Page 31 of Everything Changes

“Bull’s-eye,” Jase choked, and Carey hooked his fingers at the same angle again, feeling Jase’s ass contract and ripple around his fingers. Carey massaged him firmly with his fingertips, making Jase moan long and low.

“You want it, Jase?” Carey growled, pulling his fingers out and shoving them back in.

“Fuck yeah,” Jase cried. “Oh Jesus.”

Carey pulled his fingers out of Jase’s ass and handed him the condom packet. “Suit me up,” he said, taking Jase’s cock in his slick hand and starting a slow pump, milking the precome that was gathered in the tip. Jase’s hands were shaking badly, but he managed to tear the packet open and roll the condom over Carey’s enormous erection.

“Need this in me, Carey. Need you to fuck me.” Jase reached behind himself again and lined the head of Carey’s cock up against his hole, bearing down as he lowered himself slowly. The muscles of his entrance fought for a brief second, and then the fat tip of Carey’s erection slipped inside, causing them both to moan.

Carey gritted his teeth together, fighting against bumping his hips up and impaling Jase in one stroke, letting Jase dictate the pace. Carey reached behind him and gripped the headboard again, his neck arching back against the pillow. “Fuck, Jase, that feels so fucking good.”

Jase slowly lowered himself until Carey was fully seated in his ass, his buttocks resting on Carey’s thighs. He was breathing deeply, breathing through the stretch and burn, and Carey thought he’d never seen anything so goddamn sexy in his entire life. Jase’s body had a slight sheen of sweat on it, his cock arcing up from between his thighs to tap his belly, his heavy balls resting on Carey’s abdomen. He couldn’t resist a small thrust of his hips, and Jase’s head tipped back, his head falling open in a moan.

“Ride me, Jase,” Carey panted, and Jase started a slow lift and lower on Carey’s cock, going slowly as his passage loosened and relaxed, accepting the thick hardness inside him. Carey was going out of his mind at the tight pressure, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Sweat was springing up on his brow as he fought against the urge to pound Jase’s ass.

Jase was going faster as the pleasure built from the inside, circling his hips, massaging himself on Carey’s cock. The slaps of skin on skin mingled with grunts and moans. It was raw and visceral, and when Carey felt the drag of Jase’s balls along his abdomen, tight and heavy, his control snapped. He brought his hands down from the headboard and grasped Jase’s hips, pulling his one leg up until his foot rested flat on the bed, and he braced it and thrust up hard into the tight fist of Jase’s ass.

“Yes, Carey!” Jase shouted, raising up on his knees slightly to give Carey room to move, and Carey shoved up into him as hard as he could. “Fuck me,” Jase sobbed. “So good.”

Carey, mindless with lust, flipped Jase onto his back, hooking Jase’s knees around his forearms and pressing his hips back, Carey’s knees digging into the bed as he pistoned his own hips, driving into Jase over and over.

“Jack yourself,” Carey hissed. “Shoot all over us. I want to watch you come for me.”

Jase reached down and began stroking himself hard and fast, moaning in time with Carey’s thrusts. The slick sound of Jase’s hand on his cock drove Carey to fuck him harder, and he shouted as he felt Jase’s ass clamp down on his cock impossibly tight, then start to ripple in strong contractions as Jase’s orgasm gripped him. Carey hung his head between his arms and watched Jase’s cock pulse stream after stream of hot spunk against Jase’s abdomen, his chest, and even up to his chin. Jase’s neck was arched back, his mouth was open in ecstasy, and finally Carey couldn’t withstand the milking motions of Jase’s ass, and his climax boiled up from his balls and erupted from his cock, long, wrenching pulses that seemed to go on and on. Dimly he heard hoarse shouting and realized it was coming from him.

Finally he dropped Jase’s legs to the bed, collapsing on top of his lover, his cock still throbbing deep inside him. Jase wrapped him up in his arms, neither of them caring about the sticky come between their bodies, and peppered Carey’s face with kisses.

“So good, Carey,” he gasped. “So fucking good.” Carey could only nod, burying his face in Jase’s neck as five little words echoed in his mind: I’m in so much trouble.

JASE AND Carey were awakened from their doze by Jase’s cell phone ringing. Jase reached over to the nightstand and felt around until he could snag the phone, looking at the caller ID and giving an exasperated sigh as he answered the call.

“Hey, sis,” he greeted, his arm tightening around Carey when Carey would have pulled away.

Carey gave up struggling and relaxed, tucking his head back under Jase’s chin and draping his arm over Jase’s waist, their legs tangling together. Carey had never been a snuggler, usually waiting until his bed partner was asleep before carefully disengaging himself from her and moving away, but with Jase he felt like he couldn’t get close enough. He let his fingers play idly through the trail of hair on Jase’s abdomen and listened with half an ear as Jase talked to his sister—one of them, anyway. He’d been astounded to find out Jase was the oldest of seven.

“DeSantis!” The admin guy’s voice had rung out over the excited chatter that always accompanied mail call, the Christmas-ish feeling of a possible care package arriving permeating the atmosphere and affecting even the most battle-hardened of men. Carey never got any mail, and he felt a pang of envy as Jase, sporting a huge grin, accepted the big box with a whoop. As he passed by Carey, he said in a stage whisper, “C’mon! Sami always sends the good stuff!”

Carey followed Jase with a bemused smile back to the med hooch, where Jase ripped into the package with the enthusiasm of a small boy.

“Yes!” he crowed as he dug deep into the box’s offerings, pulling out a large bag of hard candy and tossing it to Carey. He then pulled out several tubs of baby wipes, which were like gold in a hot, dusty environment where plentiful hot water was nonexistent. Carey didn’t wait for an invitation but ripped open the bag of candy, sticking a peppermint into his mouth and sucking enthusiastically. He unwrapped one for Jase and popped it in his friend’s mouth for him, giving him a mock sneer as he was rewarded with a cheeky wink.

“Sami’s the fucking best!” Jase exclaimed over and over as he pulled out item after item. “She’s the only one who listened when I told them all what I would fucking need over here.”

“She’s your sister?” Carey mumbled around the candy, already digging around in the bag for his next piece.

“Yeah, one of ’em. I have four.”

Carey’s eyes goggled. “Four sisters?”

“Yep, and two brothers. I’m the oldest.” Jase was separating his loot into piles, and Carey knew he would share his largesse amongst his closest friends. He never hoarded anything for himself. If Carey asked, he’d probably strip the shirt from his back right then and there and hand it over.

“Damn,” Carey said fervently, not able to grasp the concept of a large family. Sure, he’d been one of many warm bodies in his various foster homes, but he’d never once thought of the others as his siblings. “What was that like?”

“Messy, chaotic,” Jase said absently. “With my mom there were five women in the house, and my dad always joked he should have taken out stock in Tampax.” Carey snorted. Jase grinned at him and went on, “I was always stuck babysitting the little twerps, but mostly I didn’t mind.” Carey could see that, and the caretaking aspect of Jase’s personality made perfect sense; he’d been steeped in it his whole life.

Suddenly Carey was intensely curious about Jase’s upbringing.

“Where do they all live?” he asked.