“I know.” He just couldn’t fucking figure why right now. Not that it mattered. Not at all. He pulled his shirt off, droppedit.
“Oh, damn.” Bax licked at his neck, hands on his chest, then his belly, fingers pulling at the short hairs.
“Uhn.” He went up on tiptoe, cock stiff as all get out. “Jesus, buddy.”
“Yeah. That’s more like it.” Those fingers moved lower, opening his jeans, sliding in to touch his cock. He nodded, spread a little, making an offer. “Jason.” Bax’s hand closed around him tight, pulling him out, stroking.
“More.” He leaned, forehead on Bax’s shoulder, teeth scraping a little.
“You got it.” Yeah, he got it. Bax pulled at him like he was a bull rope, thumb pushing at the tip of his cock. Goddamn.
This sound pushed out of him, Bax’s hand driving him out of his motherfucking mind. When Bax’s other hand landed on his ass, then pushed down behind to cup his balls, well, he just went nuts. His hips pushed good and fast, his cock hard enough to pound nails. He moved like he was riding the rankest bull on earth, just fucking flying.
“Come on, Mini. Let it go. Just let it go.” Bax growled for him, voice low and deep and needing.
Oh, fuck. That was. Oh. Goddamn. He shot so hard his bones rattled.
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking amazing. Love how you smell.”
That might just be the most he’d ever heard Bax say at one time during sex.
He stretched and groaned, shivering as Bax rubbed the cum into his sensitive dick.
“So damned hot, babe. I swear, you’d make a dead man rise.” The words seemed to brush against his ears like they were real things, and he could feel Bax’s smile against his skin, right on his cheek.
“Yeah. You smell too good to be dead.”
That got him a deep old belly laugh, Bax’s hand tightening around him.
“No. I’m pretty much alive and thumping, Mini.”
“Pretty much.” He grinned, pushed up into Bax’s hand a little. “What can I do for you, cowboy?”
“I… Anything you want, Jason.” Hell, as much as Bax liked to be in the driver’s seat, that had to be tough to say, but it meant something, that Bax would let him take the lead.
“Lord, talk about a damn embarrassment of riches.” He reached out, trying to figure out where they were, exactly. “The bed’s behind you?”
“It is. About two feet. Want to hit it?” Bax didn’t move away, didn’t ease him to the bed, just waited, lips and hands moving slow and easy.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He wanted to take some time. Touch and shit.
He levered himself over, moving Bax nice and easy. “When’s the cast come off?”
“Two or three days. I kinda need to call.”
Bax’s hot breath fell on his neck like a blanket.
“You do. I want to touch all of you, you know?” Every fucking inch.
“That’s a hell of a motivation.”
They turned a little, both of them wiggling out of the rest of their clothes so they were skin to skin.
He nodded and grinned, stretching Bax out and straddling strong thighs. He wanted to just touch, just spend his time exploring and not thinking. Holding his hips, Bax let him touch, let him have whatever he need, that hard cock like a brand against his belly.
Jesus, there was so much he’d never known before. He traced each rib, feeling the bumps where things had broke, he found little scars. Bax’s nipples were tiny and tight—there was a little lip at the top of Andy’s bellybutton.
Bax’s hip bones were sharper than he would have thought, and that chest wasn’t near as hairy as his was. A bad scar bisected one pec, and Jason remembered that one, remembered the name of the bull who’d torn right in under Bax’s vest.
