Chapter Seventeen
“Don’t ask,” was allCold said when he came home late covered in blood and fresh bruises, clearly not in a pleasant mood.
Jimmy didn’t press, only kissed him and stripped away his bloody clothes. His hands gently moved over Cold’s battered body, checking every inch of him to make sure he was really all right. He sometimes forgot how dangerous Cold’s job was ruling over the city’s underground.
Jimmy ran a hot bath to soothe all of the tension he felt lingering in his lover’s muscles. He was not surprised when Cold grabbed a glass and a bottle of whiskey to bring in with him.
With a soft groan, Cold eased himself down in the tub. He poured a drink, taking a small sip and beckoning for Jimmy to join him.
Jimmy undressed and stepped into the tub, grinning as Cold tugged him right into his lap. When they kissed, Cold tasted warm and spicy like the whiskey.
He kissed Cold deeply, straddling his hips and running his hands over his chest. He paused when Cold flinched, looking down to inspect a jagged cut that was crudely stitched.
“New scar?”
“Mmm. Knife. Disagreement over... product,” Cold replied dryly, taking another sip of whiskey.
“What the hell happened, Rod?” Jimmy frowned. “Who freakin’ sewed you up?”
“Jules,” Cold said, lightly tracing his fingers along Jimmy’s collarbone. “How were your classes today?”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“And I told you not to ask about my evening,” Cold countered.
Jimmy pouted. “Fine... and my classes were okay.”
“Any interesting extracurricular lessons today?” Cold teased, drawing lines between the little moles that dotted Jimmy’s skin.
“Well,” Jimmy chuckled, his face warming up quickly, “I did some reading about food play today. I guess it’s kind of lame compared to the other stuff. Whipped cream and chocolate syrup and all that isn’t as hot as latex and sounding.”
“On the contrary,” Cold said with a wicked spark in his eye, “food play can be quite erotic.”
“Oh?”
Cold smiled playfully, tipping the bottle of whiskey over Jimmy’s shoulder and spilling it down his arm. He lunged forward, his tongue hot, dragging across Jimmy’s skin and slurping it up.
Jimmy melted immediately and groaned. The whiskey tingled wonderfully while Cold’s tongue was slick and soft, and goosebumps prickled all over Jimmy’s body as he shivered.
Cold poured another splash and was quickly sucking whiskey off Jimmy’s nipple, absolutely ravenous and drinking up every drop he could reach. The burn of the alcohol and intense suction made the sensitive tissue contract, and Jimmy moaned with pleasure.
Cold poured more, letting the alcohol linger and lightly blowing on it.
There had to be some magical wire running from his nipples down to his cock because Jimmy was achingly hard in seconds, grabbing at Cold’s shoulders as his head fell back. It was scalding and cool all at once, and he was amazed by the incredible sensation. He pushed himself as close as he could, grinding down in search of friction.
Cold took a big swig from his glass, but didn’t swallow, pulling Jimmy in for a passionate kiss. As he licked his way into Jimmy’s mouth, the whiskey splashed inside.
Jimmy swallowed, the whiskey burning the whole way down and some spilling out from between their lips. He was flooded with warmth, making happy little sounds as Cold toyed with his nipples.
