Personal Best 2

by Sean Michael

  Shaking his head and laughing, Jess wrapped strong arms around him and brought their mouths together. The beach was still empty, the vacationers still in bed, so Mike dove into the kiss, eager, happy.

  The waves eventually tossed them up onto the beach, and Jess snorted. “Just like at the movies, baby.”

  He chuckled, surprised at how tired his legs were. “Man, hell of a workout.”

  Jess stood and held a hand out for him. “That’s why you shouldn’t swim alone. Come on, let’s get a shower. Sand and nooks and crannies are not a good match.”

  “Cool. What’s for breakfast? Are we going to cook out for supper? We could drive to Corpus and get groceries. Since we’re on vacation, do I get Ding Dongs?”

  Jessy laughed, tugging him along to their cabin. “Ding Dongs? Are you kidding? Look how up you are just on sunlight and water. No extra sugar, no caffeine.”

  “But we’re on vacation, Jess!” He tossed the towels across the racks and bounced to the shower. “Oh. Pancakes. With butter and ten tons of syrup….”

  Jessy laughed and Mike’s arms circled him, pulled him in close. “We could go to Pancake World, I guess….”

  “Sounds good.” He turned the water on and then went back for more kisses.

  Jessy was practically purring, hands sliding on him, warm and good. “After we make love.”

  “Oh, yeah.” He wrapped one leg around Jess’s thigh.

  Jess pushed him up against the wall, rubbing their cocks together. The wall was cold compared to Jess’s heat, making him jerk and press into Jess. Chuckling, Jess pushed him back, nipping at his lips. He grinned, sliding his fingers over the short, soft hair at the back of Jess’s neck.

  Over and over, Jessy pushed against him, their cocks rubbing, sliding together. It wasn’t long before he was groaning, desperate, needing. Jess squeezed his ass, fingers digging into his skin, one just pushing into his hole. He pushed back while he reached down for their cocks.

  “Yeah. Good.” Jess’s voice was rough and needy, Jess wanting him.

  He squeezed them together, pumping, pulling. Jessy’s mouth covered his, tongue pressing between his lips. Mike wrapped his lips around it, sucked in time with the motion of his hands. Jess moaned into his mouth, warmth spraying over his hand. He whimpered, loving the heat in Jess’s eyes.

  Jess kept moving against him, tongue-fucking his mouth, eyes on his, waiting for his pleasure. Mike groaned, jerking, room spinning a little as he shot. Jess held him up, arms tight around him, keeping them together as the tongue-fucking slowed.

  They breathed together, mouths clinging.

  A long while later, Jess languidly broke the kiss and bent to turn off the shower, wrapping him in a fresh towel. “You enjoying your vacation, baby?”

  “Oh, yeah. I’m having a blast.” He leaned to lick the water off Jess’s shoulder.

  Jess chuckled. “Well, this part we could do at home.”

  “Uh-huh.” But they were fixing to go for pancakes and shopping and then more of the ocean.

  Jess’s chuckles turned into laughter. “You’re thinking about the water, aren’t you?”

  “Huh?” He blinked up, eyes wide.

  “You get this look in your eyes, Mike. Pure love.”

  He blushed, took a deep kiss. “I was made to be in the water, Jess.”

  Jess nodded. “In the water or tied up under me.” Jess gave him a wink and a hard kiss, and then sauntered off, naked ass swaying.

  Oh. Oh, that was pretty. He watched for half a second, then tackled. Jess went down under him, laughing, happy.

  He crowed, straddling Jess’s ass, hands in the air. “Woo! I have you now!”

  Jess laughed, ass wriggling. “And what are you going to do with me, baby?”

  “Uh….” He dug into Jess’s ribs. “Tickle you!”

  Jess started bucking then, arms coming down to try to protect his sides.

  “Oh, no.” He kept hold of Jess, tickling harder.

  Jess bucked hard and managed to flip him off and turned the tables on him, sitting on him and tickling. Mike cackled, wiggling furiously, trying to spin. They wound up in a heap, struggling for breath, bodies hard and rubbing.

  “Jess.” He grabbed one of Jessy’s tight asscheeks, tugging Jessy closer.

  “Christ, baby, you still make me feel like a teenager. Always wanting.”

  “Needing you, Jess. Gonna fuck me?”

  “You bet. I’ll even do it in bed so you don’t scrape your knees on the floor.”

  “So good to me.” He chuckled, pinched Jess’s ass.

  Jess squeaked and slapped his hand away. “Behave or I’ll take you right here.”

  “You squeaked. It was cute.” He pinched again.

  And Jess squeaked again and grabbed Mike’s wrists, holding his arms up above his head. “I said behave.”

  He met Jessy’s eyes dead-on, excitement zinging through him. “Make me.”

  Jess growled, eyes hot, cock on fire against his belly. Mike’s wrists were both taken in one hand, and Jess bent to kiss him, mouth hard, tongue invading. He arched, pulling, rocking up against Jess, so hard. Jess bit at his lips, hips moving counter to his, slamming their bodies together. He was groaning, hungry, wanting.

  Jess shifted, cock nudging at his hole for a moment before Jess growled and let him go, stood. “The fucking lube’s in the bedroom.”

  He groaned, rolled over, and slid his knees under him, about to stand up.

  “Fuck the lube,” muttered Jessy, dropping back down behind him, hands hard on his hips, thumbs spreading him open for a hot, wet tongue.

  “Jess!” He bucked, eyes huge, burning. “Love!”

  “Got it in one,” growled Jess, licking and sliding his tongue, pushing into Mike. He just shorted out, shaking and shuddering.

  “So hot.” Jess’s tongue disappeared, replaced by the thick, hard cock. Jess leaned over him, pushing carefully in.

  “Oh. Yes. Love you.” He pressed back, just panting for it.

  Jess pushed all the way in and then started thrusting, hard and fast, moans and groans almost constant. Mike met each thrust, riding Jessy hard, low cries leaving him. Jessy’s hands were so tight on his hips, tugging him onto his knees as Jessy sat back. One strong arm wrapped around his neck, restricting his breathing. The other circled his prick, tugging loosely.

  He gasped, shuddering, arching for Jess. Please, love. More. Fuck. Jess kept pushing into him, forcing his cock up through Jess’s hot hand. The arm at his throat tightened some more. His eyes rolled, and he fought to breathe, his cock so fucking hard, Jess burning inside him.

  Harder and harder Jess’s cock thrust into him, as Jess deliberately tightened the arm around his throat, not hurting, just cutting his air off, bit by bit. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Bright spots danced before his eyes, spunk shooting from him. Jess roared, heat filling Mike deep, burning inside him, all he could feel, and then the band across his throat eased, Jess’s arm falling away.

  Mike just blinked, swaying a little, gasping for air. Jess’s arms went around his middle, and he was cradled back against the strong body, Jess’s forehead resting on his neck, breath panting on his skin. He groaned, panting, sliding his fingers on Jess’s arms.

  “Love you, baby.”

  “Love. Damn.” He nodded, grinned.

  Jess kissed the back of his neck and groaned. “Wish we’d made it to the bed.”

  “Uh-huh. Your fault.”

  “Oh, no. I wasn’t the one lying there with my ass up in the air.”

  “I was getting up. Sort of.”

  The cock still inside him shifted as Jess laughed. “Getting it up is more like it.”

  He chuckled, spread a little. “You know it.”

  “Christ, you’re sexy, Mike. You make me ache.”

  “Oh.” He looked up, turning his head to face Jessy, blushing dark. “I love you, Jessy.”

  Jess’s mouth covered his, the kiss soft and sweet, special. “I know, baby. I know
.”

  “Mmm….” He shivered, relaxing.

  Eventually Jess slid out of him and stood, bringing him up, too, and leading him to bed. “The pancakes will still be there if we nap for a bit.”

  “I like brunch.” They cuddled together on the bed, bodies settling easily.

  “Good.” Jess’s hands, as usual, slid over his skin, smoothing and soothing.

  He purred, muscles relaxing. Oh, yes. So good.

  IT WAS amazing how fast ten days could fly when you were having fun.

  Mike practiced every morning and evening in the pool, and they spent almost all the rest of the time either playing in the waves or making love.

  Tonight they were in a fancy, dancy restaurant, eating surf and turf, and Jessy had wine while Mike had sparkling grape juice. It was a pretty fancy place, and the candles were dancing in Mike’s brown eyes, making them glimmer. Jessy smiled, feeling relaxed, happy.

  “You have fun this vacation, Mike?”

  “I have. We should move down here. I love the ocean.”

  “Seriously? Because we could. Though we’d be hard-pressed to find a place as decked out for training as home is.”

  “Well, I’m still committed to a class next semester, but we could think about it.” Mike ate his shrimp, appetite huge with the extra ocean workouts.

  He’d have to see how swimming in the ocean had affected Mike’s strokes and times. They had a practice with UT scheduled for the day after they got back.

  His own food was awesome, and he speared flesh out of the lobster claw, dipping it into the garlic butter. Damn, that was good.

  Mike cleaned his plate, then cleared the bread basket.

  “You want some garlic bread or a salad before dessert?”

  “Oh, yeah. Both?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to burst.”

  He ordered both for Mike and some snails in garlic butter for himself.

  “Won’t. Working it off.” Mike winked. “And I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth. Snails? Are bugs.”

  He snorted. “You ate the shrimp—you know what their job is?”

  “No and I don’t want to know. They’re not snails.”

  He grinned. “You’ll have to try one.”

  “Nope. No way. Not happening.” Mike shook his head. “That is so not fun with food.”

  “Coward.”

  “Freak.”

  “Maybe, but I’m a brave freak who’s willing to try new things.”

  “Have you ever seen a snail? How starving do you have to be to look at one and think ‘lunch’?”

  Their extra appetizers were brought to them. “They’re a delicacy, kid. Like frog’s legs.” He speared one and hummed at the strong taste of garlic as he ate it.

  “Frogs are also not food.”

  Laughing, he speared another one and held it out to Mike.

  Mike shook his head. “Only if I get a Dr Pepper to wash it down.”

  “Nope. But I’ll let you top tonight.”

  Mike’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not going to keep the taste of the bug out of my mouth, Jess.”

  “I’ll fill your mouth for you, baby.”

  Mike gave him a look and then chuckled.

  He winked and smiled. “Oh, come on. It’s tiny. And it tastes mostly of garlic.” He dipped it back into the garlic butter so it was dripping and held it back out to Mike.

  “It’s a bug. And I want a soda. I deserve a soda.” Mike ate the snail, shuddering dramatically.

  He chuckled, knowing it didn’t taste bad. The snail was a little chewy in texture but really had very little taste on its own, being primarily a vehicle for the spices in the butter it was cooked in.

  “You can have a soda. Sprite, ginger ale, Orange Crush….”

  “Dr Pepper.” Mike guzzled the water.

  “Nope.” No caffeine. It was his one inviolate rule.

  “Damn.” Mike shook his head. “What do you have against caffeine?”

  “It hypes you up and makes you sick.”

  “I….” Mike stuck his tongue out.

  He purred. “You gonna use that when we get out of here?”

  “I could use it faster with caffeine.” Mike’s toe brushed Jessy’s leg as he got a wink.

  He bit back his laughter, managing to growl, “Brat.”

  “Yep, but I’m yours and I love you.” Mike gave him a warm smile. “Share dessert with me?”

  “Hell, yeah. Just not the chocolate cake.” He winked, beaming wide at Mike.

  “Chocolate is good for you.”

  “How about the caramel flan?”

  Mike tilted his head. “Okay. I like that.”

  “I know.” And he enjoyed watching Mike eating stuff he liked, enjoyed watching that delighted look on Mike’s face.

  Mike beamed at him. “I’m going to miss the ocean. Looking forward to the next meet, though. I’m feeling strong.”

  He imagined Mike did. “We’ve got about a week. Good timing actually. We can have our last hurrah tonight.”

  “You know that’s a stupid rule, right?”

  “Nope.”

  He ordered their caramel flan for them. “I know the rule is a pain in the ass, but I believe it helps your focus, keeps you hungry.”

  “It just makes me jack off more.”

  “Not where I can see you.” Mike knew jacking off counted as sex.

  “That’s what the shower’s for, baybee.” Mike winked.

  He shook his head. “You’re going to make me dog you twenty-four seven the week before meets, aren’t you?”

  “Nope.” Mike shot another look at him. “Think about it—I’m winning now. I’ve been winning. What’s dogging my ass going to help?”

  Jessy chuckled as Mike fought for his right to jerk off. “It’s going to make you even stronger, even more focused.” He winked, even if the kid did have a point.

  “Bah.” Mike grinned. “Hard-ass.”

  Yep, he was. “You know it.”

  Their dessert came, and he gave Mike the fork, let the kid feed him for a change. Mike gave him much more than half, his lover generous to a fault, eyes warm and watching him. By the time they were done, he was more than a little hard, needing Mike, wanting him.

  “You ready to go?” Mike’s eyes were shining, hungry, happy.

  “Hell, yeah. I’ve got a date with your mouth.”

  Mike laughed, finished his glass of water. “You do? Just my mouth?”

  “Well, no, but I figured that was the most urgent. Given your need to wash out the taste of snail.”

  “Ew. Snails.”

  He chuckled at Mike’s words and slid his finger into Mike’s mouth for a moment before inclining his head. “Come on, baby. I want.”

  Mike looked at him, wide-eyed, for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. I…. Me too.” Christ, Jessy loved that look. Loved that he could still get it out of the kid.

  Mike stood, and draped a hand over his cock casually. Jessy grinned, feeling smug and studly, all but strutting out to their car. Mike followed, hands sliding over his ass, squeezing. Jessy growled, not sure he was gonna make it home before he jumped Mike’s ass.

  “Sexy bastard.” Mike was all sex kitten, purring.

  He growled again and pushed Mike up against the car, pressing his body against Mike’s as their mouths met. Mike groaned, leg wrapping around his hip, Mike’s lips opening right up. Jesus fuck, this was a bad idea. That didn’t seem to be stopping him any, though; he was just humping away.

  Mike rubbed, pushing his tongue into Jessy’s lips, fighting Jessy’s tongue. He fought back, their tongues tangling, sliding from Mike’s mouth to his, then back again. Mike was bucking, rubbing against him, almost riding his thigh. He pushed his hand between them, pinching Mike’s nipples. Mike cried out, bucking, sucking his tongue into Jessy’s hot mouth.

  It was fierce and hot, wild and fast, and he could feel himself coming, his roar pushing into Mike’s mouth. Mike’s eyes rolled, entire body tremblin
g for him. He pinched Mike’s nipples again, pressing with his thigh as a shudder rocked him, sweet aftershocks. Mike jerked and arched, went perfectly still, gasping into his mouth. Yeah, that’s what he was looking for, Mike’s need, uncontrollable and on fire, just like his own.

  He moaned and gentled the kiss before pulling back and getting Mike’s door open. “Hurry. Before the cops show up.” He gave Mike a wink.

  “Yeah. That would be awkward.” Mike was still flushed and shaking.

  He chuckled as he went around the car, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Yeah, it would be.”

  The drive back to their rented cottage took no time at all, though it seemed long enough, with the heat between them hardly dissipated at all. Then, thank God, they were out of the car and at the door of their rental.

  Mike was behind him, pushing and touching, breathing against him. He got the door open and then closed behind them again, arms already reaching for Mike. Mike was right there, pushing against his chest, moaning low. He closed his hands over Mike’s ass, their mouths fused back together again as he walked them back toward the little bedroom. He couldn’t wait to get their pants off, but that didn’t stop him from rubbing them together.

  “Love you.” Mike licked his jaw, up to his ear. “You make me need.”

  “Yes. Yes, I know all about that.” He nodded, shuddering, tugging Mike’s shirt out of his pants.

  Mike bit his earlobe, then sucked it in. Jessy jerked, sliding his hands on Mike’s skin, pressing his fingers against the fabulous, warm silk. Mike’s moan was hot, sweet; it tickled his ear. He got Mike’s jeans off, before using Mike’s shirt to wipe away the drying come from Mike’s skin. He moaned as he slid fingers by Mike’s cock.

  “Yours.” Mike got Jessy’s shirt unbuttoned, fingers on his skin.

  “Yes. Mine.” He growled, mouth sliding to Mike’s neck, licking and nibbling, filling himself with Mike’s scent.

  Mike nodded, groaning and arching against him. They were soon both naked, stumbling back into the bed, his hands reaching everywhere he could. Mike’s mouth was on fire, blazing from his shoulder to his chest. He pushed their hips together, cocks sliding like fire.