Bringing Him Home (10 page)

The little lift of Jared's mouth inched higher. "I don't really think you're in any condition to do something else."

Kyle looked down his sore and aching body. Jared was right. Despite the tingle starting in his balls and his cock beginning to think this was a great idea, Kyle knew he wasn't in any shape to make love. But he wanted to, he needed to. For Jared.

"How about we try and find out."

For a moment, Jared looked like he was going to refuse; then he muttered something under his breath that Kyle didn't catch but that sounded suspiciously like
gonna kill me
. Kyle grinned. He never knew relief could feel so sweet, and a little of the confidence he'd lost came back, specifically at the sight of Jared's body, tight and pumped full of expectation. Jared's cock was hard behind the zipper of his jeans and his face was flushed, and as Jared reached for him, his warm fingers sliding beneath Kyle's chin, Jared's hand shook slightly.

Jared let loose a small sigh, then placed both hands on Kyle's face. Kyle watched, his gaze never wavering until their lips met. Then he fluttered his eyes closed and let sensations of touch and taste take over. Jared's breath was hot, his tongue moist as it stroked along Kyle's bottom lip and then pressed for entry. Kyle opened for him, moaning as Jared's tongue deftly explored his mouth. The kiss was soft and slow, a relearning of texture and flavor. Jared's tongue teased his, sliding gently across the sensitive tip, slipping out and wetting his lip before coming back in for more. Winding his arms around Jared's neck, Kyle pulled him close, trying in some desperately stupid way to tell him he didn't want to let him go, had never wanted to let him go.

Jared moved closer and slid warm hands down Kyle's chest. The touch was exquisitely soft, and Kyle knew it was simply because Jared didn't want to hurt him. Right then Kyle didn't care about a little pain. Removing his arms from around Jared's neck, Kyle fumbled to find the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it roughly up to expose Jared's back and shoulders, forcing Jared to let go of his mouth so he could get it all the way off. The smile he was given lit Kyle up from the inside. He smiled back, though he knew his smile wasn't half as effective as Jared's had been.

Jared leaned forward again, moving to trail his lips along Kyle's jaw. The tip of Jared's tongue flicked against his earlobe, and then sharp teeth nibbled on the sensitive flesh. A shiver raced down Kyle's spine, and he moaned again, stunned when Jared laid the flat of his tongue against the entrance to his ear and then dipped inside. Kyle groaned and reached for the stud on Jared's jeans. Hard fingers helped him, sliding soft denim down long legs. Kyle curled his lips into a grin as Jared's thick, hard cock pushed against his black boxers.

"Get rid of them," he said, indicating the skimpy material that did nothing to hide either Jared's erection or the fact that his balls were full and heavy. Jared's gaze caught his, and with something like a tease, Jared hooked his thumbs beneath the band and slowly shimmied out of them.

"Like what you see?" Jared asked, hands on hips, cock jutting out from the juncture of his thickly muscled thighs, and a laugh in his eyes that Kyle had almost forgotten seeing there.

"Definitely." And he did. He liked everything about Jared, from the top of his dark head to the tips of his strong toes. He carefully scooted up the bed and pulled a pillow from under his head and stuffed it beneath his hips while awkwardly shucking out of his briefs. Jared looked at him askance.

"It would be easier the other way," he said. "Can't you get on your hands and knees?"

Kyle shook his head. He didn't think he could; the pressure on his ankle would be too much, and he couldn't put a lot of weight on his arms, but that wasn't why he decided not to put himself in that position. He didn't want to be taken from behind.

"No, I want to look in your eyes."

Jared would have to know why Kyle wanted them to make love that way. The feeling he'd got when buried inside Jared had been a revelation, a turning point. It compared to nothing he'd experienced before, neither physically nor emotionally, and he wanted Jared to feel the same, to understand what it was they could still have if Jared would forgive him.

Jared stared at him for a moment, then nodded, and once again Kyle felt a semblance of relief. This genuinely wasn't going to be the easiest of ways to get his ass reamed, but he really wanted to look in Jared's eyes while they made love, because despite the new feelings that were going on in his heart and mind, he still wasn't sure what was going on in Jared's.

Jared climbed onto the bed and knelt between Kyle's open thighs. The click of a bottle of lube being opened caught Kyle's attention, and he glanced down his body and watched as Jared poured liquid onto his fingers. Without saying a word, Jared eased Kyle's thighs farther apart. Kyle tensed a little, anticipating the press of Jared's digit through the tight muscle that guarded his body. He knew Jared wouldn't hurt him, but still, Jared's wasn't going to stop at just one finger, not this time. The warm slide of gel at his hole had him tensing even more.

"Relax."

"I am."

Jared raised an eyebrow. "This is relaxed?" he asked, pushing just slightly and meeting resistance.

Kyle closed his eyes and willed his body to let Jared in, but before he could do anything, Jared loosened his hold and removed his finger. Eyes flying open, Kyle's heart stuttered, thinking Jared had given up, but warm lips came down on his before his brain registered the shift in Jared's weight.

"Don't freeze me out," Jared whispered against his mouth.

"I'm not. I want you in me."

"You sure?" Soft lips and grazing teeth nibbled along his jaw and down to his throat.

Kyle arched his neck, offering himself, submitting. On his back, legs spread, Jared leaning over him, teeth at his throat, he was at his most vulnerable, yet he trusted Jared. "Yes, I'm sure," he answered, though Jared seemed to have already accepted his consent, because he'd started working his way down Kyle's chest, taking little bites of the flesh not bruised and soothing over it with a soft swipe of his tongue. Light tingles brushed over Kyle's skin, swirling patterns that joined and coalesced at his groin. His nipples hardened even more, painful nubs that begged to be touched. Either sensing Kyle's need or slaking his own, Jared stroked a wet and wonderful tongue across a tight bead of bundled-up nerves that had Kyle gasping for more and that Jared seemed happy to give. The encouragement was probably what Jared was waiting for, because he once again slipped warm fingers between the firm cheeks of Kyle's ass and pressed forward. This time Kyle was ready and welcomed the invasion. Jared's finger slid slow but deep until Kyle felt the edge of Jared's knuckles press against him.

"So beautiful." Jared's murmured words were said against the soft skin of Kyle's stomach, the vibrations sending shivers of delight up and down his backbone.

Kyle groaned, then quickly drew in a jagged breath as Jared started pulling his finger back out. The slow internal drag was exquisite, so too the feeling of pressure. Yet Kyle quickly realized it wasn't enough. Anything he did with Jared was not going to be anywhere near enough; he was always going to want more. God, how could he nearly have fucked this up?

Jared continued to kiss and tease as he sank his finger back inside, bringing Kyle close to a point when he was going to start begging. Then Jared gave one last swipe with his tongue, one last little kiss, and sat up. Kyle closed his eyes for a moment, relying on his other senses to feel what Jared was doing, to listen to the small sounds Jared was making, to smell the heady scent of arousal that rose from their heated bodies; then he opened his eyes and looked up, surprised to see Jared's gaze focused on the way he moved his finger in and out. With each plunge, Jared's glistening tongue slipped out of his mouth. Kyle watched it, fascinated, the pink wet tip a parody of how Jared was easing back and forth.

So intent was he on the sensual display, he didn't notice when Jared inserted another finger, stretching him wider. It was only when Jared twisted his hand and curled his fingers to stroke across Kyle's heated gland that he had his focus taken off one type of pleasure and onto another.

The sound that came out of his throat was deep and plaintive, and as Jared glanced up at him, Kyle unconsciously began to match Jared's movements, thrusting up to meet Jared's probing fingers as they slowly fucked him. Jared did that eyebrow thing again, and Kyle almost laughed.

"Can't help it," he said instead. "Fucking good."

A beautifully soft smile spread over Jared's face. "I know, believe me, I know. I'm going to stretch you a little more, okay?"

"Yeah." Kyle held still, grimacing slightly as he felt the burn, but it was gone as quickly as it started. The extra finger filled him, and he belatedly wondered how much thicker Jared's cock was going to feel. That thought caused his internal muscles to clench. Jared hissed through his teeth. Kyle gripped tighter, and a ripple of pleasure began to flare outward, shifting from one pulse point to another.

"I think you're ready," Jared managed to get out through a clenched jaw. He withdrew his fingers with agonizing control. Kyle remembered how Jared had complained when he had done that to him, and now he knew why.

Jared deftly slicked himself up with lube and took a tighter grip on Kyle's thigh. He pressed forward with his throbbing shaft, the blunt tip smearing across Kyle's waiting hole, pausing only for a second before penetrating him. Kyle was determined to take all of Jared with one thrust, so as soon as Jared breached the relaxed muscle, he pushed up to join him.

"All of you," he ground out, bearing down to ease the entry of Jared's ample length, holding his breath until Jared's thighs met his in an intimate kiss. Stretched, full, Kyle whimpered. Jared instantly stilled.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, concern clouding his eyes.

Kyle shook his head. "No. But just...give me a minute."

It wasn't how full he was, or the pleasure he could feel, it was simply that Jared was in him, which made Kyle want to savor this. What kind of fucking fool had he been to walk away from him? If Jared forgave him, Kyle knew damn well he'd want to stay with him. Even here, in this house, in this town. He could learn to deal with the memory of past pain and hurt, the humiliation and disgrace of his family's rejection. He could deal with it, if Jared could deal with having him.

Hard, sweat-slicked body poised and ready above him, Jared patiently waited. "You can move now," Kyle told him. Jared's mouth lifted, but then his eyes darkened. Kyle watched them, understanding the nuances. "I'm not going to break, Jared. You don't have to be gentle with me."

Jared nodded. "I'll go as slow as I can, okay?"

"You like it hard and fast," Kyle reminded him.

"I know, but..."

Kyle reached for Jared's hand and curled his fingers around it. He squeezed. "You're not going to hurt me," he said, trying to reassure him, though he wasn't convinced he'd succeeded.

Jared nodded and squeezed his hand in return. "If you don't like it, stop me."

"Will I have time?" Kyle asked, suddenly grinning. He could already see the strain on Jared's face; he didn't think Jared was going to take long.

"Probably not." Jared flexed his fingers on Kyle's thigh. "You all right like this? I want to watch." He looked down at where their bodies joined, his gaze hot and intent.

Kyle groaned. Watching Jared as Jared watched them fucking was not something Kyle would have suspected would turn him on any more than he already was.

"That a yes?" Jared asked.

Kyle nodded, not trusting his voice any longer. He looked up into Jared's eyes and saw a brief flash of lust before it settled into something else. Could that something be forgiveness? Was Kyle hoping for too much?

"You ready?"

Kyle nodded again. He expected Jared to pull partway out and slam into him. Instead Jared pushed a little deeper and then pulled back a tiny bit, starting a very short pattern of quick but gentle thrusts. Almost disappointed, Kyle concentrated on the slight tingle of pleasure just barely felt, wondering how he was going to come if that was all there was going to be. Then Jared grunted, and the small thrusts changed, becoming longer, faster. Kyle suddenly realized Jared was building up his pace and depth, and he steeled himself for the onslaught. The sparse tingle started to increase with each inward plunge and quickly became a fully-fledged melee of ecstasy by the time Jared had got into his rhythm. Hard and fast was what Jared had said, and hard and fast was what he did.

Kyle was dazed at the sensations that pulsed through him. Each glide of Jared's hard length slid across his prostate, sending electric shocks to pierce and shred every nerve ending. His cock was so hard Kyle knew if he touched it, it would burst in his hand. He couldn't concentrate; instead he could only let each shocking wave of pure bliss sweep over him, drawing him into a pool of constant and unbelievable pleasure. Heat enveloped his body, mingling with the blazing touch of Jared's skin on his. The rising scent of arousal filled the air around him, invading his nostrils, painting his tongue, letting him taste the pulsing need building in both of them. Reflexively his body began to arch into the thrusts in a frantic effort to end it. He needed to come, yet some part of him wanted to wait, wanted to feel Jared's seed fill him, wanted to know their culmination was total, mutual. He just wanted to know Jared still wanted him.