Rough [01] - A Bit of Rough (21 page)

James worked his way up each of Bram's arms, massaging each palm and finger in turn, then worked his way back down Bram's spine. He kneaded and prodded the hard flesh of the man's neck and shoulders until the flesh was hot and pliant under his hands. Bram let a nearly constant hum of approval show his appreciation.

James lifted off Bram's ass and slid down between the man's spread legs to his feet. He massaged and stroked, loosening Bram's muscles from his toes up. He paid homage to sensitive arches, around rough heels and strong ankles to knead thickly corded calf muscles and stout, iron-hard thighs.

Finally, James moved up between Bram's knees to cup and caress the twin globes of his rounded, taut butt, massaging and stroking the muscular area with firm hands. His thumbs snaked along the deep crease with each pass, invading deeper and deeper until they brushed across the dark, furry opening to Bram's body.

Both men gleamed in the soft fading light of the afternoon. James wore a fine sheen of sweat. The candle began to throw gray shadows around the bed, intensifying the visual effects of the oil on Bram's golden skin.

James' cock was hard and leaking. Sometime during the massaging of his ass, Bram had shifted his growing cock to point down between his spread legs. James could see the dusky head under and extending past Bram's large, tight sac.

James crawled up Bram's back and settled his body over Bram's back. He nuzzled the man's honey blond hair with his whole face, inhaling the rich scent of leather and sweat that was his lover's own. Finding the tip of one earlobe, he mouthed it, sucking and nibbling a moment before panting hot air into the now wet outer shell and whispering a new command.

"Turn over. I want to finish you."

The body under him went from lax and pliant to taut and lithe in a millisecond. Bram turned in one smooth motion, carrying James with him. He turned the smaller man as he spun so they ended up lying chest-to-chest, with James still on top and Bram flat on his back.

Gasping, the sheer power of the man shot through James, riding on a sizzling rail of excitement and sexual energy that ripped down his spine and ignited the embers of fire already smoldering in his groin. Bram was an amazing powerhouse. His strength was raw
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and primal, contained and governed by the big man's deep sense of moral responsibility and solid sense of right and wrong.

Bright, lustful eyes stared up at James. Bram held him around the waist and the big man slowly dragged James' torso down his own until their cocks nudged each other. James watched Bram's pupils dilate with fierce arousal then mute as tenderness invaded the stare. James' love for Bram rooted itself deeper into his heart at that moment.

"Hang onto that thought, caveman," James panted and reluctantly slid off to kneel between Bram's spreading thighs, trying to ignore what Bram's deep, unhappy growl did to his straining cock. "I'm not done with you yet."

He tore his gaze away from Bram's seductive, hungry stare and reclaimed his fallen bottle of oil. The big man purred and stretched under his freshly oiled hands and watched James' every move from half-lidded, dilated and hungry eyes.

James was delighted to find the massage turned his dirty talking, aggressive, hugely satisfying lover into a sensuous, rippling animal that responded in mostly raw animal sounds and impressive, lithe, cat-like moves. Variety was going to be the spice of their lives for a long time to come.

Starting at the tips of Bram's long toes, James stroked and massaged his way up to the man's hips, rubbing past the swaying cock jutting proudly and insistently in the air. He worked oil into each bulging thigh, paying attention to the crease between groin and leg, but never moving onto the thick mound of pubic muscle over Bram's pelvis. He straddled Bram's thighs, forcing them together, then slowly worked his way up the man's solid lower abdomen to his impressive six pack abs. James worked each rib, tracing its curve around the side and coming back on the next higher bone.

Careful to avoid anything but the smallest of contact with their erections, James settled his crotch over Bram's waist and pressed his knees to the man's body, capturing him in their grip. He worked up each arm, adding light kisses to the insides of the elbows and underarms, inhaling the man's scent along the way. Bram had once again turned pliant and James had to work at raising the heavy limbs.

Registering the gradual increases in Bram's breathing by the slightly labored sounds and the rhythm of the chest heaving under his spread legs, James finally felt his own cravings were under control enough to lock stares with Bram again.

The moment their gazes met, Bram's face flushed a deeper shade and his eyes turned almost black. The growl that shook his chest vibrated through James' groin and made his cock jerk and harden until it ached. Bram's lips twisted and he opened his mouth to pant.

His nostrils flared and his hips began to buck in tiny, involuntary jerks.

James took his cue and slid off Bram's body before the choice was taken from him. He quickly licked a trail down Bram's chest, abdomen and groin then moved between Bram's
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legs, both of his oiled hands latching onto the thick purple cock begging for attention. He rubbed his face over the shaft and head, letting the stiff rod slap his face.

Bram's hands shot to the top of the bed and latched onto the headboard in a white-knuckled grip, chest heaving, nipples turning a dusky rose and peaking into firm nubs atop glistening, hard pads of muscle. The moan was gratifying for James to hear and it increased his desire to please his lover.

Placing one hand at the root of Bram's wide cock and the other directly above it, James squeezed and twisted first one direction and then the other, raining open-mouthed, wet kisses to the leaking tip. Feeling the shaft harden and grow in his hands, James took the head into his mouth and worked his tongue around the sensitive edge. Bram's hips bucked at the contact, forcing James to use his arms to press the big man back down to the mattress.

Adding suction to the tonguing action pulled a long, agonized groan from his lover and James renewed his efforts. He varied his rhythm for several minutes, then settled into a firm stroking motion with both hands. Drawing the engorged head in just past his lips, James lapped at the surface with the flat of his tongue, sucking in a rapid pattern of tiny movements that stimulated the underside of the bulb as well as the tip. He felt the shaft thicken and grow impossibly harder just before the muscles under his grip began to pulsate.

Bram let out a roar that sent shivers through James as he pumped threads of thick, salty come into James' eager mouth.

Looking up from under his lashes as he sucked, James devoured the sight of Bram's oiled body arching and tensing in the throes of a blinding orgasm. Every muscle on Bram's frame bulged and rippled in time to his spurting cock, the convulsing of his gorgeous body like an exotic dance of primal lust. James matched his sucking and swallowing to the beat and rode out the fierce tide of heat and come.

The heavy wooden headboard thumped against the wall as Bram gave one more explosive growl and emptied the last of his juices onto James' tongue. Licking the final droplets out of the slit, James eased the softening cock out of his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips. Head slightly bowed, he looked up at his gasping lover and slowly crawled up Bram's body, allowing the tip of his cock to graze up Bram's flesh as he moved to sit on the big man's chest. James' own erection was bobbing tall and proud, eagerly seeking out contact. His voice was raspy and low, husky with need.

"Watch me come for you, Bram. Just for you."

Palming the dusky shaft, James locked his gaze with Bram's still hungry stare and began jerking off, playing to a private audience of one. James grunted and moaned, knowing it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. His eyes slid partly shut at the sharp
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sensations his over-stimulated cock was experiencing and he barely registered when Bram's arms moved down and warm hands slid up his thighs.

"Come here, baby."

A firm tugging on his hips forced James to open his eyes again. Bram had pulled a pillow under his head and it made the candlelight sparkle in the blue pools of his eyes. James felt like the man's gaze was pulling him forward. He shook his head and continued to work his aching cock, determined to make this time all for Bram.

"No hands, remember? Want this to be just for you." James panted and squirmed, increasing his rhythm, thumbing the tip of his cock to bring himself off faster.

"I said,
come here
!" A raw, guttural sound rumbled out of Bram's throat and James was yanked forward. His chest collided with the headboard and he had to grab onto its top edge to keep his face from making contact with the carved wooden surface. His knees landed on either side of Bram's head, his hips locked in a bruising grip that promised to leave finger marks for days to come.

Before James could utter a sound in protest, Bram swallowed down his cock, deep throating him in one swift action that took James' stuttered breath away. James pressed his face into the headboard and cried out as Bram pressed the flat surface of his hot, wet tongue against the underside of his near-to-bursting cock and wiggled the slippery muscle. The strong, blunt fingers on his flanks rubbed deep into his flesh and James felt his pelvis become more congested as blood pounded into his lower regions.

Taking a deep breath, James was shocked into holding it when Bram swallowed again, milking the length of his rod with tight throat muscles.

Looking down, James saw Bram's face flush with his groin and he grew lightheaded with lust. Bram's lips massaged the base of James' cock, taking him in all the way until they were buried in the sparse hair surrounding it. Bram added a twist of his neck and suction, and the breath James had been holding escaped as a scream. He exploded down the big man's throat, pulsing and pounding against the immobilizing hold on his hips. James'

awareness faded in and out as the last of his come was swallowed down.

James felt his pliant body gently manhandled to a prone position and a familiar scent invaded his mind. Eyes closed, he nuzzled the skin beneath him and felt a prickly five o'clock shadow rasp against his cheek. Strong hands soothed over his back and sides.

Eventually, the sensation of a sheet floated down over his back and he slowly raised his head to meet Bram's amused, content expression.

"Hey, baby. Nice massage. You can work the tension out of me anytime you want."

Bram's lopsided smile and rugged good looks were especially nice by candlelight.

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James' voice was weak and raspy. "You don't play fair. I said no hands." He dropped his head and buried his face in Bram's hair.

Bram chuckled and pulled James closer, kissing his forehead lightly. "All's fair in love and war, baby. And this is definitely love."

Grunting a monosyllable that could have been either agreement or argument, James let exhaustion take hold and he drifted off, enjoying the warmth and closeness of his lover's embrace, knowing the deeply rooted feeling of completion he had was more than just a physical bond now.

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Chapter Twelve

The morning sunlight filtered through James' office window and reflected off the sleek golden statue sitting on the middle of his desk, grabbing James’ attention.

It was a gift, a token of affection from Bram, found on his trip to Chicago. It depicted a small, lean cheetah intertwined with a large, thick-muscled lion, illustrating a scene from an ancient Chinese myth representing two differing, but compatible, personalities in male intimates.

Bram had reassured James the cheetah fit his personality perfectly, with his own dominant strengths embodied by the lion.

James had spent the afternoon lingering over memories of sleeping curled comfortably next to Bram and gazing at the small statue. He was lost in thought again when his phone buzzed, making him jump. Flustered, he stumbled over his greeting and hurriedly acknowledged his boss's secretary's request to go to Dunn's office.

It took him exactly two minutes to arrive at Dunn's door, suit coat on and tie straight. He ran a hand through his unruly curls, wishing he had packed a bag to leave at Bram's before this so he would have the kind of hair care products his fine curls responded to best. Bram didn't appear to use baby shampoo and James had been too embarrassed to ask. He'd settled for flyaway hair instead.

On his arrival, Dunn's secretary smiled and nodded at the partially open door, never breaking away from her phone conversation. James took the cue and entered.

Placing a framed picture he had been looking at down on his desktop, Dunn rose from behind his gleaming mahogany desk. He had a smile on his face and his hand out stretched in greeting.

"Good morning, James." Dunn shook James' hand then motioned toward one of two chairs in front of his desk. "Please, sit down."

"Thank you, Mr. Dunn." James sat and was surprised when Dunn took the chair next to him instead of returning to the seat behind his desk.

Philip Dunn, a tall, graying, trim-figured man in his mid-fifties, was one of the original founders of Dunn & Piper. His lifelong friend and partner, Michael Piper, had passed away ten years ago. Dunn, along with the political and financial influence his wife had, had managed to continue nurturing the small company into one of the city's most successful architectural firms.

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James knew it was a credit to his talent to be part of the firm. His job was very important to him. Before Bram, it was all he had.

Fidgeting slightly, James resettled on the chair and looked expectantly at his boss.

Dunn draped an arm casually over the arm of the chair and relaxed back into the cushions. "I'm sure you probably know why I called you in here, James."

Eyes wide, James darted his gaze around the room looking for a clue for the summons.