Everything Changes (26 page)

Jase grabbed himself a beer from the refreshment table, and when he turned around, Carey was standing there.

“You want something to drink?” Jase asked awkwardly, and Carey shook his head.

“No, I’m good.”

Jase fiddled with his beer bottle for a moment before setting it down practically untouched, and he muttered, “Guess I’ll go change real quick. Be right back, okay?”

He glanced at Carey as he spoke, and he caught his breath at the heat that started to burn in Carey’s eyes at his words.

“I think you probably need help with that,” Carey murmured. He took Jase’s arm and practically dragged him to the dressing room, making a show of locking the door before advancing on Jase until he was pressed up against him.

“Carey, what—” Jase began, and Carey stopped his words with his lips, kissing Jase deeply and thoroughly, until they were both panting.

“I need you,” Carey said achingly, reaching out and sweeping his palms up Jase’s chest, pushing Jase’s T-shirt up over his head. He leaned in and kissed Jase’s chest, nuzzling his nose against him, breathing deeply. “I missed you.”

Jase moaned, all of his better judgment melting away. It had been so long….

“Take these off,” Carey ordered, his voice hoarse as his fingers danced over Jase’s leather-clad thighs, cupping the bulge of his crotch.

“Easier said than done with this huge boner I’m now sporting thanks to you,” Jase said drily, wrestling the stupid leather pants down his legs, wincing as his swollen cock caught and pulled on the stiff material. Finally he kicked them away, his dick suddenly at full mast as he caught sight of the hungry look in Carey’s eyes.

“Lean back against the wall.”

Jase did, his breath hitching as Carey stepped closer and insinuated his knee between Jase’s legs, pushing them apart, skimming his hands around to Jase’s ass and gripping hard.

“You and this fucking thong,” Carey hissed, his fingers tracing the fabric between Jase’s buttocks, one fingertip lingering over Jase’s entrance and pressing. Jase gasped. “What I want to do right now is bend you over that table, pull this aside—” Carey snapped the material sharply against his hole, and Jase felt his cock pulse dangerously. “—and fuck you until you scream.” Carey swallowed Jase’s whimper, pressing his thigh against Jase’s balls and rolling in sensuous circles.

“Oh God, fuck yes,” Jase groaned, his head thumping back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. “I need you to fuck me, baby, please.”

Carey dropped to his knees, and Jase opened his eyes as his prosthetic made a hollow thumping sound as it hit the ground. He briefly worried about whether Carey was comfortable kneeling down there, but in the next instant, that thought fled as Carey mouthed along the front of his thong, his hot breath bleeding through the thin material and setting Jase’s cock on fire.

“I’ve wanted to do this since that first time I saw you in this fucking thing,” Carey growled. “Stupid scrap of fabric, barely holding you in, so sexy I almost came in my pants. I wanted to bury my nose and mouth against you… just like this.”

He pressed his open mouth to Jase’s balls and sucked him through the fabric, and Jase cried out sharply, his hips involuntarily starting to move in slow circles, massaging himself against Carey’s face.

“Then I wanted to peel it down, oh so slowly, like I’m unwrapping a present,” Carey purred, doing just that.

He worked the front of the thong down until he could snug it under Jase’s balls, causing his erection to jut forward obscenely. He was enormously swollen, the tip slick with arousal. Jase nearly came at the sight of Carey looking up at him from on his knees, his lips so close to Jase’s dick that Jase could feel his breath.

“Oh God,” Carey breathed, darting his tongue out to lick the fluid away. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.”

He swirled his tongue around the head of Jase’s cock, lapping up the precome that was running freely. Jase didn’t dare move, didn’t dare do what he wanted to do, which was grasp Carey’s head in his hands and ram his aching cock down his throat. He pressed his palms to the wall behind him, his chest heaving, a light sheen of sweat springing up around his hairline as Carey played and teased. Jase let him have his fun, knowing this was a huge step for him. He couldn’t help a small bump of his hips, though, as Carey mouthed the tip of his cock, taking it inside that hot, wet mouth and sucking lightly.

“You’re killing me, Gorgeous,” Jase rasped. “I love what you’re doing to me.”

“Mmmm?” Carey hummed, the vibration shooting to Jase’s balls and causing them to draw up tightly.

“Fuck, Carey, stop,” Jase gasped, pulling him back. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me. Stop, baby.” He leaned down and helped Carey to his feet, hauling him close and kissing him desperately, tasting the tang of himself on Carey’s lips and almost coming again.

“Lube and condoms, in my bag,” Jase croaked. Carey nipped at his lower lip and slapped his bare ass sharply before pulling the thong back up.

“Go bend over that table,” he ordered, moving to Jase’s locker and rummaging in the messenger bag. Jase walked on shaky legs to the little table against the opposite wall, bending over, grasping the opposite edge.

He heard Carey behind him, the rustle and rasp of pants being undone, then the snap of the top of a lube bottle being opened. He moaned, pushing his ass back toward where Carey was standing. “Need you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”

Carey stepped closer until Jase could feel the front of his thighs press against the backs of his own. Carey’s hands stroked over Jase’s buttocks, plumping and squeezing, pulling on the thong string, making Jase moan.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Carey growled. “Spread your legs.” Jase widened his stance, and Carey snapped the thong twice against Jase’s hole before yanking it to the side, finding and pressing slick fingers against his entrance, rubbing against the hypersensitive skin.

Jase pushed back against Carey’s fingers, flexing his entrance, trying to draw him in. He whimpered as Carey pushed a fingertip inside him, swirling it, pulling it back out, and then suddenly thrusting it deep. Jase arched up off the table at the burn and stretch, breathing openmouthed through the pleasure/pain as Carey added a second finger, twisted them wickedly, spread them inside Jase, opening him up.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Carey panted. “Are you ready?” Jase could hear the sound of the little foil packet, the snap of the latex.

“Fuck yes. Take me,” Jase grunted, spreading his legs more as he felt Carey press the head of his cock to his entrance, slowly pushing until the plump tip was inside him. Carey hissed.

“So tight, Jase, so hot,” he ground out. “This won’t last long.”

He started a slow thrust and retreat, opening Jase up slowly and carefully until he was fully seated inside, their balls pressed together. Carey leaned over Jase’s back, and Jase reveled in the weight of Carey’s body holding him down, his cock throbbing deep inside him.

“You look like such a little slut, Jase,” Carey growled. “Bent over, spread wide, underwear yanked aside so you can get fucked.” As he spoke he gave a sharp thrust against Jase’s sweet spot, making them both moan.

“God, Carey, you’re so fucking dirty,” Jase grated. “I love it. Fuck me hard, baby!” He bumped his hips back, fucking himself onto Carey’s cock, his grip tightening on the table as Carey slammed into him hard, his hips slapping against Jase’s ass, his balls swinging forward to tap Jase’s.

It only took a dozen more strokes like that before they were both coming, the throbbing of Carey’s cock and his guttural moans sending Jase over the edge as he came without even touching his own dick, the warm pulses of come filling up the inside of the thong and running down to pool under his balls. He felt Carey reach around and rub, his fingers massaging the wetness, groaning into Jase’s ear what a slut he was, how much Carey loved fucking him.

Then he wrapped Jase up in his arms, his still-hard cock deep inside Jase’s ass, as he whispered in his ear. “And I love you, Jase. I love you so much.”

S
EVERAL
HOURS
later, Jase and Carey collapsed wearily on the couch in Jase’s living room, sprawling there bonelessly. Jase leaned down and untied his boots, kicking them off, wiggling his toes in relief.

“Fuck, I’m tired,” he groaned. He looked at his watch, groaning again when he realized it was 3:00 a.m.

“You want to sleep, or you want to talk?” Carey asked, scooting closer to lay his head on Jase’s shoulder, his hand resting high on Jase’s thigh. Jase slid his arm around him, pulling him close.

Jase took a deep breath, determined to get the worst part out of the way first. He reached over with his free hand and laced his fingers with Carey’s, his thumb smoothing over the back of Carey’s hand.

“About Jayden,” he said. “Nothing happened with him, Carey, since you left. I never touched him, I swear.”

“I know,” Carey said.

“I was going to tonight, as you could plainly see,” Jase said with difficulty. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“You needed me and I haven’t been here,” Carey said gently. “Tonight your adrenaline was raging, you were lonely. He was here and I wasn’t, and you had no reason to believe that I would be.”

“Carey—”

“Jase, stop. It’s okay. Nothing happened.”

“But it was going to, Carey. I fully intended on—”

“Don’t need details, Jase,” Carey said drily. It was his turn to take a deep breath. “I—uh, I’m kind of living in a glass house here, so I have no right to throw stones at you.”

“What?” Jase asked, bewildered.

“Well, I met this girl a few weeks ago. Her name is Jodi—”

Jase listened in disbelief as Carey told him about some neighbor of his he’d apparently dated for a few weeks. His jaw clenched when Carey admitted kissing her as some sort of experiment, but he held his tongue, knowing he’d sound like the worst sort of hypocrite if he made a stink over it, considering what had almost happened tonight with that fucking Jayden.

As much as he tried to tamp it down, his tone was still terse as he asked, “What happened after you kissed her?”

“She could tell that I wasn’t into her and asked me why, and I told her it was because I was already in love with my best friend.”

Jase sighed. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of hearing that.

“She helped me to realize it’s you I want, Jase.” Carey continued, scooting closer again, his hand coming up to Jase’s cheek to stroke it lightly. “I was blinded by your manliness,” he teased. “Literally.”

Jase took Carey’s hand in his and kissed the palm. “What do you mean?”

“When I met her, I kept thinking that Jodi was perfect. She seemed like everything I’d ever wanted in someone,” Carey began, placing his fingers over Jase’s lips when he opened his mouth to speak. “Let me talk, Jase. And that evening at my apartment, when I kissed her, I realized that I already
had
everything I’d ever wanted. I’ve had it for years. And I’m sorry that I was so blind that I didn’t see it, I didn’t see
you
.”

Carey stroked Jase’s lips gently. “Even if I’d met Jodi first, I still would have fallen in love with you.
You’re
the one I fell in love with because you’re the one perfect for me in every way. Since you happen to be a man, it took me a little while to come to terms with that. Never in all my life would I have imagined falling in love with another man.”

Carey leaned in and kissed him gently. “But you’re the one that I want, Jase. You’re my best friend, and now you’re my lover. It doesn’t get any more perfect than that,” he whispered, and Jase thought he just might float away on a cloud of happiness.

“Are you really staying, Carey?” he asked hoarsely, cupping the back of Carey’s neck and pressing their foreheads together.

“I’m staying because I love you. We’ll take it one day at a time, right?”

“Carey, baby, if today turns out to be all you can give me, I will still die a happy man,” Jase said fervently. “Just hearing you say you love me—”

He had to stop and kiss Carey hungrily, drinking in the taste of him and the feel of him in his arms again after those lonely months. He forced himself to pull back, gratified to see Carey was as flushed and breathing as hard as he was as a result of their kiss.

“But what about your work, Carey?” he asked gently. “It’s so much a part of who you are. I don’t want you to give that up for me.”

“I spoke to Bill before I left,” Carey said. “He’s willing to keep me on as a part-time employee, and he’d like me to come to the ranch and work one weekend retreat a month. There are a couple of guys he’s willing to consider to take over for the assistant camp manager job, but he’d like me to be available for the peer counseling.”

Jase was relieved. “That’s good, Carey. I know working with amputees is important to you.”

“The VA is hiring here too, and I’ve already spoken to them. I have an interview set up for next week. I figured that maybe we’d have come up for air by then.” With a soft growl, Carey pushed Jase back against the couch and swung his leg over to straddle Jase’s lap. He threaded his fingers into Jase’s hair, pulling his head back, his lips caressing the side of Jase’s neck.

“Mmmm,” Jase moaned, his hands going to Carey’s hips. “I missed you, Carey. I love you.”

Carey kissed his way up to Jase’s ear, tracing the shell of it with the tip of his tongue before whispering, “I love you too, Jase. So much.”

E
PILOGUE

“H
EY
,
BABE
,”
Carey shouted toward the kitchen. “Can you grab Quinn another beer on your way back?”

There was no answer from the kitchen, and Carey sighed heavily. “He’s probably got his ear buds in, listening to a track and writing some more lyrics.”

“Let the man
work,”
Bryan boomed. “He’s gonna make us some serious bank with those songs, dude.”

“Yeah, well, he can take a day off to watch the fucking Super Bowl,” Carey groused, but he was smiling. When Jase was in full songwriting mode, nothing would distract him. Except maybe Carey naked.