Free Bringing Him Home by Penny Brandon

confessed, Kyle's plea sending a shiver down his spine and making his stomach clench.
    "Then come with me," Kyle said, lifting onto his hands and stroking the hard length of his cock deep, filling Jared with both pleasure and a profound sense of belonging. This was what he wanted. This was what he'd been looking for.
    He looked up at Kyle, watching those blue eyes, seeing in them everything he'd ever hoped to get and more. He needed to say something, and he needed to do it now. Instead he bit his lip and moaned.
    "Jared. I'm going to come hard." The strain in Kyle's voice echoed the strain in Jared's body. Strung tight, he reached toward a climax, the glide of Kyle deep inside him pushing him there, taking him higher until he was so close he could feel the edge of it like a knife. He scarcely had enough awareness of anything else to consider that this was the first time a man was going to come in his ass.
    "Kyle." Nothing else got past his throat as the purest sensation he'd ever felt took him and swept him away on a tide that seemed never ending. Muscles clenching, pulsing, he shuddered as his cock gushed a torrent of hot, steamy seed. His internal muscles, the ones that held Kyle like a glove, tightened, sending another wave of unbidden bliss to rip apart every sense this was anything but real.
    Kyle gave a strangled cry, thrusting uncontrollably, his hips toiling to bring about his own orgasm. He reared back, neck taut.
    "Look at me. Kyle, look at me!" Jared ordered. He grabbed Kyle's face, forcing his lover to open his eyes. Blue flame encompassed him, throwing him back into the heat of the fire.
    "Jared. Now!" Kyle's hips gave one final, hard thrust, and Jared geared himself to take the hot eruption of Kyle's climax. He felt the torrid pulse saturate him, fill him, own him.
    Jared groaned, throwing his arms around Kyle's body, holding them both until they slowly came down from the high Kyle had sent them to. Jared stroked Kyle's back, the muscles beneath his palms relaxing as the sated man snuggled into his chest, Kyle's own arms cradling Jared's neck. Jared let him stay for a minute, then dropped his legs from around Kyle's waist and unceremoniously dumped him to the side so he could breathe a little easier.
    "Wassa matta?" Kyle mumbled.
    Jared nearly laughed aloud; instead he just smiled. "Nothing, lover. Go to sleep." He waited a few minutes and then untangled himself from Kyle's arms and quickly headed for the bathroom. He wet a cloth with some soap and warm water and, after washing himself down, returned to the bedroom, the cloth rinsed and resoaped.
    Kyle's big body filled the whole bed. Jared stood and looked down at him, the smile that etched his mouth repeated in his heart. He gently cleansed Kyle, careful not to wake him; then he threw the wet cloth into the bathroom and climbed into bed, easing back into Kyle's arms. Kyle reached for him, pulling him close, unconsciously throwing his leg over Jared's thigh, trapping him in an embrace.
    Jared didn't mind. He liked Kyle holding him. He liked the idea that, even asleep, Kyle wanted him. He smiled again, the happiness that settled in his chest both wonderful and unexpected. He grabbed the sheet and slipped it over both of them and then closed his eyes. Sleep, he knew, was going to come quickly. He was replete in more ways than one. He'd just had the best sex of his life, but what made Jared happy, what made this night different than any other was that he was going to sleep with a man he knew he could seriously fall in love with.
    The concept wasn't as staggering as he'd thought. He knew his feelings toward Kyle were unlike anything he'd ever felt before, knew Kyle was unlike any man he'd ever met before. He wanted Kyle, wanted to make Kyle his. He tried to think of a way, tried to weigh up the pros and cons, tried to accept what his heart was telling him, which was to ignore what his mind wouldn't let go of, and once more uncertainty warred with desire. What they'd