Bringing Him Home

by Penny Brandon

  "I'll toss you for it." Kyle's sudden suggestion had Jared relaxing.

  "You are talking about a coin, right?"

  "Well, the alternative sounds good too."

  Jared ignored Kyle's smirk. "Won't work. Whoever loses won't take it for long," he said.

  "Yeah, I guess. So what then? We take it in turns?"

  It wasn't lost on Jared that Kyle was talking about them being together more than once. The tension still in his body slowly began to ease. They could work through this. "Seems the only way to me."

  "I bags you go first," Kyle proposed.

  Jared shook his head and smiled. "I'll toss you for it, and before you say anything, I mean with a coin."

  Kyle sighed and put his feet back up on the dash. "You're no fun, you know that?"

  Jared grinned. Kyle had an easy way about him that made being with him enjoyable. He was also ripe for being teased, and Jared love to tease. "It would take the edge off, though," he said.

  Kyle glanced at him. "What would?"

  "A jack off. I'd love to see your hand on your cock."

  "Fuck, Jared!" Kyle instantly palmed the front of his jeans. Groaning, he quickly unzipped and slid his hand inside.

  "Hey, don't start now!"

  "I'm not. Fuck, you just got me hard."

  "Just? I've been hard for the past ten minutes."

  Kyle groaned again. "Did anyone ever tell you you're a prick tease?"

  Jared laughed. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

  "Take it any way you like. Shit, Jared." He spread his legs wide and rubbed the rock-hard bulge in his jeans.

  Jared's own cock twitched in response. "Stop that or I'm going to crash the truck."

  "You started it!"

  "And I'm gonna finish it in your ass if you don't stop that now."

  Kyle stopped, sending a quick grin in Jared's direction. "You really want my pretty little ass, don't you?"

  Jared suddenly imagined Kyle, spread out before him, ass in the air, his hole waiting, begging to be fucked. He groaned and shot Kyle a dark glare. "Now who's the prick tease?"

  Kyle laughed, the sound so infectious that Jared couldn't help but laugh with him. He geared down as he turned into the outskirts of Tamworth. There was a motel about halfway through town that he often stayed at while traveling this way. It was within a few minutes' walk of where he could park his truck. Pulling into the large graveled parking area, he maneuvered the big rig until it was positioned out of the way. After he released the air brakes and turned the engine off, he sat there in relative silence. This was it, he realized. He turned to Kyle.

  "You ready?"

  Kyle's gaze met his, the blue of his eyes bright and clear and trouble-free. There was a flash of excitement in their depths just before Kyle smiled that slow, sexy smile that flipped Jared's stomach. "Yeah, I'm ready."

  Light fissures of electricity coursed their way through Jared's body. His fingers and cock tingled, and he couldn't suppress a low moan, which had Kyle grinning again.

  "Come on," he said, opening his door and grabbing his bag before he did something stupid, like lean over and kiss Kyle. Once he started, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop.

  Kyle grabbed his own bag and was waiting for him as he came around the front of the truck. Jared didn't say anything but headed toward the small motel. The air was warm and calm, and at this time of night, the streets were quiet. Occasionally the soft sounds of a string guitar along with the half-mournful voice of a country and western song could be heard. They were in the heart of New South Wales' country region, not too far from the town in which Jared lived. It was a place Jared loved, and as he glanced at the man walking by his side, he wondered if it was possible for Kyle to love it too.

  Kyle brushed against his shoulder, the contact ridiculously breathtaking--and dangerous, but not half as dangerous as Jared wanting to grab Kyle's hand and link their fingers together. He'd never shown any affectionate display in public before, had never even come close, had never wanted to, but with Kyle he'd already kissed him in a location that was open to everyone and anyone, and now he wanted to hold his hand? What kind of man was he turning into? Jared hadn't got a clue what Kyle was doing to him, but while one half of him worried over it, the other half, the one not thinking, the one just feeling, was stupidly ecstatic.

  They reached the motel, and unspoken but by mutual consent, Kyle waited outside while Jared went and paid for the room. He knew the receptionist would have no idea what was going on in his head, but Jared had a feeling every carnal thought Kyle induced was visible on his face, and try as he might, he couldn't stop the stupid grin that broke free when the receptionist told him to have a good night.

  Outside, Jared found Kyle lounging against the wall that separated the reception area from the rooms that lined the building.

  "Room ten," he said, tossing Kyle the key.

  Kyle looked to his left and started down the length of driveway. "Stop it."

  The demand was said with a tease, one that elicited another grin on Jared's face. "Stop what?"

  "Looking at my ass."

  "It's an ass worth looking at."

  Kyle turned and started walking backward. Jared's gaze remained in the same vicinity, but now he was looking at something far better.

  "You're incorrigible, you know that?" Kyle told him, stopping at their room and slipping the key into the lock.

  "I'm only what you're making me." Jared quickly caught up and followed Kyle inside.

  The room was typical of all hotel rooms he'd been in over the past few years: old but serviceable, with ridiculous matching bedcover and curtains. But Jared wasn't interested in anything but the bed itself. There was a single, which he tossed his bag onto, and a double. The double meant he and Kyle were virtually going to be sleeping on top of each other, but that was okay by him. He saw Kyle eyeing the bed as well, and saw also the quick grin Kyle didn't try to hide.

  Proud of himself for not grabbing Kyle right then and tackling him to the bed, Jared indicated the laminated menu of a local Chinese restaurant sitting by the phone. "Are you hungry?"

  Kyle looked about ready to say no, but then he nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

  "Go ahead and have a shower. I'll order."

  Kyle nodded again and turned to the bathroom, then stopped. "You coming with me?"

  "I hope so," Jared answered suggestively.

  "I mean in the shower."

  "You want me to come in the shower?" Jared was back to teasing, really beginning to relax and enjoy himself.

  Kyle shook his head. "I give up," he said, but he was grinning as he ambled into the small tiled area.

  Jared laughed at his retreating back and then quickly gave his order to the person who answered the phone. He hung up after ordering enough food for both of them, hoping he'd picked dishes that Kyle liked.

  The sound of running water reached his ears, and though he was tempted, Jared resisted the urge to join Kyle. Anticipation, he realized, was a powerful turn-on, though over ten hours was stretching it a little too far. He toed off his boots and pulled his socks off, then eased the stranglehold on his cock by opening the button on his jeans and pulling the zip down. The water stopped, and the slide of the plastic curtain that shielded the shower told him Kyle had finished. A minute later, Kyle came out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand and a towel wrapped around his hips.

  "All yours. I'll wait for the food."

  Jared eyed the small towel and grinned. "That's not hiding anything."

  Kyle glanced down at the huge bulge that was still evident behind the white terry cloth. "It's better than opening the door fully naked."

  "It depends on who you're opening the door to. Now, if I was on the other side, I'd love to see you naked."

  "You'll be doing that soon enough. Now go and have your shower." Kyle grinned around his toothbrush, a gleam in his eye that made Jared think Kyle was up to something. If there was one thi
ng Jared had learned about the man, it was that Kyle was easygoing, with a level of mischief in everything he did and said. But Kyle made him laugh, and that made Jared more aware of just how much it had been lacking in his life recently.

  The bathroom was steamed up. Wiping the fog off the mirror, Jared noted he needed a shave. He was reaching for his bag when Kyle called out.

  "Leave it. It makes you look sexier."

  "Sexier?"

  Kyle came back and leaned against the bathroom door, his blue eyes alight with something more than desire. "Yeah. Gives you that rugged, macho-man look," he said.

  "You like the rugged, macho-man look?" Jared asked.

  "I do on you."

  Jared smiled. "And I have a thing for blonds," he admitted.

  Kyle ran his fingers through the damp length of his hair. "It's natural."

  "I know." Jared couldn't help dropping his gaze to Kyle's covered groin, where he'd noted earlier the crop of golden curls that nestled there.

  "Looks like we were made for each other," Kyle announced with a smile.

  "Now all we have to do is make sure my cock fits in your ass."

  "Or that mine fits in yours." The challenge was there, and Jared rose to it.

  He stared at Kyle, at his eyes that just seemed to do things to him that nothing else had, at his mouth that made him want to see Kyle always smile, at his body that turned him on and managed to make him forget about how precarious this could be for him, and made a decision he knew he couldn't, shouldn't make. "And that yours fits in mine."

  "If you insist." If it wasn't for the darkening in those eyes, Jared would have believed Kyle hadn't cared one way or the other, but they showed a barely tempered hunger that Jared understood far too well.

  Kyle pushed away at the sound of a knock on the hotel door. "Food's here. Hurry up," he instructed.

  Jared quickly stripped and turned on the hot water. He tried not to think that the wet bar of soap Kyle had left out had just minutes before been running over his lean, hard body. Washed and rinsed in record time, Jared flung a towel around his hips and dried his hair. He grabbed his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, and then, avoiding the dark gleam of his eyes reflected in the mirror, he turned back to the bedroom.

  Kyle had laid the food out on the single bed. He'd already opened the cartons, and the spicy fragrances wafting from them immediately hit Jared, making his stomach rumble and reminding him how hungry he was. He sat opposite Kyle, the food between them, and without any preliminaries, they both tucked in.

  After a few minutes, and just as Jared was starting to feel full, Kyle leaned toward him.

  "You've got plum sauce on the corner of your mouth."

  Jared knew what was going to happen, had anticipated it, and as Kyle leaned closer, Jared moved toward him, ready. Kyle's soft tongue sought the edge of his mouth and stroked along Jared's lips. Jared opened to him, drawing Kyle's tongue inside, sucking on it and tasting the flavor of the food he'd just eaten mixed with Kyle's unique taste. Kyle slid his hand behind Jared's head and drew him closer. Food forgotten, they kissed, soft, openmouthed explorations, until Jared started to get dizzy with need. Kyle slowly broke away and stood, reaching out his hand.

  "We're not going to toss a coin, are we?" Jared asked, his stomach sinking.

  "No."

  "You want me to submit." It wasn't a question; Jared could see the emotion behind Kyle's eyes.

  "Yes."

  "What if I won't?"

  "Then I will, but I want you to remember me, Jared. I want you to remember me as the man you allowed to fuck you, not just as any man you've fucked."

  "You think I'm going to forget you?" The disturbing thought that Kyle had decided this one night was all there was going to be for them crept into Jared's mind and wouldn't let go. He didn't want just this night; he wanted more than that.

  Kyle smiled. "No. I know you're not. Neither of us is going to forget tonight."

  "Kyle..."

  Kyle's warm fingers smoothed along Jared's jaw, and his thumb softly caressing across Jared's cheek. "I want you to give yourself to me, Jared. Please."

  Jared could see it meant a lot to Kyle; he just didn't know why. Was Kyle that against bottoming, or was there another reason behind his request? It was the open promise in Kyle's beautiful eyes that decided it for him. He reached for the hand Kyle held out, watching for a hint of triumph in case he was wrong. He wasn't. Kyle showed nothing more than the need to quench both their hungers. Kyle pulled Jared to him while taking the two steps back toward the double bed.

  "I want you," Kyle whispered. "Very badly."

  "Believe me, the feeling's mutual." Jared allowed Kyle to push him down to the bed. He removed his towel and scooted to the middle, the cool linen contrasting sharply with his heated skin. Kyle climbed next to him, pulling his towel free as he did so. Both naked, Jared couldn't help but compare, and found they matched each other perfectly.

  "I'm going to take this as slow as I can," Kyle said, reaching for the bottle of lube he'd placed beside the bed.

  Jared felt his stomach tighten as nerves once more took hold. "How do you want me?" he asked.

  "It'll be easier for you on your knees, but I want to see your eyes when you're coming."

  Jared smiled. Kyle couldn't have matched his sentiments any better. He reached out to cup Kyle's face, and suddenly his nerves were gone. Leaning over, Jared kissed Kyle, and this time the softness was replaced by passion, by need, and the necessity to give pleasure as well as receive it. He pulled Kyle on top of him, hissing in a breath as their naked bodies melded together in a heated embrace. Kyle moaned as Jared adjusted his hips so their cocks were aligned and trapped between them.

  Jared ran his hands down Kyle's muscled back and trim waist, reveling in the softness of Kyle's skin and the underlying strength and beauty his palms and fingers detected. When he reached Kyle's rounded cheeks, he instinctively cupped the taut flesh, massaging it and running his fingers along the crease that hid his ultimate destination.

  Kyle tensed.

  "Just let me do this, Kyle," Jared whispered, quickly grabbing the small bottle of lube from where Kyle had dropped it. He anointed his index finger and dribbled a small amount along Kyle's crease, and then gently, so gently he knew Kyle wouldn't protest, Jared pressed forward until he encountered the tightly puckered entrance to Kyle's body. He teased, lightly stroking the nerve-rich opening, doing nothing more than playing, coaxing. He wanted to press in, desperately wanted to feel Kyle's heat, to feel the tightness he knew would greet him, but he waited, knowing Kyle had to make the first move. Then Kyle groaned and lifted his hips, angling himself so Jared could enter him.

  The unspoken request was what Jared was waiting for. "I won't hurt you," Jared promised and slowly pushed the tip of his finger into Kyle's ass. Kyle flinched, but Jared stayed with him, not moving, just letting Kyle know he wouldn't do any more until Kyle wanted him to.

  "You're so hot," Jared told him. "And you feel so good. I love this, Kyle. I love touching you like this."

  Kyle's face was buried in Jared's shoulder, but his words were loud and clear. "I'm supposed to do you first."

  Jared turned his head to kiss Kyle's neck. "You're going to, but you've got to tell me you like this."

  "I like it." The confession meant everything to Jared because it signified Kyle's acceptance.

  "Do you want more?"

  "You know I do."

  Jared pressed his finger in a little more, gently easing through Kyle's instinctive reaction to clamp down and stop him. He moved back, then forward, and was rewarded with Kyle's groan and the muscles that squeezed him relaxing.

  "Are you okay?" Jared asked, staying his hand until Kyle nodded, before pushing in deeper, the tight clench and heat exactly how he knew it would be. Kyle arched his back and gave a soft whimper, but Jared knew it was one of pleasure, not pain. "Tell me what it feels like," he said, wanting Kyle to acknowledge how g
ood this could be once Kyle trusted him.

  Kyle stirred and lifted his head, gazing down at him with such intense emotion it took Jared's breath away. "Why don't you let me show you?"

  Jared had never before asked a man to penetrate him, but he wanted the pleasure he was giving Kyle and he wanted Kyle to be the one to give it to him. "Yes," he whispered, forcing it out through a throat gone tight.

  "I'll have to move."

  Jared nodded, releasing Kyle, regretting losing the feel of him but knowing what he was going to get in return would be just as good if not better.

  Kyle lifted up and positioned himself between Jared's parted thighs. "Bend your knees," Kyle instructed.

  Jared did as he was told, gritting his teeth as Kyle's freshly slicked fingers slid across his exposed pucker. He closed his eyes.

  "Jared."

  The softly spoken sound of his name forced Jared to open his eyes. Kyle gazed at him. "I want you to look at me. I want to make sure you know it's me pleasuring you like this."

  "I do know."

  Kyle's smile was tight. "Good."

  The press of Kyle's fingers against him caused Jared to tense up. Though he wanted this, it was new and alien. He'd never given himself to anyone before, and regardless of whether or not he was mentally ready to give himself to Kyle, his body rejected the idea. That was until Kyle's soft touch slid past his body's resistance and he felt the sharp, hot needle of pleasure that pierced his soul as easily as Kyle's finger pierced his body.

  "Fuck, Jared, but you're hot!"

  Jared grunted as Kyle pressed deeper, the slide of his finger more potent than anything Jared had ever experienced, than anything he'd thought possible. Right then he knew what it was like to be possessed by someone, to be wanted by them. He felt like he was whole, that he'd become a part of something bigger, something greater. He reached for Kyle's free hand and linked their fingers. Even holding hands like this was something new, but it made him feel more connected somehow, made this act seem more intimate.

  "You okay?" Kyle asked him.

  Jared nodded, not trusting his voice. Kyle smiled, then bent his head and kissed Jared's hip, his wet tongue sliding along the tight skin. His finger moved, sliding back, then forward, creating sensations that captured Jared's body and shook it to the core. He groaned, then gasped as Kyle inserted another finger, both digits now snug within Jared's moist channel. There was no pain, just the instinctive need to push against them, and as he did so, Kyle slid them deeper, his fingers curled so they edged against Jared's firm, nutty gland.