Personal Best 2

by Sean Michael

The water would support Mike some, take the weight off, maybe let them do more than sucking and hand jobs.

  “Cool.” Mike leaned down, the motion careful, kissed him good and hard.

  He moaned, moving his hand up to cup Mike’s cheek. Fuck, he loved this kid. Enough that it fucking hurt. Mike purred, eyes shining, tongue playing with his, driving him crazy. He shifted and pulled Mike between his legs, hands ghosting over the long back, cupping the sweet ass.

  “Mmm….” One hand curled around the back of his neck, fingers stroking.

  He moaned, moving into the touch and then pushing Mike gently. “Finish eating, baby. We’ll get back to this in the water.”

  He got a little pout, but Mike ate his omelet, drinking the huge glass of juice—Christ, the man got half his calories there, sucking down that vitamin C. He finished his own breakfast, hardly tasting it. He was that eager himself. He hadn’t been buried inside Mike’s tight heat in too fucking long.

  Mike got the dishes rinsed and in the dishwasher. “Do I need my suit, Jess?”

  “Not unless you don’t want to get fucked.”

  “I want. I want.” Mike held out his right hand, the left one tucked against his belly. “Come on.”

  He took Mike’s hand and followed his lover out to the pool.

  They both stripped down, leaving their clothes at the edge, and slipped into the water. Not even the sudden shock of cold could cool his ardor, his cock still hard and wanting. Mike, though, looked happy as fuck, sliding through the water instinctively. He let Mike fuck around a bit, but as soon as it started to look like the kid was going to do laps, he looped an arm around the trim waist and tugged Mike against him.

  “Mmm… hey, Coach.” Mike grinned, body slipping and sliding again his own.

  “Hey, Mike.” He brought their mouths together, taking a long, hard kiss, the need huge inside him.

  Mike groaned, melting against him, all long, warm need. Jessy rubbed against Mike’s body, wanting to lay his lover out on the deck and fuck him into the ground. He couldn’t, though. Not today, not yet. But he could have Mike here in the water and that would do. He slid around to Mike’s ass, teasing the crease with his fingers.

  “Mmm… yeah. Oh, it’s been eons.” Mike parted his thighs, drifting them around Jessy’s waist.

  “Maybe a couple weeks. Feels like eons, though. I’ll give you that.” He pushed one finger into Mike, moaning, cock throbbing at the tightness, the heat.

  “Eons.” Mike licked his lips, eyes on his. “Want you so bad.”

  “I’m working on it, baby.”

  Brat. Impatient brat.

  Sexy impatient brat.

  His.

  He pushed a second finger in, leaning in to lick at Mike’s lips. “You tell me if anything so much as thinks of saying ouch, you hear me?”

  “Uh-huh. I promise. I will.” Mike rode him, holding on with one arm.

  “You better.” He worked Mike open, the hot passage holding his fingers tight. He found Mike’s gland, pegging it with his fingertips.

  “Oh!” Mike’s eyes went wide, body clenching. “Again.”

  “Yeah.” And again and again. He was gonna make Mike fly. Mike panted, ass tight and squeezing around him, body rippling. “Oh, fuck. Need you, baby.” He couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Deep, Jess. Fuck me.”

  “Yeah. Deep as I can get.” He tilted Mike slightly and nudged Mike’s hole with his cock, easing in.

  “Yes….” Mike leaned into his hands, a low cry sounding, pure bliss.

  He went deep, moaning, burying his face in Mike’s neck.

  Oh, God, he’d needed this; they both had.

  He kept thrusting deep into Mike’s body, just feeling it, loving Mike as hard as he could without hurting him.

  “Miss this. Miss playing. Miss having you stretch me, body and soul.” Mike’s words were bitten out, hungry.

  “Fuck, yes.” He licked at Mike’s skin, tasting the salt under the chlorine, making him moan and thrust harder.

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Jess. Love.” Mike’s cries were stunning, so hot.

  One hand on the edge of the pool, he got the other one between them, wrapped it around Mike’s cock, and pulled in time with his thrusts. Mike gasped, started to ripple, to rub against him.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Mike. I want you to come on my cock, let me feel your pleasure.” It was the best fucking thing in the world, this connection between them. Better even than watching Mike win a race.

  “So deep, Jess.” Mike arched, head brushing the water, come hot on Jess’s fingers.

  He moaned as Mike squeezed his cock, milking his pleasure from him. He shuddered, shook, filled Mike deep.

  “Love you.” Mike floated, resting easy on the water.

  “I know.” He kissed Mike’s chest and slid away, floating next to his lover. “I love you too.”

  Mike smiled, happy just to be there, moving his legs slow and easy.

  They relaxed together for a while, just floating and enjoying the water. Eventually he straightened up. “Come on, let’s go out to a movie and a steak or something.”

  “Yeah? We haven’t spent the afternoon out for a long time.” Mike smiled. “Sounds fun.”

  “Yeah. If you can’t train, we might as well date.” He gave Mike a wink.

  “Bitch.” Mike grinned. “Hell, I don’t train soon, you’ll dump me for a competitor.”

  He shook his head and swam over to Mike, turned that cheek to look into the kid’s eyes. “I’m not dumping you.”

  “Yeah? You… you’re sort of really like the best, Jess.”

  “So’re you, Mike. So’re you.” He kissed Mike hard and then hauled himself up out of the pool. “Easy getting out, Mike.”

  Mike nodded, took the steps, dragging a little. “Man. Gravity works.”

  “Yeah, it sure does. You okay to go out, or you just want to hang out here? We could rent something to watch.” He tried not to fret, not to move in and wrap his arm around the kid’s waist.

  “No. I want to get out and play for a little while. Besides, we’re out of sesame sticks and almost out of orange juice.”

  He chuckled. “Only you would turn a trip to the grocery store into a date.”

  “Hey. I take my dates where I can get them.”

  “Well, let’s go get some clothes on, and you can take one now.” He felt good, loose, easy in his bones after making love.

  And he wanted to take Mike out and have some fun.

  Chapter Six

  MIKE COULDN’T sleep. He figured it was finally being off all the muscle relaxants and shit, but he was wired for sound and it was 5:00 a.m.

  He leaned over, kissed Jess’s forehead. “Going for a swim, Jess.”

  Then he eased out of bed and down the stairs, sliding in the water without a splash. He wasn’t training, wasn’t pushing, just giving his body something to do, moving back and forth and watching the sky lighten.

  Jessy joined him after a while, long body keeping up with him in a lazy backstroke. It felt good, easy, felt amazing and right, to have Jess beside him. They did some more laps together, Jess’s body brushing against his now and then. Finally they stopped, both of them breathing together.

  “Morning, Jess.”

  “Hey, baby. You’re up early.”

  “Couldn’t sleep.” He gave Jess a smile. “Needed to move, yeah?”

  Jess nodded, ran a hand down his side. “If you weren’t hurt, I’d tie you to the bed and fuck you into oblivion.”

  “I miss that. I miss being okay.”

  “I know. Me too. We’ll get it back, though. The fucking, the swimming. We’ll get back to that wall.”

  “Promise?” He trusted Jess completely. Jess said he’d make it, he would.

  “I’ve seen your test results and talked them over with the doc. You bet I promise.”

  “Cool.” He floated, twining his fingers with Jess’s. “What’s today’s plan?”

  “We’ll go see the doc. See if your sp
ine is ready for you to start really swimming again. Get the new round of exercises.”

  “More needles?” He wrinkled his nose.

  “You getting squeamish, kid?” Jess found his ribs, tickled him.

  “Nope.” He wriggled, laughing, sliding away from Jess easily.

  Jess grinned. “You think you can get away from me?” Jess shifted toward him, hands moving on his skin, warm in the coolness of the water.

  “You know I can.” He hummed, twisting, spinning.

  Jess chased him lazily, not pushing him but playing in the water with him. It was sexy, arousing, the water slick against his skin. He let Jess trap him against the wall at the far end of the pool, Mike’s long body pushing up against his back, mouth licking at his earlobe.

  “Mmm… you got me.” The laugh faded into a low moan, ass rubbing against Jess.

  “Yeah, I do.” Jess rubbed back, cock hard and hot along his crease. “Now what should I do with you?”

  “Oh… I have a list.” God, he wanted. Sexy bastard.

  Jess laughed, the sound sexy, sliding down along his spine. “Yeah? What’s on this list of yours?”

  “Mmm…. You spreading me wide, making me need. I want all of you.”

  Jess moaned, mouth sliding on his shoulder. “I like the sound of your list.”

  He groaned, parting his legs, whispering low. “I… I want your hand, inside me.”

  A shudder went through that big body behind him. “Yes…. Oh, fuck, Mike. If the doc says you can start swimming, your ass is mine.”

  “My ass is yours anyway.” He shifted, begging for it.

  “Yeah, but it’s going to meet my fist as soon as we have the all clear, baby.” Jess was growling, cock sliding along his crease, pushing against his hole.

  “Yes….” He groaned, arched, taking Jess in deep.

  “Fuck, Mike….”

  Mike was still loose from the night before, the burn good instead of too much, Jess’s groan making him shiver. “Yes. Hard and deep, Jess. Need you.”

  “Got me,” muttered Jessy, gripping the wall beside his head, pushing his cock in again and again, fucking Mike hard.

  He ducked his head and went with it, the pressure and heat deep and right, his cock slapping his belly. The water moved around them, familiar and cool, right. Jess’s cock was nothing like the water, hot and hard and penetrating, sending him soaring.

  Oh, fuck, it was good. “Gonna take you in, Jess. Gonna take you.”

  Jess just moaned, just kept pushing into him. Mike reached down, pumping his cock, stroking, ass clenching around Jess’s prick.

  “Mike. Yes.” Jess’s thrusts got harder, faster.

  Mike nodded, bucking now, water splashing around them.

  “Mine,” growled Jess, taking his mouth and pulling him down into the water, nailing his gland.

  The pleasure increased as his lungs started to burn, Jessy keeping them down for one thrust after another. Spots started dancing in front of his eyes, his body beginning to jerk, and just as suddenly as they’d gone down they were up again, air filling his lungs.

  He cried out. “Yours!” His cock jerked, heat spreading from him.

  Jess was just a second behind him, filling him with heat, roaring to the sky.

  He groaned, floating, grinning ear to ear. “So good.”

  “Shit, yeah.” Jess’s mouth slid on his skin, tasting him. The sensation was familiar and right.

  “Mmm… when’s the doctor’s appointment, Jess?”

  “Ten thirty. We can float awhile.”

  “Cool.” He closed his eyes, relaxed. He’d just rest, trust in Jess to hold him.

  MIKE WAS fucking bouncing, and Jess was grinning wide as they pulled up at home. Mike’s spine was looking really good. The swelling at his neck and the herniated disk were both healing well, and they had the green light for Mike to start getting serious in the pool. The kid’s shoulder was still wonky, worse now than it had been before the last meet, but they could work on Mike’s legs and do some slow laps with his arms, do weight work to build the muscles back up.

  “Let me guess. You want in the pool?”

  “Oh, yeah. It’s been days. Days. I want in.” Then Mike’s eyes shone. “Then I want to play.”

  He laughed. “Days? Kid, you were in the pool just this morning.” He winked, knowing that some easy swimming and floating didn’t count.

  Mike looked at him. “Fifty laps each stroke?”

  He shook his head. “Come on, Mike. Ten each, and if I find you pushing that arm, you’ll be out of the water faster than you can say my name.”

  Mike rolled his left shoulder, nodded. “Just ten.”

  “I expect you to count them,” he growled. “I mean it.”

  He got a grin. “You’re not coming down to watch?”

  “You bet that sweet ass I am. But it’s not my job to count.” It was time Mike started getting back into some important habits.

  Mike’s laughter was sweet, bright. “Focus on the wall?”

  “That’s it, Mike. Focus on the wall.” He leaned in and kissed Mike. “Come on, I want to watch you swim.”

  Mike dragged him downstairs, put the trunks on, and slid into the water, starting with a lazy butterfly, warming up. Fuck, he was beautiful, slicing through the water like a dolphin. Mike was careful, strokes slow and sure, form perfect.

  Jessy sat and watched, like he so often did, just getting mesmerized by the perfect form, the long body slicing through the water. The fact that Mike had come so close to losing this hit him, made the bottom of his stomach drop out, as if now that the worst of it was past he could allow himself to panic about it.

  Mike was good, sliding through the water, ten laps each. Up until the end. Then he got a wicked grin, and Mike slid through the water again. Jess stood, frowning. What was the kid up to now? And if Mike made his shoulder worse, Jessy was going to paddle that sweet fucking ass.

  Mike made the turn, ass wiggling a little, and then he headed back, slow and easy. Shaking his head he dove in, coming up next to Mike.

  Mike rolled lazily, teasing him, taunting. “Feels good, Coach.”

  “Don’t push it, Mike.” He reached out and slid his hand along the fine belly, Mike’s skin warm beneath his fingers.

  “Mmm…. Pushing it is my job, Jess.” Mike purred, eyes happy, Mike horny.

  “Not when you’re on the injured roster, Mike.” He repeated the caress, watching Mike’s brown eyes, smiling into them.

  “Mmm… feels good.” Mike rippled, moaning low.

  “We could get out of the pool… go upstairs.”

  “We could.” Mike nodded, lips parted a little, shining.

  He leaned over and licked at Mike’s lips, moaning at the taste, the warmth.

  “Going to take me, Jess? Make me fly?”

  “You better believe it.”

  He gave Mike another kiss and headed for the edge of the pool. Mike followed him, his lover settled and at peace, happy. Mike needed routine, structure, all the apparatus so that his scattered focus could fasten on the wall. Jessy grabbed a towel and threw one at Mike, grinning. He was eager, excited to be heading back up to their playroom.

  Mike dried off and stripped down to skin, belly tight, cock filling. Fuck, Mike was beautiful. His. He reached out, stroking his fingers over Mike’s lovely belly. Mike’s lean muscles rippled, twitched, responding to him. He stepped close, looking into Mike’s eyes, smiling as he continued to stroke.

  “Oh. Jess. You make me need it.”

  “That’s good, isn’t it?” He brought their mouths together, moving his tongue over Mike’s lips, pushing it between them.

  A low, hungry moan sounded, Mike opening for him, sucking on his tongue. He took off his shorts and left them on the deck as he pulled Mike against him, their bodies rubbing together. They fit together like a hand in glove, Mike cuddling into him, moaning low.

  “We should go upstairs. Find something to fill that pretty ass of yours.”

  Mi
ke rippled, cock jerking between him. “Yes. Yes, please.”

  He took Mike’s hand and headed inside. Mike stayed close, cock brushing his ass, his thigh. He stopped at the door and turned to take Mike’s mouth, wrapping around Mike’s hips and tugging him close. Easy, wanton, trusting—Mike just followed his hands.

  He walked them carefully back toward the bed, which he’d brought back up yesterday, hopeful. Mike’s skin was smooth, freshly waxed a few days ago, both of them anticipating his return to the water. Best of all, Mike’s eyes were heated, happy, that dull worry gone.

  “Love you, baby,” he murmured, mouth traveling along Mike’s jaw, lips nibbling at one earlobe.

  “Love you. So much, Jess. More than anything.”

  “Even more than swimming, kid?”

  Mike’s eyes met his, dead-on and serious. “Yeah, Jessy.”

  “Thanks, baby.” He kissed Mike hard, passion surging through him at those words, with that knowledge.

  Mike pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, tongue pressing deep. Jessy purred, sliding his hands into Mike’s hair, holding him in the kiss. Their low groans joined together, Mike’s cock hot and eager on his belly, leaving wet kisses on his skin. He traveled the silky skin with his hands, dragging his fingertips along Mike’s spine, his crease.

  Mike’s hips jerked, body moving faster. He groaned, sucking on Mike’s tongue, bucking up against Mike. Mike grunted, rubbing hard, heading right for the end. He slid his fingers along Mike’s crease again, one pushing into the tight heat of Mike’s body. Heat spilled over his belly, Mike’s cry ringing out.

  He moaned, that scent just making him crazy. He ran his fingers through the come, bringing them up to lick clean. Mike licked along with him, quick and hot.

  “Baby… I want you.” So fucking much. So hard for his Mike.

  “Anything. How?”

  “Ride me,” he growled. He wanted to take Mike with his hand, but he was too fucking hard, too needy to take the time to do it right, to do it carefully.

  “Oh, yeah….” Mike shivered, pushed back, and just took him, so fucking tight. Unreal.

  He bucked up with a cry, fisting into the sheets. “Damn. Mike. Baby.”

  “Love. Oh, fuck.” Mike’s head fell back, throat working.