Rough [02] - Roughhousing (6 page)

It was almost painful as his fears slowly ebbed away, but James relaxed muscle by tense muscle, and the panic subsided to a dull, pulsing ache under his ribs.

Gently breaking away from the long kiss, Bram pushed the sweaty strands of curls from James’ face and murmured, “That's it, baby, I'm right here, just take it slow. This time it's going to take awhile.” He locked blue eye with James, and James could see the understanding there. Bram winked and added, “We've got lots of time, because I'm not going anywhere.” He rained a spattering of soft, coaxing kisses on James’ mouth. Tone turning dark and raw, he huskily added, “And neither are you."

Before James could reply, Bram pulled him down and claimed his mouth again. James’ body answered for him. He melted into Bram's embrace, his breath stolen, and his pulse pounding in his veins instead of pounding through his head. He didn't realize they were rolling over again until the cool sheets hit his back and part of Bram's body settled comfortably over him.

Bram's lips released him from the deep, passionate kiss only to pepper his face and eyelids with more soft, tiny kisses, the sensation like warm raindrops on his skin. One of Bram's hands carded through James’ sweaty hair, the repetitive motion loving and calming. Bram worked one knee between James’ legs and James willingly opened for Bram, eager to bring them into closer contact any way he could.

A rough textured palm petted down James’ side, kneading and rubbing circles over his heated flesh, calming his mind and inflaming his desire.

James gripped Bram's broad shoulders, sliding one hand up to tangle in the man's thick, honey-blond hair. The soft, silky strands flowed through his fingers like sand while the heat from Bram's scalp radiated gentle warmth into James’ shaking palm.

The faint but rich scent of soap mixed with Bram's own earthy smell teased James’ nose. He inhaled deeply, his body responding to the familiar, sexy scent that was only evident when they were wrapped around each other, making it intimate and alluring to James, like an expensive cologne. He felt his cock swell and his balls tighten, his body hungering for more.

Running one hand down Bram's chest, James let his fingers follow the sweeping curves of the man's sculptured muscles to the waist then retrace their steps to pluck at one taut, peaked nipple. A gasp of surprise escaped Bram, his warm, slightly Scotch-tinged breath wafting over James’ face between light kisses. James smiled at the response and did it again, delighting in the way Bram's hands tightened on his flesh, gripping his hips and weighing him down. Desire flaring, pushed on by a new wave of panic, James spread his legs wider, drawing one knee up to coax Bram's thigh against his scrotum. He rubbed his hips against Bram's firm, stiff cock and wormed his hand down between them to grab the beckoning rod. James’ hand was pulled off the moment it made contact.

With James’ wrist in one hand, Bram took James’ face in the other hand and forced him to lie still. James blinked several times to help clear his jumbled thoughts and emotions then focused on Bram's patiently waiting face.

Stare riveted to Bram's loving gaze, James relaxed. His wrist was slowly brought up and pressed onto the mattress beside his head. Bram smiled and James’ chest tightened at the sight of the lopsided, seductive expression he had come to love seeing on his partner's handsome face.

"This time is going to be slow and gentle, Jamie. Slow and gentle and all for you.” Bram lightly kissed the side of James’ neck. Leaving a trail of wet, red lip marks, Bram worked his way over James’ throat and up the other side, snagging an earlobe and nipping it at the end of his quest. He blew a stream of warm air on the moist lobe and murmured in James’ ear. “Not going anywhere without you, Jamie. We're together in this.” Raining a leisurely mix of kisses, nips, and licks on James’ skin, Bram worked his way down the front of James’ chest.

James squirmed and gasped as each new sensation buzzed along his nerves. By the time Bram began exploring his navel, he was gasping out loud, fingers of one hand working through the big man's hair and clutching wordlessly at those rippled upper arms and muscular shoulders. Each time Bram darted that tongue into the sensitive opening or sucked a the edges of the inward curve of his belly, James felt the pucker of his ass clench and quiver as if the two were connected by some newly discovered nerve ending. The heat of his lover's hands felt like branding irons on his goose-flesh peppered skin.

The feeling he had been sucked into a wild, surreal fantasy unexpectedly swept through him and he was suddenly insanely glad that Bram's hands never left his body. The heavy hand still holding his wrist was like an anchor in the swirling chaos of his emotions. Those familiar, strong hands were stroking, teasing, holding him in place, grounding him in the real world, reassuring him that this was true, this was real, this was his life and his lover. He was part of a lasting relationship and it had a real, solid future.

A molten hot sleeve of wetness unexpectedly engulfed his straining cock and James shuddered and groaned, his voice loud and foreign to his own ears. All at once, the cold wave of terror pounding relentlessly in his chest evaporated and his mind shifted all of its focus to the paralyzing ecstasy of Bram's skilled lips and tongue.

The lingering terror and chaos fled, replaced by a burst of passion and need so powerful James felt like he had been exposed to a flash fire. His skin tingled and his muscles tensed, shivers of want racing down every fiber of his being until they all joined at the base of his shaft and erupted in a nearly painful climax. And through it all, his lover worked him patiently, lovingly, thoroughly, concentrating solely on James and taking everything James had to offer.

Finally relaxing into Bram's possessive hold, James tried to catch his breath, but Bram gently, persistently, continued to lap at the soft skin of his spent cock until James was panting and arching up into the delicious hold on his re-wakening shaft. Once James was fully hard again, Bram pulled off and gazed up over the heaving contours of James’ torso.

"Love the way you taste.” Bram nuzzled the crease of James’ groin and ran his beard stubble over the thin strip of pale flesh. “Skin, come, your mouth. Even your ass.” His pale blue gaze was intense and his voice roughened with bare emotion when he added, “Love
you
."

Swallowing the sudden tightness in his throat, James hissed and arched his hips up to meet the coarse caress, sighing when Bram soothed the slight burn with a long, swirling lick of his tongue. His own watery gaze met the fierce, affectionate glare, feeling slightly unfocused. The ache was back in his chest, but this time it felt different, more comforting and right, as if his heart was assuring him it was part of this wild, passionate relationship as much as his body was.

"You sure?” James’ voice cracked, and he had to blink several times to clear away the haze distorting the sight of his lover's earnest face. Hard fingers squeezed his trapped wrist and bruised the flesh of one of his ass cheeks.

"More than I'd thought possible, Jamie.” In a slow, predatory crawl, Bram eased up James’ body. Eyes locked on James', he came in close enough to brush his lips over James’ open mouth and murmured, “Just have to convince you of it now."

His voracious lover dove down and claimed James’ lips in a kiss so long, slow, and thorough, even the mattress under them seemed to melt from the force of it. By the time it ended, James felt as if a swirling tornado named Abraham had sucked him up into its wildly swirling energy and carried him off into a new dimension where all that mattered was the powerful man's skilled touch and the raging storm of passion and need it created in James’ body and mind. James did what any reasonable man would do and surrendered to the force of nature now claiming his soul.

* * * *

"Going to make this last, baby, last a real long time.” Bram eased the head of his cock into James’ tight hole, steeling himself against the delicious sensations teasing the broad, smooth tip. Only past the flared rim of the bulb, he held both himself and James still as his lover's stretched muscles clenched and unclenched around his thick shaft. Every squeeze was like a hot, wet caress and Bram had to concentrate to keep from plunging in deeper to find more of the heavenly touch.

James lay beneath him, pert, little ass angled toward him on a firm pillow, dark blue eyes half-lidded and unfocused, swollen mouth parted and panting, a please-fuck-me cadence to his rapid breaths and the restless, skittish movements of his head and hands. His dark curls were tangled and tossed, haloing his flushed face and contrasting sharply with the pale green of the pillowcase under his head. His slender torso was even more flushed with color than his cheeks. James’ nipples chose this moment to flare and harden under his gaze, making Bram groan out loud.

James was the picture of debauched innocence to Bram—young, needy, pure and wanton all at once. Running his hands over James’ abdomen and chest, Bram didn't think he would ever get tired of loving this hesitant but responsive man. He was willing to take his entire lifetime to find out.

Balanced on his knees between James’ wide spread, quivering thighs, Bram eased out of his lover's body slightly then inched back in, savoring the velvety, sliding sensation in the slippery channel. He gradually stopped petting his lover, leaving one massive, square hand splayed on James’ lower abdomen, both to keep James still and to reassure his lover.

Starting from the moment they left for the dinner party, Bram had watched James’ insecurities bubble up one by one from the shallow closet where most of them stayed hidden. He had watched and waited, looking for the moment when they all came to a head and James began to break under the strain of their weight. Bram recognized the uncharacteristic frenzy James had displayed earlier. Bram saw the desire, the absolute need in James’ eyes for Bram to claim him, mark him, to reaffirm their love was real and solid. He knew where the sudden panic and fear had come from, and he knew he was the only one who could convince his lover what they were meant to be forever.

He understood why James had tried to initiate a session of rough sex, needing the power, strength, and domination the familiar scene created. It usually catered to both of their basic needs, but tonight Bram wanted to take James to a new place, a place where seduction and slow, gentle lovemaking would burn the truth right past all the gates and walls surrounding James’ hammering heart. Tonight, Bram was going to claim James right down to his curled, slender toes.

A shaky gasp escaped James, and Bram eased in another half inch, delighting in the way James arched his neck and clenched his eyes at the tiny invasion. James tossed his head from side to side on the pillow, fists digging deeper into the sheets bunched under his fingers.

"That's it, baby. Let me in. Feel every inch of my cock as it slides up that hot ass of yours.” Bram slowly pushed in again and pulled back out an equal distance, barely a third of the way into James. Sweat beaded on his back and ran down between his shoulder blades, his muscles taut, held under an iron control. This was going to last as long as James could stand it. And then maybe a little longer, if Bram could stand it. His hand kneaded the quivering muscles of James’ abdomen, fine shudders transmitting up through his palm.

James groaned, his mouth working as he tried unsuccessfully to buck his hips up for more. Bram pressed down firmly on James’ slim torso and the movement abated, but the groan became a whimper of protest.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to give you want you need.” His free hand tugged at the tight sac below James’ cock, making the curved, hard shaft bob and dance, the tip slapping gently against James’ own creased belly. “Always what my baby needs."

With a final tug on the wrinkled sac, he ghosted his hand up James’ ribcage and plucked lightly at the hardened, dusky nubs beckoning to him. Rubbing one firmly between his finger and thumb, Bram worked it until it was hot and swollen, then moved on to the other and gave it the same attention, all the while slowly sliding in and out of James in a maddeningly measured rhythm that kept James’ fists balled and breathing mere whimpered pants.

His cock buried itself another inch, sliding firmly over the small, peanut-sized gland deep inside James. Bram lowered his stance slightly, shifting his angle of penetration, and slowly bumped over the nub with each stroke.

James’ eyelids popped open and he locked a dazed but heated stare on Bram. Swallowing hard, barely able to lick at his dry lips, James’ gaze was a mix of lust, need, unease, and trust that touched Bram's heart. Bram hardened his quivering resolve and continued his slow, sensual claiming of his mate.

"You're all mine, Jamie. Mine forever. Mine to take, mine to keep.” He pinched a burning nipple and thumbed the rim of James’ belly button with his other hand. Swaying his hips in a circular motion, Bram teased James’ prostate with the head of his cock, choking back a gasp when the tight rim of James’ asshole fluttered and clenched his length like a vise. James bucked his hips reflexively and this time Bram let him gain some ground, sliding in just a tiny bit deeper.

Leaning down, Bram settled over James, taking most of his weight on his forearms planted on each side of his lover. He licked the bead of sweat off James’ neck and nuzzled his way up to the ear buried under strands of dark hair and growled, “Mine."

His voice held a strained, animal quality to it that made Bram blink. James shuddered under him, either at the possessive tone or the word, and Bram took the advantage, rumbling into the curve of James’ neck. “Can you feel me, baby? Feel my big, fat cock squeezing into your tight, little ass? Huh? Can you feel my blood pounding in it? Feel the way it grows just from the thought of you?"

Bram flexed his ridged abdominal muscles and his cock arched and thumped against the walls of James’ innermost reaches. James hissed and whimpered, biting the flesh of his lower lip in what looked like an attempt not to scream.

"You make me hard and so hot, baby. So hot.” Bram nipped the soft flesh of James’ neck and began kissing his way up to James’ mouth between each carefully chosen word, words meant to excite, claim, and reassure his lover. “Hot. Raging hot. With your sexy eyes and spread legs.” He reached down and pulled James’ thighs up to wrap around his waist, his cock finally fully seated deep inside.