Page 94 of Cold Hard Cash

Jimmy bowed his head against the record player, sighing softly at the compliment. Cold had used his name several times this evening, and it sounded so dirty and wonderful in that velvety drawl.

The record had been over for some time now, the only sound the duet of their panting breaths. Jimmy moaned appreciatively, arching his hips as he stretched his back. He was warm and fuzzy all over, murmuring contently as Cold kissed his shoulder.

Jimmy touched his cock, amazed that he was still hard after coming like that. It didn’t even seem like much had come out.

Cold dropped to his knees suddenly, spreading Jimmy’s cheeks and greedily swiping his tongue over his ass. Jimmy’s face blushed so hard it burned. Cold was slurping out every drop of his own cum that he could reach, his tongue dipping in and out of Jimmy’s gaping hole. It was so dirty and hot, it made Jimmy groan obscenely loud.

Keening and whining as Cold kept going, Jimmy’s cock bobbed hard between his legs. There was still so much pressure, and he was scared his knees were going to buckle soon. “Please... fuck.”

“What do you need, Jimmy?” Cold rasped, sucking hungrily.

“I don’t know,” Jimmy panted, snapping his teeth together. “It’s... it feels so tight, it... it fucking aches.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Cold promised, his fingers pressing back inside and curling perfectly to massage his prostate. He reached his other hand to grab Jimmy’s aching cock, stroking him lovingly.

“Too much,” Jimmy sobbed, torn between thrusting back on Cold’s fingers inside him or forward into the ones stroking him to sheer oblivion. “Fuck, please... God!”

Jimmy screamed, Cold’s quick fingers coaxing him through the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt. It never seemed to end, his cock pulsing and pulsing long streams of thick cum as Cold assaulted his prostate without reprieve until his body quaked.

When Cold finally released him, he gave his hole one last lick and grunted approvingly. Jimmy didn’t think he could keep standing much longer, thankful when he felt Cold’s strong arms wrap around him. He turned around, his head dropping against Cold’s bare chest. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, focusing on the nest of scars right in front of him.

Twisted, blotchy, countless.

Fingers trembling, he lightly traced over what may have been a stab wound just above Cold’s right nipple. Wait, except there wasn’t a nipple, not exactly. It was another patch of scar tissue, a thick and dark tear that rippled across his breast.

Cold stiffened like a statue, but didn’t yet move away from Jimmy. His voice was strained when he spoke. “I need to get dressed.”

Jimmy frowned, peering up at Cold’s handsome face. “You know I don’t care about these.”

“Huh.”

“Yes,” Jimmy said stubbornly. “I’ve told you I think you’re beautiful.”

Oh, that word made Cold tremble. Gently, he began to pull away from Jimmy, saying quietly, “That’s a matter of perspective.”

“Does that have anything to do with why you won’t kiss me?” Jimmy asked with a small huff.

Cold’s eyes narrowed, his voice a bitter hiss as he snapped, “What I choose to do or not do with my body is no business of yours, Mr. Poe.”

“Wait.” Jimmy cringed, quickly trying to repair the obvious damage he had inflicted, exclaiming, “I’m sorry! I just meant—”

“You have work today,” Cold said shortly. “The police finished their investigation, and the club will reopen tonight. While I don’t expect Dario to be there, you still have rehearsal. I’ll make sure there’s a suitable replacement in the meantime.”

“Please,” Jimmy said, reaching for Cold’s arm. “I didn’t mean—”

Cold jerked away from him, his hand snatching Jimmy around his neck. “Don’t,” he warned, eyes glittering with anger.

Jimmy’s heart sank. They had come so far, and now he felt like he had ruined everything. He gently curled trembling fingers around Cold’s wrist, saying sincerely, “I’m sorry, Rod.”

Cold’s face softened for a brief moment, as if that last apology was actually heard and meant something to him. “Don’t be late,” he said quietly.

Jimmy didn’t try to hold on when Cold pulled away, getting a departing glimpse of his body as he moved back to the bedroom. He heard the bathroom door slam shut, and sighed defeatedly.

Well, fuck. That had ended spectacularly well.

Crawling back into bed, Jimmy pulled the covers up over his head. He didn’t think sleep would come, but he tossed and turned in search of it. He managed to doze off at some point because he didn’t hear Cold leave.

He opened his eyes when he heard polite knocking at the door. Grumbling, he rolled back over and stuck his head under the pillows. He felt terrible for upsetting Cold, and he wasn’t in the mood for company.