“Uh-huh. Is it pretty outside, man?” He thought he could feel the sunshine.
“It is. You want to get that shower and go hang outside awhile?” Bax stroked his cheek, fingers gentle as could be.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He pressed into the touch, relaxing bone deep.
“Cool. Me, too.” Kissing him hard, Bax pushed him up, kind of like he was a rag doll. “Take me to the bathroom.”
“I. Okay.” He took his first few steps, bowlegged as fuck, then he counted. Bed. Dresser. Closet. Door. Bathroom.Score!
“Damn, Jase. Good deal.” Little things. He had to remember not to get growly when Bax got just as excited as he did about the little things.
“Yep. You didn’t fuck my brains out.” He was gonna get swatted.
“I tried awful hard. We’ll have to work on it.” The water started up again, the steam coming out right away, slapping his bare skin.
“Sounds like a plan.” He searched the walls, looking for where the soap was, the shampoo. The nozzle.
“What do you want, Mini?” Bax stood back, letting him find his way, but right there if he needed the man.
“Just looking. Is there a soap dish?”
“Over in the middle of the back wall, just above knee level. Looks like Irish Spring.”
Good old AJ and the manly soap.
“Least Missy didn’t put in something bubblegum smelling.” He got his hand around the smooth, sorta curved bar, grinning a little. He could damn near see it in his head.
“I would worry more about the kids putting liquid heat in the shampoo…” Bax drawled it out, laughing a little, the familiar rustle of a trash bag coming before Andy stepped in with him.
He chuckled, reached for Bax and started washing the fine asshole, being careful of that casted leg. This he could do.
“Mmm. Oh, Jase. You got good hands, buddy.”
Listen to that man. Oh, yeah. That he could do. He nodded and focused, feeling each little inch of Bax’s skin that he could reach. Jesus, it was fucking fascinating. Bax groaned and shivered for him, hands coming up to grip his arms. Maybe the sun outside was overrated.
Damn, this was a good fucking way to spend a morning. Bax seemed to agree, kissing him under the spray, their bodies moving together. That damned cast needed to come off.
He pushed up, hands cupping Bax’s ass while the kiss went hard. That tongue pressed into his mouth, tasting him deep, Bax moaning for him. The sound went all the way to his toes. Man, that felt good. He took his time, just reveling in the whole all-by-themselves-behind-locked-doors thing.
“Mini…” Those soapy hands found his ass, squeezing a little, making him shiver. That was…well, it was hot and uncomfortable, all at once.
“Yeah, Bax.” He nodded, pushed back into the kisses, letting his hips shift like he was riding.
“I tell you what, Mini. You’re hot as the Fourth of July.” Bax kissed him again and again, licking his shoulder.
“You know it.” He leaned down, rubbing his chin with its heavy beard on Bax’s shoulder.
“Oh, honey. We need to shave you. You’re scratchy as hell.” Bax stroked his cheek, pushing his whiskers back and forth.
“I can’t figure how.” He pushed into the touch, humming low.
“I can do it.”
Oh, now. That had possibilities. Jason nodded, moaned a little. Yeah. Yeah, that might work.
“Yeah? We can do it tomorrow.” Bax bit on his neck some, rocking against him.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” Damn. He was getting it up again. Thewater beat down on them, made them both slick and hot. Bax’s hands felt so damned good. So hot. Damn.
