Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Bax waited until he heard the shower start before he unzipped his damned jeans and let everything breathe. All that touching and wrestling and… Shit, Jason was a fucking wet dream.
He closed his hand right around his cock, working it out of his briefs. He moaned, low and deep, leaning against the stupid little vanity thing right by the door. His back bowed, his legs went tight, and Bax went to town, stroking off hard.
When was the last time? Man, traveling with Jason made it hard to give in to the jerk off sessions he might indulge in with someone else in the room, because what roomie wanted you calling his name at two a.m.?
Shivers traveled up and down his spine, goosebumps rising even as he started to sweat. Bax pulled harder, listening to the water run and imagining Jason in there with soap and a washcloth, touching all the places Bax wanted to touch and lick and suck…
He came hard, panting, his bad knee just buckling right up on him, sending him to the floor in a heap.
Shit.
The water clicked off in the bathroom, and Bax struggled to his feet, washing his hands at the little vanity sink and cleaning up the rest, hoping it wasn’t gonna smell like a cat in heat in the room.
Then he grabbed the remote and a couple of beers out of the cooler, trying to look as if he’d been relaxing or some shit.
Jason walked out, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. A pair of soft shorts were tugged out, along with a T-shirt that he had to have seen ten thousand times. “There a bottle for me?”
“You know it, man.” Oh, he could go to the bathroom and clean up with the excuse that he was gonna change. “Right there. Need to use the head.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him and sighed, leaning on the sink. Thank God he was all empty, or he’d be up again in a heartbeat. He heard the TV come on, heard Jason’s cell phone ring. There was Momma, looking to see how they’d done.
Lord. His sweats felt scratchy, his skin too damned hot. Sighing, Bax shook it off and headed back out, knowing Momma would want to talk to him, too.
“Here he is, Momma.” Jason winked at him, tossed him the cell. “You want a burger or that shrimp and pasta deal?”
“A burger, I think. Hey, Momma. How’s it going?” He’d had spaghetti at Jason’s momma’s. That shrimp pasta wasn’t gonna live up to that.
“Hey, Andy. You were looking tired today. Real tired. You feeling okay?”
“I’m just hurtin’ a little, Momma.” That beer could be colder. “How’s the fence holdin’ up?”
“Fine. Just fine. Y’all had supper yet?” She worried about them—it was cute.
“We’re fixing to order now. We snuck out a little early, you know? Got to stay the whole show tomorrow.” Scratching his belly and listening to it rumble, Bax wished to hell he had her cornbread to munch on.
“Well, I hope so. You both make the short go tomorrow, now. I like to see my boys’ names up there.”
Yeah. Yeah, she did. “We’ll see. Jason will be there for sure.” That man was on a roll that wouldn’t quit.
“Sure. He wants you up there too, you know.”
Yep, he sure did know. Jason was in his fucking corner, balls to bones. “I know. Love you, Momma. You want to talk to Mini again?” He sure wasn’t in the mood to discuss why he wasn’t riding so well.
“Nah, he already told me y’all were going to that Invitational up north. I’ll see you after, during the break.”
“Okay. Well, you keep rooting for us. We’ll see you then.”
They hung up, Bax tossing the little phone back to Jason. Man, it got quiet, but for the TV.
“I got us dessert—banana splits.” Well, now. There was an olive branch.
“Oh, you know I like those. They come with the strawberry stuff and the pineapple?” See him. See him stop snarling.
“Yep. Cherries and nuts, too.” They shared a grin, both of them twelve again, chuckling at the hovering bad joke.
“Well, there you go. What’s on CMT?” There didn’t look to be any good westerns or blow ‘em up movies on, and he didn’t want to set it up to watch momma’s.
“Dukes of Hazzard. Again.” Jason just rolled his eyes.
“Any bass fishing on?” He’d take that over some sissy reality show.
“I… Oh, dude. College rodeo.” The man was obsessed. Really. Unnatura—
Shit, look at that roper go.
“We need to go to the roping pen during the break.” His roping hand was terrible, but he sure did love it.
“You know it. Those cutting horses need some work, too, if we’re going to round up the remuda and take ‘em to Fort Worth. I think them yellow ones will throw good foals.” Jason was always fucking looking for an angle.
“Sure. We can do that.” Hell, he was happy enough to hitch his wagon to Jason. Mini was way smarter than him. At least that was what Jason told him every day.
That had him grinning, the last of his mean bone dying down.
The food came then, and they got themselves well and truly settled—burgers and fries and salad and ice cream and beer. Oh. Better.
Bax kicked back, patting his belly. “I tell you what, it’s amazing what a little food will do.”
“You know it.” Jason leaned against the pillows, rolling his feet in circles.
“You stiff?” Okay, that sounded nasty, but he wouldn’t say no if Mini needed a massage.
“Just a little.” Jason grabbed one ankle, pulling and stretching.
Bax watched every move, his hands clenching and unclenching. “Want some help?”
“Sure.”
Now that was a special type of torture. The whole wanting to touch, getting to touch, but not in the way he wanted… Well. Yeah. He moved on over to Jason’s bed, letting his hands land on that one ankle, just resting there a moment to warm it up before he started work.
Man, that left ankle was tense, just a little swollen. Jason was going to have to watch that. “You need to wrap, Mini, ‘fore you tear something.”
“You think so? I hate the way that feels in the boot.”
“I know that.” He surely did get tired of hearing the bitching. But that was better than snapping something and missing the finals.
Jason rumbled a little, sat up. “Did I piss in your Wheaties somehow, man? You’ve been hunting my ass since we left the arena.”
“Huh?” His head snapped up, his eyes meeting Jason’s. “No. I mean… I’m just punchy, okay? And you’re in range.”
“Okay.” Mini seemed to get that okay, nodded at him once. “I’ll wrap it.”
“Good. You’re doing too good this year, man.” He dug his thumbs into the muscles of Jason’s calf, the shorts giving him plenty of access.
“Uhn.” Jesus, that sound was sex. Pure, raw sex. “I want it bad, Bax. I can fucking taste it.”
“I want it too, man. You have no idea.” Such a dangerous thing, touching Jason like that. Bax kept on, though, all the way up to that knee.
“I do. I know.” Jason arched a little, toes curling. “That’s… Didn’t know I was so tense…”
“Mmmhmm. You were really tight. Hard.” Oh, yeah. He was working on hard as if he hadn’t come an hour ago.
Jason’s eyes were closed, cheeks flushed as he nodded. “Needed a good rub-down, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” His voice sounded like frogs had gotten stuck in his throat. “Sometimes a man does.”
“You know it, Bax.” He wasn’t the only one tenting—that T-shirt couldn’t hide Jason’s happy.
All he had to do was reach out and touch… Higher… He wanted to. Oh, God, he wanted to. If they’d both had three or four more beers, he might. Instead he just sat there with his teeth in his mouth, hands on Jason’s skin, staring.
Those too-pretty-to-be-a-guy’s eyes popped open, looking right at him, just not backing off a bit. Jesus. Jesus fuck.
The banging on the door had him jumping up off the bed like he’d been shot.
“Andy! Jase! Bunch of us are going out to shoot pool. Wanna?”
Well, that had taken his cock right down. Clearing his throat, he headed for the door, cracking it open. “Depends on who’s buying.”
AJ grinned, that front tooth missing. Man, Missy was going to kill him. “Shit, man. Jase won the round. He’s buying!”
“Sure. You just ask him if he wants to. He’s changed and all.” Everyone knew Mini was in for the night if he was wearing those fuzzy shorts.
“Oh, dude. He’s already out of the jeans?” AJ sighed, shook his head. “We meeting for breakfast?”
“Yeah. We’ll do the buffet.” They got discounts and shit. They might as well take advantage of it.
“Cool. Night, y’all.” As he shut the door, he could hear AJ. “Jase was already in the bed, y’all. He ain’t coming.”
“What am I? Chopped liver?” Bax winked at Jason, wandering back to his own bed and staring at the TV.
“Nah, they all just know us, huh?” Jason looked over, winked back. “Antisocial assholes that we are.”
“Yeah. Well. Did I mention I’m old?” He’d been a lot more social, once upon a time. But that was for the kids.
“Once or twice. We got a couple more go-rounds in us, man. No giving up on me.”
“Not about to.” No, sir. That man was gonna be a champion. Even if he couldn’t ride the circuit anymore, he’d be there for Jason.
Even if it killed him.