Jimmy hated the attention.
He hadn’t before fully realized just how famous his gangster lover was. There had been the occasional photographer snapping at them when they’d attended the mayor’s gala and other social events, but Cold had apparently worked very hard to keep Jimmy safe from that part of his world.
As far as Jimmy knew, no one at his college knew about his very notorious boyfriend.
Then again, he mused, he never had a problem getting an extension on any of his papers.
Back at the mansion, Jimmy was relieved to find that the police had all left. Everything was quite a mess, and the guards were hard at work trying to clean it all up. He heard a familiar voice directing the chaos, groaning to himself when he realized who it was.
“Get a move on, mates!” Charlie was shouting. “That settee was on the western wall at an eighty-nine-degree angle, come along!”
“What are you doing here?” Jimmy sighed.
“Oh! Mr. Poe!” Charlie greeted him with a bright smile. “I came calling and found everything terribly out of sorts! Got the men here rallied together to straighten it all up.”
Jimmy paused to touch the broken vase in the foyer, crudely repaired and devoid of flowers. It didn’t look right without its fresh bouquet of calla lilies. “Look, Charlie, I really appreciate this, but I don’t think I’m really in the mood to discuss wedding plans.”
Plus, he desperately needed a shower.
“It’s quite all right,” Charlie said quickly. “I heard the news, very sorry, uh, so vertical stripes are definitely out...”
Jimmy glared.
“How about we assistMonsieurSwenson and finish putting the house back in order while you relax, eh?” Jerry suggested. “I will come get you for dinner, if you’d like.”
“Thanks, Jerry, but I think I’m gonna take a pass on dinner tonight,” Jimmy said. “Please just make sure I’m up for the arraignment tomorrow?”
“Of course,monsieur.”
Jimmy headed upstairs, finding Lorre in the lounge still trying to clean up. Everything was nearly back in its rightful place, and Lorre looked absolutely exhausted.
His handsome face was drawn and tired, but he managed a friendly smile when he saw Jimmy. “Hey. How’d it go down at the joint?”
“Cold said, uh, once the search is done that you’re supposed to move on,” Jimmy replied. “I don’t know what that means, but I guess you do.”
“Yeah,” Lorre said, “I do. Jules here?”
“He’s downstairs helping Jerry and that crazy wedding planner clean up.”
“Right,” Lorre said, fidgeting for a moment.
“Right,” Jimmy repeated, unsure of what to say. He had a good relationship with most of the Gentlemen, but things were always tense with Lorre; probably because Duplin had killed Lorre’s brother, and Lorre had once plotted to go after Jimmy for revenge.
“You, uh, have a good night,” Lorre said at last, turning quickly to leave before the tension grew any more awkward.
“Sure. Good night.” Jimmy waved and then headed directly into the bedroom suite, stripping on his way to the bathroom. The bedroom had been cleaned up, but it still didn’t feel right.
Strangers had been here, pawing through all of their things, and it left Jimmy feeling unsure. His own home didn’t feel safe anymore, and it was empty without Cold’s strong presence here.
Jimmy grimaced as he finally peeled off his underwear, fussing to himself as he got the water going. He wanted to wash away this dirty feeling, turning the shower up to scalding and trying to scrub himself raw. It had nothing to do with the dried cum Cold left on him, but everything to do with the people who had come into this room uninvited.
His hands inevitably moved between his legs, and he whimpered softly. The mere brush of his fingers against his cock felt incredible. He was still aching from earlier, and he wanted relief from all of the pressure weighing down on him.
He was worried about Cold and while he wanted to trust him, the situation was dire. The evidence was stacked so high that Cold was practically gift wrapped for the prosecution.
Jimmy couldn’t stop touching himself once he started. He wanted to feel good and escape for a few precious moments. He stroked himself only a half dozen times before he was coming, quietly moaning as his forehead dropped against the shower wall.
He didn’t feel any real satisfaction from it, though his balls were grateful for the release. He thought about trying again in bed and getting some of his toys, but then he remembered that the cops had been in that drawer and touched all those intimate things.
