Cold’s foot was tapping to a silent beat, throwing off his overcoat with a lack of care Jimmy had never seen. He let the garment smack against the floor with a wet plop, his icy eyes fixed hungrily on Jimmy as his long fingers began to work on the buttons of his jacket.
Cold was always graceful, with even the most casual of movements executed as if he had planned out each and every one as part of a complicated performance.
This was no exception.
The slide of the jacket down his shoulders was done with slow and sensual rolls of his arms, and he was still bumping his hips to a steady rhythm.
Jimmy was staring, jaw dropped, his cock jerking inside of his pants.
Cold stretched out his arm and let the jacket join his overcoat on the floor with a quick flick of his wrist. Next was his vest, stepping closer so Jimmy could watch him loosen every individual button. He did so with great care, whipping the vest off with a great flourish and tossing it over his shoulder without a second glance.
Jimmy didn’t have to look to know it landed perfectly in the pile of clothes with the rest. He was too busy gawking at the gorgeous figure of Cold before him.
Wherever he had been at tonight, he had been soaked down to his bones. The white fabric of his shirt was clinging to his broad chest, nearly transparent from the moisture. There were still drops of rain glittering across his face and his hands as he smoothly slid his belt out from the loop of his pants.
Jimmy watched Cold’s fingers as he cracked the belt, little droplets catching the light as they flew off his skin from the sudden snap. In his drunken haze, Jimmy was certain they were brilliant crystals being scattered all about.
Cold was dancing closer, his pants slipping down around his ankles. He stepped out of them easily and kicked them off behind him. His shoes were still on, and he twirled around and quickly toed them off with a roll of his hips that Jimmy could only describe as elegant.
Jimmy was left hopelessly enraptured, and he was certain he’d never seen Cold look so positively debauched. He was a wet dream in the flesh, from his slick shirt still clinging to his torso down to the little straps of his sock garters hugging his toned calves.
Cold threw his foot up beside Jimmy on the edge of the mattress, slowly unbuckling the clasp of the garter as his pelvis undulated enticingly.
Jimmy thought he might have a stroke.
Cold peeled the sock away with the garter still attached, switching legs with a roll of his hips, smirking confidently down at Jimmy’s slack jaw. He unsnapped the other garter, taking the time to slide the elastic band through his teeth before tossing it away.
Jimmy was definitely going to have a stroke.
Cold leaned close, so close that his breath tickled Jimmy’s lips as he slid his briefs down his legs. He withdrew before Jimmy could even think to steal a kiss and sharply turned his back to him.
Jimmy could see the curves of Cold’s full round ass peeking out from the bottom of the shirt and he whimpered out loud at the fantastic sight. He wanted to touch, wanted to squeeze and bite at the luscious flesh, but he knew Cold wasn’t done.
Not yet.
Cold finally began to pull off his shirt, and Jimmy was treated to the sight of his back muscles rippling as he lifted the garment off his head. He knew every scar and mark by heart, but he had never seen them move like this before.
They all seemed to warp and flow like the crests of a wave, delicate and beautiful, vast oceans of flesh flexing as Cold tossed the shirt away. He turned to face Jimmy, crawling on top of him and stretching him across the bed.
Cold’s lips dragged over Jimmy’s neck as his hips continued to grind rhythmically. He murmured a lovely litany of desperate intentions, whispering them all in Jimmy’s ear, “I wanted to be here with you... all I thought about was you... I missed you...”
“Rod,” Jimmy gasped, parting his legs for Cold and dragging his fingers over his back. He groaned when he felt Cold’s hard cock pressing into his thigh. He couldn’t stop himself, gushing, “Fuck... you are so fucking hot!”
Cold chuckled, balancing his weight down on his elbow as he worked his hand down Jimmy’s pants. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Not quite the birthday I had in mind for you—”
“It’s good! So fucking good!”
“And I still intend to carry out my original plans—”
“Don’t care right now! Fuck! Just keep, just, fucking touch me, please!” Jimmy pleaded, whimpering as Cold’s fingers curled around the base of his cock and tugged.
Cold sucked along Jimmy’s jaw and growled, “So bossy. Do you think because it’s your birthday you can get all mouthy, Jimmy?”
“Fuck, yes!” Jimmy growled back and jerked up into Cold’s palm.
Cold grinned, stroking Jimmy until he was coming hard in his pants and kissing all the breath from his lips.
Jimmy was trembling, and he felt certain that the memories of tonight would keep him hot and bothered for the rest of his life. He flopped against the bed, still tipsy and exhausted from the force of his orgasm.
