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Jimmy’s cock still tingled when Cold pulled out, and one last moan made his lower lip tremble. He wanted to plop face-first into the mattress, utterly exhausted, but Cold hadn’t finished yet.

“Turn around,” Cold said urgently.

Jimmy tried to move as best as he could, and his body ached as he shifted positions.

Cold had taken off the condom and his cock was right there in Jimmy’s face, his hand frantically jacking himself off and aiming right at Jimmy’s mouth. His ministrations slowed as he asked, “Yes?”

“Fuck, yes.” Jimmy stuck out his tongue to welcome the load.

Cold’s lips twitched up in a smile. “Good boy.”

He kept stroking his cock, groaning low as he came a few moments later, hot come splattering across Jimmy’s tongue that he lapped up. He swallowed every drop and savored the warmth and taste. There was one errant shot that had grazed his cheek, and he tried to push his tongue over to retrieve it.

Cold graciously wiped it off his face to offer to Jimmy. “A very, very good boy,” he confirmed, purring like a house cat when Jimmy greedily licked the come off his fingers.

When Cold gently touched his face, Jimmy whispered, “I was good?”

“Very good.” Cold curled his hand around Jimmy’s neck, and his thumb traced along his jaw.

As he leaned into Cold’s grip, Jimmy lightly grasped Cold’s wrist. His stomach fluttered from the praise, and he petted the underside of Cold’s pulse point. Cold hadn’t flinched away yet and Jimmy sighed, wanting to hold on to this connection for as long as he could.

“Now. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Cold said, ending it all too soon. He pulled back and adjusted himself. He straightened his vest and then offered a hand to help Jimmy to his feet.

Jimmy’s muscles were the consistency of Jell-O, and he was very grateful to have Cold assist him. He loved how Cold’s hand felt in his and dared to give it a small squeeze. He wanted to tell Cold to go get a bowl to carry him in because he was about to melt from the attention. Cold’s arm felt strong around him as he guided him into the bathroom.

It was the size of Jimmy’s apartment, all black tile and stainless steel. There was a monstrous tub and a walk-in shower that a small group of people could have fit in.

The only light came from a series of small bulbs lining the edges of the mirrors hanging over the dual vanity sink. Jimmy was grateful for the calming atmosphere as Cold got him into the shower.

“Get washed up and come to bed,” Cold instructed, leaving him to bathe by himself.

Jimmy groaned happily as the hot water poured over him, and he leaned against the cool tile. He winced as he washed his body, his cheeks still a bit tender, but he stayed there for a long while, singing to himself as he enjoyed the steam billowing around him.

Jimmy lost track of the time, singing through at least three or four songs. He finally gave up the hot water and stuck his head out to find a thick black robe and a few towels waiting for him by the sink. He cringed as he realized Cold had probably heard him singing.

He quickly dried off and wrapped himself in the plush robe to scurry back into the bedroom. He could hear music playing from the other room, and curiosity gave him pause. Jimmy wanted to see what Cold was doing, but he’d been told to go to bed.

Didn’t mean he couldn’t sneak a peek on his way to bed, right?

Tiptoeing over to peer through the open doorway, Jimmy spied Cold sitting in the old recliner. The music was coming from his record player, a warm and soothing jazz tune. Jimmy didn’t recognize the singer, but she had a beautiful voice.

Cold didn’t strike him as a jazz kind of guy, but it was a pleasant surprise. Jimmy knew so little about Cold other than his nasty reputation and what Rowena had told him. Cold was not someone who was easy to get close to, that was obvious, but Jimmy was stubborn. He wanted to know everything about him, good and bad and everything in between.

Jimmy hurried to bed before Cold noticed him spying, diving right into the middle of the mattress. He spread himself out, wiggling around and working his way under the covers. Making a small nest out of the pillows, he yawned as he tried to drift off to sleep.

Though his body was drained, his mind was wide awake and whirring with a constant train of thought he couldn’t derail. He tried listening to Cold’s music, but Cold only played a few more songs.

Jimmy heard him come into the bedroom and turn off all the lights on his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Cold showered briefly and returned to bed, smelling of fresh soap and shampoo.

Despite still being awake, Jimmy was too tired to acknowledge Cold’s presence. His heart did a few somersaults though, when Cold scooted up right beside him. Their bodies didn’t make contact, but Cold was close, so close that Jimmy could feel his warm breath tickling his face.

Could Cold tell he wasn’t asleep?

It was dark, so perhaps he wasn’t sure. Jimmy didn’t want to disturb the moment, waiting to see what Cold would do. He remained as motionless as he could with his eyes closed tight.

Cold made a short sound, almost a laugh, and he pressed his lips to Jimmy’s cheek. It was a gentle kiss, sweet and warm, and it lingered for a moment. Jimmy couldn’t help but let a small murmur escape at the unexpected affection, overcome with bliss. He tried to remain calm, not wanting to give himself away.

Cold had kissed him.