Chapter Nineteen
Since Jimmy had startedhis lessons, life had become intense. The rough play, the wear on his body, the exhaustion of his mind from the incredible sex and the overload of classwork; it was only a matter of time before it caught up to him.
Cold was an extremely attentive lover. He always took care of Jimmy afterwards, now more than ever since they had been ramping things up. There was always a shower or a bath with lots of loving touches as Cold cleaned Jimmy up and tended to any bruising or welts left behind from their time together.
Jimmy adored the attention, and he felt fantastic from beginning to end. He wouldn’t trade this life for anything else in the world; he was always left in a cloud of utter bliss when his head hit his pillow each night, and he woke up happy and refreshed.
But this morning, something was different.
Jimmy was aching all over and despite a full night’s rest, he was completely exhausted. He thought at first he might be sick with the way his stomach was hurting, but there was also a strange sadness hanging over him. He felt defeated, miserable, and he couldn’t explain why.
Cold was already awake and moving about the room, content to let Jimmy sleep in on days when he knew his classes were in the afternoon.
Jimmy rolled over and tugged the covers over his head. He really did not feel well at all. He had the overwhelming urge to cry, hot tears welling up in his eyes and fighting for release. He thought he was going crazy.
Cold saw the nest Jimmy had made for himself and approached, asking, “Jimmy, are you all right?”
“Fine,” Jimmy mumbled, hoping Cold wouldn’t hear how upset he was.
It didn’t work.
Cold pulled the covers back and fixed him with a very concerned stare as he asked again, “Jimmy, what’s wrong?”
Jimmy whined loudly. There was something about that question that made him want to cry even harder. He couldn’t hold back now, sobbing, “I-I don’t know!”
Cold was right beside him, curling his strong arms around him as he soothed, “It’s all right, Jimmy. Talk to me... what do you feel?”
Jimmy struggled to form even the most simple words, sniffing as he stammered, “S-sad. I feel so fucking sad and, and... aching, like I’m sick? Like even my bones hurt. That kinda sick. But I’m not... and God, I can’t stop crying. I feel like I might throw up. Fuck, great, I’m shaking now!”
Cold seemed to understand, kissing Jimmy’s forehead as he said firmly, “Stay right here, Jimmy. I’ll be right back. I have to get a few things. But I promise I am coming back.”
Jimmy hated for Cold to leave him. He sniffled forlornly into the pillows as his stomach continued to cramp. He could hear Cold making a brief phone call and music was suddenly playing.
As it got louder, Jimmy recognized it as the soundtrack fromLabyrinth. He was surprised. He had found a copy of the remastered vinyl weeks ago at Maury’s pawn shop and had consequently driven Cold crazy by listening to it nonstop for almost a week straight.
It was one of his favorites, but he knew Cold couldn’t stand it.
Cold crossed back into the bedroom to the bathroom, and Jimmy heard the water turning on in the tub. He moved around a bit more before coming back out to the bed, reaching for Jimmy’s hands.
Jimmy wiggled out of the blankets, gasping as Cold pulled him into a tight embrace. He melted in his arms, crying softly and hating himself for not being able to control it. He leaned his head on Cold’s shoulder with a broken cry. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, Jimmy,” Cold soothed lovingly and rubbed his hands over his back. “Listen to me very carefully. What you are feeling right now is completely normal.”
“What the crap are you t-talking about?” Jimmy frowned, not understanding what he meant.
“You’re dropping,” Cold explained. “Think of it as an emotional and hormonal crash from our very passionate lifestyle as of late.”
