Cold crashed their lips together in a passionate kiss, their teeth clicking from the force of it. It was messy, heated, and Jimmy was crying instantly. He had wanted this for so long. Squeezing Cold’s wrists, he pressed his body into his.
Cold began to regain control, his lips now like velvet, smoothly gliding against Jimmy’s. They tasted as wonderful as Jimmy had always dreamed, moaning as Cold’s tongue seductively slipped its way into his mouth. Cold’s hands at his neck were firm, tilting Jimmy’s head to find the perfect angle as they kissed, their mouths dancing together so sweetly. A kiss had never felt this damn good, giving Cold everything he had, his body trembling.
Knees wobbling, Jimmy gasped, “Can I please... can I please touch you?”
“Yes,” Cold purred, sighing as Jimmy’s hands immediately slid up his arms and around his shoulders.
Jimmy gasped again as Cold grabbed him around his waist, lifting him up onto the desk. The keyboard and a jar of pens clattered onto the floor as he pulled Cold close, wrapping his legs around his hips. He kept kissing him, afraid to lose contact even for a moment. He kissed Cold like he was starved for it, greedily taking every taste and sensation and going in for more.
Cold’s hands were all over him and the way he dominated the kiss, the savage manner in which he just took and took was driving Jimmy absolutely wild. He wanted Cold inside him and scrambled to loosen his pants, moaning loudly.
Cold was on the same page, his hands clawing at every inch of Jimmy and sliding down his hips. There was hardly any grace between them, trying to unsnap buttons and pull away fabric, desperate to get at each other as quickly as possible.
Palming the sides of Cold’s face, Jimmy kissed him eagerly, one leg still in his pants even as he lifted his hips to yank down his briefs. Cold was going to fuck him right there on the desk, and it was going to be so damn good.
This was perfect, hot, and wait, why was the door opening?
Why was Rowena standing there with that smug look on her face, teasing, “Awww, I see you guys have made up!”
“Working on it,” Jimmy panted, smiling stupidly.
He was glad to see Rowena had cleaned herself up, makeup and hair flawless as usual, and she had both shoes on now.
Cold looked annoyed, turning his head to glare at his sister. “Need something, sis? Maybe confess to some more crimes?”
Rowena grinned slyly. “Oh, I don’t know. Let me go commit a few more, and then I’ll get back to you.” She tried peering around her brother to peek at Jimmy, giggling, “You guys are definitely working on some lovely indecent exposure charges, you know.”
Cold stared, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, giving his sister full view of his bare ass. “Is this indecent enough for you?”
“Oh, ew, gross!” Rowena squealed, laughing. “Fine! I’ll leave you alone! I just wanted to tell you everyone is here except Jules and Corman. Have fun making up!” She giggled loudly, quickly exiting and slamming the door.
Cold rolled his eyes, smirking at Jimmy. “Making up... is that what we’re doing?”
“I hope so,” Jimmy replied honestly, glancing down at Cold’s hard cock bobbing between them. He leaned forward, softly kissing Cold. “I am sorry, Rod.”
Cold flinched slightly, his hands resting on Jimmy’s thighs.
“I’m really sorry,” Jimmy said again, hoping Cold knew how much he meant it. “I’ll try to be more patient. I didn’t mean to push you so hard. I just... I need some sort of... commitment.”
Tilting his head, Cold pursed his lips in that thoughtful way of his, but said nothing.
“I’m kind of, uh, putting myself out there,” Jimmy said nervously. “Don’t leave me hanging. Please. If you don’t wanna be mine, I get it. I mean, I don’t get it, but... I need something, Rod.”
“I spent almost all of my life as property,” Cold replied quietly. “I was a thing. To be used however they wanted.” He closed his eyes as if to fight off a wave of pain, continuing firmly, “I swore that once I was free, no one would ever own me again. No one. I will never be yours because I refuse to belong to anyone except myself.”
Jimmy couldn’t help the look of despair that came over him, both for Cold’s admission of his earlier life and his adamant declaration that he would never be his. He could feel his heart breaking, his eyes already damp with fresh tears. That couldn’t be it, it just couldn’t be.
“Rod,” Jimmy pleaded softly, ready to fight, ready to beg if he had to. He sniffed, quieting down when Cold shook his head. He wasn’t done yet.
“But,” Cold said, his voice smooth and gentle, hands cradling Jimmy’s face, “what I can give you is this; one final deal. I’m offering you my loyalty, my affection, my home, and my bed. For as long as you want it.”
“And in return?” Jimmy asked softly, eyes wide and hopeful. “What do I have to do?”
“Be mine, Jimmy,” Cold replied sincerely. “Be mine always. Be loyal to me and only me. Be mine, and I promise that I will always take care of you.”
“So,” Jimmy asked coyly, “I’ll actually be a mafia boyfriend?”
Cold scoffed, rolling his eyes as he dryly replied, “Yes, Jimmy.”
