rampingup

Ramping Up, a Personal Best story

By Sean Michael

Jessy checked his calendar on his phone and glanced

at  the  time.  He  shook  his  head.  They  were  going  to  be
late,  and  the  sponsor  was  not  going  to  be  happy.  The
lead-in to the Olympics was always like this, and when
you  were  a  returning  Olympic  gold  medalist,  the
sponsors all wanted their bite of your apple.

"Baby! We have to go. Now."
"I'm always having to fucking go." Someone was

grumpy, growly.

Jessy couldn't say he particularly blamed his baby for

it. "I know, Mike, but we have to pay the piper. Without

the  sponsors,  we  don't  get  to  train  twenty-four-seven."
What  sucked  was  that  it  was  around  the  Olympics  that
the demands on Mike's time increased. He was sure the
sponsors  understood  on  some  level  that  training  right
now  was  more  important  than  ever,  but  they  paid  their
money and they wanted their Olympic spokesperson, no
matter what else was going on.

"If I'm dealing with these assholes, I'm not training.

I'm playing a goofy monkey."

He bit back his chuckle at Mike's self-description. "I

know, baby. We have to do it anyway. Come on. This is
the last one, I promise." He swatted Mike's ass as his
baby went by.

Mike just snarled at him and stormed out the door.

Not  just  grumpy:  someone  needed  some  special
attention. Mike was going to get it, too. As soon as they
were  finished  with  this  last  commercial,  he  could  give
Mike  a  night  to  hold  onto  until  after  the  Olympics  had
run their course.

Jessy caught up with Mike and hit the open button on

his key fob before settling into the driver's seat. Mike
slipped into the car next to him, headphones on, the
screaming music audible even to him.

Leaning over, he tugged out one of Mike's earbuds.

"You're going to blow an eardrum."

"I am not." Mike frowned at him. "What am I selling

today? Shoes? Food? Can't I get a fucking soda
sponsor?"

"No unhealthy sponsors." It was a rule. As long as

they could live without them, they stayed away from
soda and chips and shit like that. Ever since Mike's first
Olympic medal, they'd been able to be picky about who
Mike's name was associated with. And if Jessy wouldn't
allow Mike to have it, he sure as hell wasn't going to
allow Mike to advertise it.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Stupid rule."
Jessy's knuckles went white as he held onto the

steering  wheel.  Mike  was  snarling  and  sassing  at  him
now;  maybe  this  was  one  sponsor  duty  too  many.  "I
could  call  them.  Tell  them  you're  too  sick  to  do  the
commercial  today,  take  you  home  and  beat  your  ass
rosy."

"Then I'd just have to do it tomorrow. I'm already in

the car." Near black eyes met his. "I'll play nice with the
money people."

"You could try playing nice with your coach, too."

He managed, somehow, not to snarl the words out. He
wasn't the bad guy here.

Mike sighed. "Sorry, Coach. I'm just tired. I'll shut

up."

"I don't mind that you're complaining; it's the tone,

you know? I'm not your enemy here."

"I know. I'm sorry."
He reached over and squeezed Mike's knee. "We

need to get our routine back, our balance." More than
anything, they needed the world to leave them alone so
they could do what they did.

"I just need to get in the water."
"I know, baby. When we're done with the filming

today, we're going right to it. I swear." He needed it, too.
He needed to see Mike in the water where he belonged,
doing what he was made to do. He maybe needed that
even more than he needed to love hard on Mike. A few
hundred thousand laps might just put them both back in
their skins again.

Mike nodded, put the earbuds back in, and leaned

back against the headrest.

Jessy concentrated on driving, following the

directions on the GPS and getting them to the house
where they were apparently filming the commercial for

Speedos. He was going to make it clear they didn't have
all day for this, that Mike had to hit the water by one, so
they had to leave at noon. Surely an eight a.m. call
would see them done at noon.

"We're here, baby."
"'kay, Coach." Mike slipped out of the car, frustration

and fury in every part of his baby's body, though the
words to him had been respectful, none of that emotion
directed at him this time.

Still. He needed to bring Mike down off the ledge

before they tried filming, or the sponsor was never going
to get the shots they wanted.

Jessy found the liaison and checked in with her. He

shook her hand and introduced himself and Mike to her,
then got down to business. "We need a few minutes of
privacy. Where can we get that?"

"There's a bathroom and changing room. We're going

to need him in the red suit first."

He held his hand out for it, taking the flimsy bit of

material from her and giving her his best 'I'm the coach
and I'm in charge' smile. "Thank you, give us fifteen or
so." Then he headed for the bathroom without giving her
a chance to reply or protest, knowing Mike would be
following.

Mike stripped off his t-shirt as soon the door closed,

toed off his flip flops. "I can't believe they want me to
model Speedos."

"You wear them every day of your life, baby."

Although Mike wore the swimmer's version of the
bathing suit, not the skimpy little bits they would have
him wearing for the most part on this commercial. Jessy
flipped the lock on the door.

"I know. I'm just not like, sexy model type."
He snorted. Mike was sexy as hell; his baby just

never believed it. "What you are is a swimmer. Which is

exactly the model that they need for Speedos. Meantime,
I need you to be quiet, baby."

"Huh?" Mike frowned at him. "I told you I'd quit

bitching. I did quit bitching."

"That's not what I mean, baby."
Mike pulled off his shorts, and Jessy leaned in,

grabbing the sweet prick and stroking.

"Dude. No. No, not before they take pictures of me."

Mike tugged away, prick pulling out of his hand, Mike's
head shaking.

"No marks, no sounds, we're just gonna take the edge

off." He dragged Mike back and brought their mouths
together, silencing any more protests with the kiss. His
baby needed this. Badly. The place wasn't ideal, but it
would do.

Mike fought him a little, then relaxed and leaned into

him. He slid his hand down along Mike's body, the long
spine, the stunning ass, which he grabbed hold of, his
other hand finding Mike's long prick again.

Mike wasn't hard, cock warm and soft in his hand.

Jessy  worked  the  tender  flesh,  hand  loose  around  it.
Mike needed to blow off some steam so they could get
through  the  filming  as  quickly  as  possible.  The tension
in his baby hadn't started out as sexual, but that's where
Jessy  was  driving  it  because  that's  where  he  could  do
something about it.

Mike was staring at him, little sounds pushing into

his lips. He just kept kissing, stroking, refusing to let
Mike stay in his anger and frustration.

All Mike had to do was this commercial, and then the

rest of the day was theirs. They could do this, they could
swim, they could do anything they fucking wanted. The
quicker the filming was done, the more time they had for
the water, for them.

He slid his free hand down to grab Mike's balls and

rolled them, then reached even further back to stroke the
sensitive skin beyond.

"Jessy." Oh, yeah. That wasn't 'Coach'. Mike was

with him.

He licked Mike's lips, eyes holding Mike's. That was

it. His baby. He tightened his hand around Mike's prick,
pulling harder, insistently. Come on, he thought. Come
on, give it to me.

Mike began to roll up, moving into his touch. Yes.

He bit Mike's lower lip, then pulled it between his lips,
licking at the same time, giving Mike extra sensations.
Mike hummed, pushed closer, opening for him. That
sweet cock was full now, heavy for him and...

"The photographer's ready for y'all." The voice was

harsh and shocking, intruding on their space. "We have
a gymnast coming soon, and she'll need to do her hair."

Mike pulled away from him, glaring at the locked

door. "I'll be out in two minutes!"

He pulled Mike right back. "We're finishing this,

baby."  He  put  his  hand  over  Mike's  mouth,  not  letting
his  boy  answer,  as  he  went  back  to  tugging  the  now
beautifully  hard  cock.  "And  when  we're  done  with  the
filming, we'll go home and you'll swim laps for me and
later we'll put your collar on you, make sure you can feel
it, can feel me."

Mike groaned into his hand, shook his head. Fighting

him.

He let his finger push up against Mike's nostrils.

"Yes, baby."

Mike's eyes rolled, just the promise of breath play

enough to make that cock leak.

Jessy didn't let up, thumb worrying the tip, spreading

those sweet drops around. "Come on, baby. Give it up
for me."

Jessy leaned in, teeth on Mike's earlobe. "I see you,

Mike. You can't hide from me."

Come spread over his fingers, Mike jerking

convulsively. He kept tugging on Mike's prick, getting
every last shudder and shiver out of his boy. He finally
let go of Mike's mouth, arm wrapping around Mike to
help support him as his orgasm faded.

Mike's cheeks were red, hot, those eyes wide.

"Jessy."

He smiled at Mike, gave him a quick hard kiss before

bringing his hand up to lick Mike's come from it. "Now
you'll be able to relax a little and give them what they
want without seizing up with anger and frustration." He
went over to the sink, washing his hands.

"You're something else." Mike came to him, hugged

him hard. "Love you."

He hugged Mike back. "Love you too, baby. Now go

be a superstar."

***

Jessy's promise of out by noon, home by one had

turned  into  out  by  nine  p.m.  and  caught  in  traffic,  so
home by ten thirty. Mike had just growled at the idea of
eating  and  headed  to  the  pool.  He  had  laps  to  do.  He
dove  in  and  started  swimming,  pounding  at  the  water,
just about as pissed off as he could be.

His music came on, the driving beat sounding

through  the  water.  He'd  been  so  pissed  he  hadn't  even
taken  the  time  to  turn  it  on.  He  moved  faster,  harder,
driving  himself  through  the  mad  and  the  tired  and  the
grr. It took dozens of laps, but finally it happened.

Him. Water. Moving. That was it.
Like Jessy knew, the music changed, going from his

lap music to softer rock. It took a few laps, but he

slowed, cutting through the water, heart pounding in his
chest. A few more laps later and he felt Jessy cut into the
water next to him, swimming alongside him. Jessy
slowed him down, eased them until the motions were
almost lazy.

He felt the touch of warm fingers sliding along his

side.

He got to the edge and stopped, offered Jessy a half

grin. "I feel better." Hungry, but better.

Jessy grinned back. "Of course you do. We're in the

water."

"Yep. Tell me there's nothing planned tomorrow." He

didn't think he could do another meet and greet, another
stupid shoot for raisins or running shoes or more
Speedos.

"Of course there's something planned tomorrow."

Jessy grinned at his look. "You've got laps to do. Lots of
laps." Jessy swam closer, fingers wrapping around his
hips.

"Okay. Okay. I can do that." He was made to do that.

He couldn't even imagine what he was going to do when
he was old. Be the world's most wrinkly swimmer
probably.

"I know you can, baby." They moved together, Jessy

kissing him.

This kiss was slow, easy, Jessy just loving on him,

holding him up. He could feel the strength in Jessy's
muscles as the long legs tread water. They bobbed there,
swimming, tongues sliding against each other. One of
Jessy's hands slid into the back of his swimsuit, grabbing
his ass. He chuckled and clenched, sort of to tell Jessy's
hand 'hi'.

Jessy's laughter filled his mouth. "Goofball."
"Yeah. Feed me? I'm hungry." If he'd learned nothing

else from Jessy over the years -- and he'd learned a lot --

it was to listen to his body and give it what it needed. A
lot of the time that was Jessy himself. Right now it was
food.

"Yeah. Did you eat anything at the shoot? Or just

drink far too many Sprites?" Jessy swam them back the
few feet they'd drifted from the edge of the pool.

"I didn't eat. They didn't have anything good."
"No? I asked them to have fruit on set. And real

sandwiches. Plenty of water, too." Jessy growled a little
bit as he pulled himself up and out.

"There was only pizza. I couldn't eat that." He'd even

been good and stayed away from the soft drinks, but he
knew from bitter experience that Jessy was right about
him not drinking that shit.

"Next time I'll check, and we'll walk if they can't

manage even a few pieces of fruit for you." Jessy held a
hand out to him.

Mike reached up, grabbed Jessy's hand. "I didn't

bitch."

"You should have let me know. It's not bitching to

expect decent food to eat." Jessy tugged him up and
close, body warm in contrast to the feeling of the breeze
against his wet skin.

"Uh-huh." What was the point? Jessy had said that

was the last one, right?

"Now you're just humoring me." Jessy bent and

licked the water from his collarbone.

"Am I?" His eyes crossed. He wasn't sure about that.

Of course he wasn't too sure about anything when Jessy
did stuff like that.

Jessy's teeth followed the path his tongue had

travelled.

"Jessy..." Mike arched, rubbing into Jessy.
"Thought you were hungry." Jessy gave him a

wicked grin.

"Uh-huh." Starving.
"In we go then."
"In?" He grabbed Jessy, kissed the man with all he

had.

Jessy kissed him back, tongue sliding against his. "In,

you know. Kitchen, bedroom, whichever hunger's
bigger."

"Uh-huh." He wasn't paying attention to anything but

the kisses.

He heard Jessy's soft chuckle, felt it vibrate inside his

mouth.

Laughing at him. Butthead.
He only realized they'd been moving when they got

inside and the breeze cut out. Wow. That was pretty
damned cool, really. Jessy was like magic, like the
water.

"Grab a power bar as we go by, baby."
"Uh-huh." He snatched a chocolate peanut butter one

off a bowl on the counter. Jessy kept walking him
toward the stairs.

He snarfed the chocolate down in a couple of bites,

following along. Jessy held his hand all the way upstairs
and by-passed their bedroom, going to the playroom
instead.

Oh. Oh, they hadn't played in weeks. Between

training and dog and pony-ing it for the sponsors...

Jessy tugged him into the room, mouth descending on

his the moment they crossed the threshold. He moaned,
pushed  up  against  Jessy's  heat,  their  still-slick  skin
sliding.  One  hand  landed  on  his  ass  and  squeezed,  the
other  wrapped  in  his  hair  and  tugged  his  head  back,
deepening the kiss.

Oh, damn. Mike shook, opening up for the kiss.
Jessy moved them, turning him toward the bed.

"Fucking love you, baby."

"I know." He did. That was the easy part of life.
Jessy smiled at him and then took his mouth again,

kissing him breathless. His suit was stripped off, Jessy
baring him to those hands.

"Sexy baby." Jessy rolled his balls and stroked his

cock.

He went up on tiptoe, calves hitting the mattress.

Jessy pushed him, sending him back onto the bed. He
plopped down, chuckling as he bounced. Grinning, Jessy
went over to the shelves where their toys lived.

Mike ran his hands down over his body, stretching

out. Jessy grabbed the collar, tossing it over onto the bed
next to him, followed quickly by a thick leather sheath
for his cock. His fingers touched his collar, his cock
continuing to fill. A thick, ribbed dildo landed beside
him.

"That's huge." Fuck yes.
"Hopefully it'll be big enough for my size queen."
"Size queen? Me?" He dared to bat his eyelashes at

Mike like some virginal Southern Belle.

"No, the guy in the other bedroom." Jessy came back

to kneel on the bed by him.

Mike stuck his tongue out at Jessy, fighting the

laughter. Lips twisting, Jessy grabbed his tongue
between two fingers.

"Thath by tug."
"What was that?" Jessy asked, lips twitching harder.
Mike pulled back. "That was my tongue."
"Thank you Mr. Stating the Obvious." Jessy grinned

at him, happiness just rolling off the man.

He snorted, rolled his eyes playfully. "It goes along

with I want a Dr. Pepper, you're a hardass, and I swim
a lot."

"You? Swim a lot? Now there's something I didn't

know." Jessy stripped out of his swimsuit and pounced
on Mike.

He laughed happily, diving into the kiss, both of them

rolling together on the mattress. Jessy felt so good
against him, their legs tangling as they moved together,
skin warm and smooth. He'd missed this -- touching and
laughing, lounging.

Jessy's fingers found his nipples, teasing them with

gentle, then sharper touches. Tiny sounds escaped him,
his heart beating a little faster as they started to get
really turned on.

He could feel Jessy searching blindly for the lube at

the top of the bed, heard the grunt of triumph that meant
Jessy'd found it. Mike grinned, nibbled at Jessy's jaw,
his fingers on Jessy's cock, balls. Jessy felt good to him,
heavy and full, heated. Jessy turned and bit at his chin.
The pop of the lid on the tube opening was loud, full of
promise.

"Jessy..." He moaned, pushed closer, bit back.
"Right here, baby. Time to make you fly." Jessy's

fingers slid over his prick, all slick and slippery. Jessy
rubbed his thumb across the head and then moved down
to fondle Mike's balls. Mike spread, offering himself
right up.

Jessy's moan vibrated against his jaw, and then two

fingers pushed at his hole. He bore down, took Jessy in,
toes curling.

"God, that's hot." Jessy curled his fingers, found his

gland.

His shoulders left the mattress, his belly going tight.

Jessy kept pressing against that spot, sensation zinging
through him. He grabbed his knees, pulled out and back.

"Fuck yes, baby." Jessy pushed a third finger in,

spreading them, stretching him wide.

"Need." Fuck, that was good. Solid.
"I know. I've got a nice thick dildo here for you."

Jessy grabbed it with his free hand, put it on Mike's
belly. "Lube it up, baby."

"Huh?" He reached for the lube, and Jessy handed it

over.

"The dildo, make it slippery, baby."
"Uh-huh." His eyes crossed as Jessy pegged his gland

again. Jessy kept alternating between stretching and
banging that little place inside him.

Mike got the fake cock lubed up, fingers shaking just

a little bit. Jessy kept working his hole, fingers moving
slowly, almost lazily.

"So good." He lived for Jessy's touch.
Jessy licked his hip. "You got that good and slick?"
"Uh-huh."
Jessy held out a hand for it, the fingers inside him

still working. He handed it over, beginning to pant a
little. Jessy licked his balls next, then the long fingers
slid out of him.

"Jess..." He arched, body reaching for his lover.
"Right here, baby." Jessy stroked his prick a few

times, and then pressed the lubed dildo against his hole.
"You want it?"

"Uh-huh." He pushed down, taking it.
"Greedy." Jessy helped, pushing in.
"Uh-huh. Need."
"I've got what you need." Jessy pulled the dildo back

out, and then pushed it back in again.

"Always." Damn, that was big.
Jessy pulled it out again, twisting it. Then in again.

Then out. Then in. He met Jessy's rhythm, riding the
cock, body singing. Jessy's free hand wrapped around
his cock, palm dragging along it.

"Yes..." He licked his lips, bucking.

"No coming, baby."
"Jessy!" He loved this part.
Jessy chuckled and squeezed the head of his cock.

"No coming."

His knees drew up tighter, his toes curled. Jessy

leaned to the side and kissed his foot. The dildo stilled,
settled inside him and Jessy worked the cock sheath on.
Mike moaned, twisted toward Jessy's mouth. Licking
from his ankle, Jessy moved steadily moved up his leg.
Mike rocked down, rocking the fake cock inside him.

"Swimming through the air," muttered Jessy.
"Uh-huh. Everything should be water."
Jessy chuckled, the sound sweet and easy. A soft,

sucking kiss found the tip of his cock, Jessy's tongue
playing with his slit.

"Uhn. Jessy, damn."
Jessy smiled and let his prick slide away. Soft kisses

dropped over his abdomen, scattered and warm. Mike
moaned, stretching up and up on the mattress, his back
popping. When Jessy got to Mike's nipples, he paused
and glanced up, eyes wicked. Mike looked at Jessy, lips
twisting.

Then Jessy grinned, and it was the only warning he

got before his nipple was taken into that hot mouth,
Jessy's teeth closing around the tip and biting.

"Yes!" His hips rolled down, riding the dildo hard,

his fingers tangling in Jessy's hair.

Jessy alternated sucking and licking with biting, his

nipple swelling up hard.

"Gonna bruise." Oh, god. Jessy was marking him.

That meant no commercials, not for a few days.

"Yep. The games start in three weeks. You'll heal up

by then." Jessy moved to the other nipple.

"Yeah. Yeah. More."

Jessy kept sucking and biting, bruising his left nipple

to match the right. Meanwhile, one of Jessy's hands
grabbed his hip, thumb pressing hard enough it was
going to leave a bruise there, too.

"Fuck." He groaned, twisted, his heart beating fast.
"Reminding you who you belong to."
"I know." He believed it.
Jessy picked up the collar and handed it to him. "Put

it on. Loosely."

He groaned, fingers sliding on the collar, eyes rolling

a little.

Jessy kept touching him, one hand running over his

chest, the other teasing his prick through the leather
sheath, holding it long enough he could feel the heat of
Jessy's hand. Then Jessy slipped his hand down, rolling
Mike's balls.

Mike got the collar on, swallowing hard, the tiny

pressure on his throat erotic as fuck.

"Fucking sexy, baby." Jessy's fingers traced the

collar, pushing against his skin.

"Want you." He arched, bucking a little.
"I know." Jessy tightened the collar, just a little.

"Want your mouth first."

"Uh-huh." He could so do that.
Jessy climbed up his body, knees bracketing his head,

putting Jessy's thick cock right there at his mouth. Mike
opened  and  Jessy  pushed  in,  filling  him up,  filling  him
deep.  Jessy  grabbed  onto  the  headboard  and  began  to
rock,  prick  sliding  almost  out  of  his  mouth  before
pushing  back  in.  Mike  took  every  inch,  hungry  for  the
thick prick.

Moving slowly at first, Jessy picked up speed as he

sucked harder, wanting more. Jessy's fingers played with
the collar at his throat, and he groaned, pulling hard. The
collar tightened a little, and Jessy's prick cut off his air

for a moment as Jessy shifted and pushed in hard,
deeper.

His cock went even harder, and his eyes rolled. Fuck.

Please. Yes.

Jessy pulled out, all the way out this time. "I want to

come inside you, Mike. I want to put a plug in after and
have you hold me inside all night."

"Jessy!" He pushed up, almost knocking Jessy down.
Jessy's hands grabbed onto his shoulders, as Jessy

steadied himself. "Whoa, careful."

"Sorry. Sorry, need you. Fuck."
"I know. You'll have me. Impatient baby." Jessy

kissed him and climbed off the bed. "Need that plug.
Something big, I think. Long and wide. Something
you'll feel all day, even after it comes out."

He reached down, jacked himself hard, a few strokes.

Even with the leather sheath around him it felt good.

"Baby." There was a warning in Jessy's voice.
His body went tight, arching at that tone.
"Hands off that pretty cock." Jessy grabbed a huge --

like really, really enormous -- plug and came back to the
bed.

"Jessy. Damn." His body clenched around the cock

holding him open.

"It'll be the last time you're plugged until after the

Olympics. I want to make sure you don't forget the
feeling."

"I won't. I won't. Fuck." He was going to come.

Sheath or not, orders or not, he was going to fucking
come.

Jessy climbed back on the bed and grabbed his balls,

tugged them, twisted a little. "You're coming on my
cock, not before."

He cried out, legs bending. "Fuck!"

"In a minute, baby." Jessy, still holding onto his balls,

bent and kissed him, tongue sweeping into his mouth.

He sobbed into the kiss, just letting himself lose it,

letting Jessy have him. The kiss went on until he was
breathless, gasping for air as Jessy's lips finally left his.

"Please." He had no idea what he was begging for.
"Easy, baby. I've got you." Literally. Jessy squeezed

his balls, far more gently this time, and settled between
his legs.

"Love you." His legs moved restlessly.
"I know."
Jessy grabbed the bottom of the dildo and tugged on

it, pulling it out almost excruciatingly slowly. His body
followed the tug, fighting to keep it in. Bending, Jessy
licked at his right nipple, tongue pressing hard enough to
make the bruise ache. He shivered, gooseflesh covering
his body.

Jessy kept tugging on the dildo, and it finally slipped

out of him as Jessy moved to bite at his other nipple, this
ache much sharper.

"Help me. Help me, Jessy. Please." He needed. So

fucking badly.

"Patience, baby." The heat of Jessy's cock pressed

against him, pushed into him, but so slowly.

"Patience." He was going to scream.
"That's right." Jessy smiled down at him, still not all

the way inside him.

He squeezed Jessy's cock, hard. Moaning, Jessy

stilled.

"Love you." He squeezed again.
"Love you, baby." Jessy was finally all the way in,

filling him so deep.

Mike took a deep, deep breath, nodded. Love. He

knew this feeling deep in his heart, in his soul.

Bending in, Jessy took his mouth, hips beginning to

move, sliding that hard cock in and out. His body rode
happily, taking Jessy in, swallowing against his collar.
Tongue and cock pushed into him, over and over. Mike
flew, spinning, needed so much.

Jessy gave him a lot, too, moving faster, hitting

harder. Then one of Jessy's hands grabbed the closure of
the collar, began to tighten it. He gasped, eyes rolling.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck.

Jessy kept tightening the collar, eyes on his. He

reached for Jessy, the world tightening to just them.
Jessy's gaze held his, the hard cock driving into him
over and over. Sparkles glimmered around the edges of
his vision.

The collar tightened more, and Jessy whispered in his

ear. "Love you, baby."

He sobbed and came, pouring himself out for his

lover.

"Mike." Jessy groaned, heat filling him inside.
The collar loosened, and he sucked in a breath. Jessy

pressed kisses along his collarbone, body warm and
solid over him.

"Love." He moaned, melted into the mattress.
A low groan sounded, and Jessy slid out of him,

pushing the plug in immediately. It was huge, stretching
him wider even than Jessy's prick. Mike keened,
shoulders rolling up off the bed.

"I've got you, baby."
"Love." He was so close to totally overwhelmed.
The sheath was taken off his cock, the collar left on

his neck, but loose, and Jessy lay next to him, wrapping
around him. He pushed in against Jessy, eyes squeezed
shut.

"Fuck, I needed that," muttered Jessy, hand sliding to

settle on his ass.

"Uh-huh. Needed. Stay."
Jessy chuckled sleepily. "Not going anywhere, baby.

Neither are you. No laps until after eight a.m."

"Eight..." He couldn't wait that long, could he? Oh.

Sleeping. Sleeping. Warm. Happy. Full. Yeah.

He loved his life.

***

Mike didn't stir until shortly after eight a.m. Jessy

grinned, gave himself props, slapped Mike's ass, and
rolled over to go back to sleep. He woke again at nine,
on his own this time, and headed downstairs after taking
care of business in the bathroom.

It was the first day of their last push to be ready for

the  Olympics,  and  he  checked  the  calendar  for  the
schedule he'd made and put together a smoothie for his
baby.  The  hour  of  laps  was  a  good  warm  up,  and  he
could  go  out  and  focus  on  refining  Mike's  strokes  for
twenty minutes or so before he made Mike get out of the
water and drink down the smoothie.

The phone rang, but he ignored it, letting the machine

pick it up; they were not available anymore and wouldn't
be until after Mike's races for gold.

He headed out into the sunshine, eyes going

immediately to the pool. Mike moved through the water
like a seal, totally at home in his own skin. Jessy spent
ten minutes just watching, the pure joy of it touching
him inside and spreading through him.

Then he went to the side of the pool and sat, dangling

his feet so Mike would see him.

Mike took another five laps before acknowledging

him. "Coach. Morning."

He splashed Mike. "Brat," he accused fondly.
Mike grinned at him, winked. "Yours."

"Fuck, yeah." He reached for his boy and took a

quick good-morning kiss. "You still wearing your
plug?"

Mike shook his head. "I couldn't do it and swim with

good form. Besides, we can't play anymore. You said."

He nodded. He had said so. "We can't. You have

three weeks. It's the perfect amount of time." They'd
been down this road before; they both knew what Mike
needed in order to be at his peak during the race for the
gold.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I need my coach right now, not

my lover."

"Maybe a little bit of your lover." He leaned in and

took another kiss, just a soft one.

"Maybe. We'll see." Mike met his eyes. "No more

commercials, right? A week here, then we go and train
there?"

"No more commercials. No interviews until you've

swum your races." Nothing would get between Mike
and his swimming for the next three weeks, Jessy would
see to it.

"Yeah. Yeah. Just water. Just swimming."
"Just you and me and the deep blue sea." He smiled

into Mike's eyes, seeing love and happiness and ease
there. And determination; his baby was ready to take the
world by storm in a few weeks. "Okay, back to work.
You're curving a hair to the right on your breaststroke;
do it again slowly and let me see if I can figure out what
you're doing wrong."

End

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