Free Don't Drink the Holy Water by Bailey Bradford Page A

after last night. Just from being with him.
    Axel’s dick perked up and he squirmed in his seat. “Yeah? Well you do it for me, too, West. Not like anyone else has before.”
    West looked at him sideways. “Jukie’s pretty sexy.”
    “Jukie is pretty damned psychotic,” Axel muttered. “He left me out in the desert that night. Retaliation for breaking up with him over a month earlier. Add in—” Talking about Jukie’s addictions wasn’t cool.
    West, however, didn’t seem surprised. “Yeah, I heard.”
    Axel thought about it. “Oh. The guy you were with.”
    “Right. Terrence. He mentioned Jukie having some, er, problems.”
    Since West was blushing again, Axel had a feeling those problems might not just be the drugs and booze. Although they were probably caused by it. He didn’t ask if Jukie hadn’t been able to get it up or come. That was too much info for him.
    “Yeah, anyway, Jukie’s just…” Axel didn’t want to talk about his ex. “In the past. You’re here, with me.” He ran a hand down West’s arm and noticed him shiver. Axel looked into West’s eyes, and even though the lights weren’t dimmed and anyone could walk in and see them, he didn’t care. Axel leaned over and brushed his lips over West’s, once, twice, then he slanted them fully on West’s.
    West mewled softly as he parted his lips. He clutched at Axel with one hand, holding on to his shoulder.
    Axel kissed him eagerly, licking in deep and almost coming in his pants when West sucked on his tongue. He closed his eyes and lost himself in West, pressing in closer, trying to touch him wherever possible.
    West eased back, breathless, panting. Axel opened his eyes, stunned by how needy he felt.
    “The previews are starting,” West rasped.
    It was only then Axel even realized the lights had been dimmed. A second later, the screen flickered with the first of many previews.
    Axel was good. He made jokes and fervently hoped no one else came into the theater. His hopes were dashed for a moment when a group of four came in, but they settled into the front row.
    “That always gave me a neck ache,” West mused.
    “Me too. West?” Axel held his breath, shocked that he was going to ask what he was going to ask. But damn it, West’s cock was hard still, and Axel’s was too.
    “Yeah?” West squeezed Axel’s hand then rested it with his on West’s thigh.
    Was that a hint? Axel couldn’t decide. He’d vowed not to screw up tonight, and he fully intended to keep that vow. So, clarification. “Do you…” God, he had to swallow and try again because his voice cracked. “Do you want me to touch you?”
    West’s eyes rounded. Even in the darkened theater, Axel could see his shocked expression. “ Here? ”
    Axel nodded. “If by here, you mean in the movie theater, yes. If by here, you mean—” He slowly unlatched his hand from West’s and stroked up West’s tensed thigh. “Stop me if you want to stop me, West. I won’t get mad.”
    West gulped and after a moment’s hesitation, he spread his legs slightly.
    That was an invitation. Axel knew it was. He moved at less than a snail’s pace, giving West every opportunity to tell him no or stop him.
    The movie started, but neither of them paid any attention. Axel slid out of his seat, onto his knees, and looked up at West imploringly.
    West shuddered and shut his eyes. “Axel—”
    Axel moved his hand and finally, he was able to feel the heat through the denim of West’s jeans. He cupped West’s dick and almost moaned at the thickness of it.
    Axel wanted to move over and kneel in front of West, but there wasn’t enough room. Frustrated, he tried to figure out another way he could get that fat cock in his hands—or mouth.
    West pressed his hand to Axel’s and pushed, asking silently for more pressure. Axel gave it to him, then he traced the outline of West’s cock and rubbed over the head.
    West hissed and the next thing Axel knew, he was being tugged to his feet.
    “Can