Page 28 of Everything Changes

“Is that comfortable for you?” Jase asked worriedly, his fingers playing over the edge of Carey’s prosthetic.

Carey grimaced a little. “I’d rather take it off when we’re in bed, if that’s—”

“Don’t you dare ask me if it’s okay. I want you comfortable.” Jase sat up and pressed his lips to Carey’s ear, playing them softly over the sensitive shell as he spoke. “Because when I make you scream, I don’t want it to be because of anything but pleasure.” He stuck his tongue hotly in Carey’s ear, reveling in the full-body shudder that went through him, the way his cock jumped where it rested on Jase’s stomach.

Jase fell back against the pillows again, watching in satisfaction as Carey moved to the edge of the bed, easing his stump out of the leg socket, his movements hurried and eager even as he handled the prosthetic carefully. He lifted himself back to straddle Jase’s hips, sighing in relief as he settled in.

“Much better. And I won’t break, Jase,” he said quietly, his palms smoothing over Jase’s chest. “I can handle any position, I think, except standing. Obviously.”

Jase ran his hands up and down Carey’s thighs, feeling the muscles in each leg, charting the differences. Carey’s support leg was nicely defined from constant use, the muscles taut and ropy. The muscles of the stump were a little different since it was subject to a different range of motion, more bulky instead of wiry. Jase didn’t see anything but grit and determination, courage and strength, and he couldn’t help but murmur, “So beautiful.”

Carey blushed, then leaned down, propping himself on his hands as he feathered his lips across Jase’s, teasing Jase with the dampness of his tongue, chuckling as Jase growled and chased his mouth with his.

“Sexy tease,” Jase purred, moving his hands to skim them up and down Carey’s back, digging in. Carey quit tormenting Jase and kissed him full on, then, their tongues driving deep, tasting, experimenting. Jase settled his hands lightly on Carey’s hips and subtly moved him into a rhythm, their erect cocks rubbing together, the leaking wetness from the tips easing the way.

Carey pulled away from the kiss with a gasp. “What now?”

Jase reached for the bottle of lube he’d tossed aside earlier, flipping the cap open and encouraging Carey to sit back up.

“Lean back against me.” He waited until Carey complied, then coated his fingers liberally with lube, taking Carey’s cock in his hand and stroking it from base to tip, covering the hard flesh with the slick, dribbling more out of the bottle onto his own abdomen.

Carey’s mouth fell open as Jase jacked him slowly, and his head tipped back, a long groan spilling from his chest. “Oh God,” he gasped.

“That’s right,” Jase murmured. “Feels so good.” As he stroked Carey, he continued to dribble lube out, covering his own cock, enjoying the sight of Carey’s hips moving as he fucked Jase’s fist. Jase played with him for long minutes, varying the pressure and speed, ratcheting Carey’s excitement up as far as he dared without sending him over the edge. Finally he pulled his hand away and whispered, “Come down on top of me, Carey.”

Carey collapsed almost bonelessly to lie on Jase’s chest, his face buried in Jase’s neck as he panted.

“Now thrust against me,” Jase said fiercely. “Fuck me.” He helped Carey find the rhythm with his hands on his waist, and they both moaned as their slick cocks rubbed together, the heads glancing off of each other and the ridged muscles of the other’s abdomen. Jase flexed his hips, providing more friction for Carey, for himself, as they rutted together.

“That’s it, Gorgeous,” Jase groaned. “Fuck me.” Instead of speeding up like Jase expected, Carey changed the movement of his hips, rolling them in sinuous circles, massaging Jase’s heavy balls with his, causing Jase’s eyes to roll back in his head. He arched his back, his fingers digging into Carey’s thighs. Damn, the man was a natural top, and he was about to blow Jase’s fucking mind.

Jase moved his hand to Carey’s low back, riding the movement as he writhed on top of Jase, letting Carey feel his hand there before sliding his middle finger down between Carey’s cheeks and resting the tip over Carey’s puckered hole. Carey stiffened as Jase massaged the nerves with his slick fingertip, then relaxed again when Jase made no move to press inside, resuming the thrust of his hips.

Jase gripped Carey’s upper back, holding him tightly to him as he lifted and circled his hips, driving their cocks together hard and fast. He continued to trace the muscles of Carey’s asshole with his fingertip, waiting for just the right moment to…. Suddenly the tight sphincter relaxed, and Jase pushed his finger inside on a long, slow glide. Carey’s ass clamped down like a vise, and he tried to arch up off Jase, but Jase’s arm across his shoulders held him tight.

“Relax, Carey, trust me,” Jase rasped.

“It burns,” Carey moaned, but he made a valiant effort to relax as instructed, and Jase’s heart swelled with pride and love at Carey’s overt expression of trust. He held his finger halfway inside Carey, rotating his own hips, stimulating Carey’s cock with his own until the muscles relaxed again and Jase’s finger eased the rest of the way in to the knuckle.

“That’s it, you can take me,” Jase said encouragingly.

Carey gasped, “Fuck, that feels weird,” and laughter shook them both as Carey lay still, adjusting to the new sensation. When he thought Carey was ready, Jase tentatively started a slow thrust and retreat with his finger, his movement becoming firmer and sharper as Carey’s gasps turned to moans and his hips resumed their sensuous circling.

“Feel better? Feel good?” Jase asked, twisting his finger and crooking it up, just like so….

“Yes,” Carey stuttered. “Still weird, but… ahh, fuck!” Jase chuckled throatily as he pressed his fingertip against Carey’s prostate again and rubbed it firmly. Carey whimpered, and Jase could feel his openmouthed pants against his neck.

“Did I find the spot, Carey?” Jase hissed. “You feel that sweet ache deep inside, right there?” He pressed again, and Carey wailed, his voice hoarse.

Jase pulled out and added another finger to Carey’s ass, shoving deep and zeroing in on that magic spot, fucking Carey’s ass while Carey lost control, breaking Jase’s hold across his shoulders and pushing up on his hands as he moved wildly against Jase, driving his hard cock down, rutting, pushing back on those tormenting fingers.

Jase could see Carey’s head hanging between his arms as he watched their cocks rub together, and Jase reached between their bodies with his free hand, took both erections in a firm grip, and began to jack them in time with the thrusts of his fingers into Carey’s ass.

“Come for me, Carey,” he ground out, his hand flying up and down their cocks as his fingers massaged relentlessly. “Shoot your load all over me. I want to feel you come. All. Fucking. Over. Me!”

Carey bowed his back as he threw his head back, a long, aching cry breaking from his chest as he came hard and long, his cock spasming, his ass clamping down, the contractions deep inside milking Jase’s fingers. The heat and pressure of Carey’s ass, the sight of the man he loved in the throes of unimaginable pleasure, threw Jase over the edge, and his cock pulsed as ropes of semen were wrenched out of him to cover his chest, to mingle with Carey’s, their moans and cries filling the room.

Finally Carey collapsed on top of Jase, their bodies a sticky, sweaty mess. Jase pulled his fingers gently out of him, causing one more weak groan to spill from Carey’s swollen lips, and he enfolded Carey in his arms, murmuring soothingly in his ear.