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steps careful the whole way.
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by Sean Michael
Jess settled in his chair at the middle of the deck, next to
the pool. "Ten laps each stroke, don't push. I'll come fuck you
when you're done."
"Evil bastard." He winked, then slid into the water.
Jess grinned and called out, "That's me."
He could feel Jess' eyes on him as he started to swim. The
plug made him hyper-aware of his body, made his stroke long
and stretched. Despite the cold water, despite the work, his
cock stayed hard, and by the time he was nearly done Jess
slid into the water next to him.
They matched each other, swimming in sync. It felt good
swimming with Jess, not racing, just moving together, bodies
occasionally brushing. And then more than occasionally. He
could feel every motion of his body, every muscle. Jess'
hands started to slide on him, random strokes of the hot
fingers over his skin.
"The plug makes things ... focused."
"Yeah?" Jess' fingers drifted slowly down his back, teasing
his crease.
"Uh-huh. I can feel everything." He groaned, stretched.
"You wanna do it in the water or on deck?" Jess asked him,
finger pushing against the base of the plug, jostling it.
"Oh..." He shook. "In the water."
"Like you would choose anywhere else." Jess was smiling
at him, eyes alight. Then just like that the plug was pulled
out, Jessy tossing it onto the deck.
"Made to be here. Made to be in the pool."
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"Made to be mine." Jess crowded him up against the wall,
arms under his to hold him up as Jess' hard cock bumped into
his balls.
"Yes. Yes." He was caught by Jess' eyes, body aching.
He put his legs around Jess' waist, and that's all his lover
needed, cock pushing into his body. He was going to be
bowlegged in the morning, but, fuck, it was worth it. Jess'
thrusts were long and slow, sweet like they were going to do
this until sunrise brightened the sky.
"I love you, Jessy." He smiled, licking at Jess' mouth.
"Oh, baby. I love you, too."
Jess moved a little faster, tongue sliding against his, their
bodies moving easily in the water. He rested, their bodies
sliding together over and over. Eventually Jess' hand slid
down to wrap around Mike's prick, the speed of his lover's
thrusts increasing.
"Love." He moaned the word against Jess' neck. "Soon."
"Anytime, baby. Come for me."
"Yeah..." His orgasm was sweet, slow, leaving him
exhausted, utterly spent.
Jess kept pushing into him and then his lover moaned, soft
and low, filling him with heat.
Jess helped him out of the water and then picked him up
and carried him up to the big bed in their room. He didn't
argue, limp and quiet, completely sated.
Jess covered them and wrapped around him. "I love you."
"Mmhmm." He cuddled, body just one warm, melted mass.
"Wake me next time you can't sleep, Mike."
"Hmm? 'Kay."
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Jess' chuckle was warm and wrapped him in his lover's
happiness as he drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
Jessy worked through his paperwork and made sure the
calendar was up to date. A week from tomorrow, Mike had his
first meet since he'd been pushed off the coping. His swimmer
was out at the pool right now, swimming his heart out,
determined not to lose too much ground to the injury. A
glance at the clock confirmed that Mike had been out more
than long enough.
He put everything away and headed out to the backyard,
grabbing a couple bottles of water on the way. Sure enough,
there was Mike, moving slowly through the water, looking like
he was starting to fade. The damned flutter board was on the
side of the pool, not even wet.
Shaking his head, Jessy went over to the boom box and
turned the music off, crouching at the edge of the pool as he
waited for Mike to swim up.
Mike got to him, head popping up out of the water. "Hey,
Coach."
"Hey. How many laps is that?" Was Mike even counting?
"Lots and lots." Mike was panting, cheeks flushed.
He rolled his eyes. One of these days he was going to get
Mike to actually pay attention; they claimed to be working on
being able to make pigs fly, too. "Get out before I make you
start counting from one." He managed not to growl. Too
much.
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"Grumbly, grumbly." Mike hauled himself up, arms
shaking.
"You insist on pushing yourself too far, then, yeah, I'm
going to grumble." He handed over the water and got a towel
around Mike, hands rough as he dried Mike off.
"Mmm." Mike stretched for him, every muscle trembling.
He should have brought out the orange juice. He stroked
Mike's belly. "I was gonna suggest we go play, but I think you
need to eat and rest first. We'll have chicken and lettuce
wraps, maybe watch a movie."
"Play?" Mike leaned into him, eyelashes so fucking long,
casting shadows on the thin cheeks.
"Well, you've got a meet a week from tomorrow..." He let
the words trail off suggestively as he walked them into the
kitchen.
"Uh-huh. I could play." Uh-huh. Maybe after juice.
He sat Mike down on a stool and passed over a bottle of
orange juice before pulling out the shredded chicken, the
lettuce, sprouts, and tortillas. "You want the this warm or
cold?"
"Cold is fine, Coach. Can I have a little of that jalapeno
ranch on it?" Mike's throat worked as he gulped the juice.
"One cold wrap with jalapeno ranch coming up." He put
together two of them, adding a bit of sour cream and salsa to
his, putting the jalapeno ranch on Mike's. Then he grabbed a
couple more juices and sat on the stool next to Mike's. "Don't
eat too fast. We've got all afternoon and evening for the fun
stuff."
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"I won't. I'm being good. I think we should make chicken
soup and grilled cheese for supper. Late." Mike ate like he
was starving, devouring the wrap and then heading to the
fridge for a bowl of grapes.
"Sounds good." Nice and easy, and a good meal for two to
make, too.
He finished his own wrap at a slower pace and then went
to wash their dishes, giving Mike time to finish his grapes and
start digesting. Mike tossing it all up would be a major
damper on their afternoon activities.
"You feeling better?" he asked.
"Yeah. Feel good." Mike stretched again, rolling at the hip,
at the shoulder. "Starting to almost feel like me."
"Good." He stood behind Mike, crowding a little, his hands
landing on Mike's shoulders. He massaged lightly, Mike's skin
still fairly cool from the pool. "You want to shower first? Warm
up?"
He got a soft, sweet sound in answer, Mike nodding,
leaning into his touch.
"'Kay." He rubbed his hips against Mike's ass, bending to
nibble at Mike's nape as his fingers kept working Mike's
shoulders. The smooth skin always called to his fingers, his
lips.
"Feels good, Jessy." He grinned, loving how Mike shifted
from swimmer to lover, so easily, so perfectly.
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