Fascinated, he leaned down, tasting the places that he touched, just all caught up in it.
All Bax did was touch him back, murmuring when he hit a really good spot, bucking under him when he brushed hard against Bax’s dick. The man was on fire, skin hot and damp.
He spent a minute on Bax’s cock, nuzzling and touching, and then he moved down. He kissed the soft inner thigh above the cast, stroked the little wrinkledy strip of skin behind Bax’s balls, sucked up little bits of skin on Bax’s ball sac.
“Christ! Jason. Oh, Jesus.” Bax twisted under him, muscles straining. It was like he could feel every one move.
“I got you.” He eased Bax’s legs open, licking behind those tight, soft as a horse’s nose balls. Oh. Oh, damn. That was… Bax was fucking everywhere.
“Okay. Okay. Oh, God.”
Lord, Bax sounded like he’d swallowed a frog.
Jase kept licking, kept sliding down, fascinated by the heat, by the way Bax smelled.
“Jason. I swear… I… Oh, damn.” Bax rode every touch, body straining under his, showing him how every touch made Bax crazy for him.
“Mmmhmm.” His tongue slid over Bax’s hole, his cock wanting to drill through the mattress.
Bax cried out, good leg moving restlessly, hands sliding over his shoulders. He could feel Bax’s cock, hard as diamonds, and that ass lifted right up to meet him.Oh. Oh, fuck. Yeah.He kept licking, nuzzling those heavy balls as his tongue searched for more sounds, more of Bax’s need. He got everything he could want, Bax shouting and shaking, skin so hot hecould fry a damned egg on it. Well, maybe he wouldn’t stop to do that just now.
He got his fingers in on the action, trading them with tongue.
“Jason. Jason, please. I cain’t… I don’t know. Oh, God.” Bax wasn’t pulling away, no matter what that fine mouth said. No, sir. His cowboy was riding it.
He just kept on keeping on, licking and loving and letting Bax feel.
Bax finally pulled him up, pulled him back to that thick cock, hands and voice begging him. “Need to, Jase.”
“Anything.” The smell of his cowboy was driving him out of his fucking mind, the taste when he sucked the heavy cock down even better. Bax lasted maybe three seconds in his mouth, coming hard and deep, filling him up. Lord. He was breathing hard, forehead resting on Bax’s belly. Goddamn.
“Mini. I… Oh, fuck. You liked to did me in.” Bax petted his head, fingers stroking over his cheeks, his mouth.
He kissed Bax’s fingertips, nodding. “That was something.”
“It was. I know it don’t make it all better, but I’m right here.”
“Thank God for small favors, Andy Baxter.”
“Yeah. Yeah, thank God for that, buddy.”
He stayed a bit, breathing. They could go clean the beer up later, before it ate through the vinyl on the floor.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The cast came off just about the time Bax was ready to take a chainsaw to it. Maybe a circular saw. Something that would get rid of it. Fast.
His leg looked all weird, too. Skinny, and pale, and squashed. And hairy? Christ.
Thank God Jason wouldn’t be able to see it. He’d get no end of shit about it as it was.
Bax grinned at Coke, who’d driven him in. “What do you think?”
“That’s nasty, Andy, no lie. How’s it feel?”
“Like a noodle.” Limp and weak as hell. If he’d been planning on going back on tour right away he’d be plumb scared.
“AJ says he’s setting up a weight deal in the spare room of y’all’s place.” Those gray eyes stared over at him. “I figure you can get Jason up on it, too.”
