Golden by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2013-02-18T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Justin woke up to the scent of coffee, and he got up, and started moving, stumbling into the shower, totally on autopilot.

He was standing under the hot spray when the shower curtain was pushed to the side. "How about some company?"

"Coach." He blinked, grinning. It didn't seem real sometimes.

"That's me." Coach grinned and stepped up behind him.

Justin leaned back, snuggled right in. "Morning."

"Morning, babe." Coach's kiss landed on his shoulder, noisy and slightly open-mouthed.

Justin chuckled, stretching under the water. Coach's fingers slid over him, tracing the muscles of his chest, his belly. That touch made his abs jerk, roll.

"Mmm. God, you're sexy," Coach murmured against his skin.

"Too early to be sexy."

Coach chuckled. "Never too early for that. In fact, bed-rumpled Justin is one of my favorite variations."

The words made him smile, let him lean harder. Coach hummed for him, fingers continuing to travel over his body. The water was warm, Coach's fingers were warmer. They slid toward his prick and then away, moving around to cup his ass cheeks. Thank god Chris had taken the plug out last night. His hole felt sensitive, a little swollen -- not like his nipples, God, but good.

Coach pressed a thumb against it and rubbed, but didn't try to push in. His body clenched, rippled, and he moaned.

"Sweet, sensitive hole." Coach bit at his shoulder, teeth scraping on his skin.

"Uh-huh..." Justin groaned, skin just too small.

"You taste like mine," muttered Coach, mouth wrapping around his skin and sucking where those teeth had scraped.

What did that mean? He spread, his hips rocking back.

"Mmm. Needy." Coach's fingers slid over his belly again but instead of moving down to grab his cock, they slid up toward his nipples. He shook his head, going up on tiptoe. "You can't hide them from me. It's a rule." Coach rubbed his nipples, almost gently, lulling him before pinching them hard.

"Coach!" He pulled away, slip-sliding a second.

Catching him, Coach pulled him back against the solid body. "Careful, J."

"I. I'm going for a run."

He wanted some time alone.

"Are you trying to hide from me?"

"Yes." He didn't like that. Having Chris make him think the touch was sweet and then hurting.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't like that. If you're going to love on me, don't make the peace disappear on me."

"I was loving on you." Chris sounded confused.

"I know, and you made me relax and then you pinched me. That's mean."

"I didn't do it to be mean."

He searched Chris' eyes. "It felt mean."

"It wasn't mean, babe. I wanted to make you spark."

"I don't spark in the morning. You know that." He was... slow to wake, at best.

"That wasn't true yesterday, or the day before." Well, yeah, Coach had woken him with orgasms.

"But you were..." God, sometimes he was just stupid. "Whatever." He wasn't going to worry about it.

"I'll make a new rule. No pinching in the mornings. But, we still make them swollen in the mornings."

He looked at Chris. "Okay. Okay." Something tight and unhappy inside him eased and he pushed into Chris' arms.

Chris turned his face up and kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth.

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