Jimmy moaned in triumph. Yes, he was good. His chest filled to the brim with pride, gasping as Cold began to slowly jerk him off.
The pressure was just right, Cold squeezing his hand a little tighter on every upstroke and massaging his thumb below the head of Jimmy’s cock. Jimmy was soon squirming, his back arching when Cold began to speed up.
Cold pressed his mouth against Jimmy’s neck, lips softly touching the edge of his ear, then the corner of his jaw. He sucked possessively with a hint of teeth, but not enough to leave a mark.
Shivers raced all up and down Jimmy’s spine as he leaned into it. This was the closest they had ever been, nothing separating their bodies as Jimmy writhed against him. Cold was lean, but much thicker than Jimmy was. All that muscle, God, he wished he could see it, touch it.
“Please, sir,” Jimmy pleaded between gasps. “Can I please touch you?”
“No,” came the firm reply, Cold’s hand working over Jimmy’s cock even faster, making Jimmy grunt in frustration and slap the side of the tub.
He yelped when Cold squeezed his cock so hard it hurt, whining, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Take what I give you,” Cold reminded him.
“But... I just want it so much, sir,” Jimmy pleaded, heat coiling up tight between his legs, ready to give way at any moment.
“No,” Cold snarled, his stroking slowing to a snail’s pace.
Jimmy sobbed, desperately clawing at the side of the tub. He was so close, Cold’s fingers dangling him right at the edge of ecstasy.
“You’re mine,” Cold hissed, nipping at Jimmy’s ear roughly, “but I am not yours. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy cried, moaning when Cold finally granted him mercy and started feverishly jerking him off. He was right there, eyes wide as he moaned, “Fuck, fuck, can I come? Please, God, let me come, sir.”
“Now,” Cold commanded, biting at Jimmy’s neck, “come for me.”
Jimmy let himself go, gasping as he came hard into Cold’s palm. His hips jerked softly, thrusting a few times before he was instantly spent. Sighing pleasantly, he relaxed against Cold’s body.
“Good?” Cold asked with a smile in his words.
“Mmmmph,” Jimmy hummed. “Very... What about you?”
“I’m fine,” Cold assured him. “I enjoyed it very much.”
Jimmy stretched his legs in the cooling water, asking quietly, “You really are gonna help my dad?”
“I said I was going to, and I will,” Cold said simply. “Now... come on. It’s late.” He herded Jimmy out of the tub, Jimmy humming happily as Cold dried him off and wrapped him in a warm robe.
Jimmy managed to steal a quick glimpse of Cold’s lovely backside when he opened the door of the bathroom and light flooded in from the bedroom. It was over too quickly, Cold soon tucked away in a robe of his own.
He put Jimmy into bed, leaving him to change into modest pajamas while Jimmy stretched out to take up as much of the mattress as he could.
Cold snorted when he approached, drawling, “You have six seconds to move before I make you move.”
Groaning playfully, Jimmy rolled over to let Cold slide into bed beside him. The moment Cold was settled in, Jimmy cuddled back up to him, burying his head in Cold’s shoulder and throwing an arm over his chest.
Cold allowed it, his hand gently resting on Jimmy’s wrist. “Good night, Mr. Poe,” he said, eyes already closing.
“Good night... uhm...” Jimmy stuttered for a moment, not sure how to address the gangster now.
“Rod,” Cold said softly, sensing Jimmy’s hesitation. “Here in my bed, you can call me Rod.”
“Good night, Rod.”
“Night.”
Chapter Sixteen
