Jimmy beamed at the praise, his head tipping back as he opened himself up. He moaned quietly when he hit the right angle to make his legs shake.
“Just wait until I’m all healed up,” Cold taunted. “I’ll take you apart myself, piece by piece. Tie you to the bed again, take hours stretching you out... Would you like that, Jimmy?”
“God, yes, sir,” Jimmy whimpered eagerly.
It wasn’t long before Jimmy was whimpering and needed more than fingers to fill him, lifting his hips as Cold lined his cock up. Jimmy slowly lowered himself down, moaning and gasping as his body stretched. The angle made Cold’s already thick girth seem almost impossible, and Jimmy rocked his hips a few times as he struggled to make it all fit.
When Cold was finally fully sheathed inside his body, they held each other, savoring the connection and panting softly. Jimmy kissed him tenderly, their bodies pressed flush together as he slowly started to move.
“There,” Cold sighed, sounding relieved and content. “Just like that... just like that.”
Jimmy was careful, every thrust threatening to make him scream outright from the intensity. Cold had a hand digging into his hip, guiding their rhythm, keeping it slow and passionate as he dragged Jimmy down for another kiss. Jimmy never wanted to stop kissing him, drunk on the flavor and his lips soon raw from the sweet friction.
He kept rolling his hips under Cold’s firm guidance, his hands dragging back over his chest, careful not to stray too far down his stomach. It was getting harder not to take more, desperate for more sensation but striving to be obedient.
Cold seemed to be having the same struggle, soon arching his back and flexing his hips for Jimmy to take his cock deeper. “Yes,” he hissed, fighting through the pain that crossed his face to start thrusting into him. “Fuck...”
Pushing himself up, Jimmy pressed his hands firmly on Cold’s chest to hold him in place. “Rod... let me. Let me take care of you.”
“Jimmy,” Cold grumbled.
“I’ve got you,” Jimmy promised, starting to rock his body with more purpose, sitting almost straight up and balancing himself on Cold’s cock. It was almost too much to handle in this position, his head falling back as he groaned, but he was determined to do this.
Jimmy rolled the entire line of his body into every slam, crying out passionately as he moved. He let his hips do all the work, riding Cold hard, dragging his fingers down his stomach and giving him everything he had.
Cold’s hand grabbed Jimmy’s, tangling them together as he gazed reverently up at him. Jimmy had never felt more beautiful than at that moment being the sole focus of Cold’s awestruck stare.
“Close,” Cold sighed, panting harder and louder than he ever had before. He was sweating all over, grunting as Jimmy fucked down on his cock.
“Come on,” Jimmy pleaded. “I want your cum, please.”
Cold growled at that, his body tensing beneath Jimmy. “Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing for Jimmy’s cock and stroking him hastily. “You’ve been so good. Come with me, now.”
Jimmy whimpered, thrusting into Cold’s hand as he desperately sought to take them both over the edge. When it came, it wasn’t a sudden drop. It was a warm and soothing wave of pleasure, feeling Cold pulsing deep inside of him as he released into his palm, moaning and shuddering together. Jimmy could feel the tingles of ecstasy setting every nerve in his body ablaze with sensation, struggling to keep the feeling going for as long as he could.
His heart had never felt so full, eyes wet with tears and overwhelmed knowing he could have lost Cold today.
Just an inch, Queen had said.
As the last few tremors were leaving him, Jimmy looked down at Cold and had to release some of the emotions threatening to choke him. He swallowed back a thick cry, gasping passionately, “I love you.”
Cold looked terrified, trapped by those powerful words with no way to respond. He had to pull Jimmy down into his arms, had to kiss the sobs right out of his mouth, holding him close and nearly crushing him. “Oh, Jimmy,” he sighed. “I know... fuck, I know.”
Clinging to him tightly, Jimmy sobbed against his chest as he let it all out, whimpering, “I love you so much, Rod.”
“I know,” Cold soothed, gently rubbing Jimmy’s back, peppering his face with sweet little kisses. He held Jimmy as if he was afraid he might disappear, keeping him close long after his cock slid out and they were both a cold, sticky mess.
Cold didn’t need to say it back. Jimmy could feel it in his tender kisses, the stroke of his hand across his spine. He knew Cold loved him, too.
Releasing Jimmy long enough for him to grab a damp washcloth to clean them up, Cold protested lightly, “This is supposed to be my job.”
“I can take care of you sometimes,” Jimmy said with a loving smile, sliding back into bed beside him and snuggling against his uninjured side.
Cold grunted at that, lazily winding his arm around Jimmy. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Hmmph. We’ll see about that.”
Jimmy smiled softly, his hand gently wandering up Cold’s chest. He found a particularly intricate scar that looked like a jagged bolt of lightning, tracing it with the tip of his finger.
“Beer bottle,” Cold said quietly. “Twelve.”
