Page 41 of Everything Changes

“Shhh,” Jase said, bringing one arm around Carey’s waist to pull him flush against Jase’s body, pushing Carey’s sunglasses up on top of his head with the other hand, then drifting down to cup his cheek.

Their gazes met, and Jase felt lost in the depths of Carey’s incredible blue eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jase breathed, and Carey opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Jase covered his lips with his, stopping his words.

Mindful of where they were, Jase kept the kiss fairly chaste, just brushing their parted lips together, sipping at Carey’s mouth, feeling the heat and moistness, giving him a hint of tongue. After a moment of surprise, Carey wrapped his arms around Jase’s neck so they were plastered together from chest to hip as they kissed lazily, the heat banked and just under the surface, both of them enjoying the closeness and gentle affection.

Jase finally pulled back, his fingertips passing over Carey’s full lips once and then twice.

“Let’s go home, baby, okay?” At Carey’s nod, Jase leaned in and gave him one final peck before taking his hand again and pulling him back out onto the zoo path. This time there was no pulling away, Carey twining his fingers firmly with Jase’s as they ambled along, oblivious to anything but each other.

JASE AND Carey stumbled inside Jase’s apartment, keys and wallets and sunglasses dropping haphazardly to the floor as they clutched each other, straining to get closer. Jase thrust his hands down the back of Carey’s shorts and gripped his ass, fingers digging into the muscular cheeks as he pulled Carey’s groin against his, their steel-hard cocks grinding against each other. Carey moaned, gripping the back of Jase’s neck as they devoured each other’s mouths. Jase slipped his finger into Carey’s crease and rubbed teasingly around his entrance.

“Please, Carey,” Jase gasped. “Let me—please? I need you, need to be inside you.” He pushed his fingertip insistently at the stubborn muscles of Carey’s hole, pressing and retreating. “I’ll be slow and gentle. Please.” Jase could hear the desperation in his own voice, but the urge to claim Carey, to make him his, to be where no one had ever been, was so strong Jase felt choked with it.

Jase could feel how tense Carey was, and he stopped what he was doing, taking Carey’s hand and leading him to the couch, pushing him down and then straddling his lap.

He put his lips to Carey’s ear, his tongue tracing the shell before he asked hotly, “How does it feel when you’re deep inside me? Tell me.” As he spoke, Jase started a slow undulation of his hips, and he felt Carey reach up and grab his ass, directing Jase’s movements as they ground together. “Tell me, Carey,” Jase groaned.

Carey looked up at Jase, his blue eyes molten with heat and desire. “Like hot silk, Jase. Hot and so, so tight, squeezing my dick like nothing I’ve ever felt. I love fucking your ass, feeling it ripple around me. You make me so big and hard, Jase, and when I come, I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

Jase panted at the visual, and he clawed at the fly of his shorts and Carey’s, desperate to feel his cock against his own. They both caught their breaths sharply as the swollen, wet heads slipped and slid against each other, rutting together.

“You know how it feels to have you inside me, how it feels to be spread beneath you, knowing you’re so deep, filling me up with every inch of you? I feel like you’re a part of me, that you’re touching my soul, giving me everything.” Their movements slowed and gentled as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “I want you to feel that too, Carey,” Jase whispered. “I want you to feel me deep inside your body. I want to know that you trust me. I want to know that we’re as close as two people can possibly ever be. Please.”

Jase held his breath, his eyes holding Carey’s, knowing and not caring that every emotion he was feeling was probably written all over his face. Carey blinked a few times, then slowly nodded. Jase leaned down and nipped at Carey’s lips, love flooding through him.

“I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

He stood and pulled Carey up with him, noticing his almost imperceptible wince as his weight bore down on his prosthetic leg. Jase knew he needed to slow everything down, take his time and be patient with Carey, and he suddenly had the perfect idea of how to do it.

He led Carey to the bedroom, helping him off with his T-shirt and shorts, then stripping his own, pulling Carey back into his arms. He kissed him slowly, tenderly, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down his back.

“Just let me take care of you tonight, okay?” he murmured, pushing Carey gently down to sit on the edge of the bed, then kneeling at his feet and easing the prosthetic leg off like he’d watched Carey do. Jase set the leg to the side carefully, pulling off the protective sock, hissing through his teeth as the scarred stump was revealed.

“We walked so much today,” Carey said, leaning back on his hands, seemingly comfortable with Jase’s touch. Jase winced, thinking of the sprawling, hilly zoo.

Carey had walked it all without complaint and without so much as a hitch in his stride. Jase bit his lip, his fingers running over the painful-looking scars. He didn’t say anything, though, realizing Carey knew his limits and would have said something if it was too much.

“Jase, it looks worse than it is,” Carey reassured him. “The scar tissue is so thick and tough, it doesn’t really hurt that much anymore. It’s built up over time, like a callus.”

Jase urged Carey to lie back in the middle of the bed, pushing his legs apart and kneeling on the bed between them, pulling Carey’s stump to rest on Jase’s thigh. He began to massage the scar tissue, his fingers strong and sure, pressing deeply.

Carey groaned, “God, that feels good, Jase. My physical therapist used to do that for me, but it didn’t feel as good as you doing it.” Jase felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of anybody else touching Carey, even in a therapeutic manner.

Gradually Jase’s own touch changed from therapeutic to deliberately arousing, his hands grazing up and down Carey’s sensitive inner thighs, the fingertips flirting with Carey’s heavy balls. Jase watched hungrily as Carey’s cock thickened and lengthened, the tip becoming mouthwateringly wet with evidence of his excitement. Jase leaned down and kissed him, deep, drugging kisses that had Carey clutching at him, panting. Then he made his way slowly down Carey’s body, kissing, tasting until he reached Carey’s stiff cock. Jase licked his way up the shaft until he could mouth the swollen head, lashing the underside with his tongue, reveling in Carey’s deep moans.

Carey gripped Jase’s head, holding him still as he thrust up into Jase’s mouth. “So good, Jase,” he gasped. “Don’t stop.”

Jase sucked hard, Carey’s salty precome exploding on his tongue as he worked him over, hand pumping the shaft, his head bobbing. When he felt Carey’s thighs tense against his shoulders, Jase eased off, licking his way back down until he had his nose and lips buried in Carey’s tight, heavy balls. He mouthed the swollen orbs one by one, rolling them on his tongue before pressing on the backs of Carey’s thighs, pushing his knees toward his chest, rolling his hips back, exposing his puckered entrance to Jase’s hungry gaze.

Before Carey could word any sort of protest, Jase leaned down and licked his cleft from bottom to top, over and over again. He pointed his tongue and rimmed the nerves around Carey’s hole, surrounding it with his lips and sucking lightly, exulting when Carey relaxed and began to push out toward Jase’s mouth.

“That’s it,” Jase said hoarsely. “Show me how much you want it.”

Carey moaned, arching his back, pushing Jase’s hands out of the way as he pulled his own knees tighter to his chest. Jase felt triumph surge through him as he spread Carey’s cheeks wide with his now-free hands, diving between them with hungry moans of his own, fucking Carey with his tongue, spitting, rubbing with his thumb until Jase was able to drive two fingers easily deep inside, gritting his teeth at the heat and pressure. He thrust his fingers deep, spreading them and twisting, until Carey was practically sobbing with need.

Jase reared up on his knees and reached for a condom, his erection throbbing, as enormous as Jase had ever seen it. He rolled the condom on, pouring lube into his palm and pumping, spreading the slick from root to head.