Rough [01] - A Bit of Rough (11 page)

"Jesus, Bram."

A burst of heat shot through James so intense it made him ache. It spread warmth all the way to his fingertips and toes. Not only did this man know how to make love to him until his head spun and his body screamed, he knew what to say. James wanted to take a chance on a relationship with Bram. A real relationship, not just a few nights of mutual satisfaction followed by stilted self-conscious conversation.

"What do you say?" Bram's thumb traced the curve of James’ chin, over and over, petting and calming him. "Give me a chance to show you how loyal and domestic I can be."

Uncertain, James dropped his gaze and snorted. "Domestic? The caveman? Primal and ravenous maybe, but definitely not domestic." He clenched his ass and intensified the deep, burning, glorious ache left behind by his dynamic and passionate lover.

"Wait until you get to know me better," Bram purred from deep in his chest. "I’m as domestic as an old house cat."

James laughed and ran an appreciative hand over one of his partner’s thick, muscled biceps. "More like a saber-toothed tiger. I feel mauled." Reveling in the solid strength of his partner, he slung an arm over Bram’s waist and leaned into him. "Very good, but definitely mauled."

"Only good?" Bram squeezed James’ butt cheek hard enough to make the other man yelp.

"I must be losing my touch." His voice turned sultry, rich with promise. "I’ll have to try harder next time."

"You do and I won’t be able to walk." James shimmied his groin against Bram’s thigh.

"Sitting is going to be a challenge as it is."

"That a problem, baby?" Bram roughly massaged James’ tender backside. The dull, throbbing discomfort shot bolts of pain/pleasure through James.

"No." James’ voice was ragged and breathy. "It’s actually kind of nice." He bit at his lower lip, then released it to blurt out, "I love it." Locking gazes with Bram, James confessed, "I could get addicted to you."

Bram rolled over, pinning James partially under his weight. He ghosted his fingertips down his lover’s sweaty flank. "Think it’s a passing addiction, or could I hope for a lifelong condition?"

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James shifted his gaze for a moment, but Bram wouldn’t let him turn away. "Afraid it might get to be terminal," James whispered.

Bram touched his forehead to James’ furrowed brow. "Nothing to be afraid of, Jamie. I told you, I’m as domestic as they come. Commitment doesn’t scare me. It makes me stronger. My parents and sister taught me that. I want you." He gently kissed one fluttering eyelid, "Want to make you happy," then the other. "Want to love you."

"Love." James trembled under the weight of the word. "You’re talking a major step, Bram. We barely know one another."

"And I want to spend a whole lot of time changing that, Jamie. A whole lot of time.

Decades, if we’re lucky. A few minutes ago when we left the shower cap in the wrapper -

- nothing separating us. That’s how I’d like to see us – open, honest and laid bare, so there’s no question about how we feel about each other. For us or anybody else."

Panic pressed down on James. He felt his pulse hammer through his veins. His stomach churned into a tight ball of ice. "You mean, you like want to meet my family?"

"Hell, yes! Family, co-workers, friends, the world. I don’t hide my sexuality, Jamie. I didn’t think you did either."

James dropped his gaze, speaking softly. "I don’t make an issue of it." He concentrated on the intense heat building up wherever their bodies were in contact, memorizing the feeling for future fantasies.

"Me either. I don’t flaunt it anymore than Mitch harps on the fact he loves the ladies. Any ladies -- some are so ugly, I'm not even sure they are female. He’s not very discriminating."

The playful comment managed to pull a brief smile from James.

Bram rewarded him with a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. "But I’m not ashamed of who I love, anymore than Mitch is. It may mean I have to put up with a few crude comments and the occasional crass remark from some ignorant S.O.B., but I won’t live a secretive, miserable life to spare someone else’s self-righteous morals."

James snorted inelegantly. "A person would have to be insane to harass you."

Bram closed his eyes for a moment. His voice took on a distant, flat quality. "You’d be surprised just how many nuts are out there, Jamie. People who want to hurt you, for no other reason than you exist, and it has nothing to do with who you're sleeping with."

"Williams would never have bothered you." James was surprised at the amount of bitterness in his voice.

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Hovering over his lover, Bram settled his weight on James and pressed him into the soft mattress. "Let’s forget about that asshole for now." He slid his arms around James then swiftly rolled onto his back, dragging the other man up onto his body. "He’s interfering with an outstanding post-fuck cuddle."

James squirmed, rearranging himself into a more comfortable position on his new bed of warm, supple flesh. "Didn’t know cavemen were so romantic."

Twisting his head down, Bram craned his neck to see James’ expression. "A bad thing?"

Rubbing his hands over Bram’s solid ribcage, James shook his head and smiled. "Uh-uh, caveman. Good thing."

James rested his head on the broad plain of Bram’s well-developed chest. He buried his nose in the soft, V-shaped mat of hair under his cheek to breathe in the delicious musk scent that was all Bram’s own. Sweat and leather, now mixed with the heady scent of their combined sexual gratification and release. The air was rich with it. One whiff made the muscles of James’ ass flutter and his cock twitch with appreciation. Even the scratchy peel of their dried juices on his skin sent a tingle of delight through him.

How did something that usually would have him insisting on an immediate shower become a turn-on? Was it just exhaustion or the fact the scent and feel was now associated with the man who had caused the spectacular creation of the mess in the first place?

James decided it didn’t matter, really. He loved it, craved it, didn’t ever want to move from the spot where he was -- safe, warm and very well loved –- wrapped in the arms of this brutally forceful, romantic mountain of a man who satisfied desires James had only fantasized about, not all of them sexual. He was amazed at how his life had been turned around by one small, chance meeting. Amazed and grateful.

James felt heavy tendrils of sleep intruding into his thoughts. His exhausted, sore body welcomed the invitation to temporary oblivion and he relaxed more fully into Bram’s embrace.

"Jamie?" He felt Bram kiss the top of his head.

"Uh-huh?"

"Sleepy?" A large, warm hand gently ruffled his dark curls.

"Uh-huh."

"Comfortable?" Bram's voice was seductively low and honey smooth.

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"Oh, yeah."

"Happy, baby?" Another rough-skinned, heavy hand kneaded his back.

"Hmmm."

Bram snorted a low, throaty chuckle. "Sex must short circuit the speech center of your brain." His voice became playful, as well as sultry. "Overwhelmed by my amazing sexual wiles?"

"Mmmm."

"Completely under my power?" Bram asked.

"Umm." The sound was barely an audible grunt, followed closely by a light snore.

Bram continued the soothing petting motion down James' back in silence for several moments, then whispered, "Love me?"

Draped over the broad chest, James' body rose and fell along with Bram's deep sigh.

"More with every silly-ass, annoying question you ask me, caveman. Now shut up, and let's get some sleep. Being fucked senseless wears a guy out."

Without opening his eyes, James rolled his head to one side and nipped the nearest strip of smooth-muscled skin his lips and teeth could find.

Startled, Bram jerked at the sharp sting, then laughed so hard he rocked the entire bed, needing to bear hug James to keep him in place. He planted a quick kiss on James’ head as he firmly patted James' ass.

"That’s my baby. Sweet-assed, little tiger with sharp teeth." He gave James a quick squeeze, then rested his chin against the top of James’ head. "Love you too, Jamie."

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Chapter Six

Morning brought James a whole array of new aches and sore muscles, but there wasn't a single one he regretted. He awoke facedown on a firm, unfamiliar mattress, naked, sore, and horny. James drew in a deep breath to clear his mind and the rich, heady scent of recent sex filled his senses. His half-hard cock instantly responded, expanding and twitching in anticipation. Eyes still shut, he rolled over onto his back to give it more room to grow. As he turned, his elbow connected with a large, warm mass that immediately engulfed him as a stout limb wound around his body.

"Morning, baby." Firm lips kissed his temple and a fever-hot hand slid down his abdomen to wrap around his stiffening, delighted rod. "I see you're no worse for wear."

Bram. That one word brought a grin to James' face. He arched up into the heavy caress and opened his eyes. His lover lay on his side, propped up on one massive arm, hand supporting his sandy-haired head. The other hand was busy making James' morning memorable.

"Uh. Jesus, Bram. Nice wake-up call. Uh. God." James hissed and closed his eyes again, narrowing his focus down to the one part of his body wide-awake and functioning.

"Too sore, baby?" Bram mumbled into James' mouth then quickly kissed him.

"Uh! Ugh. Not enough to ask you to stop." Ignoring the usual date courtesy of limiting exposure to morning breath, James gasped and pulled Bram back down for another longer, more satisfying, kiss.

Their dueling tongues ignited the big man's lust. James actually felt the surge of power ripple through the hard body. A burst of gratification erupted in his chest at discovering one of his new lover's sure-fire hot buttons -- the simple act of kissing fueled the beast in Bram.

James' sensitive cock was nearly raw from their savage couplings, but one swirl of the sandpaper-rough thumb over the eager tip and the burn of discomfort morphed into the burn of desire.

Just as James crossed over the line from pain to pleasure, Bram's hand disappeared. "
Uh
!

What the hell!" His startled complaint was cut short as the tight fist returned, this time bringing with it a satiny, wet coating of cool gel.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" James jerked his knees up and spread his legs, bucking up to glide in and out of Bram's skilled grip. One hand grabbed Bram's stroking arm and the other darted down between his legs to finger his own sac.

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"Christ, baby, seeing you like this, all wet and slick and hard, it's too much." Bram's words were throaty and paced between rough pants. "You're beautiful. Fucking delicious, too." He paused every few words to kiss or lick a patch of skin on James' face, neck or chest, even his armpit. "Too delicious for a quick hand job."

Lost in the delirious sensation of having his cock worked over by a silk-slick sheath of hot muscle, James didn't register the change in activity on the bed until he was being flipped in the air, powerful hands clamped to his hips. Blankets disappeared and he landed face down on the mattress, his lower half bent over a mound of pillows, his small, firm ass raised high in the air.

Despite his rising libido, he didn't think his ass could take another brutal pounding so soon. James looked over his shoulder and tried to twist around to face Bram, who was kneeling between his spread legs.

"I don't know ... I mean, we've been going at it pretty hard ..." James' voice trailed off in a stammer. He had purposely fanned the flames of the big man's desire, and now he was trying to throw cold water on it. He doubted Bram would be impressed by a cock tease.

Two solid, insistent hands jerked him back down on the pillows and a tendril of fear shot through him. James' heart skipped a beat. A rough-skinned hand soothed up his spine, then skated back down to rub his clenched butt cheeks.

"Easy, baby, easy. I know what you need." The hand kneading his ass was urgent and rough, Bram's voice tense. "This tight little hole of yours is just aching to be stroked again."

James stiffened and forced his groin deeper into the pillows as his cheeks were spread apart, his body held in place with a heavy hand on his low back. Cool air drifted over the exposed pucker of muscle and the ring fluttered. Every spasm burned and James gasped at the odd mix of cool air and hot pain at his entrance.

Bram groaned. "Look at that. Your ass already knows who it belongs to, baby. It's all swollen and dark red." He made a deep, guttural sound somewhere between a chuckle and growl. "Looks just like a cherry." Bram leaned forward and licked a few inches up James' spine.

"Bram, I-I don't think . . . shit!" James shivered as the moisture cooled on his hot skin, then shuddered when the tongue bath was repeated again, once up each flank.

The groan from the man behind James was like a big cat's rumble, silky and primal.

"Yeah, that's it. Shake your sweet ass for me, baby. Fucking tremble under my hands."

A thumb rubbed lazy circles over his swollen, exposed pucker. James flinched and bucked, not sure whether to pull away or impale himself on the teasing digit.

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"Uh, Christ, baby. Gotta have your cherry red ass."

The other man's urgent desire was heavy in his tone. Despite his hesitation to be fucked, James' cock hardened and twitched against the confining pillows in response.

Hands slid under James and he was pinned to the bed as long arms hooked around his thighs. The firm globes of his backside were spread open. Bram's rough-silky voice murmured, "I wouldn't hurt you, baby. Trust me. It's all about trust between us from here on out." Then Bram plowed in.

"Bram!" Burying a strangled cry in the mattress, James grabbed a handful of the sheet under him and held on, gritting his teeth at the sudden shock.

Curved and stiff, Bram's tongue speared through the red, abused opening to his lover's overworked ass, tormenting the tight ring of nerve-filled muscle. Bram attacked James'