Jimmy laughed, groaning softly as he felt something thick and hard pushing into him, gasping, “Wh-what is that?”
“Plugging your pretty hole up,” Jules informed him. “Keepin’ you nice and open... ‘cause we are definitely doin’ that again.”
“Definitely,” Cold agreed.
Jimmy blushed and snuggled up against Cold. He closed his eyes, satisfied from head to toe. He definitely needed a break before going another round, and maybe something to eat.
“Breakfast,” he heard Cold say.
“Breakfast,” Jimmy mumbled. “That’s a great idea.”
“Breakfast is ready,” Cold said more firmly, his fingers moving through Jimmy’s hair. “Wake up.”
Jimmy blinked, his eyes snapping open and looking around in confusion. Jules was nowhere to be seen, and Jimmy was wearing the same pajamas from last night. Cold was dressed for the day, always the early riser, and he was nudging a tray of food toward him.
A dream, Jimmy realized, his face flushing brightly.
It was all a dream.
“Something the matter?” Cold asked smoothly, quirking a curious brow.
“I’m good,” Jimmy squeaked, clearing his throat, reaching down to readjust himself. God, just thinking about his dream was getting him hot. “I’m so very good.”
Cold moved the tray of food to the foot of the bed and sat down beside Jimmy. He smirked knowingly as his hands slid down the front of Jimmy’s pants. “How good?”
Jimmy moaned when Cold’s nimble fingers ghosted over the hard bulge in his pants, nodding as he replied, “Oh, so very good.”
“What’s got you so worked up this morning?” Cold asked, teasing along the length of his shaft.
“I-I had this really sexy dream,” Jimmy admitted, his eyes fluttering as Cold continued to caress him. “It was you... and Jules... and... it was really freakin’ hot.”
“Why, Mr. Poe,” Cold chuckled, clearly delighted, slipping his hand inside Jimmy’s pajamas to squeeze his cock. “You naughty boy.”
“Oh, God,” Jimmy gasped, his hips bucking up slowly into Cold’s palm. He loved how Cold was looking at him right now. “Uh-huh,” he confirmed, smiling shyly. “It was very, very naughty.”
“Well, then,” Cold purred in that perfectly velvet voice of his, “why don’t you tell me all about it?”
