Page 25 of Everything Changes

Carey left Jase’s nipples reluctantly, continuing to explore with his hands, drifting back down Jase’s body until his fingertips were brushing the hair on either side of the other man’s straining erection. Carey could feel the heat radiating off of it, and he stroked lightly over it with the back of one hand.

“I—I don’t know what to do,” he said. Jase reached down and grasped Carey’s hand in his, squeezing lightly before bringing their joined hands to his cock.

“Sure you do,” he rasped. “Touch me. Touch me how you like to be touched. I just want to feel your hands on me.”

Carey let Jase wrap his fingers around the velvety steel of his cock, moving Carey’s hand up and down in a familiar rhythm encouragingly before letting go and placing his hands lightly on Carey’s shoulders. They both watched as Carey stroked Jase tentatively at first and then with more boldness, his touch growing more confident and firm. Carey marveled at the feel of Jase’s cock, so familiar, but at the same time the length and girth so different than his own. He watched as a bead of clear fluid welled up in the slit on the plump head, and he caught it on his thumb, smearing it up and down the length of Jase’s erection, using it for lubrication.

Low groans were coming from the back of Jase’s throat as Carey picked up the pace, his free hand coming up to cradle Jase’s heavy balls, squeezing and rolling lightly.

“Fuck, Carey,” Jase gasped. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.” Carey sure wasn’t ready for this to be over, so he eased off, watching in fascination as Jase’s cock bobbed a little in time with his heartbeat.

“What do you want to do?” Carey asked, looking to Jase for direction. Jase tilted Carey’s head up and played his lips lightly across Carey’s, a hint of tongue painting dampness across them.

“I’d love to get a little more up close and personal with you,” Jase murmured, bringing one hand down to cup Carey’s crotch suggestively. “Show you some of my more, er, hidden talents.”

He knelt down in front of Carey, easing his shorts and underwear down and off.

“Lean back on your hands,” Jase whispered, leaning forward to kiss Carey’s stomach.

Carey did, but not before twitching a corner of the top sheet over to cover his stump. Jase raised his eyebrows, then pulled it back off. Carey tugged on it again before Jase yanked it firmly out of his hands and tossed the whole sheet to the floor.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

Carey shifted uncomfortably. “I thought that maybe you wouldn’t want to see my stump so close to your… while you’re….”

“What?” Jase’s voice was bemused. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, the last couple times that I was with a…. Well, she didn’t want to see it, said the scars on my leg freaked her out, so I just thought….”

Jase placed his hands on Carey’s thighs and said flatly, “What the hell kind of silly bitches are you dating anyway?”

Carey smiled slightly. “She was actually a very sweet, highly educated woman. I liked her, but she couldn’t get past the sight of my leg while we were in bed. She couldn’t help it, Jase. She tried, she really did, but I just…. It fizzled out from there. And that wasn’t the first time that that happened. I kind of—gave up after a while. It’s a lot to take. I don’t blame them.”

“Well, I fucking do! You got this”—Jase smoothed his hand over Carey’s naked stump—“in service of our country. You were a hero that day, Carey.” Jase leaned down and trailed his lips gently over the scarred skin, his tongue caressing the ridges gently. “And there’s nothing about you, nothing, that I don’t find so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

Carey caught his breath, lowering his hand to smooth over Jase’s hair. Emotion overwhelmed him as he watched Jase worship the part of him Carey found so ugly, so distasteful. He’d honestly not blamed the women for being turned off by it; he hated the sight of it. But seeing Jase kiss him there without hesitation, so gently, so lovingly, Carey was able to let go of the hurt that had festered deep inside, the implication he hadn’t been whole, hadn’t been good enough. For the first time in a long time, he felt beautiful and cherished for who he was.

“Jase,” he said achingly, ghosting his fingers over Jase’s stubbled cheek. Jase caught his hand and kissed the palm, then stood up on his knees, taking Carey’s mouth with his in a slow, deep, sensual kiss, pressing Carey back until he was leaning on his hands.

“Stay just like this,” Jase instructed softly.

Hooking his hand under the knee of Carey’s leg, he brought it up so that Carey’s heel was resting on the edge of the bed, opening him wide. Jase kissed the inside of his upraised knee, then trailed his lips and tongue down Carey’s thigh until he reached the crease between Carey’s leg and groin, his mouth brushing lightly against the sensitive skin.

“Mmmm,” Jase hummed, “so sexy.” He nuzzled his nose against Carey’s balls, and Carey caught his breath, the sight of a man between his legs like this so foreign. Jase kissed and licked up the length of his erection, pausing over the tip, his eyes glinting wickedly before he mouthed the weeping head lightly, letting Carey feel the moistness of his inner lips, watching his face the whole time.

“Jase, please,” Carey rasped, his hips involuntarily lifting, chasing Jase’s mouth.

Jase chuckled, grasping Carey’s hips and holding them still before leaning down and taking Carey’s cock deep into the back of his throat. Carey arched his back with a moan, tipping his head back toward the bed, his mouth falling open. Jase started a rhythm, bobbing up and down on Carey’s cock, following behind with one hand, stroking, twisting, spreading saliva from base to tip. He sucked strongly on the head, flicking his tongue around and around the ridge.

“Christ, Jase,” Carey groaned. “You’re gonna kill me. That feels so fucking good.”

It was unlike any blowjob he’d ever had, not that there had really been that many. It was rough and hot and wet. Jase took him deep, holding him in the back of his throat before swallowing several times, the heat and pressure making Carey grit his teeth, digging his fingers into the mattress to try to stave off the orgasm that was welling in his balls, causing them to draw up tight against his body.

“Jase,” Carey gasped, his chest heaving, “you’re gonna get a mouthful if you don’t stop.”

Jase came off of his cock with a release of suction and a loud, wet pop. He stood up on his knees again and pressed his swollen lips to Carey’s ear, murmuring, “Gimme,” before dropping back down and taking Carey’s cock to the root, cupping his aching balls with the long fingers of one hand rolling and massaging them in time with the up-and-down motions of his head.

Carey fell down on the bed flat on his back, his heel digging into the mattress as he thrust up into Jase’s mouth, that hot, tormenting mouth, threading the fingers of both hands through Jase’s thick hair to hold him still. Carey fucked Jase hard, stuttering moans breaking from his lips as his orgasm bore down on him like a freight train.