Chapter 2 #2
“You smell good,” he whispered, so low. It was true—it was Ivory soap and leather and musk and it made his mouth dry.
“Yeah, well, you taste good.”
He snorted, the sound strangled as he grabbed Bax’s cock.
“Mmm.” Bax rose up against him, probably going on his tiptoes.
“Pretty, pretty.” Bax was solid in his palm, hot as a brand.
“Want you. I—damn, Mini. Need.”
“Good.” He stroked, up and down, making Bax feel every callus.
“So good. So.” Bax tugged at his shirt.
“So.” If he stripped off, he’d have to lose his prize.
“Mini. I want to touch.”
“Uh-huh. I want everything.” He let go and yanked his shirt off. Then he reached unerringly for that hard flesh he needed.
Bax touched him, sliding those callused hands on his arms, his shoulders, and he moaned his pleasure. “Mmm. Hello.”
He did like Andy Baxter’s hands, no question.
“I swear, you need sun, Mini. You’re gonna glow like Gramps’ ass.”
Butthead man. He didn’t have a lot of time nekkid outside. “We ought to go to Gramps’. Use the pool.”
“Not now.” Bax laughed, pinching one of Jason’s nipples.
“No. No, not now. No pinching, you turd.” He dragged his thumb over Bax’s slit hard enough that the bastard would feel it.
“No?” It became a two-syllable word, the end note rising right up.
Oh now, that was so fun that he did it again.
“Mini!” Bax leaned close, nipping at his lower lip.
His breath hitched in his chest at the sting. “Yeah, Bax?”
“Hot. God, you make me crazy.” Bax went for his buckle like there wasn’t nothing else the man wanted on earth.
Good. Good. He needed that. Needed to be the one who was turning Bax’s knobs. The only one, though he never doubted that. Andy Baxter would kick the ass of any other man who tried to touch him…assuming Jason didn’t get to them first.
He chuckled, stroking up and down, working his thumb over the head of Bax’s cock.
Bax began to squeeze, digging his fingers in and relaxing, over and over.
Jason thought he could hear Bax’s heartbeat, thundering along.
He closed his eyes, focusing on touch and smell, on the way Bax moaned.
He reached around with his free hand so he could grab that tight, hard ass.
Bax might not be riding now, but he worked out daily with Jason, and it showed.
The extra weight, the extra muscle—it suited Bax down to the bone.
He squeezed both his handfuls, humming at the way Bax danced for him.
“Don’t you stop, man. I need this.”
Jason didn’t have any intention of stopping. No, sir, he was going to see this to the very end. “Got no reason to stop.”
“And a million to keep going.” Bax shoved down Jason’s jeans, so now both of them would fall right over if they tried to move.
“Uh-huh.” Eyes open. Balance. Stroke. Focus.
“Shhh. I got you, Mini. I ain’t gonna let you fall.”
He fucking loved that, how Bax knew. They were damn in tune these days. Bax slid one arm around him, solid as a rock.
“Not even when I make you shoot?”
Bax grunted, pushing into his hand. “Nope. I’m like a mountain.”
“Mmhmm. A mountain with peaks.” He stroked like he knew Bax needed it, base to tip.
That made Bax chuckle, humping hard, begging with that whole body. He swore he could smell how much Bax needed. He felt it, too, the tiny drops Bax released coating his fingers.
He lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, before going back to work.
“Oh, fuck.” Bax squeezed him so tight that he lost the ability to breathe a moment.
“Kiss me. Kiss me, Bax.”
Bax kissed him, giving him everything he needed. Those lips felt so hot yet soft, and Bax pushed in with his tongue, fucking Jason’s mouth. He matched the rhythm, jacking Bax steadily.
“Mmm.” Bax kept one arm around him but reached down to grasp his cock with the other, so he gasped, fighting to keep his balance. Bax held him strong, keeping him from tipping. “I said I got you.”
“I know. Thank God.” If they fell, they’d rip each other’s dicks off.
Bax huffed out a laugh, rubbing him harder, then shifting suddenly so their cocks were together.
“Oh.” That pressure was better, the feel of Bax’s shaft alongside his stealing his breath.
“Uhn. Uh-huh.”
Together they made everything feel bigger, wilder. Better. He knew both of them were going to come soon, and Jason held on, clinging to Bax. He closed his eyes because he had to.
“I have you. Come on. Come on, Mini.”
“Bax!” He let go, shooting hard, letting Bax keep him upright.
“Yes.” The sharp word was bitten out. Bax was right there, and as soon as he finished, Jason felt Bax’s wet heat spill onto his arm.
He swayed, sucking in sex-filled air. Damn, that felt good.
“Uhn.” Bax licked his lips, loving on him slow and steady.
Lord, he was dizzy as all get out and it felt so good. “Uh-huh.”
“God, yes. Okay, Mini. Open your eyes and hold my shoulders, huh?” Bax eased down to push off his boots and jeans.
He wasn’t having kinky thoughts about Bax on his knees. He wasn’t. “Mmm.”
“Hush, you.” Bax laughed, breath hot on his thighs.
“Hmm?” He went for innocent, because that was all he had.
“Right.” Bax got all the extra clothes off them, then stood again. “Safe now.”
He went for a bull-rider pose, all spread and cocked hips. “Am I?”
“You are. Amazing, too.” Bax petted his belly.
Jason flushed, then pulled Bax up. “Let’s eat and build our energy up for round two.”
See him, see him be daring as all fuck.
“I like it.” Bax laughed right out loud, the sound relaxed and happy.
“Aren’t we happy as a dog with two tails?”
“Yep. I feel amazing.” Bax took his hand, leading him to go sit on the bed. “I’ll grab the feast.”
“Perfect.” He pushed the sheets around, making what felt like a decent place to serve the food.
Flat, at least. Both he and Bax sucked at making the bed.
After all, folks just unmade it every damn day, didn’t they?
Yes. Yes, they did. Seemed like a big old waste of time, even when a feller could see it.
“I cain’t believe we’re fixin’ to eat sitting here all nekkid.” Bax sounded tickled as all get out.
“I won’t tell.” He wanted to see it so bad.
“No. I’m not sharing this. This is all mine.”
He reached out, and Bax took his hand.
“I mean it, Mini. I wanted this so long and I finally got my shits together. I’m never letting go.”
He grinned, and it spread on his face until his cheeks hurt. “Promise.”
“I swear to God.”
That was enough for him, wasn’t it? Yessir.
The food suddenly smelled and tasted way better than it had in the truck.
He could live with that.