own cock grew hard against Tim’s belly, which Tim must have felt in return.
“Should we?” Isaac asked.
“God, I want to.”
Isaac’s body was here for it. His hips practically drove themselves forward as he pressed into Tim. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“I’ve wondered a little how bottoming would affect my diving.”
That pulled Isaac out of the trance. “Oh shit, I didn’t think of that. I don’t want to hurt you in any way.”
Tim smiled. “Tell you what. If I win an individual medal, I’m all yours. For now, though, I don’t see how an orgasm can hurt anything.”
Tim took the lead, pressing Isaac onto his back and straddling his thighs. Tim shimmied out of his pants, which seemed to take some effort but revealed a gorgeous, hard cock, bigger than Isaac had expected. Isaac reached for it, but Tim slapped his hand away. Instead, Tim peeled Isaac’s pants down and pushed them to Isaac’s knees, trapping his legs there. Then Tim shimmied forward, lined up their cocks, and took them both in his hand.
Isaac moaned.
The friction was delicious, but more than that, watching Tim writhe above him was something he’d take and hold on to for later. Tim’s face was something else. His mouth fell agape as he stroked their cocks together, his brow furrowed as if he was working out a complicated math problem, and he thrust his hips forward in a way that put pressure on Isaac’s balls in the most delightful way. Isaac reached up and tweaked Tim’s nipples, which pulled a moan from Tim’s mouth.
“This is gonna be fast,” Tim said. “I’ve been wanting you all week.”
Isaac thrust his hips up, his cock lining up better with Tim’s, wrapped in Tim’s warm fist. He already felt the telltale tingle. He wanted to point out that he hadn’t had sex since before rehab, but he couldn’t make his mouth form words. Instead he nodded, thrust against Tim, and got his own hand in the mix.
Tim hissed.
Isaac pulled him down, trapping their hands and cocks between them, and he kissed Tim hard. He was careful not to bite Tim’s lip, though he wanted to—there were too many TV cameras around, too many concerned coaches. Tim had to be near-naked on TV in a few days for the individual qualifying dives, so Isaac couldn’t leave marks. But he could hold Tim in his arms. And they could come together, have a messy orgasm together.
“Oh, sh—” Tim said before moan-sighing. His whole body vibrated, and then Isaac felt him come hot between them.
The sudden slickness, their hot hands, the pressure…. Isaac’s orgasm felt like Tim had unleashed something in him. He threw his head back and arched off the bed, practically howling as he came. It was probably messy and loud, but he didn’t care. He pulled his hand away and threw both arms around Tim, hugging him close, panting as he came back down.
This man. Isaac had never been with anyone like him. So sweet and idealistic, but smart and sexy too, with his own baggage that he could somehow move past when it counted. Isaac connected with Tim in a way he had rarely connected with anyone, something his sobriety was probably a factor in. Maybe he’d been too drunk to really be intimate with anyone beyond a quick fuck. Maybe he hadn’t been ready.
Tim wriggled a little, getting his trapped hand free, and then he pressed a kiss to the space between Isaac’s pecs.
“Have we just doomed ourselves to failure and obscurity?” Tim asked, also panting.
“Probably. Oh well.” He pulled Tim up for a scorching kiss. If he was doomed, so be it.
Chapter 13
Day 4
TIM HAD slipped out of bed early Tuesday morning, but Isaac decided to linger, enjoying Tim’s scent on his sheets. When he got to the Aquatics Center a few hours later, Luke was waiting for him. “How are you, old man?”
“I’m doing okay.” Isaac actually felt pretty loose. Relieving some of the sexual tension with Tim likely helped with that.
“We’re in the same heat for the 400 free.”
“Oh. Great. Gee.”
“They say the heats are randomly assigned, but I wonder sometimes if there isn’t someone with a masochistic streak pulling the strings.”
“Who else is in the heat?”
“Hsu. That Italian guy, Perinelli. Coreirra. Then a bunch of guys I don’t know.”
“Stacked heat.”
“It’s suspicious.”
Isaac shrugged. “Happens.”
“You don’t seem concerned.”
“I don’t have to win my heat. I just have to swim the sixteenth-fastest time. Besides, if I can’t beat those guys, I don’t belong in the