“Uh-huh. We need to buy some condoms.” Maybe that was off subject, but he kept thinking about Jason and riding and inside. God.
“Okay. And slickery stuff.” Jason nodded, strapping on his watch, fingers trailing over the little boxes of buckles in his top drawer.
“Yeah.” Pulled over by that sad look, Bax put his arms around Jason again, kissing the back of his neck.
“Hey.” Jason didn’t whine, but those lips were so tight, Jason’s entire body just vibrating.
“Hey. Who’s got your back?”
“You do, just like always. Just like I got yours.”
“You know it. I’m with you. We’ll do it.” Jason needed to hear it. Bax needed to say it.
“Okay, Bax. We will.” That stubborn jaw set and Jason nodded, just like they were fixin‘ to ride.
He took a kiss because he couldn’t not, spinning Jason the rest of the way to face him so he could mash his lips right down. Jesus. He needed to remember this—remember that his kisses were hot enough to melt Jase down and stop the damn fool from thinking. Not that he could think much himself, given that he was rubbing on the finest man in creation. They kissed hard, both of them pressing in, small sounds stifled between their lips.
Jason’s hand landed on his back, palm flat, pushingthem together. Bax moaned, his hips pushing forward, his cock trying to work its way free on its own. It couldn’t, damn it, but it sure tried.
“Lock the door, Bax. We’ll be quick, huh? Real quick.”
“Uh. Shit, yes.” He made sure Jase was steady on his feet before hightailing it to the door to lock it, unzipping his jeans on the way back. “Oh, damn, that feels good.”
“Smells good. Bring it over here where it belongs, cowboy.”
Bax went right over, shoving out of his shirt, struggling with his damned jeans over the cast, then reaching for Jason’s clothes. He needed skin and air and nothing else between them.
Once Jase figured him out, the clothes went flying, Jason’s hot little body smacking right into his arms. Skinny, hairy little man. Bax moaned, tilting Jason’s head back to take a kiss, their dicks meeting and rubbing.
“Bax.” Jason’s hand was hard as a stone, landing on his neck and dragging him closer.
“More. We gotta—” His breath huffed out a moment, leaving him with an unattractive gurgle. “We gotta hurry.”
“Uh-huh. Come on.” He got another kiss, Jason’s free hand wrapping around their cocks and rubbing but good.
His whole body arched, his head falling back a little, breaking the kiss. “Jesus, Mini. Gonna kill me.”
“Uh-uh. Just gonna love on you.”
“I know. Same here.” His hands tingled, and he got one moving, pushing it between them to press around Jason’s hand. Gave them a whole load of friction.
“Uhn.” Jason went up on tiptoe, hips sawing back and forth, pushing and pushing, always driving.
It was like watching Jase ride a bull. Pure sex. God. He squeezed, Jason squeezed. Yeah.
“Gonna let you in me, Bax. Want that.”
Oh, fuck yes. Whimpering, Bax moved faster, his hips sliding as if they didn’t have arthritis, as if he was eighteen, as if he wasn’t teetering on his bad leg. “Inside. Jason. Christ.”
“Yeah. Yeah, Bax.” Jason’s lips traced his collarbone, teeth scraping, just a little.
He shivered hard, his balls drawing up. “Fuck, Mini. Do that again.”
“Huh? This?” He got another little bite, his skin buzzing.
“Yes. Oh, God.” He worked his hand faster and faster, his whole body shaking. Bax went up on tiptoe, trying to hold on long enough for Jase to be with him.
“Fuck.” Jase bit, just a little harder, hips snapping, heat pouring over his fingers. Yes. Hell, yes.
