who doesn’t know his own mind, who needs friends to look out for him?”
“No. No, I don’t see you like that.” Far from it. Kieran was a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Not a fragile, needy bone in his body.
“Am I coming in?” Kieran asked.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Yes.”
Clambering off Jason, Kieran opened the side door and was out of the cab in seconds. Jason held his jeans together and winced at the cold wetness in his shorts. He wasn’t sure he was going to get it up again fast enough to satisfy Kieran. He was thirty-four, not in his twenties. It would take a while, especially considering that by just using his hand and words Kieran had wrung such an intense orgasm from him. In fact, his legs were a little wobbly when he followed Kieran up the steps to the cabin door. Kieran waited while he fumbled for the key. He even waited while Jason locked up behind them and turned expectantly. What he saw made his mouth water—Kieran stripping off his T-shirt and revealing his slim form. He looked like a diver, with smooth skin and softly defined muscles. He slowly unbuttoned his fly, all the while looking at Jason with an expression of need on his face.
He pushed the jeans down and revealed he was commando. Finally, with socks and boots toed away, Kieran was naked in the hallway of the cabin. He circled his cock with one hand and ran it down the length from the tip to the base. Jason had never seen a body, or a face, or a cock, so damn pretty. This may well only be a two-week fling, but hell, it was going to be a hot and memorable two-week fling. His cock even managed a small resurrection and valiantly pushed against the wet patch. He needed to be naked.
“You probably need to take your clothes off,” Kieran said.
Hurriedly, Jason did just that. In a rush, he pushed his jeans and shorts down and stripped off his own tee until he was as naked as Kieran. He wasn’t ashamed of his body. He worked hard to keep himself in shape for the show, and because at any moment he could land a film role that meant he needed to expose his body for the camera. Kieran turned on his heel and walked down the corridor towards the bedroom. Jason watched him walk, his eyes drawn to the other man’s perfect, taut ass. Fuck. He felt like he was starring in a porn film. Quickly, he moved to catch up and by the time he reached the bedroom, Kieran had already got one knee on the bed to climb up.
Jason caught him around the waist and pressed his half-hard cock against Kieran’s perfect ass. Curling himself over the other man, he reached for Kieran’s face and turned it so they could kiss. With one knee on the bed, Kieran had his legs spread and Jason rocked and kissed with a rhythm of need.
“I assume you have stuff?” Kieran said.
“I bought it today,” Jason answered immediately. He didn’t want Kieran thinking he wasn’t taking this very seriously. “Are you going to make a Boy Scout comment now?”
Kieran chuckled and pushed back against him. The tip of his cock slid along the crack of Kieran’s ass and for a second Jason couldn’t breathe. Kieran wriggled free and crawled the rest of the way, turning over and flopping back with his hands above his head and his legs spread.
“You first,” he said.
Jason could get with that and in seconds he was grabbing lube and condoms and climbing Kieran’s lithe body until he blanketed the smaller man with his own. They kissed deeply and, one-handed, Jason loosened the lid of the lube. Too much on his fingers, but it didn’t matter. Stretching a lover was one of his favourite things and he wanted this to be so good for Kieran that he forgot Joe, and in fact forgot every other man he had ever been with.
Jason slid to one side, still connected to the kiss, and he explored Kieran’s length before sliding slicked fingers around his rim.
Chapter Seven
Kieran loved the sensation of being prepared. The gentle consideration of Jason as he used way too much slick and careful touches
“No. No, I don’t see you like that.” Far from it. Kieran was a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Not a fragile, needy bone in his body.
“Am I coming in?” Kieran asked.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Yes.”
Clambering off Jason, Kieran opened the side door and was out of the cab in seconds. Jason held his jeans together and winced at the cold wetness in his shorts. He wasn’t sure he was going to get it up again fast enough to satisfy Kieran. He was thirty-four, not in his twenties. It would take a while, especially considering that by just using his hand and words Kieran had wrung such an intense orgasm from him. In fact, his legs were a little wobbly when he followed Kieran up the steps to the cabin door. Kieran waited while he fumbled for the key. He even waited while Jason locked up behind them and turned expectantly. What he saw made his mouth water—Kieran stripping off his T-shirt and revealing his slim form. He looked like a diver, with smooth skin and softly defined muscles. He slowly unbuttoned his fly, all the while looking at Jason with an expression of need on his face.
He pushed the jeans down and revealed he was commando. Finally, with socks and boots toed away, Kieran was naked in the hallway of the cabin. He circled his cock with one hand and ran it down the length from the tip to the base. Jason had never seen a body, or a face, or a cock, so damn pretty. This may well only be a two-week fling, but hell, it was going to be a hot and memorable two-week fling. His cock even managed a small resurrection and valiantly pushed against the wet patch. He needed to be naked.
“You probably need to take your clothes off,” Kieran said.
Hurriedly, Jason did just that. In a rush, he pushed his jeans and shorts down and stripped off his own tee until he was as naked as Kieran. He wasn’t ashamed of his body. He worked hard to keep himself in shape for the show, and because at any moment he could land a film role that meant he needed to expose his body for the camera. Kieran turned on his heel and walked down the corridor towards the bedroom. Jason watched him walk, his eyes drawn to the other man’s perfect, taut ass. Fuck. He felt like he was starring in a porn film. Quickly, he moved to catch up and by the time he reached the bedroom, Kieran had already got one knee on the bed to climb up.
Jason caught him around the waist and pressed his half-hard cock against Kieran’s perfect ass. Curling himself over the other man, he reached for Kieran’s face and turned it so they could kiss. With one knee on the bed, Kieran had his legs spread and Jason rocked and kissed with a rhythm of need.
“I assume you have stuff?” Kieran said.
“I bought it today,” Jason answered immediately. He didn’t want Kieran thinking he wasn’t taking this very seriously. “Are you going to make a Boy Scout comment now?”
Kieran chuckled and pushed back against him. The tip of his cock slid along the crack of Kieran’s ass and for a second Jason couldn’t breathe. Kieran wriggled free and crawled the rest of the way, turning over and flopping back with his hands above his head and his legs spread.
“You first,” he said.
Jason could get with that and in seconds he was grabbing lube and condoms and climbing Kieran’s lithe body until he blanketed the smaller man with his own. They kissed deeply and, one-handed, Jason loosened the lid of the lube. Too much on his fingers, but it didn’t matter. Stretching a lover was one of his favourite things and he wanted this to be so good for Kieran that he forgot Joe, and in fact forgot every other man he had ever been with.
Jason slid to one side, still connected to the kiss, and he explored Kieran’s length before sliding slicked fingers around his rim.
Chapter Seven
Kieran loved the sensation of being prepared. The gentle consideration of Jason as he used way too much slick and careful touches
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