Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
He could hear knocking, rapping, tapping, but he didn’t know where from. Jason sat up, hands out straight in front of him, trying to figure out where the fuck he was, what the fuck was up.
“Bax! Bax!” He stumbled up out of the bed, falling over something and slamming to the ground. “Andy Baxter!” Oh, fuck. Where was he?
“Right here, honey. Right here.” Bax’s hands landed on him, holding his upper arms, helping him orient himself. “Sorry, Mini. I was in the bathroom.”
“Where…? What the fuck is that noise?” He held on, heart pounding. “Bax, Bax, I can’t do this. I cain’t. I can’t wake up over and over forever and not fucking see where I am.”
“Shh. Hush, now. It’s just all new, is all. You didn’t do this at your momma’s once you got used to it.” Bax stroked his cheek, solid and warm against him.
He took a deep breath, then another one, bound and determined not to lose it altogether and start screaming. The deep breath helped, so he took another, then another. “Hey. Hey, Bax. Sorry, I. I’d been dreaming.”
“Yeah? Anything good?” Oh, asshole, laughing, stroking the back of his neck, tickling like crazy.
“Dreaming that people were hunting my ass, trying to get my hat.” Stupid, but true.
“Oh, that’s not a good dream at all.” They got him stood up, Bax lifting him right to his feet. “You hungry? Or you want to hit the head and have a shower first?”
“I need a shower and stuff and I need you to show me around, huh?” He didn’t know how to do this. Momma’s house he knew.
“You know it. Let me move the bags into the closet, huh? Then we’ll do the tour.” Bax sounded completely reasonable, which meant he’d at least gotten enough sleep.
“‘kay.” That banging came again, rap rap rap. “What is that?”
“Huh? Oh, I dunno. I think Coke is helping roof something.” That sounded about right. Coke would have been up hours ago.
“It’s weird, hearing things and not knowing.” He heard Bax put the bags away, heard the closet door shut.
“You’ll get better at it, I know.” Bax helped him up, helped him back to the bed. Shit, that was all Bax fucking did, for chrissake. “Let’s start here, huh?”
“It’s in the middle of the room, by a window.”
“It is. The headboard butts up against the window, in fact.” Bax led him around the bed, and he counted the steps. Two, three, five. “You go from here straight across to the bathroom.”
“Cool. There’s nothing in the way? His fingers found the edge of a dresser, followed it around.
“Nope. All you have to do is stay away from the wall. Looks like there was a rug, but they took it up.” He could actually see that, in his mind’s eye. The darker spot on the floor where the sun never hit.
Okay. Okay, he could do this. The bathroom was almost easy—sink, linen cabinet deal, tub, pot. He could do that. Hell, everything was just where he’d thought it was, and the water faucets were set up with the hot and cold where they should be.
He did his business—sitting down, which burned his ass—and washed his face, hands. “Okay. I’m ready for more.”
“Yeah? How about a shower. You and me. Naked and all.” Bax helped him turn to the shower, helped him find the shower head and angle it away.
“Oh, hell yeah. You got a bag for your cast?” The tub was big enough, the water pressure strong enough to sting his skin.
“Yeah. I got one out of the backpack.” Bax laughed, pinching his ass. “Wanted to be ready.”
“Oh, man. I’m all about you being ready.” He got his hands on Bax, exploring, touching. Oh, man. He did like the touching.
“You are. Well, here.” Bax shoved one hand down below the waist, and someone was so ready.
“Oh.” He bit his bottom lip, touching but good. “I want you.”
“Good. It would suck if you didn’t.” Licking up his chin, Bax smiled against his mouth, reminding him how much he loved that smile, reminding him what it looked like.
His free hand went to Bax’s face, fingers tracing the tiny, short hairs at Bax’s hairline, the laugh lines beside those pale eyes.
“Having a look, huh?” Bax kissed his palm, cheek rough as a cob.
“Yeah. Yeah, I thought it was bullshit, but… Yeah.” He could see Bax in his head, clear as day.
“Cool. You’re looking less droopy, man.” Bax petted him, his chest, his belly, that hand finally wrapping around his hip.
“Feeling better. Feeling solid.” The hand he had around Bax’s cock wanted to move, so he started stroking, fingers sliding up and down.
“Oh, that’s… Yeah.” Bax pushed against him, rocking away, and he could feel muscles moving against his arm and chest.
His other hand headed down Bax’s spine, hunting that fine, fine ass. He wanted a hold of that, wanted himself a handful.
Bax went still for a moment, then pushed back into his touch, moaning loud. “Jase.”
“Right here, Bax. I got you.” He did—he had that tight little backside, he had Bax’s cock. He had just what he wanted.
“Got me.” Bax nodded against his neck, kissing his collarbone. “I’m all yours, Mini.”
Yeah. Yeah, he knew. Images went right through his mind—from his mouth around Bax’s dick, to Bax inside him, to feeling Bax’s ass all around him. He was gonna explode. Jason kept touching, kept his hand moving while his own cock leaked and throbbed, rubbing against Bax’s leg.
“You needing too, huh?” Bax was a master at stating the obvious, but he got moving, got touching, grabbing Jason’s dick.
“I been needing you for a long damn time.” He went up on tiptoe, shivered a little.
“Tell me what you want, Mini.” Bax pulled at him, palm against the underside, rocking him. That voice… Christ, Bax sounded like he’d swallowed gravel.
“I want… I want everything, you know?” He did. He might need it.
Bax nuzzled in, head coming to rest on Jason’s shoulder as he nodded “I know what you mean. I surely do.”
“Good.” He leaned and rubbed and rocked and just went to town. “We got time to play.”
“We so do.” Bax was leaning harder, now, pushing back, relaxing with every touch.
“You…you want my mouth, Bax?”
“Hmm? This is good.” Lord, Bax was easy. He just liked it all. “What do you want, Mini? Want to go back to the bed?”
“We could do that.” There were things they could do in the bed that they couldn’t manage as easily in the bathroom. They got the water turned off, shook off the bulk of it.
“Come on, then. You take me.”
Oh. Asshole. Still, he could do it if it meant getting horizontal. He grabbed a hold of the base of Bax’s cock and headed toward the bedroom. There wasn’t anything in the way, if he stayed away from the walls.
“Jesus, Jase.” Bax followed close, cock jumping in his hand.
“Uh-huh. I got a decent memory.” He reached out with his hand, found the bedpost. “See?”
“You do. Thank God. It woulda sucked if you’d tripped.” They both laughed at that, and Bax bumped him toward the mattress, pushing them down.
He let Bax get that cast settled, then he swarmed over Bax, straddling the thin hips as he leaned down for a kiss. The kiss took his breath away, Bax cupping a hand behind his head, fingers rubbing, massaging. Andy just humped up against him, cock hard as stone.
“Need.” His balls ached with it, his dick leaking.
“Anything, Jase. Anything.”
Oh. Oh, God, Bax couldn’t mean…that. Could he?
“I… Can we…? I mean, fuck.” Yeah. Actually, he did mean fuck.
Bax went still again, but for his chest, which rose and fell fast. That cock didn’t go down either, did it? “Yeah. Yeah, Mini, we can fuck.”
“Oh.” His belly rippled, dick jerking hard-hard. “We…we got stuff?”
“I think we do.” Bax’s face felt fiery hot against his shoulder. “I-I got some at the last store when we stopped for food.”
“Oh. Cool. Where? I’ll get it and then you can… I can ride, huh?” His heart was beating so fast it hurt a little.
“It’s in my backpack. We can do it however you want.” Jesus, that had to be hard as hell for Bax to say, but it made him want to holler, it sounded so good.
“It’ll be easy to ride, then if we don’t…if it don’t work for us, we can do something else.”
“We can. I’ll get it.” He got a kiss, then cool air when Bax hauled himself up to rummage through the closet and the backpack.
His hand worked his cock, up and down, nice and slow as he did some imagining, thinking of how Bax’s ass would look, bent over.
Bax was back in no time, hand closing around his to stop it moving. “Slow down, Mini. Want this to last.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I… I hear you.” Shit, he wanted to do this more than just about anything.
Bax kissed him, mouth hard and bruising on his. Those hands felt like steel on his shoulders when Bax held him in place, kissing him over and over. Everything went white-hot and sharp, the kisses enough to set him clear on fire.
Bax shoved him down and crawled right on the bed, before pushing up against him and rubbing like crazy. Lord. He spread, bucking, begging for it with all he was. The sheets were soft on him, the bedsprings singing—so fucking right.
“Want you, Jase. Want you so bad.” Breathless, needy as all get out, Bax bit down on his collarbone, licking to ease the sting.
“Yours. Please, Bax. I want to know.” He maybe needed to.
“Okay. Okay, babe. We can do this.” Chuckling, Bax kissed him again before shifting around, muscling him up and over so he straddled those thighs, careful of Bax’s cast.
“What do you want me to do?” He got one thigh hooked around Bax’s hip.
“I just need to get you ready, huh?” They both knew how this worked, didn’t they? They just had to get going.
“Well, then. Touch me, cowboy. It’ll be easier after the first time.”
“The first… Oh, God.” That moan told him how much Bax liked the idea of doing it more than once. Yeah. Those slick fingers finally touched him, right where he needed it, one slipping into his body.
Everything started to slow down a little, his body moving, riding that touch.
“Hot. Oh, Jason, you’re fucking hot.” Bax’s finger went all the way in, the feeling tight and hot, scraping.
“Bax.” That finger curled and he cried out, lightning shooting up his spine. “Oh! Again!”