“You like that?” Kyle did it again.
“Mmm-hmm.” Forrester reached back and spread himself farther, exposing everything. “More.”
Kyle kissed his hole, rolling his tongue over the sensitive opening and dipping inside too. Forrester trembled, loving the intimate connection and wishing Kyle would never stop. Maybe finger him a little….
With surprising strength, Kyle propped up Forrester on his forearms, ass in the air. Then Kyle buried his face between his cheeks, teasing him with gusto. Forrester cried out, grabbing at the bedsheets and writhing. His cock ached and he gave it a few strokes, reveling in Kyle’s masterful touch. Lips pulled on the hairs, nibbling, then Kyle mouthed his balls too, sucking them one by one. He gently pulled back Forrester’s cock, the stretch sending decadent tremors through him. Kyle’s warm, wet tongue ran up the bottom of his shaft and over his balls, ending with a stab of tongue into his hole.
“Damn, it’s been so long since anyone’s done that,” Forrester mumbled, widening his legs.
“I don’t want anyone else doing it again. I don’t like to share.”
Forrester shook his head in silent laughter at Kyle’s bold declaration. The notion of belonging only to Kyle made his heart skip. But then Kyle flicked his tongue over his asshole again and all other thoughts vanished. His body shook, and incoherent sounds of delight broke from his lips. Kyle took the hint and concentrated his efforts on his hole, pressing his tongue in deep.
The vibration of Kyle’s moan added to the sensations rocketing through him. Kyle started kissing his cheeks, massaging and rolling a palm over his balls. “You’re so sexy, Forrester.”
“Say my name again,” he begged.
“Forrester,” he whispered. “Forrester.”
Blood and desire shot straight to his groin and he pushed back for more, wanting Kyle’s cock in him, his fingers, anything!
Desperate, Forrester cried out, “Just fuck me already!”
Retreating, Kyle let out a rush of breath, then fumbled in the bedside drawer and returned with a tube and a condom.
Forrester rolled onto his back.
“Where are you going?” Kyle asked, reaching up and touching his right ear as though adjusting his processor.
“It’s easier for me to do it facing each other,” he whispered, his cheeks flushing. “More comfortable.”
“Whatever you need.”
After quickly sliding on the rubber, Kyle slicked it with lube, then warmed some in his hand before he added it to the spit already soaking Forrester’s ass. Hungry, Forrester held up his knees and groaned when Kyle massaged two fingers inside, zeroing in on his prostate. All the while Kyle’s eyes never left Forrester’s face.
With a grin, Kyle teased and stretched his ass, occasionally leaning in to suckle Forrester’s cock. Squirming, he thrust onto Kyle’s fingers, using his grip on his knees for leverage. Forrester hissed and his back arched. Kyle licked his lips and got more lube. Much to Forrester’s delight, Kyle coated Forrester’s dick languidly, all the while keeping watch on Forrester’s face.
The intimate way Kyle studied him coupled with the expert hand stroking him, brought Forrester to the limit of his patience. He gently pushed Kyle’s hand away. “Please, get in me!”
Kyle arrowed his cock at Forrester’s hole. Forrester let out a deep breath and relaxed as Kyle pressed the tip inside. Forrester winced and breathed through the sting. His entire body ached, hungry for more. He slowly jerked his cock, panting and pulling his balls as Kyle gently worked inside him.
Then finally, with a whimper, Kyle was all the way in. Forrester clung to him and Kyle held still, letting him get used to it. Never had he felt anything as wonderful as Kyle inside him, the fullness, the weight of him pressing against the bottom of his thighs, or the warm feel of his smooth back beneath Forrester’s hands.
The tender smile Kyle wore was the cherry on the sundae.
Their eyes met, and Forrester trembled.
Kyle kissed his brow. “You okay?”
He released his knees, Kyle’s chest holding him open, and dug his heels into Kyle’s ass. He reached up, carefully cupped Kyle’s face, and kissed him. The scent of his own body filled his nostrils and danced over his tongue, driving his lust. Fire and desire pounded through him, and his cock dripped with excitement as they kissed.
Then Forrester pulled back and gazed into Kyle’s hazel eyes. “Fuck me.”
With a chuckle, Kyle obeyed, pulling out and thrusting into him. Forrester gasped and shuddered, opening his body completely so Kyle could take what he needed. Give Forrester what he craved.
Forrester grabbed his shoulder, rocking with Kyle and hissing in delight. Grunting, Kyle dug his fingers into the back of Forrester’s thighs as he hammered his ass. Then he let go of his one leg and reached up to place a hand over his right ear.
Forrester imagined Kyle didn’t want to knock his processor loose and miss out on the sensual sounds of their ragged cries and the rhythm of skin slapping skin. He grunted and moaned louder, hoping Kyle liked it. Forrester took hold of his dick and stroked in rhythm with Kyle’s thrusting. He could feel everything cresting.
It wouldn’t be long….
Kyle pushed his knee up higher and Forrester planted his other foot on the bed. He cried out from the deeper penetration, the sharper angle. Needing to kiss him again, he reached for Kyle with his free hand, careful to grip the back of his head on the left side. He devoured Kyle’s mouth passionately as Kyle fucked him over and over. Harder and faster.
Then Kyle broke the kiss and stared at Forrester’s face.
Forrester had never looked into a man’s eyes as he made love, but with Kyle, it was impossible to turn away.
When Kyle gasped and his hips twitched and jerked, his cock pulsing deep inside him, it pushed Forrester over the edge too. One hand flew over his shaft, the other clung to Kyle, as cum ruptured from within, spraying his chest and belly.
After he emptied his load, Forrester let out a raspy breath, spittle flecking his lips. Kyle kissed him, his face bright with satisfaction. Then he reached between them and stroked the wet cum up Forrester’s sensitive shaft, their fingers tangling.
Forrester loved the silky glide of Kyle’s touch against his spent cock. “You’re so awesome.” Carefully kissing Kyle below his right ear, he whispered. “I think my dick is broken.”
Touching his processor, Kyle chuckled, still trying to catch his breath.
They lay still for a while until Kyle disentangled himself and pulled out. Forrester missed the feel of him. Too spent to move, Forrester watched Kyle slide off the condom and toss it in the garbage beside the bed. Then Kyle disappeared for a moment and returned with a towel to clean off with.
Curling into each other’s arms once they cleaned up, Forrester didn’t want to venture too far. He brushed Kyle’s hair back and fingered his cheek until Kyle smiled. Forrester kissed first one dimple, then the other. His hearing piece hadn’t moved with all their endeavors, still snugly coiled around the shell of his ear. Forrester wondered if he took it out to sleep.
If he did, what if a fire alarm went off? How would he know?
A surge of protectiveness swept through Forrester. He pulled Kyle tight, then kissed the top of his blond head. Kyle responded to the fierce hug by burrowing closer. His entire body embracing Kyle, Forrester held on to him. Kyle snuggled into his chest, wrapping a leg over him and intertwining their legs.
Forrester’s own sudden desperation confused him. He didn’t know why he needed Kyle to be so close but he couldn’t get enough of touching him, even after he came. Forrester tucked Kyle’s head under his chin, trembling slightly. He had never clung to a lover like this, but he didn’t want to let go. And the frantic need frightened him a little.
“You okay?” Kyle whispered.
Forrester nodded, unable to speak. In the heat of the moment, Kyle had said he didn’t want another man to touch Forrester again, and his own heart mirrored that bold declaration. Forrest
er’s chest tightened. He wanted to stay here forever, in Kyle’s arms and in his bed, their bodies wound together so tightly one couldn’t decipher where one ended and the other began.
FORRESTER WOKE to a strange snoring sound, disoriented. The silken sheets beneath his body felt nice but unfamiliar. His ass was tender, but he was warm all over. It took a moment for his brain to catch up to his environment.
You’re at Kyle’s.
He stretched languidly in the bed, his feet reaching for the coolness below. They’d left the light on, and he blinked several times, then rolled over with a dopey grin to wake up the snoring Kyle for another round.
Instead, he was nose-to-nose with the bug-eyed Jasper.
The instant the dog noticed him, he snorted and lunged, head-butting him in the face as he licked him.
“Hey!” He jerked out of the dog’s reach, but the insane little animal jumped on his chest and licked him right on the mouth. Then he ricocheted away.
“You little twerp,” he growled, wiping dog drool off his face. But Jasper had already leaped from the bed and dashed out of the room.
“Jasper,” Kyle hissed in reprimand from the doorway. “Don’t wake him up.”
“Too late.” Forrester sat up in the bed and squinted.
Kyle entered the room naked, tiptoeing as though trying not to wake Forrester. When he spied him already awake, he gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, he was whining downstairs.”
Jasper jumped on the bed, the carcass of a squeaky toy in his mouth. “You know what time it is, ya crazy dog?”
“Jasper.” Kyle lunged for his dog, the action making his penis waggle. But the little terrier leaped out of his grasp, and Kyle landed flat on the bed. Jasper raced around the room like it was playtime. Kyle groaned, and Forrester laughed at the picture they made.
Jasper jumped back up on the bed and crouched down, jutting his nubby tail in the air. The little canine’s energy seemed endless.
“Man, you are one hyper dog,” he observed. “What do you feed him, Kyle? Caffeine?”
“No, all Bostons are like that.” Kyle sat back on his haunches on the center of the bed, watching his dog shake the gutted toy madly. “Mom and I used to show them. Jasper’s grandma, Tanika, was the last dog we showed. After Mom died, I found out one of Tanika’s pups was having her last litter, so that’s how I got Jasper. His markings weren’t show-perfect, so they had him fixed. I kinda wish he wasn’t, so I could carry on our dogs’ lineage.”
The longing to maintain a connection with his lost parent tore at Forrester’s heartstrings. “C’mere.” He held out his arms for Kyle to cuddle up.
With a grateful smile, Kyle slipped beneath the covers and tucked under his arm. They waited for Jasper to reach the conclusion bedtime had arrived. After rooting up the blankets and a pillow, he curled into a ball, and let out a snorting sigh.
“I hope you don’t mind, Jasper sleeps in here with me. I only leave him in his kennel when I’m at work.” Kyle shifted to face Forrester. “He’s my ears when I sleep.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “Yes, he wakes me up if he hears something. Someone at the door, noises. Or even if my phone or my alarm clock goes off.”
“Like a hearing-ear dog? Is there such a thing?”
“Yes, there is,” Kyle assured him, sitting up and removing his processor. He took the top piece off the curved part and placed it in a glass bowl on his nightstand. Then he looked back at Forrester. “He’s not formally trained, but Jasper knows when I can and can’t hear, and he helps me.”
Forrester studied the wild little pooch, impressed.
“I think he can hear when my CI is working,” Kyle said. “But then again, dogs are incredibly intuitive. We had another dog like that when I was little. Frieda would bump me when someone tried to get my attention. She even snapped at people who got too close to me when my Mom wasn’t looking or if I was sleeping.”
“So Jasper might bite me if I molest you in your sleep?”
He raised his brow in a warning expression. “He just might.”
“I promise to be on my best behavior.”
Kyle cocked his head to the side, expression unreadable, but he said nothing.
It suddenly struck Forrester how much trust Kyle placed in him, inviting him to stay when he was at his most vulnerable. It touched Forrester, and he did not take the gesture lightly.
Leaning over, he cupped Kyle’s face in both of his hands. Kyle flinched, but then Forrester kissed him slow and deep. When he withdrew, Kyle was smiling dreamily.
“Thank you for trusting me. Letting me stay. You don’t have to worry,” Forrester assured him. “Jasper and I will both be your ears.”
Those hazel eyes widened. Then Kyle nodded, reached behind him, and clicked off the light.
Chapter Nine
“WHAT DO you think, Jasper?”
Forrester came into the kitchen and found Kyle having a conversation with his little dog—possibly the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. Then again, very few of Kyle’s actions didn’t have Forrester’s heart responding in one way or another.
Elbows on the counter and the paper in his hand, Kyle had perched Jasper on the kitchen counter in front of him. Kyle made those casual jeans and white V-neck delicious. Jasper licked his chops as he eyed Kyle’s toast, more interested in the food than the market. Neither of them noticed Forrester lean against the wall to watch.
“You’re gonna go with pork bellies, aren’t you?” Kyle held out a piece of crust. Jasper took it gently. “You always go with pork bellies, no matter how many times I tell you it isn’t bacon. I’m leaning more toward oil. With summer travel, don’t you think that’s the better choice?”
“Do you always discuss commodities with your dog?” Forrester teased.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Kyle looked up, and his eyes got huge. “Or should I say, morning, naked sleepyhead.”
Forrester grinned. He’d crawled out of bed, too exhausted to bother getting dressed. Hell, he could barely manage to pick up his feet, he felt so drained from last night.
Jasper snorted and did a wild spin on the counter when he spied Forrester. He tried to jump down, but Kyle quickly caught him.
“Chill out, Flash,” he told the dog as he placed the snorting, flailing animal on the floor. Jasper raced toward Forrester, licked his shin, then jumped up and down as if saying, “He’s up! He’s up!”
Forrester patted the wild little dog to contain him, but the contact only made him more excited. He raced back to Kyle.
“And in answer to your question, yes, I usually discuss commodities with Jasper. It’s just us, so who else am I gonna talk to?”
Forrester conceded the point with a smile, marveling how being caught having a conversation with his dog didn’t embarrass Kyle. Forrester got defensive every time his family looked at him cross-eyed. Yet Kyle didn’t have a secret identity. He was himself, no matter what.
Forrester wished he could be more like that.
“What time did you get up?” Forrester yawned and stretched, his joints popping.
“Six. I had to work out, and Jasper needed his walk. I don’t have a fenced-in yard yet.”
He shuffled into the kitchen. “Jeez, I can’t believe you get up and work out at the butt crack of dawn.”
Kyle crossed the room and pressed his smaller body against Forrester’s backside. “Pricktease,” he whispered, nipping at his shoulder.
“It’s not teasing if I do something with it.” He shifted his hips a little, feeling Kyle’s groin harden below his butt.
Kyle purred into his back, then kissed him there before stepping away and delivering him a soft slap on the ass.
“Hey!” Forrester laughed.
“Coffee should be brewing any second.”
The coffee machine on the counter was set to brew in ten minutes. He sighed with pleasure. Perfect. It was strange how at ease he felt in Kyle’s house. It reminded him of the peaceful way he felt in his books
tore. There were two framed posters above the chairs in Kyle’s dining room, one that looked like an original Spaceballs movie poster, and the other van Gogh’s exploding TARDIS.
“Are you hungry?” Kyle asked. “I was waiting until you got up to make a real breakfast.”
“You were?” Forrester couldn’t hold back his pleased surprise. “Maybe I should put some pants on.”
“Yeah, maybe you should. I folded your clothes. They’re on top of the dryer.” Kyle ran a hand up Forrester’s bare stomach. With a contented sigh, he rested his cheek against Forrester’s chest as he played with his chest hair. They held each other like that for a moment, touching, caressing, exploring, the rain outside and their breathing the only sounds.
A scurrying sound and a snorting dog drew their attention from each other.
Kyle laughed as Jasper raced into the kitchen, a ball in his mouth. “He thinks I brought you here just for him to play with.”
“At least he’s not mad at me for stealing his spot in the bed last night.”
“Yeah, I’m glad. I wondered how he’d react.” Kyle stepped back, took Jasper’s slobbery toy, and tossed it down the hallway. When Jasper shot off after it, Kyle gave Forrester a sideways look. “There’s never been anyone else in bed with us.”
Forrester stared at him in surprise. “You serious?”
Kyle shrugged, watching Jasper shake the ball. “Last night was—” His cheeks reddened, and he smiled at Forrester. “—the first time I’ve slept with anyone in a long time.”
“How long has it been since you got laid?” Forrester asked, torn between wanting the answer to be a couple weeks so he didn’t feel slutty for picking up a few guys recently, or Kyle saying years so he would have no one to compete with.
Kyle’s face wrinkled up. “Seven, eight months? But that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh?” Then it dawned on him what Kyle meant. “You meant actual sleeping.”
Pursing his lips, he nodded.
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