“Come and sit, Jason.”
Yeah. Okay, yeah. Bax couldn’t come to him.
Jason nodded, headed over to sit on the bed, head down. “I’m real sorry, cowboy.”
“For what? You didn’t do a Goddamned thing wrong. Shit, Mini, you had that ride in the bag.” Bax touched him again, barely there at first, then stronger, those lean fingers tracing patterns on his leg. He could see those hands in his head, scarred and brown and so damned pretty.
“Yeah.” Still, he was sorry about all the shit he was fixin’to miss. He should’ve died in the arena, just right then on that bull.
“Come here.” Oh, it felt good when Bax pulled him down, settling him on the opposite side of that bad leg. The man didn’t say nothin’ else, just held onto him. He leaned good and hard, fingers squeezing the comforter tight.
“Don’t give up on me yet,” Bax whispered, pushing in close, hands gripping him, not the covers.
“It ain’t you that’s ruint, Andy.” He reached out, needing to feel something good, so badly.
They got all wrapped up together, Bax’s bad leg the only thing not curled against him. That cast kinda made it awkward, but Bax didn’t seem to care. “You’re not out of my game, Mini.”
“I ain’t no good to you like this. I cain’t even pull your rope.”
“Shh. Stop. Just…” Rocking against him a little, Bax held on, all but crawling right into him.
Damn. Just damn.
He groaned, pushing closer, cock doing its damnedest to fill up. “Bax…”
Rough fingers brushed over his cheek, catching on the stubble there, before tracing his mouth. “I got you.”
“I…” His heart stopped as he slid tongue his out to taste those calluses.
Oh. Oh, sweet Christ. Please.
There was a moment of complete silence, as if the whole fucking world was holding its breath. Then Bax shifted, pulled, and Jason pressed his mouth against the softest, hottest lips he’d ever tasted. His hands cupped Bax’s face, and both of them were just breathing together, lips together, moving so slow. Hand sliding around to flatten against the back of his neck, Bax gave it up for him, opening right up to let him taste. Jesus, he’d been dreaming about this too damned long.
Oh. Oh, yeah. He dipped his tongue in, taking what Bax was offering, just in case. It was the hottest thing he’d ever done, ever.
Panting, Bax pressed against him, pushing a little. Oh, nothing fast or fierce. But those sounds had to be happy ones. Jason took his chance, one hand moving south, sliding down that belly. Hard. Those fine muscles were so hard.
“Oh…” The sound came on a single breath, Bax shuddering for him, pushing up into his touch. “Jase…”
“Tell me it’s okay.” He rested his forehead against Bax’s, needing to touch so bad.
“God, yes. It’s fucking okay.” Bax reached with him, pushing his hand down, right there. “Christ.”
“Bax.” Oh. Oh, shit. Hard. Hot. He slid his thumb all the way along the shaft, his fingers curling to feel Bax’s balls.
“Jase.” The back of Bax’s hand rubbed right up against his own zipper, pressing it back against his cock, giving him some maddening friction.
It was a little messy, but he found Bax’s lips again, this kiss less tender, more sharp and toothy.
Bax started humping against his hand as best as Andy could with one leg in a cast, and damned if that grumpy bastard didn’t cuss him when he didn’t move fast enough to get more of the touching going.
“Bossy fucker.” He worked at Bax’s fly, hunting skin. “Always pushing me.”
“Always need pushing.”
When the sweet dick finally popped out into his hand it was like Christmas. Oh, he’d seen it, but this… This was all heat and damp and fucking beautiful to his fingers.
“Bax. Bax…” Jason could feel Bax’s pulse, right in his hand. His thumb slid over the ridge at the tip, the skin there slick, a wee bit bumpy.
