He spread all out, groaning, fingers touching Bax’s cheeks, chin. They were bristly as hell, because Bax needed to shave, but he didn’t care about that either. All he could care about was the feel of Bax’s mouth, moving up and down, taking him deep. He did his dead-level best to not move, to let Bax do however, but fuck, it was tough. Bax could read him, though, knew how much he needed more, and gave it to him. One hand came up to cup his balls, pushing them up against the base of his cock, and Bax moved faster, harder.
Words started pouring out of him, letting Bax know how fucking hot it was, how fucking amazing it was. It got better, too, Bax more confident, those teeth tucked under Bax’s lips. Before long Bax was going all the way down, lips sealing around the base of his cock.
His hips started rocking, deep sounds pouring out of him. So good. So fucking good. Those hands urged him on, pulling at him, making him rock faster. He could almost see Bax, eyes closed, dark lashes lying on those sharp cheekbones, mouth around his… Yeah. Damn.
He grunted out a warning before he let loose, his balls just aching as he shot. Bax grunted back, but didn’t back off none, taking everything he had to give. His cowboy. His.
“I… Damn. Damn, Bax. So good.” Man, he had babyhead.
“Not bad at all, Mini. Not bad at all.”
Bax sounded hoarse, that voice rough and hot.
Jason tugged Bax up, took that mouth good and hard, thanking his cowboy as best he could. Bax just swarmed over him, moaning, loving on him, hands holding his head in place so the kiss could go deep. Hot.
He got one hand pushed in Bax’s sweats, fingers wrapping around the heavy prick, pumping like he was resining up his bull rope. Fuck, yes. Smelled so goddamn good.
“I… Oh. Jase. Please.”
Listen to that. Listen to Bax needing him like that. Bax’s fingers clutched against his shoulders, holding them still so Bax could use the leverage.
“Anything. Come on. You smell so fucking good, cowboy.”
“Oh, fuck, Jase.”
Bax bucked against him, their skin slapping together, and wet heat spilled over his hand. Bax gave it up so perfect.
“Man. Man, you…” He eased his strokes, nuzzling into Bax’s throat.
“Mmm. No, you, Mini.”
Chuckling, Bax licked at his skin, sounding as relaxed as he felt.
“Yeah.” Oh, now. He could get out there now, ride himself a bull or two, just for fun.
“You want some food before we start? Do you smell something burning?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He pulled away, hands searching. “No more cigarettes for you!”
“Well, you started it. Where were you gonna put it out? On your hand?”
Bax moved, too, rustling around, and finally he heard a satisfied grunt.
“Got it. Only burned a little hole in the rug.”
“Fuck you.” He started chuckling. “There’s a lid or something here somewhere.”
“Yeah? Oh. Well, then. Food?”
The burning smell faded to a dull roar.
“Yeah. Eggs?” He was learning to do those in the nuker.
“Sure. I’ll make some toast.”
Wasn’t neither one of them a cook, but they tended to avoid AJ and Missy’s kitchen in the morning, after those first few days, where the chaos had just got too much for Jason.
Besides, it was good, learning what he could do, how to figure shit.
