Page 80 of Furious
“Shit.” Jax pressed against him like he was trying to burrow into his soul, and Tristan dipped his head, capturing those plump lips as he slowly pumped his hand. Having Jax in his arms, in his bed, wanting this, blushing and needy and all Tristan’s, was almost too heady for words. He knew hewouldn’t last long, especially as the kiss turned dirty.
While Tristan didn’t want this to be a long session, he also didn’t want it over in less than a minute. Focusing, he picked up speed, and Jax whined into his mouth.
Running the tip of his tongue over Jax’s piercing, Tristan tried not to lose himself in the feeling of Jax’s cock against his, because the throbbing slickness combined with the warm sensuality had his brain oozing out of his ears.
Jax had a similar reaction, his whine turning into a ragged groan as his hands scrabbled, eventually resting on Tristan’s shoulders,
Squeezing his fist, Tristan pumped faster, and Jax twitched once before he came without warning, the shaft against Tristan’s turning to steel before it pulsed.
Jax let out short cries, soaking Tristan and his hand, but Tristan was too far gone to notice because just hearing Jax’s pleasure was enough for him. Grunting, he broke the kiss, gasping for air as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, and he spilled over them both.
“O-Oh…” Tristan’s chest heaved as he looked down at the puddle between them.
“I’m impressed,” Jax swiped a finger through a splotch on his stomach, popping it into his mouth and humming.
“I-I’m,” Tristan tried to speak, but all thought flew out of his head as the doorbell rang.
“That’s our food! I’ll get it,” Jax carefully rolled onto his back, but there was no way someone so lovely and naked should be anywhere but in Tristan’s bed.
“N-No,” Tristan put a hand on his chest. “Stay here.”
“Okay.” With an amused grin, Jax put his hands behind his head, relaxing as Tristan grabbed a t-shirt off the floor.
Wiping down, Tristan put on a robe and fetched the food. Once he returned, he cleaned Jax with a warm washcloth, found him a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that he’d left there, and they had dinner at the kitchen counter, once again talking like old friends.
By the time they finished the meal and the rest of the chrysanthemum tea, they were both beyond tired and quickly went back to bed, resting ineach other’s arms.
Jax nodded off quickly, but Tristan stayed awake, staring at him for a while, grateful that out of all of today’s possible outcomes, he’d landed on the best one, and his last thought as he fell asleep was that he wanted to wake up to Jax’s face every day for the rest of his life.
“F-Fuck!”
Jax’s voice, along with his movement, ripped Tristan from sleep and he woke instantly, as if he’d just heard a bear outside his tent.
“Wassah matter?” Rubbing his eyes, he stared down at Jax in the early morning light, noting the pain that twisted his features, and panic sliced through Tristan’s system.
“I pushed too much too soon.” Jax spoke through gritted teeth. “And I’m back to hurting like I was a few days ago.”
“What can I do?” Adrenaline had him wide-awake, and guilt crawled up his body, settling across his shoulders.
“Do you have an ice pack?” Shifting, Jax let out a short cry and then settled.
“Of course.” Rising in a way that didn’t jostle the mattress, Tristan ran to the freezer and back in record time, holding out several ice packs for Jax to choose from.
“W-Wow.” He took the large, flat one, sliding it under his back.
“I’m a hiker who had an injured knee, why wouldn’t I have a selection?” Tristan put the rest aside. “Anything else?”
Jax gestured at his clothes, which were draped over the back of a chair. “There’s a bag with acetaminophen and gummies in my pants.”
“That’s good thinking, carrying an emergency supply.” Tristan found them, got a glass of water, and helped Jax sit up so he could take everything.
“Thanks.” The love in Jax’s eyes shone through the anger. “Hang out with me until the meds work?”
“Of course.” Lying on his side next to Jax, Tristan bent an arm, restinghis head in his hand.
“I hate this,” Jax said after a long moment, blinking away tears. “I’m happy about us, but I feel like I can’t enjoy it, like I can’t enjoy anything anymore. All my happiness is dampened by pain.”
His forlorn tone touched Tristan’s heart. “Jax…”
