Everything Changes (13 page)

“Plus,” Jase continued, “sex with a man isn’t like sex with a woman. There’s a lot more involved, a lot more prep. We need to take it slow, Carey, ease into it, okay? And I need to be sure this is really what you want.”

Carey finally bit his lip, looking up into Jase’s eyes. “Well, like I said, I trust you, Jase. And it
is
what I want. For whatever reason it just feels—right with you. And I want to get naked and do whatever we can without a condom. Now. Right now.”

Jase caught his breath. “Well, that would be my
very
great pleasure,” he said huskily. “Let’s get these off.” He tugged at Carey’s shorts.

“You first,” Carey said. “Stand by the bed and take them off, slowly.”

“Bossy,” Jase muttered, but his eyes flared with heat as he complied. “Let me just say, Carey, when you decide to do something, you go all in. It’s sexy.”

“That’s why you love me.” Carey grinned. He frowned as Jase turned his head away and took a deep breath. “Jase?” When Jase turned back around, his eyes were just as carefree and teasing as they were a minute ago.

“You got that right.” He winked. “Okay, one strip show, coming right up.”

Jase grazed his hands down his thighs slowly in an exaggerated manner before dragging them back up, his fingers framing the bulge between his legs briefly before coming to rest at the button of his shorts. Carey watched hungrily as he slowly worked the button free with his long, graceful fingers, then grasped the tab of his zipper, pulling it oh so slowly down. He spread the placket apart, revealing a glimpse of the black briefs beneath before sliding one hand inside and cupping himself, thrusting his hips forward.

“Damn, Jase,” Carey panted. “You have a stripper pole hidden in here somewhere? You’re
way
too good at this.”

Jase bit his lower lip seductively. “I just like seeing how flushed your face is getting by watching me. No way am I gonna rush this. I still can’t believe—” He broke off.

“Yeah, yeah, neither can I,” Carey said impatiently. “Can we talk about it later?”

A troubled look crossed Jase’s face briefly, but he hooked his fingers under his shorts and briefs and eased them down slowly, his cock slowly becoming visible, then springing free, slapping his belly. Carey’s mouth fell open, and heat rushed through him as Jase kicked the clothing off, pushing it aside with his foot. He held his arms out to the side, grinning impishly at Carey.

“Well?”

“Damn,” Carey breathed. “You’re beautiful, Jase.” With his eyes he traced Jase’s body from head to toe, the lean muscles, ridged abdomen, pecs topped by prominent brown nipples. His cock was framed by a trimmed mat of pubic hair.

“You keep looking at me like that, this ain’t gonna last long,” Jase growled. Carey smirked, then twirled his finger in a turn-around motion.

“I feel like a piece of meat,” Jase grumbled good-naturedly, but turned in a slow circle. Carey’s mouth watered as he took in Jase’s broad shoulders and muscular back, tapering in a perfect V into slim hips and high, round buttocks. Carey was a little bemused at how looking at another man’s body was revving him up, but it was. It was just… Jase. Carey already knew how beautiful he was on the inside; now he knew how stunning he was on the outside too.

Using his support leg and his arms, he pulled himself to the edge of the bed and sat up, crooking his finger at Jase.

“Come here.”

Jase’s eyes flared hot, and he took the few steps necessary to reach the edge of the bed. Carey reached up slowly and moved his hands onto Jase’s hips, stroking over the hipbones lightly before tugging him forward to stand between his legs.

“I just want to touch you,” he said hoarsely. “Is that okay?”

Jase smoothed Carey’s hair back from his forehead, his fingertips achingly gentle. “Touch me,” he said simply. He stood quietly, playing with Carey’s hair while Carey ran his palms over Jase’s abdomen and up to his chest, marveling at the feel of hair-roughened skin and ridged muscle, so different from anybody he’d ever touched like this. He danced his thumbs lightly over Jase’s turgid nipples, circling them, enjoying how his eyes darkened and his face flushed.

“You like that?” he asked, watching Jase’s face, and when he nodded, Carey pinched them lightly, a flash of heat going through him as Jase’s lips parted in a small gasp.

Carey left Jase’s nipples reluctantly, continuing to explore with his hands, drifting back down Jase’s body until his fingertips were brushing the hair on either side of the other man’s straining erection. Carey could feel the heat radiating off of it, and he stroked lightly over it with the back of one hand.

“I—I don’t know what to do,” he said. Jase reached down and grasped Carey’s hand in his, squeezing lightly before bringing their joined hands to his cock.

“Sure you do,” he rasped. “Touch me. Touch me how you like to be touched. I just want to feel your hands on me.”

Carey let Jase wrap his fingers around the velvety steel of his cock, moving Carey’s hand up and down in a familiar rhythm encouragingly before letting go and placing his hands lightly on Carey’s shoulders. They both watched as Carey stroked Jase tentatively at first and then with more boldness, his touch growing more confident and firm. Carey marveled at the feel of Jase’s cock, so familiar, but at the same time the length and girth so different than his own. He watched as a bead of clear fluid welled up in the slit on the plump head, and he caught it on his thumb, smearing it up and down the length of Jase’s erection, using it for lubrication.

Low groans were coming from the back of Jase’s throat as Carey picked up the pace, his free hand coming up to cradle Jase’s heavy balls, squeezing and rolling lightly.

“Fuck, Carey,” Jase gasped. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.” Carey sure wasn’t ready for this to be over, so he eased off, watching in fascination as Jase’s cock bobbed a little in time with his heartbeat.

“What do you want to do?” Carey asked, looking to Jase for direction. Jase tilted Carey’s head up and played his lips lightly across Carey’s, a hint of tongue painting dampness across them.

“I’d love to get a little more up close and personal with you,” Jase murmured, bringing one hand down to cup Carey’s crotch suggestively. “Show you some of my more, er, hidden talents.”

He knelt down in front of Carey, easing his shorts and underwear down and off.

“Lean back on your hands,” Jase whispered, leaning forward to kiss Carey’s stomach.

Carey did, but not before twitching a corner of the top sheet over to cover his stump. Jase raised his eyebrows, then pulled it back off. Carey tugged on it again before Jase yanked it firmly out of his hands and tossed the whole sheet to the floor.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

Carey shifted uncomfortably. “I thought that maybe you wouldn’t want to see my stump so close to your… while you’re….”

“What?” Jase’s voice was bemused. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, the last couple times that I was with a…. Well, she didn’t want to see it, said the scars on my leg freaked her out, so I just thought….”

Jase placed his hands on Carey’s thighs and said flatly, “What the
hell
kind of silly bitches are you dating anyway?”

Carey smiled slightly. “She was actually a very sweet, highly educated woman. I liked her, but she couldn’t get past the sight of my leg while we were in bed. She couldn’t help it, Jase. She tried, she really did, but I just…. It fizzled out from there. And that wasn’t the first time that that happened. I kind of—gave up after a while. It’s a lot to take. I don’t blame them.”

“Well, I fucking do! You got this”—Jase smoothed his hand over Carey’s naked stump—“in service of our country. You were a hero that day, Carey.” Jase leaned down and trailed his lips gently over the scarred skin, his tongue caressing the ridges gently. “And there’s nothing about you, nothing, that I don’t find so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

Carey caught his breath, lowering his hand to smooth over Jase’s hair. Emotion overwhelmed him as he watched Jase worship the part of him Carey found so ugly, so distasteful. He’d honestly not blamed the women for being turned off by it;
he
hated the sight of it. But seeing Jase kiss him there without hesitation, so gently, so lovingly, Carey was able to let go of the hurt that had festered deep inside, the implication he hadn’t been whole, hadn’t been good enough. For the first time in a long time, he felt beautiful and cherished for who he was.

“Jase,” he said achingly, ghosting his fingers over Jase’s stubbled cheek. Jase caught his hand and kissed the palm, then stood up on his knees, taking Carey’s mouth with his in a slow, deep, sensual kiss, pressing Carey back until he was leaning on his hands.

“Stay just like this,” Jase instructed softly.

Hooking his hand under the knee of Carey’s leg, he brought it up so that Carey’s heel was resting on the edge of the bed, opening him wide. Jase kissed the inside of his upraised knee, then trailed his lips and tongue down Carey’s thigh until he reached the crease between Carey’s leg and groin, his mouth brushing lightly against the sensitive skin.

“Mmmm,” Jase hummed, “so sexy.” He nuzzled his nose against Carey’s balls, and Carey caught his breath, the sight of a man between his legs like this so foreign. Jase kissed and licked up the length of his erection, pausing over the tip, his eyes glinting wickedly before he mouthed the weeping head lightly, letting Carey feel the moistness of his inner lips, watching his face the whole time.

“Jase, please,” Carey rasped, his hips involuntarily lifting, chasing Jase’s mouth.

Jase chuckled, grasping Carey’s hips and holding them still before leaning down and taking Carey’s cock deep into the back of his throat. Carey arched his back with a moan, tipping his head back toward the bed, his mouth falling open. Jase started a rhythm, bobbing up and down on Carey’s cock, following behind with one hand, stroking, twisting, spreading saliva from base to tip. He sucked strongly on the head, flicking his tongue around and around the ridge.

“Christ, Jase,” Carey groaned. “You’re gonna kill me. That feels so fucking good.”

It was unlike any blowjob he’d ever had, not that there had really been that many. It was rough and hot and wet. Jase took him deep, holding him in the back of his throat before swallowing several times, the heat and pressure making Carey grit his teeth, digging his fingers into the mattress to try to stave off the orgasm that was welling in his balls, causing them to draw up tight against his body.

“Jase,” Carey gasped, his chest heaving, “you’re gonna get a mouthful if you don’t stop.”

Jase came off of his cock with a release of suction and a loud, wet pop. He stood up on his knees again and pressed his swollen lips to Carey’s ear, murmuring, “Gimme,” before dropping back down and taking Carey’s cock to the root, cupping his aching balls with the long fingers of one hand rolling and massaging them in time with the up-and-down motions of his head.

Carey fell down on the bed flat on his back, his heel digging into the mattress as he thrust up into Jase’s mouth, that hot, tormenting mouth, threading the fingers of both hands through Jase’s thick hair to hold him still. Carey fucked Jase hard, stuttering moans breaking from his lips as his orgasm bore down on him like a freight train.

Suddenly Jase slid one finger between Carey’s ass cheeks and rubbed firmly against the puckered skin of his asshole, and just like that, it was over. Carey arched his back off the bed as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life, his cock pulsing, throbbing, shooting his come deep into Jase’s throat. Carey could feel Jase swallowing around him, drinking him down, and it was so fucking sexy that Carey felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure. He lay there helplessly, sobbing for breath as Jase licked him clean, slowly, sensually, little sounds of praise and encouragement humming from his throat.

Carey lifted his head and looked down his body, watching as Jase released his spent cock from between his lips and started kissing his way up Carey’s torso until he was level with Carey’s head. He reclined on an elbow next to him, one hand rubbing soothingly up and down Carey’s chest, easing him. Carey reached up and brushed Jase’s sweaty hair off of his forehead.

“Wow,” he said weakly. Jase chuckled low in his throat and bent down to kiss Carey lightly.

“What about you?” Carey asked tentatively. “I don’t think I can—”

“Here,” Jase said, taking Carey’s hand and bringing it down to Jase’s cock, which was hard and straining and dripping wet. “Touch me just like this. It won’t take long. I’m almost there just from sucking you off.”

Carey took Jase firmly in hand, pushing him to his back and leaning down over him, determined to bring him as much aching pleasure as he possibly could. He jacked him firmly, roughly, twisting his palm over the head on the upstroke.

Jase moaned, one hand going up to grip the back of Carey’s neck. “That’s it. Just like that. Oh yes, that’s so good.”

It didn’t take long before Jase was coming, ropes of semen splashing over his stomach and chest, coating Carey’s hand. Carey stroked him through it, milking Jase’s cock of every last drop, fascinated with the sight of his pleasure, the feel of an unfamiliar cock in his own hand, the trembling of Jase’s body and the sight of his face, openmouthed in ecstasy. He was beautiful.

Jase relaxed back onto the bed, his chest heaving, and Carey dropped his forehead to Jase’s shoulder.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that,” he said, his voice shaking with a combination of laughter and horror.

“Good, huh?” Jase grinned up at him, his fingers stroking Carey’s cheek lightly.

“Oh yeah,” Carey said fervently. He rolled to his back next to Jase, letting Jase lace their fingers together as they lay there recovering.

Finally Jase pushed up one elbow, looking down into Carey’s face seriously.

“Carey,” he began. “We need to talk about this,” they finished in unison, both of them snorting with laughter. Jase pushed against Carey’s shoulder. “I’m not that predictable, am I?”

Carey grinned up at him. “You always want to ‘talk about stuff,’” he mocked, complete with air quotes. “I’m gonna need to see your man card, dude.”