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sexuality, Jamie. I didn’t think you did either."
James dropped his gaze, speaking softly. "I don’t make an issue of it." He concentrated on the intense heat building up wherever their bodies were in contact, memorizing the feeling for future fantasies.
"Me either. I don’t flaunt it anymore than Mitch harps on the fact he loves the ladies. Any ladies -- some are so ugly, I'm not even sure they are female. He’s not very discriminating."
The playful comment managed to pull a brief smile from James.
Bram rewarded him with a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. "But I’m not ashamed of who I love, anymore than Mitch is. It may mean I have to put up with a few crude comments and the occasional crass remark from some ignorant S.O.B., but I won’t live a secretive, miserable life to spare someone else’s self-righteous morals."
James snorted inelegantly. "A person would have to be insane to harass you."
Bram closed his eyes for a moment. His voice took on a distant, flat quality. "You’d be surprised just how many nuts are out there, Jamie. People who want to hurt you, for no other reason than you exist, and it has nothing to do with who you're sleeping with."
"Williams would never have bothered you." James was surprised at the amount of bitterness in his voice.
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Hovering over his lover, Bram settled his weight on James and pressed him into the soft mattress. "Let’s forget about that asshole for now." He slid his arms around James then swiftly rolled onto his back, dragging the other man up onto his body. "He’s interfering with an outstanding post-fuck cuddle."
James squirmed, rearranging himself into a more comfortable position on his new bed of warm, supple flesh. "Didn’t know cavemen were so romantic."
Twisting his head down, Bram craned his neck to see James’ expression. "A bad thing?"
Rubbing his hands over Bram’s solid ribcage, James shook his head and smiled. "Uh-uh, caveman. Good thing."
James rested his head on the broad plain of Bram’s well-developed chest. He buried his nose in the soft, V-shaped mat of hair under his cheek to breathe in the delicious musk scent that was all Bram’s own. Sweat and leather, now mixed with the heady scent of their combined sexual gratification and release. The air was rich with it. One whiff made the muscles of James’ ass flutter and his cock twitch with appreciation. Even the scratchy peel of their dried juices on his skin sent a tingle of delight through him.
How did something that usually would have him insisting on an immediate shower become a turn-on? Was it just exhaustion or the fact the scent and feel was now associated with the man who had caused the spectacular creation of the mess in the first place?
James decided it didn’t matter, really. He loved it, craved it, didn’t ever want to move from the spot where he was -- safe, warm and very well loved –- wrapped in the arms of this brutally forceful, romantic mountain of a man who satisfied desires James had only fantasized about, not all of them sexual. He was amazed at how his life had been turned around by one small, chance meeting. Amazed and grateful.
James felt heavy tendrils of sleep intruding into his thoughts. His exhausted, sore body welcomed the invitation to temporary oblivion and he relaxed more fully into Bram’s embrace.
"Jamie?" He felt Bram kiss the top of his head.
"Uh-huh?"
"Sleepy?" A large, warm hand gently ruffled his dark curls.
"Uh-huh."
"Comfortable?" Bram's voice was seductively low and honey smooth.
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"Oh, yeah."
"Happy, baby?" Another rough-skinned, heavy hand kneaded his back.
"Hmmm."
Bram snorted a low, throaty chuckle. "Sex must short circuit the speech center of your brain." His voice became playful, as well as sultry. "Overwhelmed by my amazing sexual wiles?"
"Mmmm."
"Completely under my power?" Bram asked.
"Umm." The sound was barely an audible grunt, followed closely by a light snore.
Bram continued
James dropped his gaze, speaking softly. "I don’t make an issue of it." He concentrated on the intense heat building up wherever their bodies were in contact, memorizing the feeling for future fantasies.
"Me either. I don’t flaunt it anymore than Mitch harps on the fact he loves the ladies. Any ladies -- some are so ugly, I'm not even sure they are female. He’s not very discriminating."
The playful comment managed to pull a brief smile from James.
Bram rewarded him with a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. "But I’m not ashamed of who I love, anymore than Mitch is. It may mean I have to put up with a few crude comments and the occasional crass remark from some ignorant S.O.B., but I won’t live a secretive, miserable life to spare someone else’s self-righteous morals."
James snorted inelegantly. "A person would have to be insane to harass you."
Bram closed his eyes for a moment. His voice took on a distant, flat quality. "You’d be surprised just how many nuts are out there, Jamie. People who want to hurt you, for no other reason than you exist, and it has nothing to do with who you're sleeping with."
"Williams would never have bothered you." James was surprised at the amount of bitterness in his voice.
A Bit of Rough - 61
Hovering over his lover, Bram settled his weight on James and pressed him into the soft mattress. "Let’s forget about that asshole for now." He slid his arms around James then swiftly rolled onto his back, dragging the other man up onto his body. "He’s interfering with an outstanding post-fuck cuddle."
James squirmed, rearranging himself into a more comfortable position on his new bed of warm, supple flesh. "Didn’t know cavemen were so romantic."
Twisting his head down, Bram craned his neck to see James’ expression. "A bad thing?"
Rubbing his hands over Bram’s solid ribcage, James shook his head and smiled. "Uh-uh, caveman. Good thing."
James rested his head on the broad plain of Bram’s well-developed chest. He buried his nose in the soft, V-shaped mat of hair under his cheek to breathe in the delicious musk scent that was all Bram’s own. Sweat and leather, now mixed with the heady scent of their combined sexual gratification and release. The air was rich with it. One whiff made the muscles of James’ ass flutter and his cock twitch with appreciation. Even the scratchy peel of their dried juices on his skin sent a tingle of delight through him.
How did something that usually would have him insisting on an immediate shower become a turn-on? Was it just exhaustion or the fact the scent and feel was now associated with the man who had caused the spectacular creation of the mess in the first place?
James decided it didn’t matter, really. He loved it, craved it, didn’t ever want to move from the spot where he was -- safe, warm and very well loved –- wrapped in the arms of this brutally forceful, romantic mountain of a man who satisfied desires James had only fantasized about, not all of them sexual. He was amazed at how his life had been turned around by one small, chance meeting. Amazed and grateful.
James felt heavy tendrils of sleep intruding into his thoughts. His exhausted, sore body welcomed the invitation to temporary oblivion and he relaxed more fully into Bram’s embrace.
"Jamie?" He felt Bram kiss the top of his head.
"Uh-huh?"
"Sleepy?" A large, warm hand gently ruffled his dark curls.
"Uh-huh."
"Comfortable?" Bram's voice was seductively low and honey smooth.
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"Oh, yeah."
"Happy, baby?" Another rough-skinned, heavy hand kneaded his back.
"Hmmm."
Bram snorted a low, throaty chuckle. "Sex must short circuit the speech center of your brain." His voice became playful, as well as sultry. "Overwhelmed by my amazing sexual wiles?"
"Mmmm."
"Completely under my power?" Bram asked.
"Umm." The sound was barely an audible grunt, followed closely by a light snore.
Bram continued
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