Jessy and Mike

Jessy sat in his beach chair, legs stretched out in front of him, sunglassed eyes half-closed as he watched Mike swim in the ocean.

God, his baby was beautiful. Mike moved like a dream, like a dolphin, body disappearing and reappearing in the waves.

He couldn't think of a better way to spend their Christmas break than just the two of them and the ocean, sand and sky.

He kept watching, letting Mike swim to his heart's content. There weren't any clocks, there were no rules, no training, just Mike and the water.

He saw the dark head pop up. saw Mike wave. Chuckling, he waved back. He loved that even immersed in the water and the swimming, Mike remembered he was there, making sure his baby stayed safe. He got a quick grin, then Mike was at it again.

He watched for a few more minutes and then hauled himself out of his chair and headed down to the water. He saw his baby, moving, breathing hard. He moved faster, feet hitting the water, making him gasp.

"Coach?" Mike's head popped up.

"Water's colder than I expected." He laughed. "You're a nut, being out here so long."

"Love it." Mike was panting, flushed, shaking.

"I know you do." He plowed on in, ignoring the cold.

Mike came to him, arms open. He went easily, wrapping his own arms around Mike, holding them together as the waves buffeted them.

"You're going to get cold."

He was? Christ, Mike didn't have any heat left. "So let's go back in and get warm."

"Yeah. C'mon." Mike nodded, headed them toward the shore.

He waded back as Mike swam for as long as he could, and then he hauled his baby up, chuckling as Mike shook like a dog, the water going flying. The tanned skin goosepimpled up, nipples hard. Jessy felt his body tighten -- he did love Mike's sweet body.

They hurried in, ducking the wind coming off the water. Jessy grabbed one of the towels hanging in the hooks by the door and wrapped it around Mike.

"Th...thanks." Shivering baby.

He pulled Mike into his arms, rubbing the terry cloth over his skin.

"Coach."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Warm."

"Come to bed, baby, I'll make you even warmer."

"Promise?"

He chuckled. "I promise."

"Good." Mike grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bed.

He landed on his boy and rolled them, holding on. "Hey, Merry Christmas, baby."

"Merry Christmas, Jessy." The smile he got was worth more than any medals.

Jessy and Mike are from Personal Best, 1, 2 and 3.