“Yeah!”
“I’ll go get my crowbar and jam it up into his dick hole and then start twistin’—”
“Okay, okay, easy,” Jimmy cut in. “I love your enthusiasm, but eh, tone it down a bit.”
“Sorry,” Maury sputtered. “I just get real excited sometimes.” He took a deep breath and patted Jimmy’s knee. “Yous got every right to be pissed, kid. This is shady shit, but...”
“But?”
“But remember who you’re fake-married to,” Maury said sternly. “Cold will do whatever he fuckin’ has to do to cover his ass.”
“I know,” Jimmy said sullenly.
“Hey,” Maury said, tapping Jimmy’s knee again, “that means your ass, too.”
“Got it. Still pissed.”
“Then fuckin’ give him what’s good by not givin’ him what’s good!” Maury snorted.
“Huh?”
“Don’t be givin’ him none of that sugar,” Maury said with a grin. “Yous tells him that 123 Jimmy Booty Lane ain’t accepting any packages of the cock variety until further notice.”
“Oh, God,” Jimmy laughed. He didn’t mean to because he knew Maury was being serious, but he couldn’t help it.
“What?” Maury protested, actually pouting. “I think it’s a great idea!”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jimmy chuckled.
“Hey, how’s your old man doin’?” Maury asked. “Ain’t heard much out of him lately.”
“Oh!” Jimmy grinned, eager to talk about happier things. “He’s great. They finished building the new infirmary at the prison, and he’s been helping them get everything ready. Cold did whatever he does, and the prison got a grant for the construction.”
“Fuckin’ sweet! He must be bustin’ his ass.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy agreed. “He’s been exhausted. I haven’t seen him since my last show.”
“No more singin’ pretty, huh?” Maury teased.
During the early weeks of their relationship, Jimmy had worked as a performer at one of Cold’s clubs. He had enjoyed singing, but focusing on school had taken priority. His final show was last month.
“Maybe for special events or something,” Jimmy replied with a short chuckle. “Birthdays, stuff like that.”
“Weddings?”
“Ugh,” Jimmy grunted. “I don’t even wanna think about any damn weddings, especially my own. Anyway, we’re gonna try and do dinner this weekend, catch up.” He playfully nudged Maury’s arm. “You know you’re always welcome to join us.”
“Meh, not if it’s gonna be at that fancy joint of yours,” Maury scoffed. “Ain’t my scene, kid.”
“Rowena might be there,” Jimmy offered, knowing how much Maury admired her.
“Yeah, and watch her fuckin’ crawl all over that geeky Dario fucker? Nah, I’m good, kid.”
“Offer still stands,” Jimmy said with a shrug. He turned his head when he heard an unfamiliar drilling sound, having to raise his voice to yell over it, “What the hell is that?”
“Jackhammer,” Maury growled. “It’s the mayor’s magical facelift for the fuckin’ city! They been doin’ all kinds of construction all over the place!”
“Geez!” Jimmy tried to cover his ears, waiting for the noise to stop to quickly spit out, “I saw some guys working on the old deli across from the club at my last show. Rowena—” The jackhammer started up again so Jimmy had to shout, “Ugh, Rowena said they’re tearing it down to put up condos!”
