When Justin retired, Chris cut all ties with the swimmer he’d fallen in love with. He never wanted Justin to love him just because it was easy. But he’s been waiting for Justin to reach out, and he’ll gladly take Justin back into his life.
When he finds out Justin is drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes he made a mistake letting go so suddenly, and that Justin needs structure and a firm, dominant hand to keep him on the right track. It’s time to remedy his error—as long as he can convince Justin that it’s really love.
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Coach tilted his head and stole his breath with another kiss. The man had to stop this. Really. Later.
Justin’s cock was achingly hard, and the kisses were perfect.
The kiss went deeper, Coach bending him back over one strong arm. He held on, the room swimming behind him. The kiss went on and on, totally stealing his breath. His body was aching; he was so hard his prick hurt. Coach’s hand slid from his neck on down, all the way down to his waistband.
Please. Fuck, please. He just needed to come.
Then Coach’s hand drifted down the rest of the way, cupping and squeezing him through his jeans. He bucked up, humping hard. His body had wanted this for so long. Groaning, Coach shoved him up against the wall, free hand working on his belt, his button.
“Want.” He growled the word against Coach’s lips. “Please.”
“Come on.” Coach clasped his hand and dragged him toward the bedroom.
Justin nodded, following along fast enough that they were almost running.
“Naked,” growled Coach, pulling off his own T-shirt and then working on his jeans.
“Uh-huh.” Justin stepped out of his shorts, shrugged off his button-up.
Once he was naked, his hard prick pointed right at Coach’s cock, which was pointing right back. Coach took his arms and tugged him close, bringing their mouths together again. Justin reached down, wrapped his fingers around their cocks, and started jerking them off.
“This time,” muttered Coach. “But then we do it right.”
“Uh-huh.” Whatever. He needed.
Coach kissed him again, wrapping one hand around his, speeding his movements. They jacked fast and hard, driving together like they’d done this forever. Their kisses made everything better, hotter. Justin’s balls drew up, and he went up on tiptoe, so close.
“Come for me, Just. Right now.”
“Right….” Heat poured from Justin, and he groaned, moaning his coach’s name.
“Fuck, yes, Just.” Coach bucked, cock pushing through their hands, and more slick sprayed, coating their fingers.
Oh. Oh, better.
Coach moaned softly, rubbed their noses together. “God, I’ve wanted to do that forever.”
Justin took a deep breath, trying to find his feet. The smell of them together filled his nose as he breathed, and then Coach rubbed a hand on his belly, marking him with their combined come. Justin’s muscles rippled and rolled, and he couldn’t help his groan.
“The things I want to do to you, Just. I want to turn you inside out and make you mine.”
“Don’t tease.” He’d wanted to be Coach’s long before now.
“I’m not teasing, Just. I mean it.”
“I’m not…. What are we doing here?”
“We’re giving in to the feelings we suppressed for a lot of years. We have something here between us.” Coach tugged Justin down onto the mattress as he spoke.
Coach’s bed was soft, warm—not as warm as Coach, though. His body was like a flame. Those amazing lips landed on Justin’s again, this kiss long and slow but no less intense. Coach’s hands were on Justin’s head, on his ass, drawing him close so they were touching everywhere.
Justin had always liked Coach’s hands, but they’d never touched him like this before. It was kind of stunning. It was dizzying. Crazy-making. Perfect.
One hand slipped between them, Coach going for his nipples, touching lightly and then harder. The sting made Justin gasp, made him grab Coach’s hand. Coach chuckled and did it again.
“Stings.” Justin groaned the word against Coach’s lips.
“Makes your cock twitch.” Coach twisted his nipple this time.
“S-so?” He arched, rubbed.
“So you like it. And I’m going to keep doing it.” Coach proved that by twisting the other one.
“No way.” He grunted, tried to push Coach over.
Coach pushed him over, rolled on top of him and straddled him, held both his arms together on his belly in one hand. “Are you always this pushy in bed?” Coach asked.
“I don’t usually fuck in a bed.” Justin was more the quick-hand-job-in-the-showers guy.
“You will now. Bed’s the best place for it. Though there’s something to be said for testing out the rest of the furniture in the house.”
God, Coach was strong. “I….”
Coach leaned in and kissed him again, long and slow and almost devastating. By the time Coach’s lips left his, he was spinning. Dazed. Needy.
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