“You gotta have some water, man.” Jason moved the cold rag up to Bax’s chest, hot rag back on the knee. See him. See him not looking at Andy’s privates.
Not.
Not not not.
“You think? Fuck, I hate those pills.” They worked, though. Bax’s color was better, even if he was sweating like a lathered bronc.
“Yeah, I know. Let me get another rag cooled off. You can wipe down.” Wipe down. Cool off. Put some fucking shorts on before he embarrassed himself.
“‘Kay.” Sitting up, Bax glanced around, blinking. “We’re in a hotel.”
“Yep. Not a bad one, either. Have something to drink.” He opened the top of the Coke, started wiping Bax’s shoulders.
“Thanks.” That tanned throat worked as Bax swallowed, giving Jason more to gawk at. Thank God, really, because he didn’t need to be sneaking any more peeks at Bax’s dangly parts. Which were nice.
“Anytime.”
Nice and looking as if they needed someone to touch them.
Lick them.
Yeah.
Nice.
“You okay?” Bax’s eyes popped open, staring right into his, one hand coming up to steady him when he all but fell over.
“Uh-huh.” He was fixin’ to just…blow.
“Okay. Did you know that the bed is all spinny, Jase? Feels like I’m back on Lawnmower.”
Oh, that would be funny if Jason hadn’t been so horny. “Yeah, man. But you’re not hurting, huh?” He could just…back off. “Let me get a cold rag.”
“No! Mini, I swear. I’m going to fly right off the bed.” Andy’s hand tightened on his shoulder as if he was the one solid thing in Bax’s world.
“I ain’t gonna let you fall, buddy.” He eased Bax back, one knee resting beside that lean hip.
“Oh. Okay.” Hand sliding to rest on his leg, Bax laid back and let him do some pampering, smiling like a fool at him.
His cock beat against his zipper, hands running that damn rag over Bax’s chest.
Look at those little nipples…
“No sense in looking at me that way, Mini. Someone will just knock on the door. It’s like, the universe is against us.” Okay, now Bax was babbling.
“Yeah. Yeah, room service. With your fucking ice cream.” It actually made it easier—he didn’t want to take advantage of Bax when the bastard was stoned.
He wanted to take advantage when Bax knew which end was, uh, up.
“Sure would be nice, though. To not have to go jack off in the shower.” Patting him, Bax kinda wandered, switching off to talk about Momma and how she needed to marry Jack, who had been there for her for years.
Lord, lord. He chuckled, nodded, listening to that stupid son of a bitch go on. One of these days, man. They’d both be fucked up at the same time again and get a little something.
The ice cream and shit came, and that seemed to perk Baxup, getting some food in his stomach. Perked him up enough that Bax finally looked down at himself and blushed, grabbing some sweats.
Jason didn’t bother saying nothing. There wasn’t nothing to say.
Not yet.
