It didn’t take but a minute, the adrenaline from the ride and the fight, the knowledge that Bax would be coming back soon, his favorite fantasy—they all just worked together to shove him headlong over the edge.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Oh, Goddamn.
He caught his breath, going to wash his hand off in the sink so he didn’t get spunk on his clothes.
Shower.
Beer.
Movie.
Then him and Bax could stop snarling for a while.
Maybe.
Chapter Five
Bax waited until he heard the shower start before he unzipped his damned jeans and let everything breathe. All that touching and wrestling and… Shit, Jason was a fucking wet dream.
He closed his hand right around his cock, working it out of his briefs. He moaned, low and deep, leaning against the stupid little vanity thing right by the door. His back bowed, his legs went tight, and Bax went to town, stroking off hard.
When was the last time? Man, traveling with Jason made it hard to give in to the jerk off sessions he might indulge in with someone else in the room, because what roomie wanted you calling his name at two a.m.?
Shivers traveled up and down his spine, goosebumps rising even as he started to sweat. Bax pulled harder, listening to the water run and imagining Jason in there with soap and a washcloth, touching all the places Bax wanted to touch and lick and suck…
He came hard, panting, his bad knee just buckling right up on him, sending him to the floor in a heap.
Shit.
The water clicked off in the bathroom, and Bax struggled to his feet, washing his hands at the little vanity sink and cleaning up the rest, hoping it wasn’t gonna smell like a cat in heat in the room. Then he grabbed the remote and a couple of beers out of the cooler, trying to look as if he’d been relaxing or some shit.
Jason walked out, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. A pair of soft shorts were tugged out, along with a T-shirt that he had to have seen ten thousand times. “There a bottle for me?”
“You know it, man.” Oh, he could go to the bathroom and clean up with the excuse that he was gonna change. “Right there. Need to use the head.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him and sighed, leaning on the sink. Thank God he was all empty, or he’d be up again in a heartbeat. He heard the TV come on, heard Jason’s cell phone ring. There was Momma, looking to see how they’d done.
Lord. His sweats felt scratchy, his skin too damned hot. Sighing, Bax shook it off and headed back out, knowing Momma would want to talk to him, too.
“Here he is, Momma.” Jason winked at him, tossed him the cell. “You want a burger or that shrimp and pasta deal?”
“A burger, I think. Hey, Momma. How’s it going?” He’d had spaghetti at Jason’s momma’s. That shrimp pasta wasn’t gonna live up to that.
“Hey, Andy. You were looking tired today. Real tired. You feeling okay?”
“I’m just hurtin’ a little, Momma.” That beer could be colder. “How’s the fence holdin’ up?”
“Fine. Just fine. Y’all had supper yet?” She worried about them—it was cute.
“We’re fixing to order now. We snuck out a little early, you know? Got to stay the whole show tomorrow.” Scratching hisbelly and listening to it rumble, Bax wished to hell he had her cornbread to munch on.
“Well, I hope so. You both make the short go tomorrow, now. I like to see my boys’ names up there.”
Yeah. Yeah, she did. “We’ll see. Jason will be there for sure.” That man was on a roll that wouldn’t quit.
