Page 50 of Everything Changes

Carey had made a hell of a gesture tonight, though, showing up out of the blue the way he had. He was the epitome of a thoughtful, deliberate man, and Jase didn’t think he’d ever known him to do anything rash. The fact that he had dropped everything, jumped on a plane, rented a car, and shown up unannounced at Jase’s concert had spoken volumes.

Jase flinched inside as he thought about what had almost happened, how he’d almost taken Jayden back to the dressing room that Carey had been waiting for him in, Jase’s hands all over him. What damage would that have done? The thought made Jase want to throw up, and then he felt a small surge of anger. He had a fucking right to go on with his life, didn’t he? Carey couldn’t have expected him to wait forever, and Jase refused to feel guilty.

Oh, who was he kidding? He felt guilty as fuck, and he and Carey certainly had a lot to talk about. He couldn’t wait to get out of here. Glancing over at Carey, he saw that he was ensconced in a corner with Layla, and they were talking earnestly together. At one point Jase saw her wrap her arms around Carey’s waist and hug him tightly before she moved off to do some schmoozing of her own, wiping her eyes surreptitiously.

Jase grabbed himself a beer from the refreshment table, and when he turned around, Carey was standing there.

“You want something to drink?” Jase asked awkwardly, and Carey shook his head.

“No, I’m good.”

Jase fiddled with his beer bottle for a moment before setting it down practically untouched, and he muttered, “Guess I’ll go change real quick. Be right back, okay?”

He glanced at Carey as he spoke, and he caught his breath at the heat that started to burn in Carey’s eyes at his words.

“I think you probably need help with that,” Carey murmured. He took Jase’s arm and practically dragged him to the dressing room, making a show of locking the door before advancing on Jase until he was pressed up against him.

“Carey, what—” Jase began, and Carey stopped his words with his lips, kissing Jase deeply and thoroughly, until they were both panting.

“I need you,” Carey said achingly, reaching out and sweeping his palms up Jase’s chest, pushing Jase’s T-shirt up over his head. He leaned in and kissed Jase’s chest, nuzzling his nose against him, breathing deeply. “I missed you.”

Jase moaned, all of his better judgment melting away. It had been so long….

“Take these off,” Carey ordered, his voice hoarse as his fingers danced over Jase’s leather-clad thighs, cupping the bulge of his crotch.

“Easier said than done with this huge boner I’m now sporting thanks to you,” Jase said drily, wrestling the stupid leather pants down his legs, wincing as his swollen cock caught and pulled on the stiff material. Finally he kicked them away, his dick suddenly at full mast as he caught sight of the hungry look in Carey’s eyes.

“Lean back against the wall.”

Jase did, his breath hitching as Carey stepped closer and insinuated his knee between Jase’s legs, pushing them apart, skimming his hands around to Jase’s ass and gripping hard.

“You and this fucking thong,” Carey hissed, his fingers tracing the fabric between Jase’s buttocks, one fingertip lingering over Jase’s entrance and pressing. Jase gasped. “What I want to do right now is bend you over that table, pull this aside—” Carey snapped the material sharply against his hole, and Jase felt his cock pulse dangerously. “—and fuck you until you scream.” Carey swallowed Jase’s whimper, pressing his thigh against Jase’s balls and rolling in sensuous circles.

“Oh God, fuck yes,” Jase groaned, his head thumping back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. “I need you to fuck me, baby, please.”

Carey dropped to his knees, and Jase opened his eyes as his prosthetic made a hollow thumping sound as it hit the ground. He briefly worried about whether Carey was comfortable kneeling down there, but in the next instant, that thought fled as Carey mouthed along the front of his thong, his hot breath bleeding through the thin material and setting Jase’s cock on fire.

“I’ve wanted to do this since that first time I saw you in this fucking thing,” Carey growled. “Stupid scrap of fabric, barely holding you in, so sexy I almost came in my pants. I wanted to bury my nose and mouth against you… just like this.”

He pressed his open mouth to Jase’s balls and sucked him through the fabric, and Jase cried out sharply, his hips involuntarily starting to move in slow circles, massaging himself against Carey’s face.

“Then I wanted to peel it down, oh so slowly, like I’m unwrapping a present,” Carey purred, doing just that.

He worked the front of the thong down until he could snug it under Jase’s balls, causing his erection to jut forward obscenely. He was enormously swollen, the tip slick with arousal. Jase nearly came at the sight of Carey looking up at him from on his knees, his lips so close to Jase’s dick that Jase could feel his breath.

“Oh God,” Carey breathed, darting his tongue out to lick the fluid away. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.”

He swirled his tongue around the head of Jase’s cock, lapping up the precome that was running freely. Jase didn’t dare move, didn’t dare do what he wanted to do, which was grasp Carey’s head in his hands and ram his aching cock down his throat. He pressed his palms to the wall behind him, his chest heaving, a light sheen of sweat springing up around his hairline as Carey played and teased. Jase let him have his fun, knowing this was a huge step for him. He couldn’t help a small bump of his hips, though, as Carey mouthed the tip of his cock, taking it inside that hot, wet mouth and sucking lightly.

“You’re killing me, Gorgeous,” Jase rasped. “I love what you’re doing to me.”

“Mmmm?” Carey hummed, the vibration shooting to Jase’s balls and causing them to draw up tightly.

“Fuck, Carey, stop,” Jase gasped, pulling him back. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me. Stop, baby.” He leaned down and helped Carey to his feet, hauling him close and kissing him desperately, tasting the tang of himself on Carey’s lips and almost coming again.

“Lube and condoms, in my bag,” Jase croaked. Carey nipped at his lower lip and slapped his bare ass sharply before pulling the thong back up.

“Go bend over that table,” he ordered, moving to Jase’s locker and rummaging in the messenger bag. Jase walked on shaky legs to the little table against the opposite wall, bending over, grasping the opposite edge.