Page 106 of Jackrabbit

The magnesium dried on his skin, lavender-scented and calming, and Beau moved to massage the area. Callouses and warmth and Beau's breathing close to his ear, and, fuck.

Beau must have been feeling the same thing, because his hands slid down Colt’s back and he leaned forward. His breath fanned across Colt’s shoulder, and his mustache brushed Colt’s skin right before Beau's lips pressed down. Beau kissed him again, lingering.

Sitting still was becoming increasingly difficult as Beau kissed him with more purpose, and Colt whined. Beau's hands wrapped around to his front. Colt leaned back into the pressure of his mouth, facial hair dragging along his skin as Beau trailed kisses up to his neck.

“Beau…” Colt shifted on the stool, and Beau dragged his hand to cup his pec and squeeze before moving up and gently guiding Colt’s jaw until Colt was facing him.

The kiss was unhurried, Beau's mouth sliding against his, one hand moving to his hip and pulling until Colt’s stool rolled so Colt’s back was against Beau’s chest. A hot tongue slid across his lips, and Colt opened eagerly for him, tasted Beau on his own tongue and groaned.

Thank fuck for the arnica and magnesium, because when Colt turned and climbed onto Beau's lap it hurt, but not enough to stop him. Beau grasped his thighs and kissed him again, welcoming Colt’s weight, huffing into his mouth, and it was hot and perfect and it hadn't been more than two days but Colt hadmissed him, missed this. Missed the overwhelming way Beau kissed, the smell of his skin.

Whatever I want.

He knew what he wanted.

Colt settled his hands on either side of Beau’s neck and dragged them down, Beau's chest rising and falling unevenly under his palms. Beau didn't stop Colt as he kept moving down, as he paused to squeeze Beau’s stomach before slipping his fingertips into Beau’s waistband. He could hardly get enough air to his lungs as Beau kept kissing him while Colt pushed against the front of Beau's sweats and felt the length of him, hard and thick.

Beau groaned and pushed himself into the contact of Colt’s hands, ground himself into the pressure and kissed him harder. He was going to let Colt take care of him. Finally. Fuckingfinally,and Colt slipped his hand inside. He pressed his palm against the tip of Beau’s cock and Beaumoaned,and Colt’s hips jerked forward, and—

“Ow! Fucking—no, wait.” Pain was still shooting up Colt’s side as Beau grabbed his wrist and stopped him and no, no, no. “I'm fine. I'm—Beau,please.”

Beau brushed another kiss against Colt’s mouth and pulled his hand out of his pants. “Colt, you're injured. We—”

“I don't care.” Colt tried to move his hand, but Beau's grip was iron, which would have been hot in almost any other circumstance. “I want to touch you. You promised. I can't—”

Interrupting his spiral with a kiss, Beau pressed his thumb into the underside of Colt’s wrist. “What are you afraid of?”

Afraid? He wasn'tafraid, he was—

Oh.

Colt’s eyes burned as he pulled back and looked at Beau and bit his own lip. “I—”

He stopped.

“Talk to me.” Beau settled his other hand against Colt’s collarbone, spread against the base of his throat. Maybe it should have been threatening, but it felt grounding, and Colt leaned into the pressure.

“I'm afraid this is the only chance I'll get to touch you.” Colt looked down at Beau's chest and swallowed. “I know that race was scary for you, too, and Iknow your walls are down. I'm afraid if we stop now, you'll put them back up and I won't be able to climb them.”

“That's—” Beau frowned, stroking Colt’s collarbone with his thumb. He sighed. “That's fair. I know I've been difficult. I know I've been…scared.”

Closing his eyes briefly, Beau looked like the confession hurt him. But he opened his eyes again and leaned forward to kiss Colt’s lips. “I'm not going anywhere, alright?” He pulled Colt's hand up and pressed it against his own chest, his tee soft and warm under Colt’s palm. “I want this. But not when you can barely move without wincing.”

“But—”

“Colt.” Beau moved the hand at Colt’s throat around to the back of his neck and squeezed. “You had your hand on my cock and you didn’t even get fully hard. You're hurting. You're tired. You need rest.”

“I don't need to be hard to take care of you.” Colt knew that wasn't the point, and he knew he'd lost, too. Worth a shot still. “I could lie on the bed and you could fuck my face and I don't even have to move at all.”

Beau’s eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, and he made a soft, pained noise before looking at Colt again. “Boy, you need to rest. You can do it yourself, or I can make you. Your choice. But you're resting.”

Colt couldn't say no to Beau when hedid that, when he usedthatvoice, the one that made Colt want to get on his knees and whine ‘yes, sir, please, sir.’

He glared. “You're playing dirty.”

“Gotta get in the mud yourself when you’re dealing with a shit who always plays dirty.” Beau kissed him again, chaste this time, and somehow that made Colt melt even more than the filthy kisses had. “Now, come on. Bed.”

Colt sighed and pushed his forehead into Beau’s shoulder. “Can I sleep with you and Toast?”