They spent the late afternoon and early evening playing board and card games before Kyrone made them a light snack for dinner. Apparently, he’d been shopping since Thursday because he had a variety of healthy food. Afterwards, they ended up on the sofa, watching TV together. It was lovely and comfortable and, like Wednesday afternoon, was proof that they could do more than have sex. Not that the physical side of things wasn’t a lot of fun, but it felt like they could have some sort of connection that went beyond that if they were both willing to put in the time and energy.
Jared should have felt more nervous about that than he did, given his experience with guys. Not that he was in a rush to lay his medical history at Kyrone’s feet, but if this turned out to be more than a brief fling, he would.
“Are you working at Ink Envy tomorrow?” Kyrone asked.
Jared nodded. “At ten.” He was lying with his arm curled around Kyrone’s washboard stomach and his head on his strong chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heart.
“I’ve got a lecture about then. I’ll head into town with you if you fancy staying the night?”
“I didn’t bring any spare clothes,” Jared said regretfully. He wished he’d been cheeky enough to think that far ahead and assume that Kyrone would want him to stay.
“You can borrow my jumper again.”
Jared chuckled. “I think Faye might have something to say about me turning up to work like that. Not to mention the bus driver and all the passengers!”
Kyrone stroked his jaw tenderly. “I’m sure they’d all enjoy looking at you. I know I would.”
“Or I’d get arrested for indecent exposure. It wouldn’t be the best start to the day.”
“No? I’d bail you out.” Kyrone kissed the tip of Jared’s nose. “Or you could take your clothes off now and I’ll get them washed and dried by the morning.”
Jared sat up and walked his fingers slowly down Kyrone’s chest. “I think you’re just trying to get me naked.”
“Am I?” Kyrone asked with mock indignation.
“Yes.”
“You already know I think you’re beautiful. Why wouldn’t I want to feast my eyes on that gorgeous body of yours?”
“I thought I was ‘pretty’?”
“You are.”
Jared’s fingertips were over Kyrone’s stomach muscles as he pulled himself up into a crunch position in order to place a tender kiss on Jared’s lips. The strength in those taut muscles stole Jared’s breath.
“You’re pretty.” Kyrone kissed him again. “And beautiful.” Another kiss, this one longer and harder. “And sexy.” He lowered himself back down onto the sofa. “Now get undressed so I can appreciate your gorgeousness.”
Jared pursed his lips as he pushed Kyrone’s T-shirt up high enough to expose his abs. “Will you get naked too?”
“You could persuade me to.”
“How?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. But you might want to let me put your clothes in the washing machinefirst.”
Jared curled his mouth into a smile. He pulled his top off and dropped it onto Kyrone’s stomach. He leant forward to press a lingering kiss to Kyrone’s lips before getting off the sofa and slowly removed the rest of his clothes. He made a pile of his jeans, boxer shorts, and socks on Kyrone’s stomach and then looked pointedly over to the washing machine in the kitchen area.
“You said you’d get my clothes washed and dried by morning.”
Kyrone made no effort to move except to tuck his hands behind his head. “I’m enjoying the view for a moment first.”
Jared’s smile widened. It felt good to have Kyrone’s dark eyes, which were full of desire, focused him with so much desire. He knew he was still too thin, but Kyrone either didn’t care or was able to look past the frailties of his body. His insecurities melted away under the other man’s scrutiny, and he simply stood there, letting him stare at him for several minutes. His pulse started to pick up, and he realised he was getting turned on by being the object of Kyrone’s lust.
The moment that he felt his cock harden, Kyrone gathered up his discarded clothes nonchalantly and got up to put them in the washing machine, whistling as he went. He went into the bedroom to grab some other dirty clothes to add to the load, taking his sweet time over every part of the process, while Jared stood waiting for him. He could have sat or even lain on the sofa, but something told him Kyrone wanted him to stay where he was, even though that wish hadn’t passed his lips.
Eventually, as the washing machine rumbled quietly in the background, Kyrone returned to the sofa and lay on it, with his arms crossed behind his head once more.
“You were going to persuade me to takemyclothes off?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
