Jimmy shouted, every nerve instantly on fire and crying out as Cold stroked him. He was too sensitive and writhed in protest. He could feel all the blood rushing back between his legs, and two, maybe three quick jerks of Cold’s hand was all it took and he was coming. It was like being tipped over a waterfall, his stomach dropping as his cock pulsed repeatedly.
“Oh, God, ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jimmy wailed, every muscle in his body twitching with pleasure as he came. He heard Cold grunt as his ass clenched down on his cock, fucking him through it until Jimmy swore his bones had all been replaced with spaghetti.
Jimmy’s cock was still tingling when Cold pulled out, one last moan making his lower lip tremble. He wanted to plop face first into the mattress, utterly exhausted, but Cold hadn’t finished yet.
“Turn around,” Cold grunted urgently.
Jimmy tried to move as best as he could, his body aching as he shifted positions. Cold had taken off the condom and his cock was right there in Jimmy’s face, his hand frantically jacking himself off and aiming right at Jimmy’s mouth.
“Yes?” Cold asked, his ministrations slowing until Jimmy replied.
“Fuck, yes,” Jimmy panted, sticking out his tongue to welcome the load.
Cold’s lips twitched up in a smile, grunting, “Good boy.”
He kept stroking his cock, groaning low as he came a few moments later, hot cum splattering across Jimmy’s tongue that he lapped up, swallowing every drop eagerly and savoring the warmth and taste. There was one errant shot that had grazed his cheek, and he tried to stick out his tongue to get it.
Cold tenderly wiped it off his face, offering it to Jimmy. “A very, very good boy,” he confirmed, practically purring like a house cat when Jimmy greedily licked the cum off his fingers.
Jimmy beamed proudly, murmuring contently when Cold gently touched his face. “I was good?”
“Very good,” Cold sighed, his hand softly curling around Jimmy’s neck and thumb stroking along his jaw.
Leaning into Cold’s grip, Jimmy’s fingers rose up to hold his wrist. His stomach was fluttering from the praise, and he gently petting the underside of Cold’s pulse point. Cold hadn’t flinched away yet. Jimmy wanted to hold onto this tender connection for as long as he could.
“Now. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Cold said with a smirk, ending it all too soon, pulling away and adjusting himself. He straightened his vest and offered a hand to help Jimmy up to his feet.
Jimmy’s muscles were the consistency of Jell-O, and he was very grateful to have Cold assist him. He loved how Cold’s hand felt in his and dared to give it a small squeeze. He wanted to tell Cold to go get a bowl to carry him in because he was about to melt from all the attention. Cold’s arm felt so strong around him as he guided him into the bathroom.
It was the size of Jimmy’s apartment, all black tile and stainless steel. There was a monstrous tub and a standup shower that a small group of people could have fit in.
The only light came from a series of small bulbs lining the edges of the mirrors hanging over the dual vanity sink. Jimmy was grateful for the calming atmosphere as Cold got him into the shower.
“Get washed up and come to bed,” Cold instructed softly, leaving him then to bathe by himself.
Jimmy groaned happily as the hot water poured over him, leaning against the cool tile. He winced as he washed his body, his cheeks still a bit tender, but he lingered for a long while, singing to himself as he enjoyed the steam billowing up around him.
Jimmy lost track of the time, singing through at least three or four songs. He finally gave up the hot water, sticking his head out to find a thick black robe and a few towels waiting for him by the sink. Blushing softly, he realized Cold had probably heard him singing.
He quickly dried off and wrapped himself up in the plush robe to scurry back into the bedroom. He could hear music playing softly from the other room, and curiosity made him pause. Jimmy wanted to see what Cold was doing, but he’d been told to go to bed.
Didn’t mean he couldn’t sneak a peek on his way to bed, right?
Tiptoeing over to peer through the open doorway, Jimmy spied Cold sitting in a worn recliner. The music was coming from his record player, a warm and soothing jazz tune. Jimmy didn’t recognize the singer, but she had a beautiful voice.
Cold didn’t strike him as a jazz kind of guy, but it was a pleasant surprise. Jimmy knew so little about Cold other than his nasty reputation and what Rowena had told him. Cold was clearly not someone who was easy to get close to, but Jimmy was stubborn. He wanted to know everything about him, good and bad, and everything in between.
Jimmy quickly hurried back to bed before Cold noticed him spying, diving right into the middle of the mattress. He spread himself out, wiggling around and working his body under the covers. Making a small nest out of the pillows, he yawned as he tried to drift off to sleep.
Even though his body was drained, his mind was wide awake and aflutter with a constant train of thought he couldn’t derail. He tried listening to Cold’s music to distract himself, but Cold only played a few more songs before turning it off.
Jimmy heard him come back into the bedroom and turn off all the lights before heading to the bathroom and locking the door. Cold showered briefly and returned to bed, smelling of fresh soap and shampoo.
Despite being still awake, Jimmy was too tired to acknowledge Cold’s presence. His heart did a few somersaults though feeling Cold slowly scoot up right beside him. Their bodies didn’t make contact, but Cold was close, so close that Jimmy could feel his warm breath tickling his face.
Could Cold tell he wasn’t asleep? It was dark, so perhaps he wasn’t sure. Jimmy didn’t want to disturb the moment, waiting to see what Cold would do. He remained as still as he could, his eyes closed tight.
Cold made a small sound, almost a laugh, and his lips tenderly pressed to Jimmy’s cheek. It was a gentle kiss, sweet and warm, and lingered for a moment. Jimmy couldn’t help but let a small murmur escape at the unexpected affection, overcome with bliss. He tried to remain calm, not wanting to give himself away.
