Page 57 of Constantly Cotton
He’d never, ever done that before.
By the time he came down, he was still shaking, almost sobbing, and Jason had pulled the covers around them and was murmuring soothingly into his ear.
“Oh God,” Cotton said finally, the first coherent thing he could remember saying.
“Yeah.” Jason’s voice was gruff, tender, and Cotton’s throat ached. Could he ever remember tenderness like this?
“I, uh, didn’t do anything embarrassing, did I?” Cotton asked, almost afraid.
“God no,” Jason replied, nuzzling his temple. “But you did come apart.”
Cotton heard a note in his voice that made him smile. His eyes burned, and his ears ached along with his throat, and his body was trying to figure out how something he’d thought he’d known like the stroke of his own hand was now colossal and terrifying and overwhelming. But he recognized that sound in Jason’s voice.
“You’re damned proud of that,” he said, his teeth chattering a little.
“Best damned thing I’ve ever done,” Jason said, like a vow. That was the last thing they said for a little while as Cotton shuddered out the last of his climax in his lover’s arms.
JASON’S EVENbreathing told Cotton he’d fallen asleep, and Cotton rolled out of bed to go wash up. Jason surprised him by rolling over and pulling him close.
“No,” he mumbled. “Don’t leave yet.”
“I’m messy,” Cotton said, thinking about his stomach and backside, both caked with come.
“I know. I’m proud of that. Let it stay a minute.”
Cotton’s breath caught, and he rolled into Jason’s chest as Jason nuzzled him some more.
“Is that weird?” Jason asked, but it didn’t sound like he cared. “Weird that I want you on my skin too? I want us to be a memory we can’t lose.”
“No,” Cotton whispered. “Not weird. I don’t want you to ever go away.” He paused. “You’re so young. In your heart. All the awfulness in the world, and you’ve seen it firsthand. How are you so young?”
“My heart hasn’t gotten much use,” Jason confessed. “All the awfulness in the world, and very little of it has been perpetrated against me personally.” He pulled Cotton close, close enough that Cotton could hear the beating of that heart. “Besides my sister’s ordeal, I think the most awful thing to happen to me is going to be losing you.”
Cotton made a hurt sound, and Jason added, “But that’s only because having you is the most wonderful thing. I need to be grateful for this moment, right here.”
“Me too,” Cotton mumbled, and this time, they really did fall asleep.
COTTON WOKEup close to morning to use the bathroom. When he came back, he found Jason propped up on his elbow, regarding him with wide, shiny eyes as he emerged.
“Hurry up and let me in,” Cotton mumbled, and Jason lifted the covers for him.
“Chilly?” Jason asked, sliding his arm around Cotton’s bare stomach and pressing up along his backside again.
“Yes!” Cotton laughed, welcoming Jason’s warmth along his back.
“But you didn’t put on any underwear.” Jason’s hand splayed possessively over his stomach, and Cotton wriggled, enjoying that.
“Nope.”
“Were you, maybe, counting on me to keep you warm?”
Cotton smiled, loving the play, the way the words made him laugh. “Maybe.”
“Mm….” Jason bucked his hips, pushing his stiffening erection up against Cotton’s bottom. “How warm?” he purred in Cotton’s ear.
“Incendiary,” Cotton replied, thrusting back.
Jason parted his cheeks and Cotton propped his knee up and ah! His length, his girth—a teeny bit of slick and he slid right in. This time was warmer, slower, luxurious. Cotton took his time to remember the feel of him, the width of his hands across Cotton’s stomach, and his smell. When climax washed over the two of them, it was warm, cleansing, and gentle, and Cotton drifted off to sleep with Jason still inside him, like that was how it always should be.
