the UT gym on the bike, sweating, working, pushing, music blaring in his ears.
Four days. Four days, and they had two days to decide. To get plane tickets to Minnesota. To get settled.
To race.
Fuck.
Fuck, this was killing him.
Hank Richards came wandering up, leaned against his bike, nodded to Jessy. “Haven’t seen you in the pool lately. You slacking?”
“Do I look like I’m slacking?”
“No. No. We’re just looking for you. Adam failed his drug test. We need someone on the relay team.”
Oh. Oh, sweet fuck.
“You still condoning the use of performance-enhancing drugs with your swimmers, Hank?” Jessy didn’t sound the least bit fazed by the opening.
“If a swimmer needs one and gets caught? He’s on his own.” Hank gave him a smile. “We need you on the team, kid. You’re the best.”
“Drug free too,” growled Jessy.
Mike nodded, sweat pouring into his eyes. “Not even caffeine.”
Hank chuckled. “He never lets you out to play, does he? What do you say, kid? You help us take the relay gold, you can come with us to Worlds.”
“Mike’s been working his ass off this year. He needs a break.”
One of Hank’s black eyebrows arched. “A break? You afraid you can’t do it again?”
“I’m not afraid.”
Mike kept pumping, growling low.
“Look, Hank, the kid’s said no, so why don’t you take your questionable coaching methods and get lost.” Jessy was growling a lot.
“He knows if he wants a chance on the relay team in Beijing, he needs to step up to the plate.”
“I’ll be there.” Son of a bitch. He was not a coward. Not a quitter.
Jessy gave him a sharp look. “I beg your pardon?”
“I….”
“Oh, for Chrissake. Quit being a pussy and make a decision, kid. You’re not twelve anymore. He’s your coach, not your father.”
Mike stopped pedaling, got off the bike, and paced off.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Jessy was up in Hank’s face. “Mike’s not racing the relay for you. Back the fuck off.”
“Eventually you’re going to quit crawling up the kid’s ass, and he’ll blossom.”
“You’d better get out of here before I knock you on your ass, Hank. And leave my swimmer alone.”
“Yours? Christ! The kid’s a fucking adult.”
“Stop it. I’m not working with your team, but I’ll wipe the floor with them in the race.” Mike was shaking, so pissed.
Jess pushed past Hank, still growling, bristling. “Don’t be making promises you can’t keep, Mike.” Jessy kept his voice low, so only Mike could hear.
“You’re a one-note song, kid.”
“Fuck you, man. Let your swimmers talk for you.”
Jessy grabbed his arm. “We’re going.”
He nodded, turning back to glare at Hank. “I win the four hundred, and you apologize to my coach in public.”
“Mike.” Jessy glared and grabbed his gym bag, throwing it over his shoulder before dragging him out.
He followed along, growling, his stomach tight. “Sorry motherfucker.”
“You just forget about him. Race or no race, you don’t need that kind of karma.”
He nodded, eyes closing. “I’m going to make him apologize to you.”
“The wall, kid. If you race, I don’t want you thinking about anything but that wall.”
“Yeah. Yeah, Coach. The wall.” He squeezed Jess’s hand.
Jess squeezed back. “Hank’s an asshole. Forget about
him.”
Mike nodded. “Only the wall, Coach.”
“No promises, Mike.”
“We have to go.”
“Not if your shoulder’s not better.”
“I’m racing.” He wasn’t going to argue anymore. He was done.
“Not unless there’s significant improvement, you’re not.”
Mike kept walking, heart pounding.
He was going.
He was.
“It’s for your own good, Mike.”
“Don’t. I won’t quit.” Don’t treat me like a kid, Jess.
“No one’s asking you to quit, Mike. I just want you to be able to swim next summer. Damn it, Mike. I’m your coach; you’re supposed to listen to my advice.”
“I do. I listen. I do every fucking thing I’m supposed to. I eat what you say. I do what you say. I listen!” He was going to just lose it, screaming, shaking, so fucking pissed off.
“But you’re still determined to risk fucking your shoulder up for good by racing.”
“I race. It’s what I do. One fucking race. You heard Hank. People are already talking.”
“Then let them talk, Mike. We hold a press conference and tell them what’s up. You’ll be back in six months, showing them you’re better than ever.” Jess spoke passionately, punctuating his words with sure hand motions. “You can’t force your body to do what it won’t, and it’s too fucking early in your career to blow out your shoulder.”
“I will be back in six months. After this race.” He was going to be sick. Everything was fucked up. Everything.
Jessy growled. “You race in the All-Americans, and you’ll be finding yourself a new coach.”
He stopped, heart breaking, and looked over at Jessy. “Stop threatening me. You don’t want to coach me, don’t.”
“Mike. Coaching you… that’s my life. There’s only one thing I know that’s better. But if you aren’t going to listen to me, I cannot stand by and watch you blow your fucking life for one stupid race. It’s not a threat; it’s just a fact. I’m the coach. I make the rules; you follow them. If that arrangement’s not working for you anymore, then I can’t be your coach.” Jess’s face was serious, fucking grim, even.
