Radio Boys (5 page)

“Hope you enjoy long-term relationships.” Paul ran his fingers along Thor’s ribs, tickling.

“Can’t say as I’ve ever had anything I’d call long-term aside from family.” Thor shook his head. “Oh, man, that makes me sound fickle.”

“How about we start with breakfast and go from there, ‘o fickle one?” He tilted his head for a kiss. “I’ll buy your coffee, you buy my tea.”

“As long as we go Dutch on the pancakes.” Thor’s mouth closed over his, lips wide and warm and soft. He smiled into the kiss, curling close. He could handle that. In fact, right this minute, Paul thought there wasn’t much he couldn’t handle.

Amazing what waking up with the right man could do for your day.

Chapter Four

The taxi let Paul off in front of the Swimming Center and it didn’t take him long to find his way up the steep stairs and into a building that smelled of chlorine. He’d finished his voice-overs early and had left a message that he’d just meet Thor here.

It was about time that he started meeting Thor halfway.

The last few weeks had been fabulous -- they had gone dancing, gone to dinner, showered and slept and played and touched and tasted and... yeah. Fabulous. This weekend was the first after the test results had come back clear, the first where he’d come to Thor.

“Can I help you?”

He smiled, nodding at the soft, nervous voice. “Coach Sorenson’s office, please?”

“It’s just a couple doors down, but he isn’t in. He’s on deck. You want me to take you to him?”

“Yes, please, if it’s not a problem.” Deck? Undoubtedly the pool, which meant water, but also meant nearly naked Thor, which made up for the worry.

He could hear the girl get up off her chair. “You uh... want me to help you?”

“I’ll hold your elbow and you lead, if you don’t mind. I promise not to bite.” He chuckled along with the girl and then his hand was placed on a soft upper arm and they began to walk.

“He’s usually done by now, but it’s early in the semester and he’s laying down the law with the swim team. Extra laps and stuff so they think he’s tough. ‘Cause he doesn’t look tough, you know? Oh... well I guess you wouldn’t, but he doesn’t, he’s a head shorter than pretty much all the team and he’s pretty young for a coach. Rumor has it he got the job because his dad was a lifetime professor here, but if you’ve seen him swim, you’d know that was just hooey, ‘cause he’s really, really good.” She paused to take a breath.

“Are you a swimmer, too?” Sounded like maybe he wasn’t the only one admiring a certain swim coach.

Their footsteps echoed as they neared the water, disorienting him slightly, making him tense and uncomfortable.

He felt her nod. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. Yes. I’m a lifeguard actually. They pull us from the locals -- don’t want the paying college kids wasting their time life guarding.” He could hear the disdain in her voice.

“Hey Thor, your friend is here.”

“Paul!” Thor sounded pleased to see him. “Okay, everyone, five more laps and then you can hit the showers -- I expect everyone back here at ten a.m. tomorrow. And I know it’s the weekend -- one complaint and it’s eight a.m. instead of ten.”

Paul grinned and leaned close to his guide. “I see what you mean about tough. Can you help me find a chair away from the edge?”

Before she could answer, Thor was there, slipping his free hand around a damp bicep. “That’s okay, Laurie, I’ve got him.”

“Hey, Coach. I got finished early and figured I’d save you the trip.” Paul smiled, stepping closer to Thor. “Is there somewhere I can sit out of the way?”

“I’m done -- the kids’ll swim their laps and go home thinking I’m Satan’s cousin.” He could hear the grin in Thor’s voice. “Now that I’ve got you here, how about a dip? The water’s really nice and as soon as the boys finish up, we’ll have the pool to ourselves.”

“A... a dip?” Paul blinked, shaking his head. “I don’t have trunks on me.” No way in hell.

“I have extra pairs. I’m the swim-team coach, remember? I’m sure we’ve got something in your size.” Thor started walking, towing him along. “We’ll get you something to wear and then you can get your feet wet.”

“I don’t swim, Thor. I don’t like the water.” He pitched his voice low, forcing himself not to tremble.

“I don’t like the water says the man who can spend an hour in the shower.” Thor chuckled and pet his hand. “I’ll be with you, Paul. I won’t let you go, won’t fool around or anything, just you and me and a bit of floating. It’ll be fun.”

“Fun? You sure?” He held on, the echoes and splashes and noises confusing him.

“Yeah.” Thor pulled him into a room, the noise fading. He was turned, pulled into Thor’s body. “By the time we get back out there, the place will be empty. Nothing but you and me and the soft caress of warm water.”

He pushed up close, letting Thor orient him, settle him. “Okay. The noise isn’t right in there, you know? It echoes.”

One of Thor’s arms slid around his back, hand grabbing his ass, the other cupped his chin, tilted it. “Yeah, I guess it does. I’ll be just as close as we are now the whole time, though, and the minute you’re wanting out you say so and we get out. I just... I’d really like to share this with you -- it’s a big part of my world.”

Before he could answer, Thor’s mouth had closed over his.

Paul groaned, pushing down against the wet lips, tasting the chlorine and salt of the pool. He reached out, hands wrapping around his lover’s head, holding on tight. His cock started to fill, balls growing heavy in his jeans. “Never going to get into shorts at this rate.”

“I think I can do something about that,” murmured Thor. His lover slid down, fingers working open his pants as a hot mouth closed over his cock through the material and blew hot air against his cock.

“Thor!” He arched, aching as his fingers moved over his lover’s cheeks and nose and forehead. “Good. So good.”

“Can’t have my lover parading around town needing. People would think I was lousy at this, and I’m not lousy at this.” On the last word, Thor’s mouth circled his cock, sucking him in.

Paul fought to swallow his cry, hips rocking into that heat, that perfect, loving mouth. “Oh, Thor. Thor, God! So good. Love your mouth. Makes me fly.”

Thor hummed around his cock, head going up and down on his flesh. He came with a groan, electricity sparking along his spine, shooting into Thor’s mouth. Thor licked him clean, tongue soft and warm. Then he was tucked back into his pants, Thor sliding back up his body.

“Oh, God... That was... So sweet, Thor.” His fingers traced Thor’s full, parted lips. “So sweet.”

Thor nipped at his fingers. “More salty than sweet, I’d say.”

Paul chuckled, leaning down for a kiss. “Let me see.” They shared a long embrace, tasting each other with a lazy hunger. “Yes. Definitely salty.”

“So what do you think? Relaxed and ready to try my pool now?”

“I’ll try.” He held Thor’s hand, trying not to tense up. “You’ll stay with me, right?”

Thor’s free hand slid over his stomach, stroking. “The entire time, I promise.”

“Okay. For you.” He leaned toward Thor, into the caress. He could trust this man -- they were friends, lovers. Thor wouldn’t leave him alone in the water.

“Awesome.” He could hear Thor’s smile. “It’s going to be great, I promise!” Thor held his hand, and pulled him over a few steps. “Let’s see what I’ve got in my magic box. Here we are! These’ll be perfect. A nice pair of trunks -- never been used. I know this because I bought them for myself only they wouldn’t fit over my ass.”

“Are you saying I have a skinny ass, Coach?” He grinned, starting to unbutton his shirt. “Do I need to get naked?”

“Well now that depends on what exactly you’ve got in mind,” Thor drawled. Then he chuckled. “Yeah, you need to get naked to get the shorts on, funny guy. And there’s nothing wrong with your ass and you know it. In fact one of these days you’re going to let me fuck that fine ass.”

Paul’s fingers stuttered and he groaned, nodded. His prick jerked, trying to fill again. Oh yeah, yeah he was. “You don’t stop it and I still won’t fit into the shorts, Coach.”

Thor chuckled and squeezed his hand. “Okay, Okay, I’ll be good.”

It didn’t take him long to strip, carefully folding his clothes as he removed them, holding them in one hand. “Is this your office? Is there a chair? A desk?”

Thor took his clothes from his hand and passed him the swimming trunks with a grunt. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Paul. You got me all distracted with that bad boy in your pants. Yeah, it’s my office. Two lockers, a desk that’s messy as hell and a chair on either side of it. Two doors -- one to the locker room, which is locked and the one to the pool that we came through. There’s college and swimming posters all over the walls.”

“No windows, right? We’re not on an outside wall?” He held Thor’s hand for a second before putting on the trunks, taking a second to figure out the mesh and cloth.

Thor chuckled again. “No windows, babe -- I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Thor steadied him. He got the trunks settled around his waist and straightened up. “Are they on right? Do I look stupid? Should I leave my glasses here?”

Oh, yeah. He was squeaking. He wasn’t nervous at all.

Thor’s hands were on him, stroking gently, removing the glasses. “Just relax. You want me to give you another blowjob? And remember when you answer that we’re going for relaxed here, not comatose.”

He chuckled, shrugged, feeling truly naked without his glasses. “I’m sorry, Thor. I’m just a little nervous. I trust you. Where did you want to go this evening?”

Thor’s hands kept moving over him, not arousing, just touching. “Hey, I’m sorry, Paul. Look, you really don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I just think once you get to it, you’ll actually like it.”

“I want to try. I do.” Paul grinned, took Thor’s hand. “Hell, you might be right. I might manage okay. Let’s go now before I lose my nerve, okay?”

His head was tugged down for a quick kiss. “All right, let’s go.”

Thor held his hand, bringing him along.

The room was quiet when they stopped, only the whirr of a motor and the splash of water against concrete and tile sounding. Thor helped him sit, his feet sliding into the water. “I’m just going to slide in.”

There was a splash and then Thor was between his legs, hands on his hips. Paul ran his hands over Thor’s head, tried to smile. “Hey, there.”

A soft kiss was pressed to his upper belly. “Hey, Paul, you’re doing great. I’m just going to get you wet now, okay, let you feel the water so it’s not a shock when you come in.”

“Okay. Wet I can do.” This time the grin was real. “Hour-long showers, remember?”

“Oh, was that you?” Thor teased, splashing his legs and chest with water.

Paul shifted, chuckled. The water was warm, not bad at all. “I think so, yeah.”

That earned him another kiss, Thor’s lips so much warmer than the water. Then Thor took his hands and tugged gently. “In you come, then.”

“Oh, right.” He held on, shaking deep inside and scooted forward. “I trust you.” Then he lowered himself into the water.

Thor’s arms slid around him, holding him close. “There we go. Not so bad, is it?”

“N...no. No... I don’t guess. Don’t let go, Thor.” He stayed as still as he could, listening for the beat of Thor’s heart.

“I won’t,” said Thor. “Here, let’s try something.” Thor turned him within the circle of the muscled arms and pressed his back along Thor’s chest. “Solid as a rock back here, Paul.”

Paul nodded, focusing on the increasingly familiar feeling of resting against Thor’s body, Thor’s strength. His body began to relax, his trust stronger than his fear. “You feel good, Thor.”

Thor chuckled. “You keep saying stuff like that, Doc, and you’ll be feeling me, all right.”

“Thought you liked hearing me say stuff like that, Coach.” He leaned his head back against Thor’s shoulder, shudders easing.

“I’m not complaining, I’m just warning you that you’re about to have a hot poker against your backside.”

“Just so long as you don’t let go of me. This is so... disorienting.” He squeezed Thor’s arm. “You’re the only thing I know here.”

Thor began to talk to him. Telling him softly about the pool, where everything was, what it looked like, how the color of the water seemed to change slightly from shallow to deep end.

Almost without him noticing, Thor changed their position and he was floating in the water Thor solid beneath his back.

“We okay, Coach? Your head’s not under the water?” He traced Thor’s fingers with his own, listening to his lover talk and breathe.

“We’re great, Doc. Just perfect. I’ve wanted to do this with you since we first met. Come here and just float together, the water lapping at us, you on my chest...”

“You make it sound so special.” He loved being so close, being held. Thor made it easy to forget the water, forget his fear.

“Are you kidding? You and the water? I can’t think of anything better.” Thor chuckled. “Well, maybe a thing or two.” And if the sudden poking against his backside was anything to go by, Paul was pretty sure he could guess what those things were.