Page 29 of Everything Changes

CHAPTER 9

CAREY SAT on the couch in Jase’s living room, lost in thought. Jase had left for band rehearsal a little while before, telling Carey he would be home in a couple of hours, depending on how much of a slave driver Layla decided to be. They’d both laughed at the thought of the petite redhead running roughshod over four big men, which included a cop and an ex-Navy doc, but it happened every single time.

Jase had invited Carey to come with, but he’d declined, saying he wanted to stay there and do his prescribed home exercises. In reality he wanted a little time to himself to gather his thoughts. Jase seemed to understand that, accepting Carey’s explanation without question, a clap to the shoulder and a “See ya, man” his only gesture on his way out the door. Carey was grateful for the casualness; it was exactly what he’d needed right then. Jase knew his mind and heart so well, and now he’d played Carey’s body like a finely tuned instrument.

Jesus, he’d never felt anything that intense in his entire life. He’d wanted to ask Jase if that’s how it always was between men, but in the next instant, he’d realized what a boneheaded question that was and was glad he’d kept his mouth shut. He was experienced enough to know that most of the intensity of the sex with Jase stemmed from their feelings for each other.

Just what those feelings were was what had Carey so confused. He wasn’t gay, so how could he say he was falling for another man? Want to fuck him? Absolutely. Carey was starting to accept his body responded to Jase’s touch in a way it hadn’t for anyone else ever. Sexual chemistry was a powerful thing, and he and Jase had it in spades.

After all, maybe this would all just turn into some sort of sexual experiment. He did consider himself open-minded and had come to terms with the fact that he wanted to have sex with his male best friend for many reasons. Could they have some fun, fuck it out of their systems, and go on with their lives? How would Carey feel when it was over?

Too many questions to be answered, at least at the moment. Carey was slipping back into his tendency to borrow trouble, to anticipate problems that hadn’t happened yet and might never happen.

He took a deep breath and repeated Jase’s mantra, “Just focus on today. Let’s just get through today.” And today had turned out to be pretty fucking fantastic. Carey grinned to himself. Damn, that was some smokin’ hot sex. It was rough and filthy, and Carey had loved every single minute. He couldn’t wait for more.

“HEY, DESANTIS, wanna get with the program?” Quinn’s drawl cut through Jase’s musings of whether it would be rude to just push Carey into bed when he got home, or if he should offer the man dinner first.

“What?”

“We’re talking about the set list for tonight, man,” Pete Dorman, the bassist, answered, chewing on a pen laconically as he leaned back in his chair and stared at Jase. “Bryan just asked if you wanted to go with ‘Breaking Down’ or ‘Fade Away’ first.”

The four band members were sitting around a small table in Quinn’s large basement where they had their equipment set up, and this was usually the part of rehearsal Jase loved the most, hashing out the set list, putting the songs together in the order they all felt would create the biggest impact and keep the show fresh. They usually liked to start out with a powerful cover and then launch into a few of their own compositions.

But today all Jase could think about was Carey, naked and sex flushed, wonder in his eyes at the pleasure that had just wracked him under Jase’s hands, mouth, and body. Jase shifted uncomfortably as his cock hardened at the thought of how Carey had moaned, had fallen apart with him…. Okay, enough of that. He’d never hear the end of it if the guys noticed he had a boner during rehearsal. Jesus. He shoved thoughts of Carey away with a wistful Later, baby, before knuckling down to business.

It wasn’t long before they’d hammered out the set list, and they spent a few satisfying hours running through the songs, tweaking the order a little bit here and there as they went. Layla wandered in at some point with some coffee and sandwiches, giving them a thumbs-up as the rehearsal progressed. Finally Quinn called a halt, saying he thought they were as ready as they were going to be, and they agreed to meet at the club at 7:00 p.m. for setup and sound check before the ten-thirty show.

Jase stopped off at a Walgreen’s for condoms on the way home, and as he sat in the Jeep with the bag next to him on the seat, he seriously debated pulling over onto a quiet street and taking the edge off before going home to Carey. His cock was hard as a rock at the thought of what they were going to do with those condoms, and he’d already decided it would be easier on Carey for his first time if Carey topped. The thought of Carey moving inside him had Jase so ready to blow that he knew it would only take a few tugs of his hand and he would feel so much better and more in control… followed quickly by humiliation and embarrassment when he was arrested for public indecency. Jase snorted, putting his head back on the seat and taking a few deep breaths, willing his body to calm down before starting the car and heading for home.

When he walked into the kitchen, plastic bag crinkling, he saw Carey standing at the sink washing up a plate and some silverware he must have used to fix himself some lunch. He was wearing loose jeans that did nothing to detract from his incredible ass, and his snug T-shirt pulled tightly across his powerful shoulders. Jase launched himself across the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Carey’s waist from behind, pulling him back tightly against him. Carey stiffened in surprise at first, then leaned back against Jase, craning his neck around in order to look at him.

“Hi,” Carey said drily. “Miss me?”

Jase didn’t answer, just leaned down and took Carey’s mouth with his in a deep, passionate kiss, no preliminaries, plunging his tongue deep. He lifted one of his hands to thread through Carey’s hair and hold him still so he could ravage his mouth, biting and licking and sucking at Carey’s full lips. He spread his other palm flat across Carey’s taut belly, dipping his fingertips teasingly under the waistband, brushing against the trimmed hair just below.

“Jase,” Carey gasped, bringing one arm up to wrap around Jase’s neck, gripping the counter in front of him with the other hand for balance.

“Fuck, I want you,” Jase growled, nipping Carey’s bottom lip before tracing it with his tongue. “All I’ve thought about for what turned out to be the longest fucking morning of my life is your incredible mouth….” He glanced their lips together. “Your sexy body….” Another nip and lick. “And the sounds you make when you come.”

Carey moaned, and Jase drove in, fucking Carey’s mouth with his tongue while he slid the hand inside Carey’s pants down to cup his rapidly hardening cock. It was Jase’s turn to moan as Carey rolled his hips, thrusting his erection into Jase’s palm. Jase took the hint and started jacking Carey slowly, the jeans inhibiting his motion but also making it hotter as he was forced to focus his attention on just the swollen head, using grip and pressure to drive Carey out of his mind. He rubbed slow circles underneath the ridge with his thumb, knowing the nerves there would spark from the rough touch of his callused skin. Carey arched back against him with a groan, his legs spreading as he tried to get more.

Jase tore his mouth free and whispered hotly in Carey’s ear, “You need it? You’re so hard from wanting it.” Jase forced his hand down Carey’s jeans to cup his balls, rolling them in his palm. “So tight and heavy, so ready to come,” Jase hissed. “Tell me how you want to come, Carey. You want to come in my mouth or my ass?”

“B—both?” Carey stuttered, tightening his fingers in Jase’s hair, his openmouthed pants gusting hotly against Jase’s cheek. Jase pulled his hand out of Carey’s jeans and spun him around, pushing him back against the counter before yanking Carey’s T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

“Hold on to the counter and don’t let go,” Jase ordered. “And watch me.”

CAREY LEANED against the counter, his head thrown back as Jase kissed his throat, little sucking kisses interspersed with what sounded like “Need you. Want you.” Carey was on fire with lust, Jase’s wicked hands and filthy words turning him on beyond belief. He’d never experienced such raw, dirty sex, and he loved it. A lot.

Carey groaned as Jase latched on to one of his nipples, sucking it to a hard peak with his hot mouth before flicking it over and over again with the tip of his tongue. A sharp nip of teeth right on the end of the aching bud had Carey hissing, another moan escaping as Jase licked it better before giving the other nipple the same treatment. When both nipples were swollen and throbbing, Jase kissed his way down Carey’s heaving stomach until he was kneeling, mouthing the bulge of Carey’s erect cock over his jeans. It was hotter than hell to watch Jase trace the thick length with his fingers, then follow it with his mouth, leaving wet spots on the dark fabric. Carey cried out as Jase thumbed the head roughly and then sucked on it, abrading the sensitive skin with the fabric of his jeans and underwear.

“You’re killing me, Jase,” Carey grated. “Take it out. I want it in your mouth.”

Jase’s eyes flashed hot at the order, but he did as instructed, taking his own sweet time doing it too. Oh so slowly he eased the button of the jeans open, lowering the zipper in excruciating increments, kissing each bit of hair-roughened abdomen and groin as it was revealed. Finally Jase had the jeans open, and he slipped his hand in to where Carey’s cock was trapped down along his thigh, easing the hard flesh so it stood upright, jutting enormously out of Carey’s open fly and bobbing with the beat of his thundering heart.

Jase hummed in appreciation at the sight, grasping it by the base as he started a slow, leisurely lick and suck, teasing the head with his tongue before he drifted wetly down the shaft to mouth Carey’s tight, aching balls.

“Watch me,” Jase instructed softly as he worked his way back up the length of Carey’s cock. He made sure Carey’s eyes were locked on his before he opened his lips for the tip and sucked it inside his hot, wet mouth, working the slit and the ridge with his tongue. He was relentless, alternating with sucking and licking, never letting up, massaging Carey’s balls and the flesh right behind them with his long fingers.