“You ain’t that old.” Only a little older than him. Only enough to prove that he needed to win the big money, have enough to set him up.
“Yeah, well…” They rocked to a stop at the hotel, and thank God there weren’t no blue lights following them. “I need a beer.”
“Okay. You want to go upstairs, or you want the bar?” He sure as shit hoped Mr. Bitchy wasn’t wanting to be social.
“Upstairs.” Putting those boots down hard, Bax stomped into the hotel, daring anyone to so much as look at him, if that glare meant what it usually did.
“Cute-cute.” He rolled his eyes and humped it to the elevators, keeping his head down. Maybe he’d drown the grumpy bastard.
Bax punched their floor and turned on him, growling. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Looks like you are, man.” Jason could feel his chin jut out, fingers fisting up. “You got a burr under your saddle or do you just need to find some fucking buckle bunny to take the edge off?”
“Buckle bunny… Jesus Christ.” Turning back to the doors, Bax clenched his fists and stood there, tense and silent, jaw like steel.
Jason sighed, rubbed the back of his neck. Fuck this shit. He was gonna dump his gear and get the hell out of Dodge. Maybe go shoot some pool. Kick somebody’s ass.
The elevator dinged open and they both stepped forward, bumping shoulders but hard. “Goddamn it.”
Shoving him out of the way, Bax pushed on down the hall, his growl ringing out. “Asshole.”
“Fuck you.” He caught up before Bax managed to get the door open. “Come on, man. Open the fucking door.”
“What, you need to piss or something? You had to go that bad you could have gone downstairs.” Bax fumbled, hands stiff on the little keycard.
“What is your goddamn issue?” He grabbed the card, slammed it in the reader, the little thing bending right in half. “Goddamnit!” Jason was going to fucking kill something.
“Shit, Mini. That was the stupidest thing I’ve seen today.” Bax grabbed his ass, then dug in Jason’s jeans for his wallet, pulling out the other key.
“Well, it’s the dumbest thing I’ve done today, so we’re even.” If Bax kept touching his butt, he was fixin’ to be embarrassed. Embarrassing. Whichever.
“Jesus fuck.” They sprang apart, Bax finally getting the door open. And damned near letting it slam in his face.
He tossed his gear into the closet and just turned right back around to head out. The edge of the motherfucking door caught him on the riding arm and he growled, punching at it and denting the living fuck out of the wood.
Son of a bitch, that hurt.
“What the fuck? Are you trying to get us charged for room damages?” Bax caught the back of his shirt and hauled his ass back into the room, flinging him in a wide circle.
He stumbled over a pair of boots, landing hard on his butt. Thank God he was used to falling, because he sprung right up swinging, catching Bax square in the belly. “Fucker!”
“Oomph.” Doubling over, Bax grabbed his breadbasket, cussing viciously. “You sorry son of a bitch.” Bax came right after him, launching up to grapple with him, hands punching and pinching.
“Don’t you—” He grunted, turning as Bax caught a nipple, tweaking it hard. “Fuck! Don’t you talk about my momma like that.” He grabbed a hold of Bax’s belt, jerking the bastard off his nipple.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. It’s a figure of— Ow! Jason!” Those eyes went wide, almost shocked, when he got a little too close to the package with his scrabbling hand.
“Sorry.” He just stopped, stepped back and gave them both some room.Fuck. Fuck, he just needed... “I’m gonna jump in the shower.” Cool down. Jack off. Scream. Something.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I… Go on. I’ll order us both a beer.” Bax wouldn’t look at him, always a sign that his buddy was feeling sorry as Hell.
“Okay.” He didn’t wait to see what Bax did—he just locked himself in the bathroom and leaned back against the door. His cock was full and aching like a sore tooth, and he got one hand around it.
Fuckhead. Beautiful bastard. Grumpy asshole fucker cowboy jackass.
Jason wanted a piece of Bax so bad he could taste it.
He stroked himself good and hard, eyes closed, the calluses on his hands so fucking right. Natural. Made him need to know what Bax’s hand would feel like, how those fine fucking fingers would feel, jacking him but good.
