Bax sat there for a full five seconds with his teeth in his mouth. Then he whooped and spurred and he was off, too, Little Bit happy to be heading for the river and giving it some speed.
It did him a world of good, just to flat-out run, to lean down and let the bullshit go. Jason was feeling it, too, the constant fucking pressure, the need to keep on his game. It made shit like this more and more important.
Lord love him, they both loved what they did, but it was getting more and more commercial and…Jesus, fuck, look at that man ride. Just look.
“Come on, Bax. That water’s waiting on your scarred-up ass.”
“Yeah. It’s waiting for the water, too.” He nudged Bit a little closer before sliding down and ground tying her easy as you please. Bax groaned, his leg stiff as a board.
“Here. Let me loosen it up. There ain’t no onehere to point and say you’re getting old but me.” Then Jason knelt, hands on his leg, working his bum knee.
Staring down at that bent head, Bax thought about Heaven, and how it might be just like this. Of course, if he started entertaining fantasies about what should happen next, it could get some embarrassing. “Thanks, buddy.”
“I know it’s gotta be sore as a boil.”Fuck. Fuck, he could feel Jason’s breath on his thigh, on his knee.
“It’s pretty hot…” His voice sounded like sandpaper.Christ on a pogo stick.
“Yeah. I can feel it. You gotta rest it some.” The back of Jason’s neck was red, a nice deep, dark red.
Bax cleared his throat. “Not ‘til I get that swim in. Come on, man, or we’ll miss supper…”
“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Jason scooted back, stood up, and headed toward the bank, bending to tug off his boots.
That ass was enough to give a man palpitations. Hadn’t he seen thousands of female heads turn to watch it go by? Turning his back, Bax worked one boot off, but couldn’t get the other.
“Goddamn it, Jason. Can you help me with this?”
“Yup.” Jason chuckled, bent down again and grabbed his heel. “Pull, old man.”
He pulled, his knee creaking, all but going ass over teakettle. Jason’s shoulders felt right and tight under his hands when he caught himself and tried to balance.
“There you go.” Jason looked up, that mouth just right where he’d like it to be. He was fixin’ to die.
Right here. Right now.
God help him.
Time stopped short. He could smell the water, the bright green scent of the broken grass blades. He could hear the wind blowing, the birds, but all he could see was Jason Scott’s perfect mouth.
Blinking, Bax nodded. “Yup. There you go. Thanks.” All he could do was stand there and stare, one foot up like a stork or something.
“Uh-huh.” Jason didn’t move for a long second, just took a deep, deep breath as if Jase was filling his lungs with Bax-flavored air.
Finally Bax moved, putting his foot down carefully on the prickly ground and backing off. “You going in wearing your jeans?” he asked, going for teasing and almost making it.
“Nah, they’ll chafe riding home.” Jason stood, giving him a peek at something full and hard in those Wranglers. A quick thump and a grunt, and Jason started working them off.
Oh. Oh, Lord. Curse him for a coward, but he just didn’t have the gumption to reach for that. Bax wanted to. He sure as Hell did. But he didn’t want to ruin nothin’. Jason was his best friend. He gave his own crotch a good whack and got to getting naked.
Jason draped jeans and T-shirt over some brush and waded in, nothing but that beat-up hat on. Fuck him, that was fine. Even with the bruises and the so-pale-it-glowed ass, Jason was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Bax got bare and slid on down the bank, the water feeling slick and cool on his skin.
“That better on your knee, Bax?” Jason leaned back, moving lazily, just keeping his hat brim out of the water.
“Shit, yes. Taking the hurt right out.” It was almost like the hot tub at that one hotel that time… Well. They’d both been real drunk, then.
Real drunk. Real happy. Horny as fuck and needing.
It was still his favorite memory to jack off to.
