Rough [02] - Roughhousing (21 page)

He leaned his head forward against the wooden door, discomforted by the continued motion outside in the hallway. At least three separate voices carried through the door, a mix of nervous pacing and mumbled swearing. It was unnerving to know people were standing only a few feet away. If he could hear them he knew they could hear him as well. He vowed to keep his voice low, no matter what his forceful lover had in store for him.

The silence stretched on and James’ anxiety rose with each passing tick of the clock. When Bram didn't return, James called out, his voice rough and shaky, barely audible as half of the words stuck in his throat.

"What's ... what's happening? Bram?” His voice rose and panic set in at the silence.

Beside the fact Bram wouldn't leave him like this, there was no other way out of the apartment except the fire escape. He knew he hadn't been abandoned, but the thought that Bram could be standing only a few feet away watching him, stretched out and helpless, eating him up with his hungry, blue gaze, unnerved him. He shivered, his cock pulsed and hardened, growing heavy and tight.

"Bram?” He groaned, wetting his dry lips between rapid, shallow gasps. The air surrounding him suddenly seemed to shift, turning warmer beside his right leg. Anticipating a grope to his ass again, James jerked and cried out as Bram finally touched him.

"Christ! You bastard!” His hips shoved forward, plunging the shaft of his partially encased cock farther down the hot channel of Bram's mouth and throat. Startled and frustrated by it, James hissed and shook his head, trying unsuccessfully to throw off the tight band of silk from his eyes. His heart pounded painfully in his chest and he felt light-headed.

Bucking his hips, James tried to pump into the heat and suction, skating close to the edge of climax in record time, but he couldn't move. Bram's callused hands griped his hips hard, one hand scalding hot, the other curiously wet and cold, immobilizing him. Then one thick-muscled arm wrapped around James’ ass. His groin pressed into Bram's face, his cock swallowed to the root and held there.

The mental picture of what he must look like flooded James’ mind and took him to a higher plane of arousal then he thought possible without coming. He could see himself: arms tied over his head, naked, aroused, feet barely making contact with the floor, sight gone, senses reeling, held motionless in an erotic pose with his cock buried between Bram's lips, his lover feasting on him, devouring him while he hung helpless and open to Bram's every whim.

He gasped and quivered, the need to come rising again. As if on cue, Bram's mouth tightened like a vise and his tongue pressed hard at the base of James’ cock, driving back the urge.

James moaned and twisted, a dull ache in his bruised side awakening. He was aware he couldn't get away, but pulled at his restraints just to feel the cut of the fabric on his wrists and Bram's fingers digging into his flesh to still his movements. Bram was right. He enjoyed the feeling of not being able to escape, of being forced and overpowered, of being a captive to Bram's pleasure and will. Bram knew what he really needed, knew him inside and out.

A rattle and clunk by his feet that James couldn't place mingled with his pants and gasps. James nearly wrenched himself from Bram's hold when the sharp edge of something thin and cold moved up his abdomen and along his exposed ribcage. A knife? A letter opener? It left a burn along its path, but James could tell it hadn't cut his skin. It circled his nipples one at a time, and then it was pressed and held on each crinkled nub until they were red and impossibly stiff.

Just when James adjusted to the sharp chill, Bram began to suck on his cock, tonguing it and lapping at the underside of the swollen head. The wet, seductive sounds tore his focus away from the icy cold on his chest. His balls tightened and drew up, his climax boiling deep inside, teetering on the verge of spilling out. Just as his orgasm began to edge toward bursting, a sliver of icy cold popped into Bram's mouth and pressed against the base of his cock.

James grunted and jerked, all thoughts of coming slithering back behind his drawn up balls. He cried out and tugged at the bindings on his wrists, hips bucking away from the sudden burning cold. It magnified the sensations of heat from Bram's tightly sucking mouth, surrounding biting cold with sizzling waves of warmth with every stroke of his lover's tongue.

Strong, insistent hands grabbed his ass and pulled him forward, burying his cock in the tight inferno surrounding it, torturing him with sudden touches of cold here and there along his shaft. It slid over the tip only once, a burning slash of icy thrill teasing the slit until it melted away, consumed by the fire of Bram's firm, rough tongue.

James’ erection returned, his cock full and hard, his need building rapidly, pulled out of him with each new swallow and sucking stroke of Bram's lips and tongue. James squirmed and gasped as a suddenly slick fingertip rubbed at the entrance to his ass, then entered him, resting at the opening, teasing the tight ring of muscle and stretching it. The burn and pressure it caused shot bolts of pleasure straight to his cock, drawing up his balls and gifting Bram with the taste of his pre-come.

James grunted and pushed his ass down, urging the finger deeper, but his efforts went unrewarded. Bram kept the pressure firm, but didn't go past the clenching ring begging for more. Then Bram added a second fingertip.

"Fuck! You bastard. Do something!” Voice a harsh whisper, James twisted and squirmed, unable to get his feet firmly enough on the floor to force more contact. He was helpless to do more than allow Bram to pleasure him any way the big man wanted to. And that thought sent a flush of arousal through him that nearly made him come.

Cock enveloped in the wet, sucking warmth of Bram's mouth and throat, groin pressed into Bram's face by the scorching heat of the man's massive, restraining hand on his ass while his eager opening was impaled on thick, invading fingers, James’ mind whirled and his desire soared. Pleasure spiked through him and what felt like a trail of fire raced up his nervous system. He wanted to explode, but he needed more. He needed Bram inside of him.

"Fuck! Need you. Now. Want you!” His cock slid out of the tunnel of heat and the cold air of the room shocked him, but not enough to melt his need.

"Not just yet, baby. I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Want you to know who you need.” Bram licked at the head of James’ cock and James could feel it bob and dance between his spread legs with each lap of that wet tongue. He could feel the trickle of pre-come as it beaded at the slit and cascaded over the head, chilled by the air in the room.

Bram mouthed his balls, then nipped at the crease between his groin and his thigh. “Then maybe you'll understand I need you, too."

The hand on his ass disappeared and a new sensation at his asshole made James cry out and jump forward. A sliver of icy cold slid between the fingers in his opening, breaching the inner channel. It was shocking, icy cold and burning at the same time, unexpected and exotic, thrilling and scary. Bram's thick fingers pushed the blunt slice of cold deeper, filling and stretching him while making him gasp and shake, torn between uncertainty and blissful pleasure.

It was new, exciting, and oh-so erotic. His lack of sight made his focus sharper and the sensations seemed magnified to the point that James could barely experience them all. He was hot and cold, scared and thrilled, burning with a heated flush of arousal and covered in gooseflesh, shaking with excitement. He teetered on the edge of climax not knowing whether to explode with pleasure or frustration.

James nearly sobbed, the realization that Bram was the only man that could bring him here, the only one that understood him, hitting him like a punch to the gut. He felt like a long locked door inside of his chest had its lock forced open and the release of the pressure building behind the door suddenly escaped. It was amazing how clearly he could see things blindfolded. Lightheaded and disoriented, his tears flowed unheeded.

The warm mass of Bram's body shifted around his legs. James listened to the sound of movements in the hall, new, deep, male voices and Macy's soft, delicate tones. He blocked them out, subconsciously registering the presence of the police and not caring. The strained huffs of Bram's breathing dominated his senses and he concentrated on his lover, visualizing the movements by the sounds Bram made as he repositioned himself behind James.

The sound of the slip-slide of gel made his ass clench tightly in anticipation. James panted and rocked back, his body seeking out the coming penetration before his conscious thoughts registered the event. His hips were lifted and his legs knocked apart in one smooth, rough motion. A blunt, hot pressure stroked over his opening, pushing and backing off until James was ready to scream. Then suddenly, the rim of his ass was stretched. His opening was entered in one smooth, long, slow stroke until Bram was completely inside of him, the root of the man's stout cock stretching his fluttering ring so wide the burn became intense and consuming.

Bram flicked his hips and the delicious, heady burn shot directly to James’ cock. Already hugely erect, it hardened and grew so heavy James felt if he could see it, it would reach his knees. His balls tightened and drew up, their sac plastered to his perineum, hot and compact.

Bram's hand held James’ hips, immobilizing him and lifting him as Bram began lunging into him, the strokes long and hard, each one building on the last one until James was grunting and groaning with every jarring thrust. The sliver of cold had been forced deep and disappeared into the heat of his body, a lingering dot of icy thrill left buried in the center of his abdomen.

One nipple was suddenly pinched and plucked, its taut, swollen nub so aroused it burned like a hot ember from a fire. His chest filled with the resulting pleasure it caused until James thought there was no room for his heart to beat or his lungs to expand. Eager, ravenous lips settled on his neck and worked their way rapidly up the side of his throat to bite and lick at his jaw and the soft flesh behind his ear. Bram groaned into his neck and the sound made James tremble and his ass spasm.

"That's it baby, shake. Shake for me. Show me what I do to you. Show me how much you love."

James quaked and bucked, Bram's rich, deep, growling tones vibrating through his neck and down his spine. He arched and shoved back, working with the stroking thrusts of his lover, forcing more power, more depth from each one until his head was spinning, his body on fire and his orgasm spiraling out of control.

He could see their entwined bodies in his mind, rutting, sweaty and taut with need and want, his own cock heavy and full, leaking, neglected and red between his spread, naked thighs, the blindfold made from his own business tie strapped over his eyes, his wrists bound and his body stretched and restrained, locked in the powerful hands of his massive lover while his entire being was held impaled and supported by Bram's shaft.

James shuddered. The warm growl rumbled in his ear between sharp bites of his ear lobe and hip-rolling thrusts. “Love you, baby. Need you, always. Right here. Like this. Shaking and hard. Love you, Jamie."

Another deep, rough, jarring stroke and James exploded. His orgasm ripped through him, tearing away reality. He was tumbling through a churning whirlpool of heat, passion, and ecstatic bliss.

"Bram! Fuck, fuck! Bram!"

Come rocketed from his untouched cock, every continued stroke of Bram's shaft kneading his prostate, sending showers of sparks along his already sizzling nerves. The deep, building ache in his lower abdomen intensified until it finally burst. Pressure seemed to spread up his spine and shoot to the top of his head. James cried out, the need and pleasure overwhelming. It built and built until he clenched down hard and felt Bram bury his cock to the hilt in his ass.

His lover froze and a roar of passion vibrated through Bram's chest into James’ back, shaking both of them. The vibrations forced new shockwaves down James’ cock, sending more pearls of come from his slit. He felt each pulse as his body expelled his seed and his mind's eye watched it paint the door inches away.

As the last drops faded from his thoughts, James’ focus was pulled to inside his body where hot spurts of come bathed his channel and the burn and stretch of Bram's thick, exploding cock took over his senses. He imagined he could see every ribbon of thick, white come as it splashed his inner walls, marking him, its heat branding him inside and out, claiming him as Bram's, owning him completely, just the way he wanted it.

James rode the crest of the climax for what seemed like forever, until exhausted and spent he slumped into his lover's waiting arms, weight suspended between bonds of fabric and bonds of love. He barely noticed when Bram slipped out of him, or when he was lifted and his arms removed from the door hook.

He suddenly realized that the fabric, while more tangible, was only symbolic, and that the love was the stronger of the two restraints. Whatever problems they faced, James wanted to face them together with this man. Bram was his future. James was going to have some adjusting to do.

Braced up, door against his naked back and Bram flush with his front, he felt the shirt slide off his wrists. Bram rubbed his arms for a few moments, helping the circulation return. Still blindfolded, James groaned and moved his feet to find a more stable stance, reluctantly letting reality seep back into his consciousness along with the returning feeling to his limbs.

James felt fingers working the blindfold's knot at the back of his head. Quickly, before the tie could be removed, James ran his hands along the broad, hard-muscled body in front of him and found Bram's head. Pulling the big man down, he managed to lock their lips together, his mouth ravenous and needy. He poured all of the unspoken passion into the kiss, hoping Bram would understand his inability to say the words he wanted to say. It was just too much emotion for James to express. He didn't have the comfort level with revealing his inner soul that Bram did. Maybe he could learn over time. Time Bram seemed willing to give him.