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He slung his arm around James' shoulders and pulled him close. "I want to show them to you. Kind of introduce you to the neighborhood. You'll love it." He guided them both out the door and down the broad stone steps to the sidewalk.

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By the time they had circled the entire block, stopping to talk to whomever was outside, Bram had introduced James seven times. And each and every introduction made it clear James was an architect, an expert in the period their houses were built in, and he was Bram's boyfriend.

The first time, James was taken by surprise. By the last introduction, he was faintly more comfortable with the term and Bram's openness. He knew it was the big man's natural charm and easy self-assuredness people were responding to. James found just being with the man made him more self-confident.

The classic architecture and fine, old-world workmanship sparked a familiar excitement in James, energizing him. He forgot his initial shyness, talking structure and design, and pointing out how the personal tastes of the individual craftsman's building it were worked into every detail of the home. The homeowners loved him.

The neighbors accepted James as easily as they accepted the large, charismatic man hovering possessively at his side. James received invitations to come back from everyone.

Walking side by side as they turned towards home, Bram nudged James with his elbow.

"So what do you think? Nice neighborhood, huh?"

Stepping closer as they walked, James felt Bram's hand brush against his hip. "This is a terrific street. And not just the houses. The people are nice, too."

They came to the front sidewalk leading to Bram's place. They stopped outside the wrought iron gate to the walk and James gestured at the house. "You've got a great place and it's
in
a great place." He let his hand brush over Bram's knuckles.

"So, you like it?"

"I like it." James slowly reached out and slipped his fingers into Bram's eager hand. "A lot."

"Yeah? Attracted to the architecture then?"

"Oh, yeah. But I like the fact that you're here best of all." He leaned into the big man's space. "Your basic structure and unique build are still the most impressive things I've seen all day."

Bram tightened his fingers and pulled James up against his chest. "Maybe I should take you on a tour. Let you get to know some of the structural details better."

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Tilting his head back so he could see Bram's face, James smiled at the lopsided grin he found there. "I do like the hands-on approach with a project."

"Oh, there'll be plenty of hands-on." Bram ran his hands around James' hips and rested them on his backside. "Mostly my hands on you, but you never know."

James felt a stirring in the other man's groin as it pressed against his abdomen. He returned the interest by shifting his own groin to brush Bram's thigh. "I'm interested in finding out." James licked his lips, pleased when Bram's gaze dropped to follow the movement.

"Then I think we should take this indoors." He released his hold and threw an arm around James' shoulders, guiding him toward the front door. "We can combine the tour of my structure with a tour of the shower you were so taken with."

Chuckling, James said, "But I don't need a shower."

Bram unlocked the door and pulled James over the threshold. "I can fix that."

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Chapter Seven

Once the front door closed, Bram slammed him up against a wall and pulled him into a kiss that raised gooseflesh over James’ entire body. Long arms wrapped around his lean frame and two strong hands gripped the curve of his ass, hiking him up the wall until his feet no longer touched the floor, kneading and groping to their heart’s content. All he could do was dig his fingers into the fabric of Bram’s shirt, hook his legs around the braced, solid thighs pressing between his legs, and hang on.

His lips were coaxed open by a warm, insistent tongue. James slowly stroked it with his own, sucking gently, and milking the muscle like an offered tit. A deep groan from Bram forewarned a change. The hands on his ass disappeared and James was suddenly pinned to the wall by the weight of Bram's chest pressing on his and one thick thigh forced up under his crotch.

James didn't need to open his eyes to know what was happening. The fabric under his hands was torn and flung away. The roughness of the act made his nipples harden and James moaned into the mouth still ravishing and invading his. His shirt was peeled from his body and questing, sure fingers found and opened his pants.

Bram made one, quick heavy grope at the rising cock tucked inside James' pants then he regained his hold on the firm ass balanced on his leg and pulled James off the wall. He made it halfway up the stairs before James' hand managed to squeeze between them and down the front of his own jeans. The big man faltered, then leaned forward, settling them both on the stairs.

Bram broke the kiss and leaned back, panting and sweating, flushed. He rubbed both thumbs over James' swollen and puffy lips. James sucked one into his mouth. The flush creeping up Bram's neck shot up to his hairline and passion filled his eyes.

"Christ, you get me going like nobody else can, baby." He reached down and pulled James' shoes and socks off, tossing them over his shoulder, apparently unconcerned where they landed. He dipped down and lavished several broad swipes of his tongue over James' chest, working his own jeans open in the process.

James ran his hands down Bram's chiseled torso and followed the trail of fine hairs down past the sensitive navel to dip into the open vee of the zipper. The moment he touched burning flesh, Bram yanked his hands up and threw them up on his own shoulders.

"Not yet, baby. No touching. I want to take this one nice and slow." Bram suckled one crinkled nub on James' chest then released it. "Want to let it build, until every square inch of me is screaming to have you." He suckled then bit the other peaked tit.

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"Fuck you!" James moaned, then panted, bucking against Bram's leg which was rubbing seductively over his groin.

"Maybe." Bram grinned, as a flush spread like wildfire up James' chest. Bram's breath caught and shifted his grip again. "Hold on, baby. We're halfway there."

Resisting the urge to yelp, James wrapped himself around Bram and hung on. The big man rose to his feet, barely hindered by James' additional weight, sealed his mouth back over James' in a blistering, possessive kiss and covered the distance to the bedroom in no time.

Once through the door, Bram lowered James to stand, but held them together in an increasingly demanding kiss. His hands continued down James' body, sliding his remaining clothing off to the floor. Bram lifted James up again and kicked the discarded clothes aside. Pulling James' legs up around his waist, Bram walked to the bed, dropped his jeans and sat down, settling his lover in his naked lap while he toed his boots, socks and jeans off.

Wanting to help undress his impressively built lover, James tried to pull out of the kiss, but each time Bram just growled and increased his attentions, pressing them closer together. James learned to breathe around a second tongue in his throat. His cock was fully engorged and leaking, aching for some of the same lavish attention his mouth was receiving. He reached down to stroke it, but his hands were immediately pinned behind him.

Bram flopped on the bed onto his back bringing James along with him. He rolled them over pinning James' arms under them, then ended the kiss with a tug to James' bruised lower lip.

"I can see this is going to be another time when I have to teach you to listen, baby." He ducked his head and bit the cords of James' neck at his shoulder, sucking and marking the tender flesh.

"Goddamn caveman." James shivered and moaned, pulling away then pushing up into the sharp sting. "Oh, yeah, oh God, yeah."

Bram ran his hand over James' sweat-slicked skin tracing the path of the small shudders still echoing through the smaller man. As the last of the tremors died away, the big man growled and lifted them both off the bed. He swept their naked bodies into the bathroom, banging the door open with his shoulder then kicking it shut with his heel. He walked directly into the shower stall.

The shower was a huge walk-in, built into one entire end of the spacious room. It sported a deep trough, several drains, and four-foot walls on either side of the opening. The walls had double, adjustable showerheads on adjustable arms at various heights all around the large, tiled cubicle.

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There were little cubby nooks at staggered heights embedded all over the walls, each equipped with a thick metal rod handgrip. Two of the higher rods had an old-fashioned soap on a rope laced around each of them. James had wondered what these were for during his earlier shower.

Bram pressed James up against the cold tile wall between the soaps. James gasped and his cock wilted a little at the shock; gooseflesh broke out again, and he shivered. His hands clenched hard on Bram's shoulders, leaving finger-shaped marks in the heated skin.

Bram moaned and dropped his head into the crook of James' neck, burying his face and inhaling. "God, I love the way you smell, baby." He licked his way up James' neck and jaw pulling James' face down by a firm grip in his hair. He murmured over James' lips, sucking gently on one swollen lip then the other as he talked. "Love the way you taste.

Way you feel." He ran his hands up and down James' thighs, wrapped them around his waist, then slid them under his firm ass, roughly fondling the tight globes, brushing lightly over James' overly sensitive opening.

James shuddered and sighed at the teasing touch from the hot, thick fingertips.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Love the way you tremble best of all." He held James in place with his body and raised one of James' arms up the wall over their heads. Grabbing one end of the soap rope, he pulled until the soap slid up to the grab bar then looped the rope securely around James' wrist twice. Staring James in the eye, he did the same to the man's other wrist with the second soap rope.

James stared back at Bram, startled, but willing to play along. He let his eyes say so for him. Bram seemed to instinctively know just how much James could deal with in this bit of rough play they had going between them. James wasn't going to stop him now. Even if he wanted to, his cock wasn't going to let him. It stood straighter and taller and more eager with each turn of the ropes. By the time Bram was done, James was panting and straining against the bonds. He rested his head back against the cool tiles and looked up at his taller lover, thrilled and a little frightened by the wild, possessive look in Bram's chiseled face and lust-filled gaze.

Taking a savage, deep-throated kiss from his breathless lover, Bram slowly released his hold. He let James' legs slide to the floor, and he stepped back, memorizing every inch of James' lean, flushed body. His gaze lingered over several places, taking extra time at James' swollen, parted lips, the deep purple mark on his arched neck, the thin trail of dark hair that led to his hollowed stomach and slightly curved, beckoning cock.

Bram licked his lips. "Going to get to know all about you, baby,
all
about you." He turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and began directing showerheads to spray over James.

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"Going to make you so hot." Bram moved forward again and tugged on the ropes. He licked playfully over James' lips, but kept their bodies from touching. "I want to hear you scream my name again."

James' voice was husky with need. "I can do that now. Just touch me." His dark eyes pleaded, the pupils dilated with desire. He whispered back into Bram's still hovering mouth. "Please."

Still keeping his physical distance, Bram's lips brushed over James' mouth with each word he spoke. "I'm going to, baby. Eventually, when you realize you can't live without me touching you."

Warm water pulsed onto James' chest and sides. A second showerhead sprayed a teasing, fine mist over his groin. James spread his legs to let the trickling water run in rivulets down the crease of his groin and over his aching balls.

The air grew thick and heavy, clouds of moisture filling the room with a ghostly haze. A fine sheen of sweat popped out on his face and James squirmed against the rapidly warming tiles at his back. A slight tug on his arms reminded him of his helpless position and his cock sprung forward, growing and straining with each pull on the ropes.

A metal basket attached to the wall by the faucet handles was filled with an assortment of brushes, sponges and bottles of gel. Bram selected a soft, scratchy net ball and a bottle of green-tinted gel. Standing directly in front of James, he soaped up the sponge and worked the ball into a foamy lather, his intense eyes never looking away from James' face.

Starting at James' outstretched arms, Bram worked his way down the front of his lover's body, stroking and caressing every square inch of skin above the other man's waist. He concentrated on sensitive armpits and flank areas, lavishing the lean muscles and straining tendons with multiple passes of the soft, silky foam. James' nipples received extra attention, the sponge pressed more firmly against the erect nubs, swiping again and again until James was moaning and writhing.

Out of habit, James sucked in his lower lip and bit it to keep silent.

"Come on, baby, talk to me. Tell me what you need. I know you want to," Bram encouraged in a sultry whisper.

James moaned, closed his eyes, and shook his head.

"Talk to me, baby." He lightened his strokes until James was arching off the wall to maintain contact. "Talk to me. Now, baby."

All contact disappeared and James' eyes popped open. He strained against his bonds and whimpered. "More." He was rewarded with the return of the silky caress. "Yeah, yeah,
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like that. Ugh! Again. Harder. Please." Voice hoarse with need, James arched his back seeking more.