Touching Bax.
Kissing Bax.
Jason chuckled a little, rolling up in the mattress, rubbing his eyes.
Wait.
Wait, he hadn’t seen Bax.
Not even a little.
He saw in his dreams.
He just sat there in the bed, blinking over and over, heart pounding. God fucking hated him. Why would he get this now, when he couldn’t see? Couldn’t travel? Couldn’t have a life?
“Hey, you.” Bax’s voice came from right near the door. He knew the room well enough to know that. And damned if Bax didn’t sound tickled about something.
“Hey.” He smelled hamburger meat. “Momma making y’all supper?”
“Coke’s cooking. Momma went out with Jack. I figured she needed anight out.”
He could hear the thump-scrape of Bax moving closer before the bed dipped, Bax reaching over to touch his knee.
“How’s the leg?” His own leg moved, without him even thinking, pushing toward that touch.
“Aching. You know how that goes. Has to hurt to heal.” Before he even knew it, Bax was leaning on him, touching him all along one side, that hand sliding up…
“Uh-huh.” He turned toward that heat, spreading his legs more.Hey. Hey, Bax.
That hand flattened right over his crotch, resting there as if it was meant to, and Bax smiled against his cheek. “Good nap?”
“Yeah. Yeah, real good. You?” Shit, he was just vibrating with the sheer joy of touching, being touched, the whole damn thing.
“Uh-huh. Slept good for at least an hour. First time since our shit hit the fan.” Bax rubbed him a little, back and forth, almost as if it was meditative or something.
“Good.” He took a deep breath, shifting, sort of focused on that touch.
“Mmm. This okay, Jase?” Listen to that man. He could hear the roughness in Bax’s voice, hear the fucking rasp of those calluses against him.
“Yeah. Better than.”
Bax had the most beautiful hands.
“I was hoping it would be.” Those lips edged over to his, Bax kissing him long and slow. Just like in his dream that wasn’t a dream.
He couldn’t fucking believe this. None of it. Not since he’d woken up in the hospital and…
Oh.
He stroked Bax’s jaw, exploring, not willing to waste his time on the bad.
Bax licked at his lower lip, then pulled away a little. “We got to talk, Mini. But this is all right now. Yeah? Just for now?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Bax. I just. Let us have this.” He’d do the hard parts later.
“Oh, thank God.” Pressing him back, Bax pushed up against his side, that cast making a ridiculous noise against the edge of the bed. Poor Bax. The man was clumsy as Hell at the best of times.
He chuckled and pushed closer, hand on Bax’s ass. “You’re something, buddy. I swear.”
