As Cold pulled his fingers away, Jimmy lifted up his head to watch him opening up the front of his jumpsuit. Having hoped for a glimpse of naked flesh, Jimmy was frustrated to see a plain white t-shirt obstructing his view, but he could see Cold’s bare cock and that was enough.
For so long, that was the only part of Cold’s body that he was allowed to see. Cold buried himself beneath layers of fine suits to hide scars from both physical and emotional traumas. Jimmy thought he had been able to break through all of that over this last year, but the recent circumstances made it clear they still had work to do.
Cold still didn’t trust him, he realized. Not completely.
His efforts to protect Jimmy were also there to protect himself. It made Jimmy’s heart ache and reinvigorated his desire to prove to Cold that he would always be here for him, no matter what.
“I love you,” Jimmy said, not bothering with any of their play formalities. Cold’s cock was pushing into him, and all he could think to say was, “I love you, Rod... fuck, I love you so damn much!”
Cold grabbed Jimmy’s hips with both hands and ferociously slammed forward. The feet of the table screeched from the force of his thrusts, skittering along the floor as Cold fucked Jimmy. He was grunting from the effort, his nails cutting into skin as he struggled to keep Jimmy right where he wanted him.
Jimmy tucked his legs up to his chest, moaning and sobbing without care. Christine had to be able to hear them, certainly any guards close by, but the thought of stopping never crossed his mind.
Cold could not always say how he felt, but his actions left no doubts. He was holding onto Jimmy desperately, and once he found an angle that made Jimmy shout, he didn’t stop. His soft grunts had become feral growls and sharp pants, a familiar tune that let Jimmy know he was close.
The first pulse of cum was inside of him, but Cold pulled out before filling his hole.
Jimmy watched Cold’s cock shooting all over his bare cheeks, groaning brokenly as he felt it dripping down onto the table. It was hot and wet, leaving him feeling positively filthy and his balls aching to find that same relief.
Cold leaned over him to grab his hair and pulled him into a hungry kiss.
Jimmy was buzzing with adrenaline from being fucked so roughly, whining quietly with need. His cock was so hard that it was throbbing, and he wanted to come so damn terribly.
“Mmm...” Cold hummed, easing himself back down into the chair and pressing his thumb in Jimmy’s wet, gaping hole. “Why, Mr. Poe, you’re positively a mess.”
“Can I please come, sir?” Jimmy asked breathlessly, pushing himself up on his elbow to gaze longingly down at Cold. “Please?”
“No.” Cold popped Jimmy’s ass. “Stand up.”
Jimmy wanted to scream, but he bit his tongue and slowly got off the table. His ass was getting sticky from all the cum and his legs felt wobbly. His pants were still bunched up around his ankles, his cock jutting forward right in Cold’s face.
Cold reached out to give Jimmy a soft squeeze, saying quietly, “I’ve known that I would be arrested for Marco Luchesi’s murder since I buried him in that cement nineteen years ago.”
“What?” Jimmy gasped, gulping loudly when Cold started stroking him. It was so gentle and slow, his feathery grip not enough to give Jimmy any friction to work with. He tried to concentrate, asking, “How... how did you know...?”
“Because I was sloppy,” Cold replied calmly. “I let my emotions control my actions. I’d killed before, but this was...” He pursed his lips, his fingers tightening briefly. “Personal.”
“He hurt you,” Jimmy groaned, his brow furrowing with sympathy. “But how... how do they know... it was you?”
“Because I killed him with the same knife he stabbed me with,” Cold went on, as if they were talking about what to do for dinner.
“You kept... it?” Jimmy’s knees were getting weak, and he could feel his orgasm seconds away from washing over him.
“I’m sentimental like that,” Cold said, his eyes flashing as he suddenly stopped.
“Rod!” Jimmy cried, frustrated and sucking in a quick breath. “Fuck!”
“Now, keeping in mind that I’ve been expecting these charges for almost twenty years, do you trust that I have everything under control?”
Jimmy hesitated, but groaned softly when Cold squeezed him again. He nodded, saying urgently, “Yes... I trust you.”
“Good,” Cold said briskly, “then you can wait to come until tomorrow.”
“What!” Jimmy shrieked. He gawked stupidly as Cold released him and began to tidy himself up. “You’re not... oh, come on! You’re not freakin’ serious, are you?”
“Yes,” Cold said, smirking slyly. “Mmm, better go ahead and get dressed. I don’t think Christine will be on her phone call for much longer.”
“What the hell is happening tomorrow?”
