“You have no idea. Seriously. Jesus. I want to just—”
“Then why don’t you?”
Jason swore out loud again, shoved jeans and clinging grey boxer-briefs down, took himself in a tight grip as his length jutted out. The head was flushed and dark and fat against his tanned hand. “You want that? You want me to—not be rough with you, I won’t, I would never—but you want me to just take you, how I want—”
“I think…I might want that.” Legs falling wider, he gazed up at Jason. He wanted to lick that c**k, that tip, as Jason stood over him. “I know you won’t hurt me. I want—I want to be yours. So yes. However you want me.”
Jason’s next breath landed on a groan.
“I want you,” Colby informed him, just to be clear.
“Colby,” Jason said, and pounced. The muscles became a whirlwind of action. Those hands
