Chapter 24 #2
“Right there, huh?” Bax was panting, voice sounding raw, and that finger hit the spot over and over, making them both moan.
“Uhn. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Bax. Bax, please.” He sat up a little more, shaking with it, it felt so good.
“Shh. I got you, babe. I got you.” Two fingers stretched him almost too damned wide, the feeling huge, but sweet.
Jason pulled up on his knees, pushing up and out, spreading himself for his cowboy.
“Oh… Jason.” Bax touched him carefully, loving on him, opening him up like no one ever had.
He’d never felt like this, never thought he could, and he wasn’t going to miss a second of it. When he thought he might explode if Bax didn’t get on with it, those fingers slipped out of him, and he heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. “You ready, Mini?”
“Yeah. Yeah, cowboy. I’m fixin’ to pop.”
“Me too.” The hair on Bax’s thighs brushed the inside of his legs, and he could feel the head of Bax’s cock poking at him, pressing against him.
Jason took a deep breath, pushed back and did his dead-level best not to get all tensed up. This was his Bax—the man would do right by him.
“I got you, Jase. I swear.” One hand stroked his belly, his cock, keeping him revved up, ready to go.
“All yours, Bax. Show me now. I need to know.”
“Mine.” Sliding up, Bax slipped into him, a bare inch at a time. He felt fucking huge.
He gulped in one breath after another, toes curling, body not knowing whether to run screaming or just bust from feeling.
“Shh. Shh.” One hand stayed on his hip, the other came up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking gentle-like. “Breathe, Mini. Come on. You gotta relax.”
Jason turned his head, took Bax’s thumb in his lips and sucked, nice and easy. Yeah. Relax. He could do that. He could.
“Christ. Gonna be the death of me.” Bax laughed, breathless as hell, before starting to move, slow and steady.
“Mmm.” That felt like nothing ever—Bax touching him inside, cock sliding and stretching him. So good. He knew Bax was staring right at him, could feel it like a touch. He could hear it in the way Bax moaned for him.
“‘s good.” He found a smile, found himself pushing back against every thrust.
“You know it is.” Bax was humping, hips smacking his butt, starting to move faster and faster.
He wrapped one hand around his own dick, pulling good and hard, in time with Bax’s thrusts.
Groaning, Bax moved faster, hands moving over him, touching his chest. Hell, Bax even pinched the hell out of his nipples, really letting him feel it.
“Damn. Damn, cowboy.” His shoulders rolled, head slamming back, bottom lip stinging from his teeth.
“Kiss me, Mini.” After bending him near double, Bax tugged down and leaned up and took a kiss, mashing his lips against his teeth.
His eyes flew open and he tried to see, so hard, with everything he was.
It didn’t work for shit, but it didn’t matter.
He could hear their skin slapping. He could smell Bax, hot and salty against him.
He could feel that thick cock inside him.
His balls drew up, almost aching, dick throbbing in his fist.
“M’close, Jase. Want to last for you…” Hoarse and raw, Bax’s voice was another kind of touch, like its own caress.
“Gonna. Gonna. I.” He arched, toes curling tight. “Oh, fuck.”
“Jason!” Bax bucked like a short go bull, pushing so deep he couldn’t tell where Bax started and he ended.
He shot hard enough his teeth rattled, his balls feeling like they’d crawl up into his body, then he slumped down.
Bax panted for him, groaning a little in his ear. “Damn. Hello and good morning.”
“Uh. Uh-huh.” He squeezed a little and they both moaned.
“Jase. God, Coke had to have heard that, even over all that banging.”
“Mmmhmm.” He gave Bax a grin, feeling settled in his bones, feeling wild and happy as shit.
“Slut.” He could hear the laughter in Bax’s voice, the admiration. Then the air went still and Bax kissed him hard. “Good, Mini. Real good.”
“Uh-huh. Is it pretty outside, man?” He thought he could feel the sunshine.
“It is. You want to get that shower and go hang outside awhile?” Bax stroked his cheek, fingers gentle as could be.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He pressed into the touch, relaxing bone deep.
“Cool. Me, too.” Kissing him hard, Bax pushed him up, kind of like he was a rag doll. “Take me to the bathroom.”
“I. Okay.” He took his first few steps, bowlegged as fuck, then he counted. Bed. Dresser. Closet. Door. Bathroom. Score!
“Damn, Jase. Good deal.” Little things. He had to remember not to get growly when Bax got just as excited as he did about the little things.
“Yep. You didn’t fuck my brains out.” He was gonna get swatted.
“I tried awful hard. We’ll have to work on it.” The water started up again, the steam coming out right away, slapping his bare skin.
“Sounds like a plan.” He searched the walls, looking for where the soap was, the shampoo. The nozzle.
“What do you want, Mini?” Bax stood back, letting him find his way, but right there if he needed the man.
“Just looking. Is there a soap dish?”
“Over in the middle of the back wall, just above knee level. Looks like Irish Spring.”
Good old AJ and the manly soap.
“Least Missy didn’t put in something bubblegum smelling.” He got his hand around the smooth, sorta curved bar, grinning a little. He could damn near see it in his head.
“I would worry more about the kids putting liquid heat in the shampoo…” Bax drawled it out, laughing a little, the familiar rustle of a trash bag coming before Andy stepped in with him.
He chuckled, reached for Bax and started washing the fine asshole, being careful of that casted leg. This he could do.
“Mmm. Oh, Jase. You got good hands, buddy.”
Listen to that man. Oh, yeah. That he could do. He nodded and focused, feeling each little inch of Bax’s skin that he could reach. Jesus, it was fucking fascinating. Bax groaned and shivered for him, hands coming up to grip his arms. Maybe the sun outside was overrated.
Damn, this was a good fucking way to spend a morning. Bax seemed to agree, kissing him under the spray, their bodies moving together. That damned cast needed to come off.
He pushed up, hands cupping Bax’s ass while the kiss went hard. That tongue pressed into his mouth, tasting him deep, Bax moaning for him. The sound went all the way to his toes. Man, that felt good. He took his time, just reveling in the whole all-by-themselves-behind-locked-doors thing.
“Mini…” Those soapy hands found his ass, squeezing a little, making him shiver. That was…well, it was hot and uncomfortable, all at once.
“Yeah, Bax.” He nodded, pushed back into the kisses, letting his hips shift like he was riding.
“I tell you what, Mini. You’re hot as the Fourth of July.” Bax kissed him again and again, licking his shoulder.
“You know it.” He leaned down, rubbing his chin with its heavy beard on Bax’s shoulder.
“Oh, honey. We need to shave you. You’re scratchy as hell.” Bax stroked his cheek, pushing his whiskers back and forth.
“I can’t figure how.” He pushed into the touch, humming low.
“I can do it.”
Oh, now. That had possibilities. Jason nodded, moaned a little. Yeah. Yeah, that might work.
“Yeah? We can do it tomorrow.” Bax bit on his neck some, rocking against him.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” Damn. He was getting it up again. The water beat down on them, made them both slick and hot. Bax’s hands felt so damned good. So hot. Damn.
“I’m likin’ this place of our own thing.”
“I am, too. It’s damned happy making.” He could see that smile in his head, the one he heard in Bax’s voice. He got his hand around Bax’s prick, not really jacking it, just feeling it.
“Mmm. Jase.” They weren’t neither of them in any hurry. Bax was mostly hard for him, hot, sweet in his hand.
“Yeah. I just want to touch a little.”
“Touching is good, Mini. Real good.” Bax shifted against him, slid against his hand, starting to get wet, and not just from the shower.
His thumb rubbed against the ridge of Bax’s cock, sliding nice and slow, tracing each bump.
“Jason. Christ. Feels so damned good.” Bax had a strong stance, legs spread wide, hips starting to push up. Every movement telegraphed to him how Bax felt. He didn’t have to see it.
He groaned, his cock filling right back up. His Bax. His cowboy. Fuck yes. The very tip of his finger stroked the slit of Bax’s cock.
“Fuck!” Bax almost fell against him, making them both slide on the slick tub.
“Good or bad?” He got one hand around Bax’s hip.
“Good. Good, babe. More.” Those hands clutched at him, pulling him so close the water could barely slide between them.
He straddled Bax’s thigh, belly pressed against the warm side. He slid his hand down, circling the base of Bax’s dick before heading up, rubbing into the slit again.
“Oh, Christ.” His cowboy went crazy for him, pushing against him, and it wasn’t slow and easy anymore. Then Bax got his cock in one hand, squeezing it down against Bax’s thigh, and Jason was flying, too.
He lifted his face and Bax’s mouth crashed down on his, hard as all get out, sending him to the moon.
They moved faster and faster, working to keep their balance, that damned cast clunking against the shower wall.
Didn’t matter. They were too far gone to feel anything but good.
He felt it, all against him, when Bax was fixin’ to go.
He was right on, too, Bax crying out for him, like the man was calling for the gate. “Yeah! Yeah, Jase.”
“I got you. Come on. Come on and ride.” He kept his hand moving, up and down.
“Oh, God.” Bax came for him, just boom, cock jerking in his hand.
Damn, that made him feel tall, like he’d ridden a ninety point ride.
“Jase. I need you to, too. Come on.” Bax pressed down on his cock, rubbing it on the rough, fuzzy skin of Bax’s thigh.
The tip dragged and he bit his tongue, feeling his eyes roll in his head. “Bax…”
His hips snapped and that was all she wrote.
Bang.
“Lord. We might have to go back to bed. Be lazy asses.” Laughing, breathless, Bax hung there against him, just holding on.
“Yup. Lay in the bed like princes and nap.” His belly growled, good and loud.
“We’d best have some breakfast first, huh? Do we ask Missy or make it ourselves?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to see what’s in the kitchen.” Now that? Was damned funny in that sick, sad sorta way.
“Yeah. How about I see and you nod?” Bax smacked his ass, laughing like the fool he was.
“Butthead. I bet there’s cereal.” Hell, Missy was a hell of a lady. There might be biscuits.