“Better than anything.” He let himself lean, let himself feel.
“Yeah. Yeah, I thought I might just die happy.” Bax laughed, the sound rueful as all Hell. “That was kind of a shitty thing to say, huh?”
“Nah. I mean, I wonder if it wouldn’t’ve been better for everybody, if I had…” If he’d just never woke up.
Fingers digging into his shoulder, Bax made a rough noise. “No. No, it wouldn’t. I need you, Mini. I’m selfish enough to say it.”
“I just…” He bit his bottom lip hard. “What if you get tired of all this? I wouldn’t blame you, not a bit.” Bax deserved better than half-broke.
Shuffling, shifting, Bax bent, lips on his all of a sudden. “Not gonna happen. Shit, if I didn’t when you were a cocky shithead, I sure won’t now.”
“I’m still a shithead.” He took another kiss, then another.
“You are,” Bax murmured into his mouth. “You about done?”
“With the bath, yeah.” The rest? He wasn’t near done with that.
“Uh-huh. I’m slipping here, Jase.” Huffing a little,Bax let go of him and stood. Those hands were right back, though, tugging at him, helping him rinse.
He dried himself off and got Bax moving down the hall before those hands made it impossible to move, to walk right.
It wasn’t easy as it was. Bax leaned on him, using him as a crutch, and that meant those clever hands were all over him. All. Over.
“Bax. Bax, you’re gonna make me all…”
Yeah.
Hard.
“Uh-huh. I hear that. You think it’s easy with the cast and shit? Whoa, Mini. Turn.” Bax teetered, but they made it through the bedroom door.
Jason actually laughed, tickled by them, by the way they were almost running a three-legged race.
“Shit, Mini, don’t make me laugh. I might fall.” But Bax was chuckling, the sound merry and relaxed, easing him deep down.
“No falling for you, man. Get your ass up on the bed.” Fine bastard.
“Help me get out of these damned cut-offs, will you? That was one reason I couldn’t sleep.” Yeah, Bax had come out of his own bath bitching that he needed more clothes. Some sweats or something.
“Well, if you weren’t so tall…” He found Bax’s fly, worked the zipper down without catching that pretty cock.
“I ain’t that tall. You’re just unnaturally tiny.” They both tugged and Bax wiggled and it turned into some kind of torturous dance, all heat and grunt.
“I ain’t tiny, butthead.” He leaned down, yanking harder and damn near going ass over teakettle, cheek landing right against that heavy shaft.
Oh.
Bax sucked in, that sweet cock sliding and twitching against his face. “Christ, Jason. I. Damn.”
“Uh-huh.” He took a deep breath, sliding up along, feeling. Smelling. Fuck.
Pushing up, Bax rubbed up on him, panting. “Feels like nothing else, ever.”
He moaned, headed south, lips finding the base where cock met balls. Oh. Soft. Fuzzy. Shifting, restless, Bax moved against him, hand on his head, fingers in his hair. The scent of the man made him crazy.
His towel fell away and he let his mouth open, tongue sliding over that hot skin. Oh. Oh, sweet Jesus. He could…Yeah. Bax.
“Fuck, Jase. I can’t. You’re gonna make me crazy. Your fucking mouth…” Poor Bax was just babbling.
