Personal Best 2

by Sean Michael

“Jess. Jess. More.” Teeth scraped across his nipple, hot as fire.

  He bucked hard and flipped them, putting Mike beneath him and grinding into Mike’s heat. The bed was creaking, Mike clinging to him, cries filling the air.

  “Oh, baby. Love you.”

  He reached for the lube, spreading it on his fingers and pushing one into Mike and then two and then three, too needy to go any slower.

  “Love. Jess. Need you.”

  “I know. I know.” He did, he could feel it in his own spine, hard and necessary.

  He pushed his fingers once more into Mike and then lined his cock up with Mike’s sweet hole, pushing in with a groan.

  Mike arched, a sweet cry splitting the air. “Yes!”

  He nodded, groaning as he started thrusting, pushing into Mike’s tight heat over and over again. Mike pushed right back, riding him, needing him. They pushed and thrust and bucked and came together hard, bodies slamming together.

  “Love you. Fuck.” Mike’s voice was raw, hoarse as hell.

  “Yeah, baby. Fuck.” He just kept moving, kept pounding, feeling it building inside him, getting ready to explode.

  Mike reached up, grabbed the headboard, hips jerking furiously, driving him. Growling, he grabbed Mike’s hips, taking over, pulling them into his thrusts as their mouths crashed together again. Heat sprayed between them, Mike’s body squeezing him tight. He roared again, his own orgasm slamming through him like a wall of pleasure.

  He collapsed onto Mike, automatically reaching to undo cuffs that just weren’t there this time out. He chuckled breathlessly. Mike grinned, hands sliding around his shoulders.

  He purred, nuzzling into Mike’s neck. “Love you, baby.”

  “Good.” Mike squeezed his cock, body hot and tight.

  He groaned, shuddered. “Fuck. Mike.”

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  He got another squeeze.

  This time he moaned and shook his head as his cock tried to stop deflating. “I’m an old man here, Mike.”

  “My old man.” Fuck, Mike felt good.

  “Yeah, baby.” He leaned in and kissed Mike, and as he slid his tongue into the sweet recesses of Mike’s mouth, he thought just maybe he was going to get it up again.

  Mike stroked his head, holding him close. The kiss went on and on, leaving him breathless, dizzy. Mike didn’t back away, either, kept moving, kissing, stealing his breath. Eventually he had to move, sliding his hips, pushing into Mike in long, slow motions. Mike’s body held him tight, so hot, so soft, milking his prick.

  “So good, baby.” The pleasure was unbelievable, like little fingers all over his body.

  “Uh-huh. Like magic.” Mike was smiling, laughing for him.

  He nodded, managing to find Mike’s hard cock, tugging on it.

  “Oh….” Mike nipped his bottom lip, sucked it in.

  His groan came from his balls, and he moved faster, the sweet heat becoming urgent. Mike nodded, panting, pushing and pulling and needing him. He saw stars when he came, the pleasure sliding over his body, making him hot, making him shake. Mike groaned, heat spreading between them, slick and wet. He collapsed onto Mike, trusting that his lover could hold his weight.

  “Love you.” Mike purred, rocking under him.

  “Yeah, baby. Love you.” He turned his head and licked at Mike’s lips.

  “Mmm…. This was a great vacation, Jessy.”

  “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?”

  He knew he’d sure had a good time.

  Mike nodded. “Perfect.”

  “Cool.”

  He settled a little more, feeling sleep come barreling down on him.

  “Love you, baby.”

  “Uh-huh.” Mike patted his back. “Love.”

  He hummed, happy and already more than half-asleep.

  Chapter Ten

  HE WAS fucking flying, the still water not even having any drag, just slipping past him.

  Fuck, yes.

  Yes.

  Mike hit the wall hard, the turn awkward because of his speed. His music stopped, Coach’s signal to stop.

  He lifted his head up, looking around. “Yeah?”

  “You’re going to have to compensate on the turn, Mike, or it’s going to lose you more time than you’re making up. Try going into it just a little sooner to make up for the extra speed.”

  “Feels good, Coach. Damn good.”

  He was bouncing.

  Soaring.

  Running ninety to nothing.

  Coach grinned at him. “Good. Good. Just don’t overdo it.”

  He nodded, already back in the water, moving to the music, working the turns, zipping through the water. Coach didn’t stop him again, so Coach must have been happy with the results. The CD ended, started again, and he kept swimming, kept moving, started daydreaming about the ocean.

  It cut out again suddenly.

  Damn it.

  He got to the edge, looked up.

  “You stopped focusing,” Coach accused, voice growling.

  “How the hell would you know that?”

  “You’ve been swimming for three hours, Mike. You were finished with your laps ages ago.”

  “Feels good.” Overtraining? Him? Never.

  “Uh-huh. Out of the water.” Coach’s arms were crossed, and he had that stubborn look on his face.

  “Spoilsport.”

  “Yep, that’s me. Nothing but a spoilsport and hard-ass. Out of the water.”

  Man, the edge of the pool looked far away. Ladder. Cool. Up the ladder. “Do I have to?”

  “Mike.” Oh, that was the you’re-working-my-last-nerve growl. Which was pretty damned sexy, really.

  He dragged his ass out of the water. Man, gravity sucked.

  “Feeling a little tired all of a sudden, are we?” Coach put a towel around his shoulders, grumbling, drying him off and managing to massage his muscles at the same time.

  “Stupid gravity.” He wasn’t tired. Really.

  “Uh-huh. It’s all gravity’s fault. Swimming all out for three hours had nothing to do with it.” The growl was back, and Coach was hustling him inside.

  “Nothing at all. Felt good. I was fucking flying. Bouncing.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Two hours. That’s how long you’re supposed to swim in a row.”

  “Three is close to two….” He was buzzing, wired for sound.

  Coach snorted. “Let’s get a shower.”

  “’Kay.” He stopped and grabbed a glass of juice, the sugar going straight to his head.

  Coach detoured via the playroom on his way to the shower.

  “Whatcha looking at?”

  “Just a toy or two. Gonna find something to do with all that energy.”

  “Huh? Energy? Me? No….” He chuckled and goosed Jess, hard.

  He caught Jessy off guard, making Jessy jump and yelp. He was cackling all the way to the bathroom. Jessy caught up with him just as he got there, goosing him back.

  “No pinching! You’ll leave marks, swellings! Speed bumps that slow me down!”

  “Nothing slows you down, baby.” Jessy pushed up behind him, naked and warm, pushing him into the bathroom.

  He moved forward, right into the tub, laughing the whole way. “Pushy.”

  “I have to be,” murmured Jessy, rubbing against him.

  He pushed back, ass rocking. “Why?”

  “Because otherwise you’d walk all over me.”

  “Not me.” He spread a little, hips swaying.

  Jessy laughed and took a half step back. “No?”

  He scooted back into Jessy’s arms. “Nope.”

  “Says the pushiest bottom I have ever seen.” Jessy’s arms wrapped around him, one stroking his belly, the other holding his hip.

  “Not pushy at all! I? Am a shrink….” He started giggling, ruining it. “Shrinking violet.”

  Jessy grabbed his cock, pumping. “Nope. No shrinking here.”

  “Oh….” He groaned, hips swaying. “Yeah.”

  Jessy growled
softly, mouth sliding on his neck. “Pushy fucking bottom.”

  “Your pushy fucking bottom.”

  “You got that right.” Jessy’s cock nudged at his hole, damp tip pushing.

  “Oh. Yeah. In me.” He pushed back, needing.

  Jessy pushed and pushed, cock stretching him wide.

  “Yeah….” Mike groaned, bearing down on Jessy’s heavy cock.

  Jessy moaned, pushing in harder, going deep.

  “Jess!” He groaned again, nodding, needing. “Yeah.”

  “Yeah.” Jess’s voice was low, growly. Mike was up against the tile, Jess starting to fuck him.

  He bent forward, hips rocking, squeezing Jess’s cock.

  “Oh, baby. Feels good.”

  Mike braced against the tile, nodding, hips bucking furiously. Jess fucked him hard, hand insistent on his cock, demanding his pleasure. He bucked again, eyes wide, flying, so hot, so hard.

  “That’s it, baby,” growled Jessy. “Give it to me. Give me that pleasure, that energy.”

  “Love. Need. Want. Jess. Sweet.” His voice got louder, higher, sharper.

  “That’s it. More. More.” Harder and harder, Jess pushed into him.

  “Gonna. Oh. Oh.” He jerked, come spraying from him, balls drawing tight.

  “Yeah. Baby.” Jess groaned, pushing into him again and again before coming, filling him deep.

  He hummed, panted. “So good.”

  “Yeah. The fucking best.” Jess shifted them, reaching over to the counter while still buried in him.

  He hummed, snuggling back into Jess’s arms. “Warm.”

  “Gonna plug you now, baby. Keep me inside you. Keep you ready for me.”

  “Oh….” He shuddered, panting, thighs parting.

  “Oh, you like that, do you?” Jess chuckled, cock easing from him, cool metal replacing the girth of Jess’s cock.

  His body clenched around the plug, muscles shivering. Jess seated it and then turned him, kissing him deeply. He rubbed, lips opening, cock trying to rise again.

  Jess hummed, the sound happy. “Now we’re going to go into the playroom and I’m going to tie you up and make you crazy.”

  “We are? You are?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Oh.” His toes curled, prick filling.

  Jessy was licking the water from his collarbone, hands sliding along his back, reaching to grab his ass. He rocked back into the touch, eyes rolling. It was so good, hot. Settling him deep in his bones. Jess found the plug with his fingers, jostling it.

  “Jess!” He jerked, cock rubbing against Jessy’s hot belly.

  “We’d better get you to the bedroom. Get that pretty cock tied up so we can play longer.”

  “Oh, man. Gonna make me crazy.” He kept rubbing. Maybe he could get off first.

  “That’s the idea, baby.” Jess gave him one last hard kiss and then turned off the shower and tugged him out, toweled him off and dragged him off to their playroom.

  “I. Jess.” He tried to rub against Jessy’s fine ass.

  Jess tsked. “And you call me pushy.”

  “You are. Pushy and hot and sexy and mine.”

  Jess grinned. “Flattery isn’t going to get you off any sooner.”

  “If you’d just stand still a minute….” He winked, pumped his cock, ass squeezing the plug.

  Jess laughed and grabbed his hands, tugging him down onto the bed and getting him cuffed in. “Now you just need a ring. You want one of the leather ones, baby?”

  He shifted, restless and wanting, cock bouncing on his belly. “Okay.”

  Jess’s hand came down on his belly, stroking gently. “Easy now, Mike. You know it’s better if it gets to build.”

  Oh, that touch…. He hummed, eased, soothed.

  “Yeah, that’s it, baby.” Jess bent and kissed his belly and the tip of his cock and then went to the wardrobe and pulled out some strips of leather.

  The leather was wound around his balls and the base of his cock and then crisscrossed all the way up and tied off just below the head of his cock, snug but not painfully tight.

  “Beautiful,” growled Jessy, blue eyes so hot.

  “Oh…. Oh, Jess.” Mike arched, purring, heat filling his belly.

  Jess stood over him, pumping his cock, just watching like he was the center of the fucking universe. Mike opened his lips, sliding his tongue out, so hungry.

  “Christ, you’re the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Mike. You make me want like nothing ever. Have since day one.” Jessy’s voice was little more than a needy growl.

  “I love you. Want you so bad, Jess.” It was the truth too. He needed that attention, that love, more than air.

  Jessy nodded. “I know, baby. I love you too.”

  Then Jess climbed onto the bed and cuffed his ankles. Starting there, Jess began to lick him, kiss him, worshipping his skin from his toes and slowly, so very slowly, working his way up. He groaned, relaxing in the bonds, electricity running through him, setting every nerve on fire. Jessy’s fingers started moving over his skin, barely touching, sensitizing his skin for Jessy’s mouth.

  “Oh. Oh, wow. Damn.” He shifted, purred, shivering under that touch.

  Jessy hummed and purred, fingers occasionally stroking a bit deeper, making his blood flow. He arched into Jessy’s deeper touches, toes curling, low groans pouring from him. His inner thighs also got treated to Jessy’s fingernails, stroking along the skin, not hard enough to leave marks, just to spark.

  “Christ, baby, you’re amazing.

  “Just yours, Jess. Oh. Oh, love….”

  “Yeah. All mine. To do with what I want.” He got one of Jessy’s wicked grins as warning, and then the plug inside him was jostled, shifted.

  “Oh!” He shuddered, jerked, tugging on the bonds.

  Jessy purred again, licking a long line up the inside of his thigh, teasing his balls. His thighs trembled, shook, balls tightening up.

  “Smell so good, baby. So fucking good.” Jessy buried his face in Mike’s groin, breathing deeply.

  “Jess! Love!” He rubbed, moaning low.

  Jess’s tongue slid along his crease, circled the base of the plug. Mike’s eyes popped open, staring up at the ceiling, breath caught in his throat. Jess growled softly, teeth grasping the edge of the plug, tugging, not hard enough to dislodge it, just pulling it out a tiny bit.

  “Jess. Oh, fuck. Jess. That. Oh.” He shivered, eyes just rolling.

  Jess chuckled, the sound vibrating along his skin. “Love it when you sound like that.”

  Jess moved up, mouthing leather and skin on his cock.

  “So hungry. Fuck. I need, Jessy. I’m burning.”

  “On fire,” murmured Jessy, mouth closing over the tip of Mike’s prick, sucking hard, running his tongue along the slit.

  His cry tore from him, hips pumping furiously, time stopping short. Jess stole one hand up his belly to his chest, moving achingly slowly until two fingers grabbed his nipple.

  He shuddered, gasped. “More.”

  Jess nodded, jostling Mike’s cock. Mike’s heart was pounding, entire body throbbing. Jess’s mouth left his cock, moving to suck on one hip bone, then his belly, casually working its way up to one of his nipples. He was whimpering, shifting, hands twisting in the cuffs.

  His nipples were sucked, bitten, licked. Jessy slid one hand over his balls, his cock, down to jostle the plug. His eyes rolled, entire body jerking and throbbing. Then Jessy’s mouth was on his, tongue pushing in, fucking his mouth. He tensed, jerking, almost convulsing as his need was stronger than the leather on his cock.

  Jess’s knee bumped the plug as the leather was undone. Mike whimpered, still caught in his orgasm. Jess pushed him through it, hands on his cock, tugging, pulling as that knee kept the plug moving.

  “I. Oh. Oh, Jess. Please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for.

  “Yeah, baby, I know.”

  The plug came out. Just like that, the heat of Jessy’s cock filled him.

  “Y
es!” He bucked hard. Oh. Oh, yeah. That was what he needed. Just that. Fuck.

  Jessy didn’t say anything, just started fucking him, cock hard and hot and perfect. Every muscle was into it, hips rocking and thrusting, jerking down to take more.

  “Baby. Mike.” Jess groaned, just plunging into him.

  “Yours. Please.”

  “Mine. Mine.” Jess growled the words, Jessy’s eyes burning into him.

  “Yes. Yes, love.” He nodded, sobbed, come pouring from him again.

  Jessy roared, jerking into him and filling him with heat. Mike slumped into the mattress, eyes rolling. Jess slid out of him, making him cry out at the loss, and then his ankles and wrists were released, Jess rubbing his skin.

  He curled into Jessy’s strength, heart pounding.

  “Oh, baby, I love you.” Jessy’s hands were warm, his chest solid.

  Yeah. Love. Wow. The covers were pulled up, and Jessy’s hands slid over him.

  He cuddled in, exhausted, worn through. “Never moving again.”

  Jessy laughed softly. “Or for an hour. Whichever comes first.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Sure.

  Right.

  Anything you say, Jessy.

  Anything at all.

  Chapter Eleven

  IT WAS Mike’s last race. He’d taken gold in everything he’d entered, just smoking, still flying on the extra speed he’d picked up from playing in the ocean. They definitely needed to move out there; Mike obviously thrived like the fish he was.

  A small part of Jessy fretted, worried that Mike was going to burn out if they made the ocean a permanent part of their life, but the kid had been swimming since he was little; surely, if he was going to burn out, he’d already have done so. They needed to go see the doc after this meet. Just check that everything was doing what it was supposed to. If they got the all clear? He’d start looking for places out near Padre. Or, hell, they could move to the Keys or out west, he supposed.

  They announced the four-hundred relay final, and Jess swept everything else from his mind, focusing on Mike. Mike was swimming the third leg, and the team was in fourth by the time they got to him. Mike looked fabulous—strong and fast, burning up the water. By the time he hit the wall for their clean-up man, the only way they were going to lose was if Jason totally screwed up, and Jason was UT’s best swimmer, bar Mike.