Page 24 of Everything Changes

“I love it that you’re so eager, that you want me so much. Damn, I love it. But I don’t have any condoms here at the house. They’re all in my locker at the club.” He winced, and Carey shook his head at the implication that the only intimacy that Jase had in his life was by fucking groupies.

“Damn, Jase, how long has it been since you’ve had anybody over here, anybody special?”

“I can’t remember the last time,” Jase admitted. “It just seems like too much work when I can get what I want pretty easily at my gigs.”

“Jayden?” Carey guessed.

“Yeah, among others,” Jase said. “I have a couple of regulars: Jayden and a girl named Starlah. They come to a lot of the shows, and it’s just sex, mostly blowjobs, stuff like that. It doesn’t mean anything, but we’re mutually satisfied.”

“That’s actually—kind of sad. Don’t you ever want more, Jase?” Carey was honestly curious, and he forgot the demands of his cock for a moment and propped himself up on one elbow, looking into Jase’s face. Jase wouldn’t meet his gaze, his own tracking to a spot on the far wall. For a minute Carey thought he wouldn’t answer, but then Jase said almost sadly, “Yes. Often. But I didn’t think it was in the cards for me.”

“Why? You’re funny, talented, loyal, and kind. Not to mention pretty fucking hot,” Carey said teasingly, brushing hair off of Jase’s forehead again. “You’re a catch, dude. Accept it.”

Jase looked at Carey enigmatically for a second before his face broke into a smile. “Yeah, I am. But so far I haven’t wanted to be caught, I guess. The right net hasn’t been cast, and I’m too slippery.” Carey rolled his eyes at the lameness of that, and Jase grabbed him again, pushing him onto to his back while they laughed, lips glancing off each other, stroking their hands lazily over as much skin as they could reach. Carey marveled again at how right this felt, how easy.

“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.