Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Jason sat in the bathtub, soaking.
He could hear Momma pottering, could hear the TV in the guest room going, Coke laughing at something. Bax’d bathed and headed to bed, and he was just sitting.
Thinking.
He couldn’t fucking believe they wanted him to get on a bull. To lie to all those people. He couldn’t fucking believe he was thinking about giving it a shot. Jason searched for the soap, chuckling at himself. Jesus, he’d done it once, though, on a dare.
Got up on that fucking bull, rode, easy as you please. Won a thousand dollars off Harry White, too. Smart-assed bastard.
A knock sounded at the door, not Momma. She’d never knock that hard. “Mini? You coming to bed?”
“Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I was just…” Rubbing a little with the soap, daydreaming, floating.
“Can I come in?” Lord, that whisper was loud enough to travel all over the house.
“Door’s not locked.”
Man, those hinges creaked.
He heard the thump-step-thump-step, then the clack of the toilet lid going down. “You okay?”
“I think so? I was soaking. Thinking about what all we’d said.”
“I can go…” Bax sounded like he had a clog in his pipes. All froggy.
“I don’t mind sitting and talking with you.” He smoothed the soap over his thighs, pushing in a little.
“Oh. Okay. Good.” Clearing his throat, Bax went on. “So you hear your momma and Jack come home? They were plumb tipsy.”
“It’s prob’ly good for them.” He did like the smell of this soap, the way it felt as it slid.
“Uh-huh. They needed to blow off some steam…”
Lord, Bax was all stuffy or some such. Bless him. “You good, Bax?” He soaped up his belly, ass sliding a little on the tub.
“Huh? Oh. Sure.” The cast clunked against something when Bax shifted, and Andy moaned, the sound low and rough.
He sat up, reaching out. “Bax?” No hurting his Bax, now.
“I’m okay. I just… Goddamn, Jason. You look… Fuck.”
Well, now. That maybe wasn’t pain.
“Huh? I… Oh.” He blushed, hand dropping down to his cock, which didn’t help, because his dick just went sproing.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Bax was struggling to get up now, the toilet clunking, something banging against the sink cabinet.
“Wait. Wait, what’s going on?” Why was Bax sorry? What was the deal? Jesus fuck.
“I shouldn’t be sitting here staring at you when you can’t see me, Jase. I… It ain’t right. You don’t need me droolin’ on you when you’re just taking a bath.”
“If not you, then who would I need?”
“No one, I hope. I ain’t waited this long to share.” Yeah, now that was more like his Bax. All snarly and chest beating.
“Well, then, quit being weird and sit.” He didn’t mind, the idea of Bax watching.
Enjoying.
Wanting.
“Okay.” Clank. Man, it was amazing how much he could see in his head, just by listening.
“Dork.” He hunted the soap back down, found the washrag, working on getting himself lathered again.
“Well, this is new, Jase. I’m not sure what all to do sometimes.”
“Yeah, I hear that.” Everything was different now. Fucking everything.
“Not to mention that I can’t just get in there with you…” Bax ruffled his hair, the touch sweet, light.
“Now that is a shame. That’s something I’d like to do.”
“I’ll get the cast off eventually. For now you just scrub on up.” He could hear Bax settling, getting set, like the man was about to watch a movie or something.
It was a little weird, knowing that those eyes were on him, but he managed, washing his chest, his arms, soaping up the mass of curls above his cock.
“Oh. Damn. Jase.” Poor Bax sounded like he was about to strangle.
“Uh-huh?” He got his fingers around his balls, rubbing and tugging, rolling a little. Showing off, making himself feel good.
“You… I swear. You’re gonna kill me. Been wanting.”
He would swear he could see Bax out of the corner of his eye. Just for half a second, and just a blur. But right there. Oh. Oh, Jesus. Please. “You got me, so long as you want me, Bax.”
“Then you’ll be around a good long while. You’re just… Damn. Look at you.”
“That’s your job.” He wasn’t going to waste a bit of what little he had left.
“Right. Well, I got that down to a science after all these years. Touching I might not be so good at.” Poor Bax. The guy had a complex or something.
“I don’t know, Bax.” He shifted, remembering those hands on his skin. “If you’re not so good at it now, I’ll go crazy once you’re in practice. There ain’t nothing like your hands.”
One of those hands landed on his shoulder, squeezing, digging in to massage a little. “You think? It felt good, huh?”
“Better than anything.” He let himself lean, let himself feel.
“Yeah. Yeah, I thought I might just die happy.” Bax laughed, the sound rueful as all Hell. “That was kind of a shitty thing to say, huh?”
“Nah. I mean, I wonder if it wouldn’t’ve been better for everybody, if I had…” If he’d just never woke up.
Fingers digging into his shoulder, Bax made a rough noise. “No. No, it wouldn’t. I need you, Mini. I’m selfish enough to say it.”
“I just…” He bit his bottom lip hard. “What if you get tired of all this? I wouldn’t blame you, not a bit.” Bax deserved better than half-broke.
Shuffling, shifting, Bax bent, lips on his all of a sudden. “Not gonna happen. Shit, if I didn’t when you were a cocky shithead, I sure won’t now.”
“I’m still a shithead.” He took another kiss, then another.
“You are,” Bax murmured into his mouth. “You about done?”
“With the bath, yeah.” The rest? He wasn’t near done with that.
“Uh-huh. I’m slipping here, Jase.” Huffing a little, Bax let go of him and stood. Those hands were right back, though, tugging at him, helping him rinse.
He dried himself off and got Bax moving down the hall before those hands made it impossible to move, to walk right.
It wasn’t easy as it was. Bax leaned on him, using him as a crutch, and that meant those clever hands were all over him. All. Over.
“Bax. Bax, you’re gonna make me all…”
Yeah.
Hard.
“Uh-huh. I hear that. You think it’s easy with the cast and shit? Whoa, Mini. Turn.” Bax teetered, but they made it through the bedroom door.
Jason actually laughed, tickled by them, by the way they were almost running a three-legged race.
“Shit, Mini, don’t make me laugh. I might fall.” But Bax was chuckling, the sound merry and relaxed, easing him deep down.
“No falling for you, man. Get your ass up on the bed.” Fine bastard.
“Help me get out of these damned cut-offs, will you? That was one reason I couldn’t sleep.” Yeah, Bax had come out of his own bath bitching that he needed more clothes. Some sweats or something.
“Well, if you weren’t so tall…” He found Bax’s fly, worked the zipper down without catching that pretty cock.
“I ain’t that tall. You’re just unnaturally tiny.” They both tugged and Bax wiggled and it turned into some kind of torturous dance, all heat and grunt.
“I ain’t tiny, butthead.” He leaned down, yanking harder and damn near going ass over teakettle, cheek landing right against that heavy shaft.
Oh.
Bax sucked in, that sweet cock sliding and twitching against his face. “Christ, Jason. I. Damn.”
“Uh-huh.” He took a deep breath, sliding up along, feeling. Smelling. Fuck.
Pushing up, Bax rubbed up on him, panting. “Feels like nothing else, ever.”
He moaned, headed south, lips finding the base where cock met balls. Oh. Soft. Fuzzy. Shifting, restless, Bax moved against him, hand on his head, fingers in his hair. The scent of the man made him crazy.
His towel fell away and he let his mouth open, tongue sliding over that hot skin. Oh. Oh, sweet Jesus. He could… Yeah. Bax.
“Fuck, Jase. I can’t. You’re gonna make me crazy. Your fucking mouth…” Poor Bax was just babbling.
He could handle crazy.
Jason didn’t hurry—he was real caught up in exploring.
The big vein on Bax’s cock throbbed against his tongue, the ball sac shifted and wrinkled under his hands.
Every motion of his mouth had Bax shifting and sliding on the sheets, the sound so crisp and real.
That lean body felt good. Right. Hot as Hell.
He got his lips around the tip of Bax’s dick, started sucking, nice and easy, just drawing that salt and bitter flavor in. Bax started humping, short, sharp jerks of his hips pushing that flesh into his mouth. Jesus, someone was wanting so bad.
He’d not done this much and, when he had, it hadn’t been like this. Hadn’t been so goddamn fine. He could spend time, licking and sucking at Bax’s cock.
“Jason…” Bax was petting him now, hands moving on his shoulders, tracing his muscles and bones, the touches hard and needy. A man could get addicted to that, too.
“Mmmhmm.” He nodded, the tip of Bax’s dick bumping against the back of his throat.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” Lord, Bax kept shouting like that he was gonna have Momma in here, or worse, Coke.
Liquid heat slid down his throat in tiny drops, Bax so wet for him.
Those soft balls were drawn up tight, so he got hold of them, rubbing and rolling as he swallowed hard, toes just clenching.
“Uhn!” That was it. Bax came for him, hard and fast, cock swelling impossibly in his mouth. Andy shook with it, a long, low groan falling down on him. He took what he could, heart hammering in his ribcage. Goddamn. He wasn’t never going to have to wonder about that flavor. Not ever again.
“Jase… God.” Moaning, Bax stroked his cheeks, thumbs rubbing just along his jaw. “You. Damn.”
“Uh-huh.” He nuzzled into Bax’s belly, hand working his dick good and hard. So good, his Bax. His cowboy.
“I… Jase. C’mere. I want to help you out.” Tugging at him, Bax moved him up where his face could settle against the hard curve of one shoulder, where one of Bax’s hands could grope along his ass.
“Cowboy.” He wanted so bad it ached, his balls rubbing against Bax’s thigh.
“Yeah. Oh, God, yeah.” Bax finally got him in one hand, the other still holding his butt. The feeling was like nothing he could describe, his cock pushing through Bax’s lean fingers.
He gasped, eyes wide as he fought to see, fought to feel and breathe and…
Oh. Oh, fuck.
Bax gave him all the heat and pressure and friction a man could want, tugging at him, pulling up and down. And that other hand… Oh, God, it was just moving, touching him in places he’d never wanted anyone else to touch.
“Bax.” His head snapped back and he shot, hips jerking violently.
“Jason.” Bax whispered his name, sounding awed as all get out, those lips pressing to the side of his mouth.
“Yeah.” He turned his head, taking a real kiss.
Bax gave that up to him, too, holding him close and kissing him hard. Full-on, no stopping, just like Bax did everything.
It wasn’t all he wanted, but it was way more than he’d ever hoped for.