Bringing Him Home

by Penny Brandon

  "You gonna kiss me or just stand there brooding?" The light tease in Kyle's voice had Jared hauling Kyle into his arms and taking his mouth. Kyle opened up to him as Jared carded his fingers through Kyle's silky soft hair. They both groaned, the need he'd already started in them at the pub quickly flaring back to life. He maneuvered Kyle up against the open door of the truck, the interior light and the full moon giving him enough illumination to do what he wanted.

  He couldn't wait to have Kyle, and patience and finesse were not his style. He pulled on Kyle's jeans, tugged them down his legs, knelt, and quickly set to work on Kyle's fully erect cock.

  "Oh shit!" Kyle's cry made Jared smile: wait until Kyle found out what he was doing this for. He sucked hard, and Kyle groaned, but that was the whole idea, to make Kyle come quickly. He nibbled on the sensitive skin beneath the head and then laved his tongue across it several times before once again taking the full length in his mouth. The reflexive thrust of Kyle's hips was exactly what Jared wanted. He sucked again, gripping the base of the thick cock and beginning to pump it in time with the bobbing of his head.

  Kyle grabbed Jared's hair, fisting his fingers in it, groaning louder. The sweet taste of Kyle and the feel of him filling his mouth made Jared groan just as much. He loved giving Kyle pleasure, loved knowing his actions were making Kyle lose it. Just like he was losing it now. He carefully gauged the timing, and when he knew Kyle was going to come, he brought his mouth to the very top of Kyle's cock and flicked the tip with his tongue.

  Kyle's thick cry warned him, and when a stream of warm cum flooded his mouth, he captured it, closing off the back of his throat so he wouldn't swallow. He took as much as he could before pulling away, Kyle's body still heaving with the aftermath of his climax.

  Without a word, he cupped his hand under his mouth and spit out the glob of cum along with his spit. Kyle stared at him, shocked.

  "What's that for?"

  "I need lube. This is it," Jared said, grinning. At Kyle's low moan of horror, Jared couldn't help laughing, and ignoring the look on Kyle's face, Jared turned him around.

  Jared wasted no time using the still-warm cum to lubricate the crease of Kyle's cheeks, slicking it around the tightly puckered hole and knowing Kyle wasn't really averse to using it when he moaned. Spreading Kyle's legs farther apart, Jared slipped his thumb past the ring of muscle protecting Kyle's ass and moved it in slow circles.

  "What's that?" Kyle groaned.

  "My thumb. Why?"

  "Different."

  "Bad or good?"

  "Oh, definitely good. Real good. Fucking good," Kyle said, angling his hips back and allowing Jared to push in a little deeper.

  Encouraged, Jared used it to stretch Kyle farther, and when he had the chance, he slid in his other thumb, rotating them so Kyle was good and ready if the fervent groans he was making were anything to go by. Unable to wait any longer, Jared slipped his right hand free and grabbed his cock. Precum coated the tip, and he used it to further help increase the ease of pushing through the opening he'd made to Kyle's hot and eager tunnel. Kyle groaned as Jared pressed in, taking it slowly because at this angle, he was going to go deep.

  "You okay, cupcake?" he asked, watching the play of muscles on Kyle's back as he shuddered in pleasure.

  "What did you just call me?"

  "Cupcake."

  "What the fuck for?"

  "'Cause you're so sweet."

  "Jared, you are not calling me cupcake." Kyle sounded so horrified that Jared laughed.

  "Yes I am," he said, sliding his arms around Kyle's waist and hugging him. Pressing in deeper, he leaned over Kyle's body and kissed him on the shoulder until, with a final effort, the flat of his stomach curled around the curve of Kyle's lower back. Planted deep, he took Kyle's growing erection in both of his hands. He stroked it until the velvet-soft skin was stretched taut over a rod of steel.

  "You gonna go fast or slow?" Kyle moaned in response.

  "You choose," Jared offered, because he wanted Kyle to know in this he would never be selfish.

  "How about you do both. Pull out slow, slam in hard and fast."

  "I like how you're thinking." He gave Kyle a couple of seconds, then changed his grip to Kyle's hips. "I'm gonna move now. Ready?" he asked. In answer, Kyle clenched the muscles that sheathed him, causing a streak of mind-numbing pleasure to rip up his cock and into his balls, drawing them up in preparation to unload. Jared hissed in a breath and instinctively thrust his hips in hard.

  "Oh fuck, do that again!"

  Jared did and then pulled out slowly before slamming in hard and fast like Kyle wanted.

  "Again! Harder!" His lover's urgent cries incited Jared to do exactly that, and each time he pounded home, Kyle's cries got wilder and more demanding until Jared wasn't sure he was keeping to any set rhythm; he was just reacting to the most delicious sensations he didn't think could get any better. Then his cock pulsed, and he knew he was going to come.

  "Close," he grunted, moving just that little bit faster while working on Kyle's cock with the same needy intent.

  "Yesss, like that! Oh, I'm gonna explode!"

  Without warning, Jared's cock was held in a viselike grip, and his legs nearly gave way under the onslaught of ecstasy that engulfed him. "Shit, Kyle!"

  "Can't help it! Now, Jared, fuck now!" Kyle's hips ground back into him, and then suddenly Kyle's whole body jerked hard. Hot cum soaked Jared's fingers while the tight muscles holding him deep in Kyle's ass convulsively rippled over and around his cock.

  Jared didn't stand a chance. With a harsh cry of his own, he came in a brutal and powerful orgasm that pulled him apart before slamming him back together. Jared closed his eyes as dizziness overcame him, and let his body slump over Kyle's before he gained enough awareness to pull out and collapse on the cold, wet grass at his feet.

  Kyle was at his side in seconds, their harsh gasps mingling as they lay together, both unmindful of their seminaked state and of the cool breeze that whispered over their heated skin.

  "Are we getting better at this or what?" Kyle asked as he spread his body over Jared's.

  Jared looked at him and then burst out laughing. "If we keep getting better, I'm not going to be able to take it."

  "Yeah, you will, 'cause it'll be me who's giving it to you." Kyle sniggered and then planted a kiss on Jared's mouth.

  Jared pulled him in tighter, marveling at how good it felt having Kyle in his arms, knowing he wanted it to be like this forever but wondering if there was a chance Kyle would ever feel the same way. Kyle had said he wanted to be with him, but he'd given no hint if he meant that long term or even if he understood what Jared had tried to tell him earlier.

  "Kyle?"

  "Mmm?"

  "Ready to go? I'm getting cold."

  "I'm all right," Kyle mumbled into Jared's chest.

  "That's because you're lying on top of me," Jared complained as the wet ground started to make him shiver.

  Kyle looked up, grinning. "Maybe you should have waited until we got home."

  God, Jared loved that grin. "And miss seeing the look on your face with the impromptu lube?"

  Kyle groaned and shook his head. "From now on we carry a bottle in the truck. Or we can keep those little packets in our wallets or something, because Jared, that was gross."

  "No, it was beautiful," Jared replied, pulling Kyle back into him. "You are beautiful."

  Kyle's blue eyes flashed under the light of the moon. "You really mean that, don't you?"

  Did Kyle really not understand by now? "To me you are beautiful, smart, funny, sexy. You're everything, Kyle, and all I want to do is make you happy."

  "You do make me happy." Kyle's simple statement meant more to Jared than he thought possible.

  He recaptured Kyle's mouth and kissed him with everything he had. Kyle kissed him back, lips and tongues meeting in a hard and passionate union. Jared tightened his grip on Kyle, seriously never wanting t
o let him go and close to begging him to stay. When Jared pulled back, Kyle made a sound of protest at the back of his throat.

  Maybe he could fuck him into staying.

  "Ready to go home now?" Jared asked him.

  "We going to make love again?"

  "If you want," Jared agreed in satisfaction.

  "Oh yeah. I want."

  As Kyle reached down to grab his not-so-soft cock, Jared groaned. "Home, now, or we'll be using cum as lube again."

  Kyle grinned, waiting as Jared scrambled to his feet and helped him up. "Tomorrow I'm buying half a dozen bottles."

  "Only half a dozen? The way we're going, you may as well buy out the shop."

  Pausing in the middle of doing up his zip, Kyle's blue gaze landed on Jared's. "The way we're going, I'm gonna have to buy out the whole town."

  Jared laughed and hoped the promise he could hear in Kyle's voice was also in his heart. "Maybe we can get some shipped in." He finished putting his clothes back in order and climbed into the driver's seat as Kyle settled in beside him. Conscious of Kyle's ankle, Jared took it slowly down the hill.

  "Can you hurry up a little?"

  Glancing at him, Jared frowned. "Why?"

  Kyle palmed the thickening bulge in his jeans. "Because I'm thinking of having my cock in your mouth."

  "We don't have to hurry for that."

  "At the same time I have your cock in mine," Kyle added.

  "Why didn't you say so?" Jared stomped on the accelerator, and Kyle sat back and grinned.

  "Now that's more like it."

  Kyle stretched and then groaned when he felt the empty space beside him. He'd forgotten Jared had to be up early and wasn't going to be back till midafternoon. He ran his hand along the cool sheet. Waking up without Jared sucked--in fact he hated it--and if he never wanted it to happen again, he was going to have to do something about it. And that meant confessing to Jared he loved him.

  Last night, up on the hill, Kyle had been close to telling him but had held off only because he had something else to tell him first. He wanted to tell Jared about the land, wanted to offer it to him, but more, he wanted Jared to accept it with Kyle as part of the deal. Living in this town was never going to be easy, but Jared loved it here; he loved the land and had worked hard to make some of it his, and if Kyle wanted to be with him, then he had to work hard at it too.

  Resolved, Kyle rolled out of bed and hobbled along to the bathroom. He was going to have to make a phone call and probably a visit to the agent in town, but now he'd decided on it, Kyle didn't want to put it off.

  The phone call was easy, and as he'd guessed, Kyle had to go and see the agency that listed the five hundred acres Jared was negotiating to buy. He called a taxi to take him into town, and then asked the driver to wait as he sorted out the logistics of taking the land off the market. Unfortunately the agent was none too happy about losing a possible selling fee, and it ended up costing Kyle a percentage for pulling out of the contract, but he didn't care; he was doing this for Jared.

  Emerging from the real estate agent, Kyle grinned, feeling happier than he had for days, and acting on that feeling, he decided to complete his trip by buying some clothes. He'd wanted to do it with Jared but guessed a few T-shirts and shorts wouldn't go amiss right now; he could buy more later when he needed them. Storing the crutches in the back seat of the taxi, Kyle climbed into the front and asked the driver to bring him to the easiest place to buy clothes.

  The driver gave him a funny look before putting the car in gear. "You staying at Jared's, then?" he asked.

  Kyle gave him a quick glance before quickly schooling his features. "Yes," he answered, though he hadn't even told Jared yet. "Do you know him?"

  "Used to work for him before changing to taxis. Got fed up of doing long hauls. Well, the missus got fed up." He smiled a little wistfully. "Miss it, though."

  "I believe Jared's selling the company." God, did he want to sound like he didn't know every intimate detail of Jared's life?

  "Yeah, I heard he's going to breed cows or something."

  "Bulls," Kyle said automatically.

  The driver gave him another quick look. "You there to help him out?"

  It really was an innocent question, or it could have been, but it put Kyle on edge, scared to say something Jared would disapprove of. Despite what Jared had said last night, was he really ready to admit to people he was gay? Deciding that was Jared's call and not his, Kyle kept his answer short and simple. "Yes."

  The driver didn't say anything more until he pulled over to the curb. "Want me to wait for you?"

  Kyle shook his head. "I don't know how long I'll be. I might get Jared to pick me up."

  "Okay. Give him my best." Looking like he was about to say something more, the taxi driver glanced away.

  "What?" Kyle's question wasn't confrontational, but he didn't like the idea the other man had something to say and was afraid to say it.

  Curious eyes regarded him carefully, and in them Kyle saw a decision being made. "Tell him it's about time; he deserves some happiness."

  Shocked, Kyle nodded, then scrambled out of the car, standing at the side of the road as it drove away. That could not be meant the way it sounded, Kyle thought, trying to read into every word and not finding anything else. Shit.

  Fumbling to pull out his mobile phone, Kyle rang Jared, not sure what he was going to say but knowing he had to say something.

  "Hi, cupcake!"

  For half a second, Kyle thought he'd dialed the wrong number, then remembered the soppy endearment Jared had come up with for him. "Jared, can you come and pick me up?"

  "What's wrong?" Jared sounded panicked, and Kyle cursed; he should have told Jared he was all right first.

  "Nothing, I'm fine, it's just..." God, how was he supposed to tell Jared he'd been spooked by someone practically telling him he knew Jared was gay?

  "Can you just come and get me?"

  "Of course. I'll be home as soon as I can."

  "No, I'm not at home. I'm in town."

  "What the fuck are you doing in town?"

  Not yet ready to tell Jared what he'd done with the land, Kyle prevaricated. "Buying clothes," he said, which wasn't really a lie. He could grab some before Jared got here. He mentioned the shop he was standing next to, and after a confused silence, Jared promised he'd be there soon.

  Shaken, Kyle tightened his grip around the crutches and headed into the shop, his intent to quickly buy what he needed and get out. The shop was pretty empty, catering to a younger crowd but having exactly what Kyle needed. He didn't waste time, picking out several tees and shorts and bringing them to the counter.

  "Hi, Kyle."

  Kyle eyed the young assistant and nearly groaned in horror. He didn't need this complication right now, not after the exchange he'd just had outside. "Tammy," he acknowledged, wondering if she'd picked up on anything last night and, if she had, how much.

  "Where's Jared?"

  Trying to keep his face neutral, Kyle considered what to tell her. Again he was caught up in the dilemma of not wanting to admit too much, because he wasn't sure what Jared wanted known. But he couldn't lie because that would surely make it worse when their relationship became known. "At work," he admitted, hoping Tammy would drop the subject. No such luck.

  "Yeah? So you two live around here?"

  "You two." Said as a couple and said so casually, and this time there was no way Kyle could misinterpret her meaning. Was everyone in town suddenly pro-gay? Waiting for a reply, Tammy cocked her head to the side, and Kyle gave her the only answer he could.

  "Just on the edge of town," he said, fervently hoping Jared wasn't going to freak when he told him.

  "That's cool. My brother will be so pleased."

  "Your brother?"

  "Yeah, he's kind of been afraid to come out, but if he knew there was a couple living in town, I don't think he'd be so anxious."

  Holy fuck! Kyle di
d not want to become an ambassador for gays, and he knew damn well Jared didn't want to, either.

  "We're not really, um..." Shit, how was he supposed to say this without sounding like an idiot, or worse, a hypocrite?

  "A couple? After the demo you two put on last night, you're kidding." Tammy's expression was part confused, part insulted. "Kyle, I don't know who you're trying to fool, but Rachael and I are not stupid."

  "I'm not denying we're together," Kyle quickly stammered, realizing there was no point. "But we're not really out."

  "Seriously? After the way Jared acted toward you, it would be impossible not to know you're gay."

  "Was it that obvious?" What a stupid question. The way Jared had come on to him, it was a wonder they hadn't been thrown out of the pub, and Tammy's slow look of amusement confirmed it. Oh, God. Jared was not going to like this.

  Knowing he was being rude but not wanting to stay there and answer any more of Tammy's questions, Kyle picked up the bags she'd packed for him and left the shop, nodding absently at her good-bye. What the hell was he going to tell Jared, and how was Jared going to react? This was his fault. He shouldn't have pushed the issue of going out, even if last night had been Jared's suggestion. Thinking about it now, Jared had probably only asked him because he thought it was what Kyle wanted.

  His selfishness, right from the beginning, had done nothing but hurt Jared, and Kyle couldn't stand hurting him anymore, but when Jared found out people were already talking about them, he was going to hit the roof. Despite knowing it was stupid, Kyle couldn't help but feel Jared was going to blame him. Unnerved by how quickly everything had started to fall apart, Kyle started walking, all too conscious of Tammy's inquisitive presence behind the plate-glass window at his back.

  He wasn't sure how long he walked, but his ankle was throbbing incessantly by the time his phone rang. Knowing who it was, Kyle pulled it out of his pocket, pausing with his thumb over the Answer button. Jared was really going to be mad, and Kyle just wasn't sure he could face him right now. But as he stared at the phone, it stopped ringing, and in that instant, Kyle felt the disconnection from Jared like a knife in the chest. The pain went deeper than Kyle would have ever imagined, and despite his trepidation, Kyle knew keeping Jared at arm's length was not an option. When the phone rang again, Kyle answered immediately.