Free The Terms of Release by BA Tortuga Page B

Keep your stupid mouth busy—that was his motto.
    Sage opened right up to him, tongue sliding alongside his. Shit, if this was how good Sage was at kissing in three hours, Win was going to fucking die in a week. There would be little pieces of him all over the county. No laughing, either. That would probably upset Sage. And God knew, that was the very last thing on earth he wanted. He wanted this to be the best thing that ever happened to Sage.
    Kissing harder, he reached between them and got a hand on their cocks. Yeah. Oh, that was the ticket.
    Sage made this amazing noise, almost swallowed, and Win nodded. That was it. Come on, honey. Win realized he needed to see Sage come more than he wanted to let go himself.
    “Don’t stop.” Sage grabbed him, deepened their kiss, the man near wild against him.
    No. No, there would be no stopping. Not until they hit the finish line.
    The tip of their cocks rubbed together, bumped hard, and Win’s toes curled. He teetered on the edge, worrying Sage’s lower lip with his teeth. He pushed his thumb against Sage’s slit, wanting to push the man over the edge.
    “Adam.” Sage curled up, shot, heat covering his fingers, his belly, his cock.
    “Oh fuck, Sage….” Win came too, his balls so tight he thought they might bust.
    “Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” Sage blinked at him, all baby-headed, neck as loose as a shot rubber band.
    Win slid his free hand up behind Sage’s head and tilted the man up for one more kiss. Maybe two. These were lazy, happy touches.
    Sage actually chuckled, the sound sweet, soft. “I think that was better than Blue Bell ice cream.”
    Win laughed, surprising himself. “I think so too.”
    “Good thing we can have both, huh?”
    Oh. Oh, someone had a sense of humor. That made him so happy. Win nodded. “Ice cream good.”
    “Uh-huh. Strawberry and Cookies ’n Cream.”
    “With cream?” He loved whipped cream in a can.
    “Are you a Reddi-wip whore?”
    Win was loving these flashes of wit, of charm. “I am. I can just eat that. Oh man, did you know at the holidays it comes in caramel and peppermint?”
    “Ice cream?”
    “No, honey, the whipped cream.”
    “Dude. Really?” Sage’s expression went distant, a little lost, and Win couldn’t help but touch, wanting to ease whatever thought was in there. Sage jumped, cheek heated under his hand. “I just… I guess the holidays will be different this year. Better. They have to be, don’t they?”
    Fuck, he had a ton of questions. When had Sage gone in, exactly? What was it like, to have Christmas inside? Had there been Christmas? How in the hell did you ask that sort of thing when you were naked and sticky and leaning together on the oldest nattiest couch in history?
    Win guessed you didn’t ask. He would bet Sage wouldn’t offer. All he could think to say was “Well, I sure hope I can help with that.”
    “I reckon you can.” Sage grinned, eyes crinkling up. “First, though, let’s make it through Halloween without someone trying to burn Daddy’s barns down.”
    His mouth flattened into a hard line. “I swear to God, if anyone messes with your folks….”
    “They won’t.” Sage’s face was calm, quiet. “They’ll mess with me. I can take it. They won’t get through me to Momma or Daddy, either one.”
    Win wanted to jump in front of Sage and protect him from everything, but that was silly. The man could cope. Sage was stronger than anyone gave him credit for.
    Sage stood up, headed for the tiny bathroom, and brought out two washrags.
    “Thanks, man,” Win said as he took one, then rubbed it over his skin, which was sensitive as hell.
    Sage cleaned himself quickly, pulled on his shorts, and got two battered containers of ice cream out of the freezer. They settled in and grinned at each other, both of them sucking cream off their spoons.
    “Ice cream’s good, huh?”
    “It’s great.” Somehow it tasted better when he sat and ate it with Sage. He really wanted to stay the night, but