Suddenly a laugh burst from his chest. Kyle had told him he liked it slow. Real slow. Jared smiled. He could do slow.
He could also do a hell of a lot of other things too.
Sucking in a settling breath, Jared concentrated on the road for a while, but his thoughts wouldn't remain still. Kyle had also taken a risk. Though Kyle had told him he had no commitments and was free to go where he pleased, that didn't mean he was prepared to just go anywhere. Yet he hadn't hesitated when Jared had asked him to come with him. Did that mean he'd also seen something in Jared that he hadn't been able to resist? Jared hoped so.
His mouth twisted into a smile. Was it possible he'd found the one thing he thought likely to never find? Had he found a man he could become involved with? Had he found someone he could end his loneliness with? It was too soon to know, but Jared had a feeling Kyle could be it. But that brought on a whole set of problems that right now he wasn't prepared to go into. Instead he wanted to think of what Kyle had said, about stopping somewhere and fucking each other senseless. That wasn't really the right way of getting to know Kyle first, but there was no harm in doing both at the same time, was there?
Once again he listened to the slow, steady breathing behind him and imagined Kyle's body curled up next to his, replete after making love, content, but eager for more. Kyle was responsive, and Jared could easily visualize how Kyle would react when he touched him, stroked him, pleasured him. It would be like watching a man come alive by slow degrees. He'd get to see the gradual build of desire in those bright blue eyes, get to witness the sinuous way his body would move as it began to tighten in need, get to feel the desperation as Kyle was close to coming; then finally, he'd be able to experience Kyle's shattering culmination as he came apart in Jared's hands.
Jared shuddered as he thought about Kyle and what he wanted to do to him and what he wanted Kyle to do in return. And not just once, but over and over. But was that possible? Was there even a remote chance that Kyle could want the same things? But that wasn't the question Jared knew he should be asking himself. The question was whether he was willing to risk it all to try and find out.
He drove for a while longer, his mind a whirling maelstrom of confusion and want, confliction and need, and then, when he finally couldn't take it anymore, he pulled off the road and into a small off-ramp that was currently deserted. He needed to find out if this should go any further, if it could go any further.
He turned the engine off and sat there contemplating his next move. Turning in his seat, he stared into the berth behind him. He bit his lip, the pounding of his heart loud in his ears, the throb of his pulse thickening the blood in his veins. Nerves had his palms sweaty and his hands shaking, and though he told himself there was nothing to be nervous about, he couldn't stop the flutter in his stomach or the tightening of his chest.
"Are you just going to sit there staring at me, or are you going to touch me?"
Kyle's voice and words galvanized Jared, and all thought of why he was doing this was wiped from his mind; alleviating the hunger that was running rampant through his body became foremost, and everything else was secondary. He practically launched himself into the bunk and on top of Kyle, pressing him hard into the mattress while he searched for and found Kyle's lips with his own.
Kyle grunted under the sudden onslaught but opened his mouth and kissed Jared back. Their mouths melded, tongues seeking and finding, tasting and teasing. Hot desire flared bright in Jared, and he moaned. He automatically reached between their bodies and grasped the hard length of Kyle's cock though his jeans. He cupped the thick bulge and rubbed lightly. Kyle groaned and thrust his hips into the touch.
"You like that?" Jared asked, tearing his mouth from Kyle's and shifting down slightly. Forcing a knee under him, he pushed up, freeing his hands so he could grip the bottom of Kyle's T-shirt. The space around them was small, but Jared didn't care how much he had to struggle--he wanted Kyle's clothes off him. He wanted to feel skin beneath his hands, his tongue. Kyle helped him, groaning as Jared slid his palms over the taut muscles of his chest.
Jared marveled at the smooth, silky texture, but as much as he wanted to touch it, he wanted to taste it. He bent his head and rasped his tongue across Kyle's pecs, nipping lightly with his teeth, then kissing the reddened spot. He breathed in deeply, savoring Kyle's scent, letting it swirl through his senses. Need tightened his stomach, his groin. It made him want more, much more. He moved down Kyle's body slowly, taking his time because he wanted to relish every minute, every moment. When Jared dipped his tongue into the hollow of Kyle's belly button, he was rewarded with a deep groan and a soft curse.
"Fuck! Stop teasing!"
Jared looked up. Kyle's face was tight with pleasure, his blue eyes bright with desire. Just like Jared had imagined. Jared's pulse sped up. Other than the obvious release he'd caused, he'd never really witnessed another man exhibit the pleasure he was being given. Quick fucks and blowjobs rarely gave him the opportunity, but Kyle was showing everything he was feeling and was unafraid to do so, and it made Jared more aware of how special this man was and how much more of him Jared wanted.
"What do you want, Kyle? You want this?" He put both hands on the front of Kyle's jeans and massaged in slow, circular motions. Heat seared his palms from the solid length of flesh trapped beneath the soft denim. Kyle's hips moved in time but grew more insistent by the second. He groaned again.
"Or do you want this?" Jared flipped open the top button and then started a slow slide of the zipper. Kyle's breath came in short pants.
"Yeah, that!" Kyle moaned, watching every move Jared made, his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring.
Teasing time over, Jared slid his fingers under the waistband of Kyle's jeans and eased both the soft fabric and his briefs down his legs in one go. Kyle kicked them off impatiently, having already taken off his shoes and socks prior to falling asleep.
At once Jared knew his imagination had not let him down. Kyle's cock was exactly how he'd pictured it. Long, thick, perfect. He licked his lips, and Kyle read the intention on his face.
"Jared." Kyle's plea was strained, tight, needy.
Jared knew exactly how the other man felt. He reached out and ran the back of his fingers over the rigid flesh. Kyle hissed in a sharp breath. Jared transferred his gaze to smoldering blue eyes. The flame in them was dancing, bright flares that heated his blood and warmed his heart. He wanted Kyle. He'd never wanted a man as much, and with such a warm, naked, willing body stretched out before him, Jared knew Kyle was his for the taking.
Impatient, no longer able to wait, Jared placed himself between tight thighs, slipped his hands under the firm globes of a hot ass, and firmly tilted Kyle's hips. With one last glance into an expectant face, Jared bent and took one of Kyle's slightly furred balls into his mouth, sucking on it until the skin pebbled under his tongue. The soft moan Kyle released had Jared's own balls drawing up. He groaned before freeing the soft sac and sliding his mouth up Kyle's thick shaft. So caught up with wanting Kyle, Jared only just managed to stop himself from closing his lips around the engorged, plum-colored tip. He yanked back when he realized what he was doing--when he realized what type of risk he'd nearly put himself in.
"Do you have any condoms?" he asked, shocked that he'd already gone so far without thinking of protection. The disappointment in Kyle's eyes gave him his answer. "Fuck!" Jared closed his eyes in frustration and slumped back against the wall. "Sorry, Kyle, but I've never done anything without protection. Not even a blowjob."
"Neither have I."
Jared opened his eyes to see Kyle sitting up, his own frustration showing just as strong but with something flashing in his eyes. He made a gesture toward his jeans and Jared silently passed them to him. Finding his wallet, Kyle pulled loose a piece of paper. He handed it to Jared. "I got tested a year ago. I haven't been with anyone in close to two. I'm clean, Jared."
Jared glanced down at the medical certificate, but he didn't need to
read it. Everything in him told him to trust Kyle. He handed it back. "I'm clean too. I was tested right after my last encounter." Jared shrugged. "That was about three years ago." He looked down into Kyle's eyes. "You trust me?"
Kyle grinned. "It's either that or we wait, and I don't want to wait. I don't think I can."
Jared didn't think he could either. He really wanted to taste Kyle, to experience the feel of him in his mouth, raw, warm, wet. "Are you sure? We could just jerk each other off," Jared offered, just in case.
"Uh-uh. I want your mouth. And I want to taste you as well."
It was as if he knew what Jared was thinking. Jared grinned and ignored the hot throb of his cock, knowing it was going to be getting the same kind of action soon enough. He knelt over Kyle and waited until Kyle had settled. "Where was I?" he asked, sliding his hands back up Kyle's thighs.
"You were licking my balls."
"Oh yeah." Jared bent to run his tongue over Kyle's tight sacs but quickly aimed for the prize he'd almost denied himself. When he reached the oozing tip, he didn't waste any time, capturing the clear drops with an eager swipe before finally taking the whole head into his mouth.
Kyle's flavor was immediately intoxicating, drugging. It was also sweet, with a tangy aftertaste he could easily become addicted to. He moaned as a flash of need raced through his cock. He wanted to be in Kyle, wanted to pound into him hard and fast until the need was alleviated, but this wasn't the time or the place. For now he had to satisfy himself with this, and so he began to work the thick, hot shaft in earnest, sucking on it while teasing the velvet top with his tongue.
Slick fluid coated Jared's tongue as Kyle's hips started to move in a frantic, needy rhythm. Jared changed his position, sliding his hands back over Kyle's hips and holding him down with one hand while curling his fingers around the base of Kyle's cock with the other. He pumped it hard, his fist meeting his mouth with every fast stroke.
Kyle's back arched, his groans almost continuous. Fingers dug into Jared's hair as Kyle tried to urge him to go harder.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna come." Kyle's grip tightened; then his hips bucked hard. "Jared!" Kyle's strangled cry sent a thrill of satisfaction through Jared's body. He sucked and then, finding the slit at the top of Kyle's cock with his tongue, flicked it and was rewarded with a warm rush of semen hitting the back of his throat. Though he'd never done it before, he instinctively swallowed over and over, sucking greedily, then gently until the thick, pulsing stream eased and eventually stopped. As Kyle's cock softened, Jared added a few lazy licks, then drew back to let it slip out of his mouth.
Kyle's eyes opened and fastened on his, the blue in them warm and deep. "Man, you're good," he said. Then he crooked a finger. "Come here."
Jared went to him, anticipating the kiss he knew Kyle wanted. He spread his length beside Kyle, the lack of room forcing him to lie half on top of Kyle's naked body. The contact was almost shocking, considering what he'd just done, and in that instant Jared knew he was not going to get enough of this man. Their lips met, and Kyle opened his almost immediately, his tongue seeking entrance to Jared's mouth. Jared opened for him, brushing his tongue against Kyle's before sucking on it gently.
Kyle moaned, his arms going around Jared's torso, his hands sliding up Jared's back, his fingers kneading the taut muscles before feathering back down to cup the tighter flesh of Jared's ass. Jared shivered, lightning bolts shooting up his spine to settle on every nerve ending.
"I want you," Kyle said, shifting so Jared was on his side and Kyle was pushing him up against the wall. His eagerness was obvious, which only spiraled Jared's need higher. He wanted to feel Kyle's mouth around him, sucking on him, taking him.
Hot hands pulled his T-shirt free from the waistband of his jeans and slid beneath the thin fabric. Jared groaned. Kyle's hands were so soft yet firm as they spread over Jared's abdomen and chest. As before, they struggled to remove clothing, with Kyle insisting on kissing every inch of exposed flesh as it became available. Panting, Jared gripped Kyle's broad shoulders as his new lover moved in tiny increments down his body. If Kyle thought he'd gone slow, Jared knew Kyle was taking it to a whole new level.
Warm lips, a wet tongue, and nipping teeth edged leisurely over Jared's heated skin. With each pass of Kyle's caresses, Jared was becoming more aroused than he'd ever thought possible. It was already enough that a man was kissing him, touching him, something he'd denied himself for so long, but to have Kyle, the sexiest man he'd ever met, doing it made this all the more amazing.
What made it frustrating was Kyle wasn't particularly heading in any specific direction; it looked like he was quite happy to just explore and taste. He kissed Jared's stomach and then licked the curve of his hip, and just when Jared thought Kyle might finally bring his mouth to the desperately throbbing flesh of his cock, he moved back up to his chest.
"And you thought I was fucking teasing!" Jared ground out, fighting the urge to thread his fingers in Kyle's soft blond hair and force him down to his cock.
Kyle looked up and smiled. "I told you I liked it slow."
"You're gonna kill me," Jared warned him.
"No, I'm going to pleasure you."
"You're doing that already."
"Good."
Kyle shifted so he was suspended over Jared's body, his face inches away. Kyle's cock had already begun to harden again, and its length brushed against Jared's. Jared groaned and surged his hips upward, wanting, needing the contact. He shivered as he met hard, silky skin and bit back a curse as Kyle moved his hips so they gently stroked each other. Jared had never begged, but he was close to doing it now. Then Kyle bent his head for a long, slow, erotic kiss, the likes of which Jared had never even contemplated. When he broke away, Jared closed his eyes. He couldn't take this anymore.
"Jared, look at me."
Jared opened his eyes and looked into a pair of brilliant blues that blazed with hot desire.
"I'm going to suck on you, Jared, and I'm going to make you come. You're going to come so hard you'll scream my name doing it." The low, husky tone sent a fresh shiver down Jared's spine. But he held Kyle's gaze.
"Like you screamed mine?"
Kyle grinned, the flash in his eyes one of amusement. "Yeah, like I screamed yours."
Kyle stole one last kiss and then scooted back as far as he could. Jared held his breath, his body tensing. One touch and he knew he'd be ready to blow. For ten heartbeats, Kyle stretched Jared's tolerance to the breaking point, and then he lowered his body, his head, and at last took the pulsing length of flesh into his warm, wet mouth.
Jared's breath exploded out of his chest. "Oh fuck!"
He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, more to anchor himself in reality than to stop himself from clutching Kyle's head. Heat enveloped him, smothered him, poured over him until he was burning. He started gasping for air, his chest tight, his stomach clenching, his heart slamming laboriously against his rib cage. Pleasure, so intense as to be almost painful, hit him in waves. He cried out, some inarticulate sound that was both a warning and a plea for more.
Kyle took him in deep, his tongue flat against the underside of his cock, his lips gripping hard as he bobbed his head, mouth fucking him. Jared couldn't take it; it was too much. He'd never felt such pleasure so fast, never felt so out of control. His balls drew up, and he felt precum leaking out of the top of his cock. Kyle quickly licked it and then moaned, the vibrations running down the length of Jared's cock and into his balls.
That was when Jared lost it.
"Kyle!" It was all he could manage before sweet, dizzying pleasure had him gasping for air. His hips jerked, and hard pulses ripped up from the base of his cock, spewing out a thick torrent of semen that Kyle took and swallowed, his throat and tongue working in unison.
Jared moaned, lost in a swirling vortex of descending highs as faint ripples continued to flow over him, through him. He lay still, his eyes closed. His cock twitched every now and again
, Kyle's warm, wet mouth still wrapped around it. Eventually he felt he was able to move, able to breath, and he struggled to rest on his elbows. Kyle looked up at him and then pulled his mouth free. He was grinning.
"You taste good," he said.
Jared grinned back. This was crazy. He'd just received the best blowjob of his life, and all he wanted was for Kyle to do it again. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up onto his hands. Kyle knelt, and they kissed, the flavor of himself on Kyle's lips and tongue shared between them.
"Yeah, I do taste good, don't I?" Jared laughed because he'd never felt this damn happy.
Kyle slid his hand over Jared's cheek. "I like it when you laugh. Your eyes light up." He leaned forward again and captured Jared's mouth, the kiss this time gentle and unhurried. When he slowly drew back, Jared had another hard time catching his breath.
They stared into each other's eyes, and something passed between them, something tangible that couldn't be voiced, couldn't be put into words yet was there nonetheless. Jared wanted to hug Kyle, hold him. He wanted to know that what he was feeling was felt by Kyle too. Crazy, yes, but wanted so desperately. He wanted his loneliness to end, and he wanted Kyle to end it for him. He was just about to reach for him when a blast from a truck's horn reminded him of where they were and how dangerous their location was. He cursed and pushed away, untangling himself from Kyle's legs.
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