Kyrone gasped dramatically. “Youforgot? Did you forget you were naked too?”
“No.” Jared lifted his head to kiss Kyrone’s jaw. “If you come to the bedroom, I’ll persuade you to take your clothes off in there.”
Kyrone let out an appreciative moan.
Jared stood and threaded his fingers through Kyrone’s, tugging the larger man off the sofa. He was caught off guard when Kyrone grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close.
“Don’t ever be afraid to say what’s on your mind,” Kyrone whispered. “I lived like that the entire time I was under Dad’s roof. It’s shit.”
“Is that why you ran away to sea?”
“Yes.” He let Jared go and held his hand again. “To the bedroom, good sir,” he said in a posh, booming voice. “I have every intention of fucking you tonight.”
Jared didn’t need to be told twice. Squeezing Kyrone’s hand, he hurried through to the bedroom, relieved his questions and concerns hadn’t annoyed the gorgeous man or ruined their chances of spending more time together.
11Kyrone
It was a wet Tuesday evening, but that hadn’t deterred the shoppers who were streaming through the arcade. Kyrone slipped past them, entering Ink Envy, a grin on his face. They were about to close for the night, so all three tattoo artists and Jared were downstairs, chatting. At least, Faye and the two guys were chatting. Jared sat in the waiting area, huddled up in his coat. As soon as Faye saw Kyrone, she touched her hand to her head. Kyrone’s grin faded. He’d been looking forward to spending a few hours with Jared before he had to go to Heaven and Hell, but any plans he might have had were about to change.
They’d spent a lot of time together over the two weeks since their goofy date. His mum would have referred to this phase of their relationship as the ‘honeymoon phase’. They were totally wrapped up in each other, and everything was perfect. Almost everything.
Kyrone crouched down in front of Jared and gently touched his knee. “You’re not feeling so good?” he asked softly.
Jared looked at him with unfocused eyes. “Sorry.”
“Migraine?”
Jared nodded. His face was pale, and he looked visibly pained.
“Why didn’t you go home?” Kyrone asked. He glanced at Faye, searching for an answer.
“It came on about half an hour ago,” Faye explained. “If you hadn’t shown up, I was going to give the kid a lift home.”
“Thanks. I’ve got him.” He helped Jared to stand and then looped an arm around his waist to support him. “Let’s go back to my place,” he whispered into Jared’s ear.
Jared glanced up at him with tired, questioning eyes.
“I’ll take care of you until I have to head to the club, and then you can sleep it off.”
Jared nodded and leant against him. Worry pinched at Kyrone’s insides. This migraine seemed worse than the last one, but he knew from his sister’s experiences that some were more debilitating than others.
He was pretty sure that Jared was asleep through most of the bus ride. He didn’t say a word, just rested against Kyrone the whole time. When they arrived at Kyrone’s flat, he steered Jared straight to the bedroom, got his coat, boots, and socks off, and tucked him up under the quilt. Gently, he shook Jared’s shoulder until he opened his eyes and looked at him.
“Have you taken your migraine meds?”
“Yes.”
“Not helping much?”
Jared shook his head.
“Sleep it off,” Kyrone said, kissing him on the forehead. “I’ll be here for a while yet. I’ll let you know before I head out to the club.” He pursed his lips. “Unless you’d rather I called in sick and stayed?”
“No.” Jared stroked his hand over Kyrone’s chest. “I’ll be okay.” His eyebrows pulled together. “I’d have been all right at home.”
“I know, but I wouldn’t have been there to take care of you.”
A genuine look of confusion crumpled Jared’s features.
