Page 50 of Constantly Cotton
Cotton groaned and arched against him, and Jason’s eyes popped open. Three nights of necking and he hadn’t once felt Cotton’s, erm, erection.
“Oh my God,” he said, the hard ridge of flesh arching against his hip. “Is that you?”
Cotton gave him a shy smile. “I’m, uhm… you know. It’s sort of a requirement. You can’t just be cute.”
Jason laughed. “I knew you were more than averypretty face from the beginning,” he said, and Cotton tilted his head back and undulated again.
“Are you sure you want to wait until tonight?” he begged, and Jason used some of his new strength to flip them over so he was on top, kissing him and sliding his hand down the front of Cotton’s cargo shorts.
“Do you want me to take the edge off?” he whispered. “I’m an old man, mind you. I might not be able to go twice in a night, but you, I bet I could take you in my mouth and—”
Cotton arched up against him hard, his body bucking, and he grabbed at Jason’s shoulders with desperate fingers. His mouth opened soundlessly, and then he gave an agonized cry.
Jason let out a stunned breath as Cotton’s entire body relaxed and he felt a warmth spreading against his stomach through Cotton’s shorts.
“Oh wow,” he said, shocked.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Cotton told him, eyes wide. “I… I… I mean, I’ve never done that before. Not even when I hadn’t had sex before!”
Jason’s smile felt like it was going to take over his entire head. Hisscalpwas crinkling into laugh lines.
“Ohwow!” he said again, feeling about twelve. “My God, Cotton, are you good formyego!”
Cotton covered his eyes with his arm. “Can I go wash up and die alone now?”
“No!” Jason rolled to the side so they wouldn’t both have to wash up. Cotton had done a good job packing, and there was a mudroom in the rear of the cabin with a washer and dryer and supplies, but they didn’t have an abundance of clothing. “No,” he said again, sliding off the bed and giving Cotton a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a warm washrag, helped Cotton out of his cargo shorts, and wiped him down thoroughly, impressed that he was not only really long and thick, but also still partially erect.
“I don’t mean to keep harping on this,” he said as he helped Cotton into another pair of briefs and went looking for the final pair of cargo shorts between them. “Because I don’t want you to feel like an object here. But, uhm, is everybody—”
“Is everybody in porn that big?” Cotton asked wryly. “Yes and no.”
Jason turned toward him, brow furrowed. “And you’ll explain?”
Cotton let out a breath. “I never got to film a scene with him,” he said. “He left right after I got to Johnnies, and he works as our off-site event promoter now. But he’s… average. Average height, average build, average dick. Just… you know. Average. And….” Cotton looked pained. “I think he may have been developmentally disabled. Not a lot. Just enough to make school hard. He forgets things. He has to write everything down in his book, and we all remind him—gently—to do that. But he was one of their biggest earners for a while. John likes to say he was a reminder that the fantasy was for everyone, and I think he’s right. Anyway, since Reg there’s been a couple of other guys who aren’t… perfect. But they’re such great guys you have fun with them anyway. They’re not as successful as Reg, but I sort of like that, you know….”
“You’re not all gods and angels,” Jason said, getting it. Then he thought of himself, of all the weight he’d lost, of his larger-than-average-but-not-supersized endowment, and sighed. “I hope you’re okay with the fact thatI’mneither a god nor an angel.” He gave what he hoped was his prettiest smile, and Cotton managed to not look fatally embarrassed as he finished dressing.
“You’re already out of my league,” he said, rolling his eyes. “If youwerea god—or an angel—I think we’d be talking overkill.”
“Right,” Jason said sagely, keeping his sense of humor. “I mean, you can’t have two Dickinators in the same bed. They’d kill each other, badly.”
Cotton cackled. “Yeah, but could you imagine the name of that film?Dicked to Death: The Return of the Dickinator!”
Jason covered his face with his hands to hide his laughter, but he couldn’t. He ended up cackling while he and Cotton started a load of laundry and was still chuckling by the time he got his other shoe on and they started out the door. It was as though, by mutual agreement, they’d tabled sex and all of its intensity until they could hide in the shadows, because they were naked enough already.
THE WALKwas harder than he’d expected, and as his leg muscles grew weak and his knees grew wobbly before they even cleared the first bend around the lake, he let out a groan.
“Oh, this is so depressing,” he muttered. “I see why you didn’t start me out toward the resort now. I wouldn’t have cleared the cabins.” Jason was thinking about their surveillance team, who was good about waving to them and keeping them in the loop. Those were his men—he’d recruited each one of them, even Medina who seemed like a big goofy kid until you watched him in action behind a rifle with a scope. He didn’t want them to see him so tired he couldn’t hike halfway around a very small lake.
“I mostly didn’t want you to have to walk across that granite table that lines the lake’s edge,” Cotton admitted, keeping pace easily. “It’s about six zillion degrees on that thing, and we agreed, no swimming in the lake water until your stitches are out.”
Jason grunted. “Well, between you and the heat, I’m going to be taking a really amazing cold shower when we get back. Wow, it gets so cold out here at night. You wouldn’t think it was so hot under the sun!”
“High altitude,” Cotton said wisely, reminding Jason thathe’dbeen the one to remind Cotton of this a couple of days ago, because Cotton had fallen asleep midkiss after two loops around the lake by foot and anotherinthe water.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jason grumbled. “Less oxygen, more sun, which is currently trying to fry my puny ass to a crisp before we even reach the trees.”