Page 45 of Leading the Blind
Jason painted his lips with that sticky finger then brought them together in a playful kiss.
They needed to take this good mood into the ride today. Keep the wave going. Jason rode better when he was confident and relaxed.
He kissed Jason easily, slowly, making sure he got all the syrup. He loved this, how Jason opened up, offered him everything like it was easy. Bax guessed it was. Loving Jason was easy as falling off a bull, so maybe it worked both ways.
“I do like breakfasts like this.” Jason leaned back and cut a clumsy bite of pancake, humming as he managed to get it in his mouth.
“Me too, babe. I love pancakes.”I love that you trust me.
“You and me both, cowboy.” Jason got him, heard him—and Bax knew it.
He kissed that mouth one more time before stealing a bite. Good thing he still worked out with Jase.
“They’re good, huh? The butter is the best part.”
“It is. All melty.” Hotel butter was the best. Some things just didn’t taste the same at home.
His phone buzzed, and he grabbed it, checking his texts.Coke. Shit.
Coming up.
“Dammit.”
“What?” Jason was already starting to frown. “Is someone coming up? Tell them we need ten minutes.”
“I’ll try, but it’s Gramps.”
Give us a few to get dressed.
No problem. I’ll grab coffees.
“He’s getting coffee. That will take half an hour.”
Thx
“Thank you. I got pancakes, and I want to finish them, dammit.”
“I want that too.” Gramps was a good guy, but he worried about Mini too damn much. He had all this pent-up guilt.
“Gramps is fucking obsessed.” And it sounded like Mini was getting tired of it.
“He means well.” Bax leaned over to fork up pancakes and syrup. “Open up, baby.”
Those lips parted like a dream, making his belly tight for a second. Then he popped the bite in, and Jason hummed, smiling again.
The mood swings were disappearing these days. That meant things in that hard head were improving, he thought.
He kept hoping that Mini would wake up and suddenly see again, but it ain’t happened yet.
Most likely wouldn’t. He’d been reading and reading online. Braille. Seeing-eye dogs. Canes. Adaptive tech and shit. Jason could have it all soon as he won.
Then they had a whole fucking lifetime to be together.
“Hey, can a guy get another bite?” Jason did theahhhmouth.
“So demanding.” Feeding him did go faster.
“That’s me. Demanding. Feed me. Love up on me.”
