“I’ve got a headache. The music isn’t helping.”
“I was planning on convincing you to come back to my place at the end of the night, so we could forget the dancing and head straight there?” Kyrone grinned. “Before you get too horny to want to wait for the length of a twenty-minute taxi ride before demanding I screw you.”
Jared laughed. “Who says I’m going to ask you to screw me again?”
Kyrone shrugged. “I thought it was a forgone conclusion.”
“You really are full of yourself.”
Kyrone kissed his jaw. “Do you want to be full of me?”
Jared let out a whimper. Yes. Yes, he did. He rubbed at his forehead, willing the headache to subside.
“Let’s go,” Kyrone said. “Getting away from the noise and stuffy atmosphere will help clear your head.”
Jared doubted that. The music wasn’t helping, but it wasn’t the cause either. At best, the pain in his head wouldn’t get any worse.
Kyrone stroked his fingers over Jared’s cheek. “Or we could go back to your place? I’m easy either way.”
“You’re definitely easy.” It was fun to flirt with Kyrone, and he wanted to go home with him, even though it wasn’t a good idea while his head ached.
Kyrone chuckled. “And you’re not?”
Jared bobbed his head from side to side as though considering that. Hewaspretty easy. He enjoyed sex because it made him feel alive, but he shied away from anything longer lasting and meaningful. Not because he didn’t want it, but because it meant spilling his guts about his brain injury, which in turn led to guys freaking out on him. Getting his heart trampled on by men who couldn’t cope with the fact that he was damaged wasn’t exactly high up on his to-do list.
“My place or yours?” Kyrone asked.
Jared hesitated. He knew he should decline and go home, alone, but he didn’t want to. He’d come to the club, seeking Kyrone, and by the looks of things, Kyrone had done the same. Maybe his headachewouldget better if he got out of the club. Maybe…
“Yours,” he replied. “I live in a shared house, and the guys I live withwon’tappreciate noisy sex.”
“We’re going to have noisy sex, are we?”
“I hope so.” He also hoped he wasn’t leading Kyrone on fruitlessly. He desperately wanted to feel him inside again. The pain would ease enough to allow him to enjoy sex. Ithadto.
Laughing, Kyrone looped his arm around Jared’s waist. “I hope so too,” he confided. “Come this way, sir. My palace awaits.”
* * *
Kyrone lived in a massive Georgian house that had been converted into flats. His was on the top floor, built into the eaves of the building. It was really nice inside, although the stripy carpet was a little hard on Jared’s eyes through the filter of the headache that hadn’t gone away during the taxi ride from the club. The ceilings were white, but the walls were painted a soft mauve. The living space was open plan, with a couple of sofas and a coffee table on one side, opposite a massive window, and a small but modern kitchen on the other side. There was a round table and four chairs on the same wall as the kitchen, with a door-wide strip of empty space between the two distinct areas.
Jared didn’t have time to take in more than that, because Kyrone grabbed hold of him, pulled him close, and kissed him possessively. It was all very alpha male, and Jared was happy to go along with it despite his headache.
“How’s your tattoo?” he asked breathlessly.
“Healing well,” Kyrone replied between hard kisses that he pressed to Jared’s jaw and neck. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
Jared tipped his head back and closed his eyes. “So are you.” He loved the feel of Kyrone’s hot mouth against his throat.
He ran his hands over Kyrone’s chest, careful to avoid the tattoo site, even though he couldn’t see it. In a few days, he would be able to run his fingers over the ink and trace the heavy lettering, but not yet. The thought took him by surprise, and he knew he was getting ahead of himself because he was carried away by the feel of Kyrone’s body against his.
Kyrone’s kisses were getting more urgent, his hands rougher as they slid over Jared’s body. His skin felt hot with desire, and his erection rubbed against Jared. Which should have been wonderful. Itwaswonderful, except Jared’s body wasn’t reacting the way he wanted it to. His headache was crawling through his skull, into his neck and shoulders, making his body tense. Even though Kyrone was rubbing against his cock and occasionally running a large, firm hand over it through his jeans, Jared didn’t have a hard-on. He whispered a curse and then leant his head forward against Kyrone’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I think I should go,” he muttered, angry at himself for going to Kyrone’s flat in the first place and for making himself believe he would be well enough to fool around with the gorgeous man.
Kyrone cupped Jared’s cheek in his hand, massaging the skin behind his ear as he tilted Jared’s face up. “Headache?”
Jared winced an apology.
