Chapter 26 #2
“Then go get a beer. You know where we are.” Letting him go, Bax stepped back, pushing him without a word or a touch.
“Fuck you. I don’t know where they are in the fridge.” He didn’t want to have to search and he didn’t want to look like an idiot and he hated that Bax had to push. He stormed into the kitchen, throwing the fridge door open so fast things rattled violently.
“They’re on the bottom left.” Bax said it quietly, right there behind him. “Jesus, Mini, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t poke you so hard.”
“Don’t.” He reached for them, shaking he was so pissed. He got hold of one of the bottles, before he spun around and slammed it into Bax’s chest. “Here. I’m going to take a walk.”
Somehow.
Jesus.
“No.” Bax took the bottle, but it crashed to the floor, exploding across their boots. Bax pulled him right up and kissed him, and that was like an explosion, too.
Jase snarled, body slamming against Bax, tongue pushing into that hot mouth.
So fucking mad. That tight body against his felt good, right, even through the damned rage.
Bax met him head on, stealing his breath.
His fingers dragged down against Bax’s chest, fingers snagging against the soft shirt, tugging hard.
Bax struggled out of the shirt, letting him have skin, letting him feel.
That was what he needed. Heat and skin and want.
He kept them close together, one hand wrapped around Bax’s arm, the other was on that tight ass. Moaning for him, Bax pushed back, then forward, rubbing up on him. Looked like someone else liked that as much as he did.
Fuck, yeah. Bax smelled good, even if the smell of the beer started swelling up around them.
“Come on, Mini. Let’s get the hell out of this broken glass and go to bed.” It was like Bax could fucking read his mind, dragging him, stumbling and cussing to the bedroom.
“Everything’s so fucking different.” He got his fingers to working on Bax’s buckle.
“I know. I know.” Bax tugged at Jason’s shirt. “I got you. You know that. Come on…”
“I know.” He just couldn’t fucking figure why right now. Not that it mattered. Not at all. He pulled his shirt off, dropped it.
“Oh, damn.” Bax licked at his neck, hands on his chest, then his belly, fingers pulling at the short hairs.
“Uhn.” He went up on tiptoe, cock stiff as all get out. “Jesus, buddy.”
“Yeah. That’s more like it.” Those fingers moved lower, opening his jeans, sliding in to touch his cock. He nodded, spread a little, making an offer. “Jason.” Bax’s hand closed around him tight, pulling him out, stroking.
“More.” He leaned, forehead on Bax’s shoulder, teeth scraping a little.
“You got it.” Yeah, he got it. Bax pulled at him like he was a bull rope, thumb pushing at the tip of his cock. Goddamn.
This sound pushed out of him, Bax’s hand driving him out of his motherfucking mind.
When Bax’s other hand landed on his ass, then pushed down behind to cup his balls, well, he just went nuts.
His hips pushed good and fast, his cock hard enough to pound nails.
He moved like he was riding the rankest bull on earth, just fucking flying.
“Come on, Mini. Let it go. Just let it go.” Bax growled for him, voice low and deep and needing.
Oh, fuck. That was. Oh. Goddamn. He shot so hard his bones rattled.
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking amazing. Love how you smell.”
That might just be the most he’d ever heard Bax say at one time during sex.
He stretched and groaned, shivering as Bax rubbed the cum into his sensitive dick.
“So damned hot, babe. I swear, you’d make a dead man rise.” The words seemed to brush against his ears like they were real things, and he could feel Bax’s smile against his skin, right on his cheek.
“Yeah. You smell too good to be dead.”
That got him a deep old belly laugh, Bax’s hand tightening around him.
“No. I’m pretty much alive and thumping, Mini.”
“Pretty much.” He grinned, pushed up into Bax’s hand a little. “What can I do for you, cowboy?”
“I… Anything you want, Jason.” Hell, as much as Bax liked to be in the driver’s seat, that had to be tough to say, but it meant something, that Bax would let him take the lead.
“Lord, talk about a damn embarrassment of riches.” He reached out, trying to figure out where they were, exactly. “The bed’s behind you?”
“It is. About two feet. Want to hit it?” Bax didn’t move away, didn’t ease him to the bed, just waited, lips and hands moving slow and easy.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He wanted to take some time. Touch and shit.
He levered himself over, moving Bax nice and easy. “When’s the cast come off?”
“Two or three days. I kinda need to call.”
Bax’s hot breath fell on his neck like a blanket.
“You do. I want to touch all of you, you know?” Every fucking inch.
“That’s a hell of a motivation.”
They turned a little, both of them wiggling out of the rest of their clothes so they were skin to skin.
He nodded and grinned, stretching Bax out and straddling strong thighs. He wanted to just touch, just spend his time exploring and not thinking. Holding his hips, Bax let him touch, let him have whatever he need, that hard cock like a brand against his belly.
Jesus, there was so much he’d never known before. He traced each rib, feeling the bumps where things had broke, he found little scars. Bax’s nipples were tiny and tight—there was a little lip at the top of Andy’s bellybutton.
Bax’s hip bones were sharper than he would have thought, and that chest wasn’t near as hairy as his was. A bad scar bisected one pec, and Jason remembered that one, remembered the name of the bull who’d torn right in under Bax’s vest.
Fascinated, he leaned down, tasting the places that he touched, just all caught up in it.
All Bax did was touch him back, murmuring when he hit a really good spot, bucking under him when he brushed hard against Bax’s dick. The man was on fire, skin hot and damp.
He spent a minute on Bax’s cock, nuzzling and touching, and then he moved down. He kissed the soft inner thigh above the cast, stroked the little wrinkledy strip of skin behind Bax’s balls, sucked up little bits of skin on Bax’s ball sac.
“Christ! Jason. Oh, Jesus.” Bax twisted under him, muscles straining. It was like he could feel every one move.
“I got you.” He eased Bax’s legs open, licking behind those tight, soft as a horse’s nose balls. Oh. Oh, damn. That was… Bax was fucking everywhere.
“Okay. Okay. Oh, God.”
Lord, Bax sounded like he’d swallowed a frog.
Jase kept licking, kept sliding down, fascinated by the heat, by the way Bax smelled.
“Jason. I swear… I… Oh, damn.” Bax rode every touch, body straining under his, showing him how every touch made Bax crazy for him.
“Mmmhmm.” His tongue slid over Bax’s hole, his cock wanting to drill through the mattress.
Bax cried out, good leg moving restlessly, hands sliding over his shoulders.
He could feel Bax’s cock, hard as diamonds, and that ass lifted right up to meet him.
Oh. Oh, fuck. Yeah. He kept licking, nuzzling those heavy balls as his tongue searched for more sounds, more of Bax’s need.
He got everything he could want, Bax shouting and shaking, skin so hot he could fry a damned egg on it.
Well, maybe he wouldn’t stop to do that just now.
He got his fingers in on the action, trading them with tongue.
“Jason. Jason, please. I cain’t… I don’t know. Oh, God.” Bax wasn’t pulling away, no matter what that fine mouth said. No, sir. His cowboy was riding it.
He just kept on keeping on, licking and loving and letting Bax feel.
Bax finally pulled him up, pulled him back to that thick cock, hands and voice begging him. “Need to, Jase.”
“Anything.” The smell of his cowboy was driving him out of his fucking mind, the taste when he sucked the heavy cock down even better. Bax lasted maybe three seconds in his mouth, coming hard and deep, filling him up. Lord. He was breathing hard, forehead resting on Bax’s belly. Goddamn.
“Mini. I… Oh, fuck. You liked to did me in.” Bax petted his head, fingers stroking over his cheeks, his mouth.
He kissed Bax’s fingertips, nodding. “That was something.”
“It was. I know it don’t make it all better, but I’m right here.”
“Thank God for small favors, Andy Baxter.”
“Yeah. Yeah, thank God for that, buddy.”
He stayed a bit, breathing. They could go clean the beer up later, before it ate through the vinyl on the floor.