“Oh, man. I’m all about you being ready.” He got his hands on Bax, exploring, touching. Oh, man. He did like the touching.
“You are. Well, here.” Bax shoved one hand down below the waist, and someone was so ready.
“Oh.” He bit his bottom lip, touching but good. “I want you.”
“Good. It would suck if you didn’t.” Licking up his chin, Bax smiled against his mouth, reminding him how much he loved that smile, reminding him what it looked like.
His free hand went to Bax’s face, fingers tracing the tiny, short hairs at Bax’s hairline, the laugh lines beside those pale eyes.
“Having a look, huh?” Bax kissed his palm, cheek rough as a cob.
“Yeah. Yeah, I thought it was bullshit, but… Yeah.” He could see Bax in his head, clear as day.
“Cool. You’re looking less droopy, man.” Bax petted him, his chest, his belly, that hand finally wrapping around his hip.
“Feeling better. Feeling solid.” The hand he had aroundBax’s cock wanted to move, so he started stroking, fingers sliding up and down.
“Oh, that’s… Yeah.” Bax pushed against him, rocking away, and he could feel muscles moving against his arm and chest.
His other hand headed down Bax’s spine, hunting that fine, fine ass. He wanted a hold of that, wanted himself a handful.
Bax went still for a moment, then pushed back into his touch, moaning loud. “Jase.”
“Right here, Bax. I got you.” He did—he had that tight little backside, he had Bax’s cock. He had just what he wanted.
“Got me.” Bax nodded against his neck, kissing his collarbone. “I’m all yours, Mini.”
Yeah. Yeah, he knew. Images went right through his mind—from his mouth around Bax’s dick, to Bax inside him, to feeling Bax’s ass all around him. He was gonna explode. Jason kept touching, kept his hand moving while his own cock leaked and throbbed, rubbing against Bax’s leg.
“You needing too, huh?” Bax was a master at stating the obvious, but he got moving, got touching, grabbing Jason’s dick.
“I been needing you for a long damn time.” He went up on tiptoe, shivered a little.
“Tell me what you want, Mini.” Bax pulled at him, palm against the underside, rocking him. That voice… Christ, Bax sounded like he’d swallowed gravel.
“I want… I want everything, you know?” He did. He might need it.
Bax nuzzled in, head coming to rest on Jason’s shoulder as he nodded “I know what you mean. I surely do.”
“Good.” He leaned and rubbed and rocked and just went to town. “We got time to play.”
“We so do.” Bax was leaning harder, now, pushing back, relaxing with every touch.
“You…you want my mouth, Bax?”
“Hmm? This is good.” Lord, Bax was easy. He just liked it all. “What do you want, Mini? Want to go back to the bed?”
“We could do that.” There were things they could do in the bed that they couldn’t manage as easily in the bathroom. They got the water turned off, shook off the bulk of it.
“Come on, then. You take me.”
Oh. Asshole. Still, he could do it if it meant getting horizontal. He grabbed a hold of the base of Bax’s cock and headed toward the bedroom. There wasn’t anything in the way, if he stayed away from the walls.
“Jesus, Jase.” Bax followed close, cock jumping in his hand.
“Uh-huh. I got a decent memory.” He reached out with his hand, found the bedpost. “See?”
“You do. Thank God. It woulda sucked if you’d tripped.” They both laughed at that, and Bax bumped him toward the mattress, pushing them down.
