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feeling the vibrations of the truck's engine through the palms of his hands. Kyle was asleep behind him, the man's soft breathing slow and even. The sound was soothing, relaxing, but it didn't stop Jared from wondering why Kyle was even here. What he was doing was so out of character he had to seriously think hard about why he was doing it. It was Kyle, obviously. He'd seen something in Kyle's eyes that told him this man was someone he'd be able to trust. He also couldn't ignore the fact that Kyle just did something to him, and he'd been right about how he kissed. Just the memory of that kiss had Jared's thighs tightening and his cock twitching in his jeans. He sighed, caught between physical lust and wary expectation. He wanted Kyle, wanted to feel his body beneath him, wanted to know how good it would be to pound into him hard and fast, but as foolish as it might seem, he'd wanted to get to know Kyle first. And then take him, hard and fast.
    Suddenly a laugh burst from his chest. Kyle had told him he liked it slow. Real slow. Jared smiled. He could do slow.
    He could also do a hell of a lot of other things too.
    Sucking in a settling breath, Jared concentrated on the road for a while, but his thoughts wouldn't remain still. Kyle had also taken a risk. Though Kyle had told him he had no commitments and was free to go where he pleased, that didn't mean he was prepared to just go anywhere. Yet he hadn't hesitated when Jared had asked him to come with him. Did that mean he'd also seen something in Jared that he hadn't been able to resist? Jared hoped so.
    His mouth twisted into a smile. Was it possible he'd found the one thing he thought likely to never find? Had he found a man he could become involved with? Had he found someone he could end his loneliness with? It was too soon to know, but Jared had a feeling Kyle could be it. But that brought on a whole set of problems that right now he wasn't prepared to go into. Instead he wanted to think of what Kyle had said, about stopping somewhere and fucking each other senseless. That wasn't really the right way of getting to know Kyle first, but there was no harm in doing both at the same time, was there?
    Once again he listened to the slow, steady breathing behind him and imagined Kyle's body curled up next to his, replete after making love, content, but eager for more. Kyle was responsive, and Jared could easily visualize how Kyle would react when he touched him, stroked him, pleasured him. It would be like watching a man come alive by slow degrees. He'd get to see the gradual build of desire in those bright blue eyes, get to witness the sinuous way his body would move as it began to tighten in need, get to feel the desperation as Kyle was close to coming; then finally, he'd be able to experience Kyle's shattering culmination as he came apart in Jared's hands.
    Jared shuddered as he thought about Kyle and what he wanted to do to him and what he wanted Kyle to do in return. And not just once, but over and over. But was that possible? Was there even a remote chance that Kyle could want the same things? But that wasn't the question Jared knew he should be asking himself. The question was whether he was willing to risk it all to try and find out.
    He drove for a while longer, his mind a whirling maelstrom of confusion and want, confliction and need, and then, when he finally couldn't take it anymore, he pulled off the road and into a small off-ramp that was currently deserted. He needed to find out if this should go any further, if it could go any further.
    He turned the engine off and sat there contemplating his next move. Turning in his seat, he stared into the berth behind him. He bit his lip, the pounding of his heart loud in his ears, the throb of his pulse thickening the blood in his veins. Nerves had his palms sweaty and his hands shaking, and though he told himself there was nothing to be nervous about, he couldn't stop the flutter in his stomach or the tightening of his