He let Bax get that cast settled, then he swarmed over Bax, straddling the thin hips as he leaned down for a kiss. The kiss took his breath away, Bax cupping a hand behind his head, fingers rubbing, massaging. Andy just humped up against him, cock hard as stone.
“Need.” His balls ached with it, his dick leaking.
“Anything, Jase. Anything.”
Oh. Oh, God, Bax couldn’t mean…that. Could he?
“I… Can we…? I mean, fuck.” Yeah. Actually, he did mean fuck.
Bax went still again, but for his chest, which rose and fell fast. That cock didn’t go down either, did it? “Yeah. Yeah, Mini, we can fuck.”
“Oh.” His belly rippled, dick jerking hard-hard. “We…we got stuff?”
“I think we do.” Bax’s face felt fiery hot against his shoulder. “I-I got some at the last store when we stopped for food.”
“Oh. Cool. Where? I’ll get it and then you can… I can ride, huh?” His heart was beating so fast it hurt a little.
“It’s in my backpack. We can do it however you want.” Jesus, that had to be hard as hell for Bax to say, but it made him want to holler, it sounded so good.
“It’ll be easy to ride, then if we don’t…if it don’t work for us, we can do something else.”
“We can. I’ll get it.” He got a kiss, then cool air when Bax hauled himself up to rummage through the closet and the backpack.
His hand worked his cock, up and down, nice and slow as he did some imagining, thinking of how Bax’s ass would look, bent over.
Bax was back in no time, hand closing around his to stop it moving. “Slow down, Mini. Want this to last.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I… I hear you.” Shit, he wanted to do this more than just about anything.
Bax kissed him, mouth hard and bruising on his. Those hands felt like steel on his shoulders when Bax held him in place, kissing him over and over. Everything went white-hot and sharp, the kisses enough to set him clear on fire.
Bax shoved him down and crawled right on the bed, before pushing up against him and rubbing like crazy. Lord. He spread, bucking, begging for it with all he was. The sheets were soft on him, the bedsprings singing—so fucking right.
“Want you, Jase. Want you so bad.” Breathless, needy as all get out, Bax bit down on his collarbone, licking to ease the sting.
“Yours. Please, Bax. I want to know.” He maybe needed to.
“Okay. Okay, babe. We can do this.” Chuckling, Bax kissedhim again before shifting around, muscling him up and over so he straddled those thighs, careful of Bax’s cast.
“What do you want me to do?” He got one thigh hooked around Bax’s hip.
“I just need to get you ready, huh?” They both knew how this worked, didn’t they? They just had to get going.
“Well, then. Touch me, cowboy. It’ll be easier after the first time.”
“The first… Oh, God.” That moan told him how much Bax liked the idea of doing it more than once. Yeah. Those slick fingers finally touched him, right where he needed it, one slipping into his body.
Everything started to slow down a little, his body moving, riding that touch.
“Hot. Oh, Jason, you’re fucking hot.” Bax’s finger went all the way in, the feeling tight and hot, scraping.
“Bax.” That finger curled and he cried out, lightning shooting up his spine. “Oh! Again!”
“Right there, huh?” Bax was panting, voice sounding raw, and that finger hit the spot over and over, making them both moan.
“Uhn. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Bax. Bax, please.” He sat up a little more, shaking with it, it felt so good.
“Shh. I got you, babe. I got you.” Two fingers stretched him almost too damned wide, the feeling huge, but sweet.
