Page 51 of Everything Changes

He heard Carey behind him, the rustle and rasp of pants being undone, then the snap of the top of a lube bottle being opened. He moaned, pushing his ass back toward where Carey was standing. “Need you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”

Carey stepped closer until Jase could feel the front of his thighs press against the backs of his own. Carey’s hands stroked over Jase’s buttocks, plumping and squeezing, pulling on the thong string, making Jase moan.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Carey growled. “Spread your legs.” Jase widened his stance, and Carey snapped the thong twice against Jase’s hole before yanking it to the side, finding and pressing slick fingers against his entrance, rubbing against the hypersensitive skin.

Jase pushed back against Carey’s fingers, flexing his entrance, trying to draw him in. He whimpered as Carey pushed a fingertip inside him, swirling it, pulling it back out, and then suddenly thrusting it deep. Jase arched up off the table at the burn and stretch, breathing openmouthed through the pleasure/pain as Carey added a second finger, twisted them wickedly, spread them inside Jase, opening him up.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Carey panted. “Are you ready?” Jase could hear the sound of the little foil packet, the snap of the latex.

“Fuck yes. Take me,” Jase grunted, spreading his legs more as he felt Carey press the head of his cock to his entrance, slowly pushing until the plump tip was inside him. Carey hissed.

“So tight, Jase, so hot,” he ground out. “This won’t last long.”

He started a slow thrust and retreat, opening Jase up slowly and carefully until he was fully seated inside, their balls pressed together. Carey leaned over Jase’s back, and Jase reveled in the weight of Carey’s body holding him down, his cock throbbing deep inside him.

“You look like such a little slut, Jase,” Carey growled. “Bent over, spread wide, underwear yanked aside so you can get fucked.” As he spoke he gave a sharp thrust against Jase’s sweet spot, making them both moan.

“God, Carey, you’re so fucking dirty,” Jase grated. “I love it. Fuck me hard, baby!” He bumped his hips back, fucking himself onto Carey’s cock, his grip tightening on the table as Carey slammed into him hard, his hips slapping against Jase’s ass, his balls swinging forward to tap Jase’s.

It only took a dozen more strokes like that before they were both coming, the throbbing of Carey’s cock and his guttural moans sending Jase over the edge as he came without even touching his own dick, the warm pulses of come filling up the inside of the thong and running down to pool under his balls. He felt Carey reach around and rub, his fingers massaging the wetness, groaning into Jase’s ear what a slut he was, how much Carey loved fucking him.

Then he wrapped Jase up in his arms, his still-hard cock deep inside Jase’s ass, as he whispered in his ear. “And I love you, Jase. I love you so much.”

SEVERAL HOURS later, Jase and Carey collapsed wearily on the couch in Jase’s living room, sprawling there bonelessly. Jase leaned down and untied his boots, kicking them off, wiggling his toes in relief.

“Fuck, I’m tired,” he groaned. He looked at his watch, groaning again when he realized it was 3:00 a.m.

“You want to sleep, or you want to talk?” Carey asked, scooting closer to lay his head on Jase’s shoulder, his hand resting high on Jase’s thigh. Jase slid his arm around him, pulling him close.

Jase took a deep breath, determined to get the worst part out of the way first. He reached over with his free hand and laced his fingers with Carey’s, his thumb smoothing over the back of Carey’s hand.

“About Jayden,” he said. “Nothing happened with him, Carey, since you left. I never touched him, I swear.”

“I know,” Carey said.

“I was going to tonight, as you could plainly see,” Jase said with difficulty. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“You needed me and I haven’t been here,” Carey said gently. “Tonight your adrenaline was raging, you were lonely. He was here and I wasn’t, and you had no reason to believe that I would be.”

“Carey—”

“Jase, stop. It’s okay. Nothing happened.”

“But it was going to, Carey. I fully intended on—”

“Don’t need details, Jase,” Carey said drily. It was his turn to take a deep breath. “I—uh, I’m kind of living in a glass house here, so I have no right to throw stones at you.”

“What?” Jase asked, bewildered.

“Well, I met this girl a few weeks ago. Her name is Jodi—”

Jase listened in disbelief as Carey told him about some neighbor of his he’d apparently dated for a few weeks. His jaw clenched when Carey admitted kissing her as some sort of experiment, but he held his tongue, knowing he’d sound like the worst sort of hypocrite if he made a stink over it, considering what had almost happened tonight with that fucking Jayden.

As much as he tried to tamp it down, his tone was still terse as he asked, “What happened after you kissed her?”

“She could tell that I wasn’t into her and asked me why, and I told her it was because I was already in love with my best friend.”

Jase sighed. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of hearing that.