He could handle crazy.
Jason didn’t hurry—he was real caught up in exploring. The big vein on Bax’s cock throbbed against his tongue, the ball sac shifted and wrinkled under his hands. Every motion of his mouth had Bax shifting and sliding on the sheets, the sound so crisp and real. That lean body felt good. Right. Hot as Hell.
He got his lips around the tip of Bax’s dick, started sucking, nice and easy, just drawing that salt and bitter flavor in. Bax started humping, short, sharp jerks of his hips pushing that flesh into his mouth. Jesus, someone was wanting so bad.
He’d not done this much and, when he had, it hadn’t been like this. Hadn’t been so goddamn fine. He could spend time, licking and sucking at Bax’s cock.
“Jason…” Bax was petting him now, hands moving on his shoulders, tracing his muscles and bones, the touches hard and needy. A man could get addicted to that, too.
“Mmmhmm.” He nodded, the tip of Bax’s dick bumping against the back of his throat.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” Lord, Bax kept shouting like that he was gonna have Momma in here, or worse, Coke. Liquid heat slid down his throat in tiny drops, Bax so wet for him. Those soft balls were drawn up tight, so he got hold of them, rubbing and rolling as he swallowed hard, toes just clenching.
“Uhn!” That was it. Bax came for him, hard and fast, cock swelling impossibly in his mouth. Andy shook with it, a long, low groan falling down on him. He took what he could, heart hammering in his ribcage. Goddamn. He wasn’t never going to have to wonder about that flavor. Not ever again.
“Jase… God.” Moaning, Bax stroked his cheeks, thumbs rubbing just along his jaw. “You. Damn.”
“Uh-huh.” He nuzzled into Bax’s belly, hand working his dick good and hard. So good, his Bax. His cowboy.
“I… Jase. C’mere. I want to help you out.” Tugging at him, Bax moved him up where his face could settle against the hard curve of one shoulder, where one of Bax’s hands could grope along his ass.
“Cowboy.” He wanted so bad it ached, his balls rubbing against Bax’s thigh.
“Yeah. Oh, God, yeah.” Bax finally got him in one hand, the other still holding his butt. The feeling was like nothing he could describe, his cock pushing through Bax’s lean fingers.
He gasped, eyes wide as he fought to see, fought to feel and breathe and…
Oh. Oh, fuck.
Bax gave him all the heat and pressure and friction a man could want, tugging at him, pulling up and down. And that other hand… Oh, God, it was just moving, touching him in places he’d never wanted anyone else to touch.
“Bax.” His head snapped back and he shot, hips jerking violently.
“Jason.” Bax whispered his name, sounding awed as all get out, those lips pressing to the side of his mouth.
“Yeah.” He turned his head, taking a real kiss.
Bax gave that up to him, too, holding him close and kissing him hard. Full-on, no stopping, just like Bax did everything.
It wasn’t all he wanted, but it was way more than he’d ever hoped for.
Chapter Nineteen
Bax woke up about as happy as a man with a broken leg could be.
Jason lay curled up along his side, the door was closed, and he had a lingering memory of Jason’s mouth on his skin. That was like a fucking miracle. Of course, the best part was that Jason had said yes. He’d try to ride. That made Bax so happy he could bust. They’d have to get Coke to call AJ and see what they could set up.
Right now, though, he’d just wake up a little, let his fingers do the walking that his leg couldn’t. All up and down Jason’s back. Jason moaned soft and low, the sound familiar, something he’d heard in the dark of the night a hundred times.
“Shh. I got you, buddy.” He wanted Jason to wake up, but he knew Mini needed his rest, too. Besides, these days, waking up was kind of a terror for Jason.
“Bax.” Jason scooted closer, lips brushing his jaw. “I can see you when I’m sleeping.”
“Yeah?” That was kinda sweet. “Like from before?”
“No. No, I don’t think so. Your cast—it’s blue?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” A chill ran down his spine. “How is that possible?”
