“Might be what?” Jimmy blinked.
“I might be a little ticklish,” Cold snapped impatiently, glaring at Jimmy. “All right?”
“Oh! I had no idea!” Jimmy smiled wickedly, a devious plan already springing to mind.
Cold’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, warning, “Jimmy... don’t do it.”
“Don’t do what?” Jimmy said with a sweet smile. He suddenly jumped on top of Cold, tickling his ribs as he cackled, “This?”
“Jimmy!” Cold struggled, growling angrily, but then the most beautiful thing happened. He began to laugh. He was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes.
Jimmy kept on, scratching and wiggling his fingers as quickly as he could. He was amazed how laughter transformed his lover, the years melting right off his face. He looked like a completely different person, happy and free.
But he was still Cold, a powerful gangster, and he was not going to take this abuse without a fight. He managed to grab one of Jimmy’s hands and pushed him away, deftly sweeping him back onto his side.
Before he knew what was happening, Jimmy couldn’t breathe because Cold was tickling his armpits. “No, no, no!” Jimmy giggled frantically. “Ahhh, ah, stop! Stop, stop, stop!”
“You started this!” Cold snickered, continuing to roll them over until he had Jimmy pinned. “I intend to finish it!”
Jimmy wiggled and fought as hard as he could, but Cold definitely had the advantage. He was holding Jimmy’s wrists together against the sheets with one hand, and the other was assaulting his sensitive armpits.
“Had enough?” Cold taunted.
“N-never!” Jimmy grinned, pulling up his leg and using his foot to poke at Cold’s ribs. Using his big toe to tickle wasn’t very effective, but it was enough to make Cold laugh again.
They wrestled around until they were both out of breath, laughing like fools and trying to catch their breath. Cold flopped on his back with a breathless huff, and Jimmy couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so much. He rolled over to kiss Cold, murmuring happily, “Mm, big bad ol’ Boss Cold is ticklish... who knew?”
“Hmmph. No one, and it’s going to stay that way.” Cold held Jimmy close, pulling him on top of his chest and sliding his hands along his back. The kiss was slow, soft, punctuated by Jimmy’s giggling and Cold’s deep chuckle.
Jimmy squirmed when Cold’s fingers danced too lightly along his hips, laughing, “Hey, quit! That tickles! I’m all super sensitive right now!”
“Mmm, might have to tie you up if you can’t hold still,” Cold teased, nudging Jimmy’s cheek with his nose.
“No freakin’ way,” Jimmy gasped. “You are not tying me up and tickling me! That’s mean!”
“It’s sort of funny.”
“I’ll pee!”
“Still funny.”
Jimmy grumbled, kissing Cold’s lips again and getting caught up in the warm swipe of his tongue. “Meanie.”
“That is very hurtful.” Cold pinched Jimmy’s ass, grinning when he yelped. “At least I didn’t tickle you...”
“Ohhh, you’re toast!” Jimmy declared, his hand reaching back down to tickle that spot on Cold’s ribs. Back at it they went, wrestling and playing, the friction between their bodies sending all the right signals to Jimmy’s dick.
Halfway through a very frenzied tickle attack, Cold managed to catch him off guard with a hot kiss. Their bodies pressed together, and Jimmy moaned when he felt that Cold was hard, too.
Cold peeled off Jimmy’s pants, kissing him as he skillfully retrieved the lube from the bedside table without having to break away. He got his cock slick, reaching down to rub his fingers against Jimmy’s hole.
“Come on,” Jimmy pleaded, grabbing Cold’s cock and pressing it against himself. “I don’t wanna wait... we’ll just go slow, okay?”
“All right,” Cold agreed, his hips moving in short thrusts to work Jimmy open with his cock.
Jimmy groaned, hungry and delighted, enjoying the sweet burn. As soon as Cold met resistance, he’d stop, they would kiss for several long moments, and then he’d get back to work.
He loved this; the slow grind, the deep ache, how lovingly Cold touched him and held him. Time itself had come to a halt. There was nothing else in the universe except the two of them. Cold was over halfway in now and not stopping, a little strength behind his thrusts that betrayed his eagerness.
