Rough [01] - A Bit of Rough (6 page)

"Jamie, you don't have to. I can wait."

"'Having to' has nothing to do with this." James stepped out of his own soiled pants and boxers, then pulled at Bram's.

Bram lifted his hips off the couch and helped slip the clothing down until it pooled on the floor at his ankles. He toed off his shoes and kicked his pants aside, then relaxed back onto the cushions and seductively spread his legs, pulling up his shirt tails to expose himself. He arched his pelvis up, displaying his engorged shaft.

James slid his hands along the planes of Bram's muscular thighs, kneading the warm, hairy flesh, and studied his objective. The head of Bram's penis was shiny with pre-come, a bead of white resting in the valley of its slit. It sat high enough in the air James would have to kneel up completely to take it into his mouth. The shaft was ridged and lined with bulging veins. He could see a pulse hammering just under the lip of the head. It was thick enough James doubted he could swallow it. The head was a deep red, the entire rod enflamed and engorged, vibrating with a need so great it actually swayed to-and-fro, like a hand beckoning James nearer.

Resisting the tempting call, James ran his fingers down the creases where Bram's thighs met his groin, lightly teasing the coarse hairs and sensitive tissue. He worked one hand into the dense pelt of light brown hair surrounding the base of Bram's cock, exploring and rubbing until his fingers wrapped around the stiff base.

James ran his thumb up the underside of the tense organ and whispered, "God, Bram, you're beautiful."

A sudden gasp from above drew James' gaze upward and he locked on his lover's face, taking pride in the flush now highlighting Bram's tanned cheeks.

Bram panted then moaned, "Never heard that before. Most just bitch about the size."

"No bitching here. We proved it's a perfect fit for me last night." James had moved closer so each word sent a puff of hot breath over the moist, straining cock head. The big man moaned and arched up. James let the tip rub over his face, but refused to allow it entrance into his mouth.

James' other hand wormed beneath the full, tight sac nestled between Bram's thighs and began rolling it between his palm and fingers. Hands gripped his head and massaged his scalp. The grip was firm, but it didn't pull or shove. James let the warm, coarse palms act as his guide in gauging his new lover's needs.

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Dipping his head lower, James nudged Bram's thighs with his chin. The other man slid farther down the cushion and opened his legs wider. James took part of the sac into his mouth, sucking and licking the tightly wrinkled pouch until Bram's ragged panting had turned into one continuous, deep moan.

Releasing the sac, he licked under it, scouring the sensitive strip of ridged flesh leading to Bram's back entrance with his tongue. Just before he reached the puckered hole, James retreated, licking and biting his way back to the base of Bram's quivering cock. James knelt up and brought the thick shaft toward his lips, wanting to taste the droplets of fluid stringing from its opening.

Suddenly hesitant, he looked up to see Bram devouring his every move. "I . . . are you . . .

I don't have any . .." James bit his lip. "I'm sorry. I . . ."

"In my pants pocket. I'm clean, but I know you can't be sure. I just hope you don't mind the taste of latex." Bram dropped his arms to his chest and closed his eyes, panting softly.

James dug through the pile of clothes on the floor and found a roll of condoms, twelve in all. He laughed, pulled one off the roll and tossed the remaining eleven on Bram's chest, startling him.

"Big plans for tonight, lover?" Ripping open the packet, James smoothed the thin sleeve down the length of Bram, working the tight fit over the ridges and bumps until he ran out of condom. "How long was this date going to last?"

Bram plucked the foil wrappers off his sweaty chest and tossed them to one side, panting heavily at the renewed attention to his cock. "Through dinner. And dessert. A midnight snack, if I pace it right. Then breakfast, if I'm lucky."

James looked up to catch that seductive, lopsided grin of Bram's. It made him squirm. He gave Bram a half-lidded, sultry look from under his eyelashes and reached down to give his own renewed erection a few lazy strokes. "Maybe you didn't pack enough."

Bram reached down and pulled James up between his outstretched legs to deliver a possessive, blistering kiss that only ended when James moaned. Bram whispered into James' gasping mouth, "Let's find out." Bram pulled his own shirt free and tossed it aside.

James ducked down to take one of Bram's nipples into his mouth. He sucked and rolled the dusky nub until it peaked and blossomed to full life. He worried it with his teeth, tugging and nipping until he could feel the heat radiating from the abused flesh. Then he did the same to the other nipple, his hands soothing and stroking every part of the hard-muscled torso he could reach. He licked his way down the broad chest, following the trail of darkening hairs to bury his face in the mat of fur at the base of Bram's cock.

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"Look at me, Jamie. Don't stop looking at me." The deep, commanding voice sent a shiver down his spine and a bead of pre-come out of his slit.

Glancing up, James locked stares with Bram, thrilled by the way the other man's breathing sped up and his color deepened. Inserting two fingers in his mouth, James lavished them with spit, polishing them with his tongue, putting on a show for his riveted audience of one. He moved them from his mouth to slide them under Bram's balls, massaging the puckered entrance to his ass. He pushed the tips of his fingers into the hole and stopped, held captive by the tight, resisting band of muscle guarding the passageway.

Leaning forward, James dragged his tongue up from the root of Bram's rod to the deeply ridged underside of the head. Gaze never breaking from Bram's, James lowered his lips over the head and sucked it into his mouth. When Bram bucked and gasped, a thrill went through James, ending at his own leaking rod. James tongued at the underside of Bram's cock head and licked roughly with the flat of his tongue over the pulsing vein under the tip.

Unable to take the wide shaft down his throat, James relied on suction and swallowing to provide stimulation. Sucking hard, he used Bram's own trick of swishing and swirling saliva over the heated bulb.

When Bram's breathing began to falter in its rhythm and the sac resting on his palm contracted, James slid his fingertips farther up Bram's ass, scissoring them wide. He stroked and plunged in combination with the fierce sucking action, pressing his thumb into the skin under the sac, massaging the tissue surrounding Bram's prostate from the outside. His other hand wrapped around Bram's rod, milking, twisting and caressing its length in a measured rhythm.

James' heart was pounding and his breath came in shallow puffs through his nose.

Untouched, his own cock ached, but the raw, animal look of need and desire on Bram's face made James forget about himself and renew his effects to please his lover. He sucked hard, taking the bloated tip to the back of his throat, swallowing around it, using his throat to caress the sensitive end through the protective covering.

James felt Bram's ass contract around his fingers and hands suddenly tangled in his hair.

His lover bucked up, slamming into the roof of James' mouth. Bram's limbs spasmed as his orgasm hit and one hairy, stout leg shoved between James' thighs, the coarse, fine hairs skating roughly over James' cock, setting fire to his own blinding climax. James humped helplessly against Bram, all the while sucking and licking at the rod in his mouth. His eyes savored every contortion and lustful grimace that crossed his lover's face, his own gaze mesmerized by Bram's commanding, intense, blue eyes.

With a guttural roar that shook the ceiling, the big man exploded into the sleeve with a force and volume that left his ejaculate dripping from under the condom's edges. Bram collapsed onto the cushion and lay there panting, still staring into James' face.

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James slumped against the come-covered leg between his thighs and let Bram's only slightly diminishing cock ease from his mouth.

Swollen and raw, his lips felt bloated and too large for his face. James closed his eyes, blocking out his partner's scrutiny, suddenly feeling exposed and unsure. He licked at his lips to soothe them, finding old cracks and new ones in the sensitive tissue.

Gasping at the suddenness of the move, James found himself gathered up into a rough embrace, held against a sweat-covered chest, his mouth plundered like a fallen city under Hun attack.

Bram's lips were demanding, but gentle, reminding James this wasn't a quick servicing of some stranger's needs. This was real, intimate, the start of a relationship already past the one-nightstand test.

James relaxed into the kiss, savoring the gentle way Bram explored the bruised contours of his mouth and lips.

When his partner released him, James leaned back on his heels and surveyed the damages, his throat too tight with emotion to comment.

Bram lifted his leg out from between James' and gazed down at the drying streaks of white on his calf. He held the leg up so James could see what he was talking about and smiled playfully down at his flustered lover. "Jamie, you dog, you!"

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Chapter Three

The restaurant was busy, filled with Saturday night patrons. There was a spattering of families with children present but the majority of the diners were couples.

A short, swarthy man in a dark suit rushed toward them as Bram and James entered.

"Mr. Lord! How wonderful to see you. Mrs. Giovanni and I were beginning to wonder if everything was well with you. It has been weeks since you were last here, weeks!"

Giovanni shook Bram's hand, clasping the big man's wrist and pumping his arm hard.

Bram grinned down at his energetic, rotund host. "Been busy with a new contract, Vito.

Living on fast food and candy bars."

Vito gasped. "We will not mention that to Mrs. Giovanni or neither of us will hear the end of it for months. I'm just glad to see you back." Vito smiled at James, standing silent at Bram's side. "A special occasion tonight, maybe?"

"Someone special." Bram rested his arm around James' shoulders and gave him the lopsided smile that never failed to touch a flame to James' libido. "Vito Giovanni, meet James Justin. I wanted the best for him, so I brought him to 'Via Emilia' and Mrs.

Giovanni's manicotti."

James shook the man's hand, surprised at the powerful grip in the stubby fingers. "Hi.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Giovanni."

"Vito, please! You are welcome in my humble restaurant anytime, Mr. Justin." Vito began walking toward the back of the restaurant, gesturing for the two men to follow him. "Come, come. I will have to get Mrs. Giovanni. She will want to know you have finally reappeared in one piece."

Bram leaned down and whispered conspiratorially in Vito's ear. "I actually had a dream about her sauce last night." He leaned a bit closer. "Sauce everywhere. Very messy, but satisfying."

Vito jumped back and roared with laughter. His eyes darted back and forth between Bram's unabashed grin and James' embarrassed blush. "We will not tell her that either. It will be our little secret, yes? Just between the men."

"I think that's wise, Vito. Save us both from some bodily harm." Bram smiled at James.

He walked closer, and brushed hand over James' hip as they came to a halt in front of a U-shaped booth.

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Without comment, Vito shoved the table to one side to create a bigger opening for Bram's large frame. Bram nudged James onto the curved bench seat, then slid in close beside him.

Vito snapped his fingers and a waiter appeared from nearby. He turned back to speak to Bram. "Your usual or would you like the menu for Mr. Justin?"

"You know what I like, Vito. Make my dream come true." Both men chuckled then Bram touched James' knee under the table. "How about you, Jamie?" Expectant, Vito and Bram both looked at James.

The warmth from Bram's hand seeped into his leg and distracted him. James felt his heart rate quicken and he had to resist the urge to squirm. It was nice being in a place where the fact he was on a date with another man wasn't an issue, but all the personal attention was unnerving.

Biting his lower lip, James considered his options. "Well, I like just about anything. Bram trusts you. What do you recommend, Vito?"

He had apparently hit upon the right answer. Vito beamed and clapped his hands. "I have just the thing. A special dish. You will think you have died and gone to heaven. Be patient."

Vito addressed the waiter. "A bottle of our best red. You know the one, Angelo." The young man scurried off and Vito excused himself. "Now I must see to things." He bowed and hurried away, leaving the two alone.

James leaned back into the deep leather of the booth, feeling its butter-smooth texture beneath him. Bram's hand still rested on his knee. It felt good, a gentle reminder he wasn't alone, possessive, but not too much. James liked this mountain of a man more and more with each passing hour.

Darting a quick look around the room to see who was watching them, James was relieved when all he got was a shy smile from a young woman who happened to look up from her plate at the same moment. He placed a hand over Bram's on his knee and felt his fingers instantly laced between Bram's longer ones.

"How do you like the place? I usually eat here a lot. The food is fabulous and atmosphere is homey. Vito and his wife are terrific hosts. They always make me feel welcome, like one of the family." A passing waitress smiled and said a bright, "Good evening, Mr.

Lord." Bram nodded and smiled at her.

"I think it's a great place." James watched the innocent exchange between Bram and the woman. Her glance lingered and James was surprised when a jolt of jealousy rippled through him. "Friendly." James frowned at the waitress. "Very friendly."

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