“Huh? Oh. Sure.” The cast clunked against something when Bax shifted, and Andy moaned, the sound low and rough.
He sat up, reaching out. “Bax?” No hurting his Bax, now.
“I’m okay. I just… Goddamn, Jason. You look… Fuck.”
Well, now. That maybe wasn’t pain.
“Huh? I… Oh.” He blushed, hand dropping down to his cock, which didn’t help, because his dick just wentsproing.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Bax was struggling to get up now, the toilet clunking, something banging against the sink cabinet.
“Wait. Wait, what’s going on?” Why was Bax sorry? What was the deal? Jesus fuck.
“I shouldn’t be sitting here staring at you when you can’t see me, Jase. I… It ain’t right. You don’t need me droolin’ on you when you’re just taking a bath.”
“If not you, then who would I need?”
“No one, I hope. I ain’t waited this long to share.” Yeah, now that was more like his Bax. All snarly and chest beating.
“Well, then, quit being weird and sit.” He didn’t mind, the idea of Bax watching.
Enjoying.
Wanting.
“Okay.”Clank.Man, it was amazing how much he could see in his head, just by listening.
“Dork.” He hunted the soap back down, found the washrag, working on getting himself lathered again.
“Well, this is new, Jase. I’m not sure what all to do sometimes.”
“Yeah, I hear that.” Everything was different now. Fucking everything.
“Not to mention that I can’t just get in there with you…” Bax ruffled his hair, the touch sweet, light.
“Now that is a shame. That’s something I’d like to do.”
“I’ll get the cast off eventually. For now you just scrub on up.” He could hear Bax settling, getting set, like the man was about to watch a movie or something.
It was a little weird, knowing that those eyes were on him, but he managed, washing his chest, his arms, soaping up the mass of curls above his cock.
“Oh. Damn. Jase.” Poor Bax sounded like he was about to strangle.
“Uh-huh?” He got his fingers around his balls, rubbing and tugging, rolling a little. Showing off, making himself feel good.
“You… I swear. You’re gonna kill me. Been wanting.”
He would swear he could see Bax out of the corner of his eye. Just for half a second, and just a blur. But right there. Oh. Oh, Jesus. Please. “You got me, so long as you want me, Bax.”
“Then you’ll be around a good long while. You’re just… Damn. Look at you.”
“That’s your job.” He wasn’t going to waste a bit of what little he had left.
“Right. Well, I got that down to a science after all these years. Touching I might not be so good at.” Poor Bax. The guy had a complex or something.
“I don’t know, Bax.” He shifted, remembering those hands on his skin. “If you’re not so good at it now, I’ll go crazy once you’re in practice. There ain’t nothing like your hands.”
One of those hands landed on his shoulder, squeezing, digging in to massage a little. “You think? It felt good, huh?”
