“I’m sorry. Am I distracting you?” Kyrone asked innocently.
“You know you are,” Jared panted. “Let me finish?”
Kyrone paused, resting his chin on Jared’s hip. “Go on.”
“I know I was joking that day at the gym, when I said you could be a physical therapist, but I’ve been thinking about it, and I think you would be great at it,” Jared said, the words coming out in a rush.
Was he hurrying so that Kyrone could go back to fondling him? Kyrone hoped so.
Kyrone stroked his side. “That’s actually a really good idea,” he said thoughtfully.
“It is?”
“Yes.” Kyrone’s tone was a little more serious and definitely ponderous. “So good that I paid attention when you joked about it.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I’ve been looking into it.”
“Really?”
Kyrone chuckled. “You have some good ideas, even if you don’t recognise them at the time.” He stroked his fingers over Jared’s stomach. “I can’t think of anything more rewarding than helping people to get back on their feet. People like you.”
“I wouldn’t be as independent as I am without the physical therapists at the hospital or the occupational therapists afterwards,” Jared said. “They were amazing and so patient with me, no matter how frustrated I got.”
“You got frustrated?” Kyrone asked with teasing incredulity.
“Reallyfrustrated,” Jared said.
Kyrone’s brushed his hand over Jared’s cock. “Are you frustrated now?”
Jared whimpered. “Yes, but for different reasons.”
Kyrone pushed up to kiss him on the mouth. “Obviously.” He chuckled against Jared’s lips. “Are you done talking? I want you.”
“I want you too.”
They kissed as Kyrone used a lube-slicked finger to prep Jared, his mouth swallowing every deep, throaty moan that Jared released. It was just as well; his moans were far louder than their softly whispered conversation had been. Once Jared was ready for him, Kyrone flipped him over onto his stomach, one hand pressing down onto his shoulders while the other pulled his hips up.
“How will you keep me quiet like this?” Jared asked.
“I can still kiss you.” Kyrone leant down to prove it, his wet cock sliding down Jared’s arse crack.
Jared shivered and groaned into Kyrone’s mouth. He waggled his backside, grinding it against Kyrone. “I need you inside me.”
“Hard or gentle?” Kyrone asked.
Jared whimpered. “Hard.”
“Hmmm… I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep you quiet if I take you hard.”
“Then why did you offer?” Jared said, the frustration clear in his voice.
“Do you care if anyone hears us?” He held his breath during the pause that followed, praying that he’d got Jared so needy that he wouldn’t care at all.
“No,” Jared whined out eventually. “Ineedyou.”
“Just what I wanted to hear.”
