Page 55 of Constantly Cotton
“Hang out?” Cotton tried to tease, but his voice cracked, and Jason gave him a wink.
“Yeah, hang out.”
Jason turned and closed the door behind them, then locked it too, probably because someone in his job had the nth-level paranoia to do that. Then he flicked on one of the lamps and switched off the overhead light and, after helping Cotton up for a moment, pulled the covers down.
“No rose petals?” Cotton asked, still going for light and teasing.
“I was thinking wildflowers, but you know, grass stains,” Jason said, turning into him. Cotton was reminded of the slight height difference, of the fact that Jason was, in fact, a little taller than he was. He was reminded of the heavy muscles that had once dominated Jason’s chest and that would probably do so again as Jason struggled to recover.
He was reminded that Jason, for all his teasing and kindness, was older and wiser and had wanted to “cherish” Cotton, a thing Cotton wasn’t sure had ever actually happened before.
Jason held Cotton’s cheeks this time and plundered his mouth, his movements measured and passionate and sincere. Cotton whimpered and fell back against the bed again as Jason grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Cotton was going to yank down his own shorts next, but Jason was spending an eternity licking his chest, and Cotton was all for that.
Jason’s lips skated along his smooth skin, barely skimming his nipples as he used his mouth, tongue, and fingertips to explore.
“So pretty,” Jason mused. He raised his head to take Cotton’s mouth again while his fingers continued to air-kiss Cotton’s nipples. Cotton put his hands on Jason’s hips, mostly to anchor himself while Jason investigated. He kept thinking he should bedoingsomething, giving Jason a tour, pointers, anything. It had beenten yearsfor Jason Constance, and he was choosing to end his celibacy with Cotton! But Cotton’s body was telling him that while he’d thought he’d known what sex was all about, he’d been wrong, totally and completely wrong, and suddenly following Jason’s lead was the only thing he could do.
Jason pulled back and lowered his head to Cotton’s nipple, where he sucked lightly and then a little harder. Cotton moaned and melted into the mattress, because his muscles were a joke and nothing could support him now.
And Jason kept kissing. He found the fly to Cotton’s cargo shorts and tugged it open. Cotton managed to lift his hips while Jason stripped him down, and then Cotton was naked on the bed while Jason pushed him back against the sheets.
“You’re still dressed,” Cotton complained breathlessly.
Jason grimaced. “I’m not as pretty,” he said, completely practical.
Cotton shoved himself up on his elbows. “Wait a minute—”
“You’ve seen all of me!” Jason laughed. “At this point, I’ve got as much sex appeal as a carton of milk!”
Cotton growled a little and was surprised because he usually only made that sound on camera, not in his private bed. After pushing himself up farther, he grabbed the bottom of Jason’s zipped hoodie and his T-shirt, pulling them both up and over Jason’s head before he could protest.
And Jason was right that Cotton had seen all of him, had given him sponge baths, knew where his bandages were and what the stitches looked like underneath. But right now, in the glow of the lamps, knowing that the body in question—stringier now than it had been, but still defined, still vital—was pulsing with desire for Cotton, it looked very much different.
It almost glowed.
Cotton paused in wonder to touch the same skin that he’d tended with a washcloth and antiseptic, but now with sex in his fingertips. The difference was extraordinary, and Cotton had to swallow past a dry mouth as he realized Jason’s nipples—pale and tiny—were erogenous zones now, and Cotton had been given a pass to play.
He tasted, and tasted again, suckling as Jason had. This time Jason was the one who moaned, and Cotton licked and teased some more.
Jason’s palm in the middle of his chest, pushing him down, was not exactly unwelcome, but Cotton still gave a sound of protest.
“Mine!” he said, allowing himself to be gentled.
“Me first,” Jason said, laughing, and then he positioned himself sideways on the bed and kissed down Cotton’s body, pausing to lick playfully at his navel and then, oh thank the stars, making his way to Cotton’s cock.
His orgasm that morning had been a surprise, but it also hadn’t been that deep or far-reaching. A preliminary or appetizer, Cotton guessed, for what they were doing now. Thick, fat, and long, his cock rested against his thigh, and Cotton had learned to be grateful it functioned so well but otherwise to not attach a whole lot of self-worth to the thing. He’d learned over the years that if a guy let the size of his cock define his personality, he would be, at best, a big fat dick. At worst, he’d be a little petty dick. But either way he wouldn’t be all that fun to be around.
Jason’s firm grip around him made his entire philosophy skew a little.
Jason stroked him with wonder, but he also kept up the kissing on his stomach and around his hipbones. The clench and release of his body took him by surprise, and Cotton hissed as his cock spat precome. Before he could control himself, he heard his own voice, begging.
“Lick me? Please? Oh God—”
And Jason complied immediately, licking, sucking, pulling Cotton’s length into the wet heat of his mouth and squeezing with his lips and tongue. Cotton thought fleetingly of touching himself, of pinching his own nipples, but he couldn’t even concentrate on that. Instead he crumpled the sheets in his fists and cried out, bucking, thinking he could hold back, make this a small peak, but Jason’s hand grazed his balls gently, and Cotton’s vision went white with a full-blown orgasm as he came into Jason’s mouth.
Jason swallowed—twice—and pulled himself up the bed, still wearing his cargo shorts, looking supremely pleased with himself as he rested his head on Cotton’s shoulder.
