Page 26 of Everything Changes

Suddenly Jase slid one finger between Carey’s ass cheeks and rubbed firmly against the puckered skin of his asshole, and just like that, it was over. Carey arched his back off the bed as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life, his cock pulsing, throbbing, shooting his come deep into Jase’s throat. Carey could feel Jase swallowing around him, drinking him down, and it was so fucking sexy that Carey felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure. He lay there helplessly, sobbing for breath as Jase licked him clean, slowly, sensually, little sounds of praise and encouragement humming from his throat.

Carey lifted his head and looked down his body, watching as Jase released his spent cock from between his lips and started kissing his way up Carey’s torso until he was level with Carey’s head. He reclined on an elbow next to him, one hand rubbing soothingly up and down Carey’s chest, easing him. Carey reached up and brushed Jase’s sweaty hair off of his forehead.

“Wow,” he said weakly. Jase chuckled low in his throat and bent down to kiss Carey lightly.

“What about you?” Carey asked tentatively. “I don’t think I can—”

“Here,” Jase said, taking Carey’s hand and bringing it down to Jase’s cock, which was hard and straining and dripping wet. “Touch me just like this. It won’t take long. I’m almost there just from sucking you off.”

Carey took Jase firmly in hand, pushing him to his back and leaning down over him, determined to bring him as much aching pleasure as he possibly could. He jacked him firmly, roughly, twisting his palm over the head on the upstroke.

Jase moaned, one hand going up to grip the back of Carey’s neck. “That’s it. Just like that. Oh yes, that’s so good.”

It didn’t take long before Jase was coming, ropes of semen splashing over his stomach and chest, coating Carey’s hand. Carey stroked him through it, milking Jase’s cock of every last drop, fascinated with the sight of his pleasure, the feel of an unfamiliar cock in his own hand, the trembling of Jase’s body and the sight of his face, openmouthed in ecstasy. He was beautiful.

Jase relaxed back onto the bed, his chest heaving, and Carey dropped his forehead to Jase’s shoulder.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that,” he said, his voice shaking with a combination of laughter and horror.

“Good, huh?” Jase grinned up at him, his fingers stroking Carey’s cheek lightly.

“Oh yeah,” Carey said fervently. He rolled to his back next to Jase, letting Jase lace their fingers together as they lay there recovering.

Finally Jase pushed up one elbow, looking down into Carey’s face seriously.

“Carey,” he began. “We need to talk about this,” they finished in unison, both of them snorting with laughter. Jase pushed against Carey’s shoulder. “I’m not that predictable, am I?”

Carey grinned up at him. “You always want to ‘talk about stuff,’” he mocked, complete with air quotes. “I’m gonna need to see your man card, dude.”

Jase leered at him, grabbing his crotch. “Got your man card right here, baby.” Carey rolled his eyes.

Jase sat up, picking Carey’s shorts and underwear off the floor and handing them to him.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower, and then seriously, we need to talk. You need any help with anything?”

“Nah, I’m good.” Carey felt surprisingly relaxed, considering he’d just had his dick sucked by his best friend and then had said friend coming all over him. There was no awkwardness, not really, not like he was expecting. Jase was… just Jase, and now there was that extra layer of intimacy to their friendship Carey found himself basking in. He’d never been… intimate with anyone. Sure, he’d had a girlfriend or two, but nothing like this. Nothing that felt rich and exciting like this did, yet so comfortable and easy, no drama, no pressure.

Jase padded off to the shower, grumbling about dried come and itchiness, and Carey watched him go, admiring the flexing of his ass as he walked, the long, strong legs. He sighed, then pulled his clothes on, reaching for the prosthetic Jase had helpfully propped against the bed before he disappeared into the bathroom. He would fix them some coffee, and then they really did need to talk.

JASE SOAPED himself in the shower, a huge silly grin on his face. He tried to be realistic, tamp down the happiness a little until he’d talked to Carey, but damn, this was like a dream come true. A dream he’d held for so long. For the next five minutes or so, however long he had left of this shower, he was going to bask in the glow, pretend the real world wasn’t waiting for him outside this warm, steamy room. His mind traced over and over again the feeling of Carey under his hands, his mouth, the sight of him, his back arched in pleasure, pleasure he was letting Jase bring him. Carey had been so open, so giving, of his body and his emotions.

Jase flinched a little as he remembered the scene in the hallway the evening before, how he’d fallen apart in front of his friend, the burden he’d placed on him without meaning to. But if the whole fucking thing had a silver lining, it was that it had somehow knocked down Carey’s defenses. For whatever reason, Carey had finally allowed the intimacy between them that Jase had craved for so long. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed Carey’s expression of thanks for saving his life, not because Jase wanted to be praised, but because he’d always wondered in the back of his mind if Carey had really resented him in some way for saving him, for not just allowing him to die in that bloody dirt, in that godforsaken fucking country.

No. Even if Carey had resented him and had never spoken to him again, Jase wouldn’t have changed a thing he did that day, at least in regard to his friend. The world needed Carey in it, and Jase would never see it otherwise. But Carey’s words had loosened a band Jase hadn’t realized constricted his chest all these years, and he felt free in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The water started to run tepid, and Jase sighed, turning the water off and reaching for a towel. The little fantasy interlude was over, and it was time to face reality. He combed his hair, slapped on some deodorant, grabbed his clothes, and followed the scent of coffee to the kitchen, whistling as he went.

When he reached the warm, bright little room, Jase leaned against the doorway for a moment, drinking in the sight of Carey standing there, cargo shorts hanging low on his hips, T-shirt riding up just enough in back to give Jase a tantalizing glimpse of skin, soft skin burnished with a slight sun glow from their day at the beach. His eyes traced down to Carey’s legs, one muscular and dusted with hair, the other smooth and shiny, artificial but no less beautiful. Carey balanced easily on them, shifting his weight as he stretched and reached for coffee mugs and plates, his movements graceful and easy.

Jase couldn’t stop himself from walking over to him and wrapping his arms around Carey’s waist from behind, splaying his hands across Carey’s stomach and pulling him close. His heart sang when Carey didn’t stiffen or push him away, but turned his head for Jase’s kiss, resting his hands on Jase’s forearms as he leaned back against him.

“Mmmm,” Jase hummed, tasting Carey’s lips with his tongue. “Raspberry jam already?”

Carey grinned. “I was hungry, so I ate my muffin. God, that sounds dirty.”

Jase snorted, enjoying the lighthearted mood, kissing Carey one more time before releasing him and moving to the coffeemaker to pour himself a mug of coffee. He leaned into the fridge and grabbed a container of greek yogurt, accepted the spoon that Carey held out to him, and seated himself at the table, then sipped his coffee with a contented sigh.

Carey sat down across from him with his own mug, stirring the sweetener and cream into it thoughtfully. “So…,” he began. Jase arched an eyebrow at him, taking a huge bite of his yogurt.