Jimmy’s teeth clicked together before he argued any more. Cold had actually just ensured they had twice the amount of time together. He wasn’t really going to complain too much. “Anything else, sir?”
Cold visibly shivered at Jimmy addressing him so formally, smirking when his pants dropped down and he was indeed not wearing any underwear. He let his eyes glaze over with lust as he openly admired Jimmy, adding nonchalantly, “Oh, just one more thing.”
Jimmy’s cock twitched in anticipation, his tongue running over his battered lips eagerly. “Yes?”
“If Augustus Duplin or any of the SSPD approaches you again, you call me immediately,” Cold replied. “If I can’t use you, neither can they. Trust goes both ways, Mr. Poe.”
“Fine, but, there’s, uhm,” Jimmy stammered, embarrassed suddenly. “There’s sort of a problem, I can’t... it’s just that...”
“What?” Cold groaned, obviously eager to move on to more physical pleasures.
“I don’t have a phone,” Jimmy moaned helplessly.
Cold huffed, blinking several times in exasperation. “I will get you a fucking phone,” he growled, reaching down to start unbuttoning his own pants, palming his enormous erection through his underwear. “Now, do we have a deal?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, practically salivating at the sight of Cold’s cock straining to escape from the tight fabric.
“Good,” Cold purred happily, his fingers grabbing a handful of Jimmy’s hair as he hissed, “Now on your knees.”
Chapter Ten
As Jimmy sank down to his knees before Cold, he knew he had no reason to trust that the gangster would keep to their new deal. All he could do was hope that he wasn’t wrong about the man’s affection for him. In the same way he held out hope that his father would be free one day.
Here now before him, genuflecting with his mouth open to take whatever offering Cold would give him, Jimmy was instantly relieved of all his sorrows. Here he found peace. His anxiety was erased, and though the thrum of his blood pumping through his veins was excited, he was calm.
He was happy.
Jimmy had spent so many years alone, giving everything he had to finding a way to free his father. He had nearly starved, been evicted multiple times, and lost more jobs than he could count. One winter he had gotten so sick he thought he had pneumonia, but didn’t dare go to the hospital because he knew he wouldn’t be able to pay the bill.
He had cried himself to sleep infinite times, haunted by awful dreams of being a failure. His only friend was a crusty old loan shark, but even Maury’s company was not enough to fill Jimmy’s loneliness. His few romances were brief, always ending in heartache. His partners would always leave him, exhausted by his never-ending quest for justice.
At first they’d be supportive, a shoulder to cry on and offering a warm bed to sleep in. However, in their final moments together as the relationship was inevitably crumbling, they all confessed that they thought Jimmy was nuts. Not a one of his partners had ever truly believed him.
Except Cold.
Cold had looked into his eyes and told him he knew he was telling the truth. Jimmy hadn’t had enough time to process the full gravity of how much that meant to him. It was completely and totally validating, a satisfaction he’d never known before.
If Cold could believe in him, well, Jimmy had to try to believe in Cold, too.
Cold slid his jacket off, and all of Jimmy’s attention was immediately focused on his every move. Despite it only being his suit coat, Jimmy was mesmerized watching Cold undress. He’d dreamed of the day he would finally see what was underneath all those layers, and now his eyes took in every detail that he could.
The cut of Cold’s vest revealed a much leaner form than Jimmy had first thought, though still much broader than his own. The shirt sleeves hugged muscular biceps and strong forearms. He watched Cold pull his thick cock out, giving himself soft strokes, and he was consumed with the need to taste him. He had forgotten about his wounded lip, his only thought on swiping his tongue across the head of Cold’s cock where he saw the faint glimmer of pre-cum already forming.
Cold canted his hips forward, rubbing his cock against Jimmy’s cheek, drawling, “So hungry for it, aren’t you? Open your mouth wider.”
Jimmy tried, he tried so hard, but the small laceration in his lip wouldn’t allow it. He whimpered, trying to force it until he felt the fresh scab start to crack.
“Ah, ah,” Cold warned, his thumb moving to gingerly glide over the wound.
“I can take it, sir,” Jimmy pleaded, trying to turn his head and gobble up the tip of Cold’s cock.
Cold seized Jimmy’s hair back in a savage hold, growling, “You take what I give you, Mr. Poe. I think you need a refresher course in how this little arrangement of ours works.”
With a whine, sullen and pouting, Jimmy ran his tongue over the scab on his lip. Cold’s fingers dragging over his scalp sent bolts of pleasure all the way down his spine, making him gasp when he abruptly let go.
Cold tucked himself away, zipping up his pants, but he didn’t buckle his belt. He pulled it from the loops, the leather making a delightful sound as it raced against the fabric on its way to freedom. Curling it up tight in his hands, Cold dropped down on the chaise behind Jimmy with a faint growl.
“Come here.”
