“On the first date?” Queen pretended to be aghast. “What kind of girl do you take me for?”
“The kind that don’t give a fuck what nobody else thinks,” Jules answered honestly. “The kind that might be interested in having a real good time with me.”
“Hmmm, guess we’ll never know,” Queen sighed dramatically. “Face it, Mr. Price; I’d fall asleep, and you’d fall in love.”
Jules didn’t have a response to that, finally releasing his hold and grumbling in defeat. Jimmy was starting to think it was already too late for him.
Queen stood up on her toes, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Take care of yourself, Mr. Price.”
“Bye, Doc,” Jules sighed longingly, watching her leave. He shook his head, mumbling to himself, “Damn, that’s one hell of a fuckin’ woman.”
Jimmy tried to subtly get into a more comfortable position, but the tarp didn’t allow for any silent movement.
Jules perked up when he heard Jimmy fidgeting, approaching the bedside to check on them. “You take care of him, you hear?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll be here. Crashin’ out on the couch. You need me, holler.”
“I will,” Jimmy assured him. He watched Jules lumber about and turn off all the lights, shutting the bedroom doors carefully.
Stretching out beside Cold as close as he dared, Jimmy shut his eyes and tried to rest. He listened to the soft sounds of Cold’s breathing, drifting off into a restless sleep. It was still dark outside when Cold’s touch woke him up.
“Rod? Are you okay?” Jimmy stirred, clicking on the small lamp at his bedside.
“Jimmy?” Cold’s voice was raspy, but his eyes were clear when he opened them, scanning around the room before settling back on him.
“I’m here, Rod,” Jimmy said, gently taking his hand and kissing it.
“Mmm, come here to me,” Cold commanded, his voice stronger now, reaching up to pull Jimmy into a surprisingly passionate kiss.
“Mmmph, Rod,” Jimmy mumbled, blushing all over as Cold’s tongue slid into his mouth. He tried to pull away to catch his breath, but Cold wouldn’t let him budge, kissing him even more deeply.
Cold’s grip was firm, tugging Jimmy right on top of him and sliding the robe off of his shoulders. Jimmy tried to be mindful of the large bandage on his side, but it was hard to think straight when he could feel Cold’s hot flesh pressed against his. There was absolutely nothing between them now, and Cold felt so incredibly good.
His skin was soft, his hair tickling a little when their stomachs pressed together, and Jimmy was so grateful that Cold finally trusted him enough to be this vulnerable with him. Maybe it was also because of the drugs, but Jimmy wasn’t going to let this chance pass him by.
Cold’s hands squeezed and clawed at him, checking every inch to make sure everything was right as he had left it. Jimmy kept his hands patiently pressed up beside Cold’s shoulders, not yet touching in return. He knew he needed to wait. He didn’t want to push Cold too far, not after all they had been through.
Feeling Cold’s hard cock urgently pressing against him, Jimmy was amazed Cold was able to find such passion while wounded. “Rod,” he gasped when Cold’s long fingers began parting his cheeks, sliding along his hole and back behind his balls. “You’re hurt.”
Cold growled softly in response, grabbing for Jimmy’s hand and planting it firmly on his chest. His eyes were full of need, pleading up at Jimmy as he breathed, “Touch me.”
Jimmy moaned loudly at the command, eager to comply. He pressed against Cold’s skin, dragging through the hair on his chest and savoring the scratching sound it made. He could feel the firm muscle beneath his palm and squeezed happily.
Being allowed to touch so openly, to see the faint smile curling Cold’s lips, this was absolutely heaven. He had to kiss that smile, taste him, their tongues sliding together as he continued to explore. He touched and petted and groaned when Cold’s fingers began to press inside of him.
“Rod,” he whined, “we shouldn’t...”
“Jimmy,” Cold whined back, mocking Jimmy’s concerned tone before switching to his most seductive drawl. “You’re going to ride my cock; nice and slow until I come in you, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you come, too.”
“Fuck,” Jimmy panted.
“Mmhmm,” Cold purred, nodding toward the drawer. “Get yourself ready for me.”
Jimmy leaned across him, fumbling to grab the lube. His hands were shaking as he slicked himself up and quickly fucked his fingers into himself with a grunt.
Watching his face intently, Cold ghosted a hand over his thrusting fingers, feeling what he was doing. His tongue ran over his lips, hungry but patient, purring, “Good boy.”
