Page 13 of Everything Changes

Carey responded to that whispered promise, wrapping his leg around Jase’s hips, his body arching up again, seeking.

Finally Jase, his eyes still troubled, took Carey’s mouth again with a groan of surrender. He pressed Carey back into the couch, coming down on top of him, devouring Carey’s lips with his. Carey tightened his leg around Jase’s waist, urgently rutting his erection against the hard bone of Jase’s hip.

“I just need—I want to feel good, Jase. Help me,” Carey begged.

“Shhh, Carey, I’ll take care of you,” Jase murmured, smoothing his hand down Carey’s body and sliding it underneath the elastic waistband of the athletic shorts and briefs he was wearing, yanking them down to his upper thighs. They both gasped as Jase took Carey’s erect cock in his hand, gathering up the wetness at the slit and using it as lubricant as he started a slow rhythm, stroking Carey from base to tip, his palm swiping over the engorged head on the upstroke.

Carey was lost in pleasure, which was what he wanted, what he needed. He didn’t have to think; he didn’t have to worry—all he had to do was feel. He’d never had a handjob like this, his cock handled firmly and roughly with callused fingers, not tentative and delicate like it would break. It felt so fucking good. Jase pushed Carey’s T-shirt up out of the way, and Carey could feel Jase’s knuckles rub against his naked abs as he jacked Carey hard.

Carey unwrapped his leg from Jase’s hips and rehooked it over the back of the couch, letting his stump fall far to the side, and thrust his hips up into the tunnel of Jase’s fist, fucking it hard. He lifted his head and looked down his body, watching the angry purple head of his cock appear and disappear through Jase’s grip.

It was so sexy that Carey threw his head back, gritting his teeth as he fought not to come. But coming was the fucking goal, wasn’t it? Feeling good, forgetting, was what he wanted, and he allowed himself to let go, arching his back as his orgasm swept through him, snapping his hips up, letting Jase stroke him through it. His abs and chest were covered with streaks of hot come, his cock pulsing. It seemed to go on forever, and then it was over, and Carey collapsed back into the depths of the couch.

Jase was panting, his eyes black with lust, his lips moist and parted. He reached down and ripped his jeans open and shoved them to his thighs, releasing his erection. It sprang up and slapped Jase’s belly, it was so hard. Carey barely got a glimpse of it before Jase came down over top of him.

“Wrap around me,” he grated, and Carey complied, bringing his leg back around Jase’s hips as Jase braced his hands on either side of Carey’s head where it rested on the arm of the couch.

Jase started thrusting, his cock dragging across Carey’s abdomen, and Carey realized with a flash of heat Jase was using Carey’s come as lubrication. Jase drove his hips down, rutting hard and fast, and Carey squeezed his leg tighter around Jase’s hips, thrusting up, giving Jase the friction he needed to reach orgasm. Jase groaned long and low as his cock pulsed and jerked against Carey’s abs, sending hot jets of come spurting out to mix with Carey’s own. Jase came so hard some of it splattered on the underside of Carey’s chin.

Jase collapsed down on top of Carey, their sweat and come mixing together, Jase’s face buried in Carey’s damp neck, their breathing rough and uneven. As Carey’s orgasm haze started to dissipate, he stiffened in horror and embarrassment. What had he done? He shoved at Jase’s shoulders, and Jase pushed himself up, his eyes wary and full of unreadable emotion.

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, disappearing and then reappearing a few minutes later with a warm cloth. He gently cleaned Carey’s abs, chest, and chin of their combined fluid, and Carey shut his eyes tight, refusing to look at his friend, the man he’d just… fucked? Jesus.

“We need to talk about this, Carey,” Jase said as he finished the cleanup, pulling Carey’s clothing back to rights.

“I know, but… not now. Please, not now.”

Jase blew out a breath but didn’t say anything more, just picked Carey’s crutches up from where they had been tossed, helped him gain his feet, and watched Carey hop off to his bedroom. Carey didn’t look back, going through the bedroom door and shutting it firmly in Jase’s face.

The next morning Carey hobbled out to the dining room, drawn by the scent of coffee, and sat down at the table, laying his crutches carefully on the floor. Jase silently served him a cup along with a toasted english muffin with raspberry jelly, his preferred breakfast. Jase fixed himself his own meal, then sat down across from Carey and looked at him steadily.

“We need to talk about this,” he said quietly.

Carey grimaced. “I know. But I don’t want to.”

Jase snorted. “Noted. But if we ignore it and let it fester….” He reached across the table and touched Carey’s hand, a spasm of pain going across his face as Carey moved away.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Carey.”

“What am I thinking? I’m thinking what the hell’s wrong with me, is what I’m thinking!”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Carey clenched his hand around his coffee mug. “I’m so fucked up, Jase. I’ve been so angry and hurting, and all I wanted was for it to stop. I fucking used you to make myself feel better. That makes me an utter prick.”

“You’re not a prick, Carey. Sex is a basic human need, a comfort. You needed comfort, and I was there.”

“Yeah, but you’re a….”

“I’m a man?” Jase’s lips quirked. “I’m also your friend, and I was willing. What I’m not willing to do is let this affect or define our friendship. You’re too important to me, Carey, to lose you over something like this.”

“But I’m not gay, Jase,” Carey said miserably.

“Letting a friend comfort you physically, even if that friend happens to be a man, doesn’t make you gay, Carey. Last night you needed something, and you needed it from someone you can trust, someone you know won’t hurt you and has your best interests at heart. I’m honored that that person was me.”

Carey finally looked Jase full in the face. “I feel safe with you, Jase. I do. But I feel really weird about what happened. I mean, my best friend jerked me off, for fuck’s sake!”

“Carey, it was just physical release, okay? It was mutually satisfying, something that maybe we both needed. It doesn’t mean that anything more has to happen, or that I’m going to declare undying love for you now that I’ve come all over your chest.”