Slowly my eyes, traveled down to the scar on his neck and I looked away. It would be hard to forget about what I did. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Jimmy brought his hand down and stared into my eyes. He smiled, “Why don't you come upstairs to my room? It's more private in there.”
I nodded, “Sure.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. It felt strange, having his hands on mine. For the longest time, I only saw him as a friend and mentor, nothing more. Now everything was different.
On our way up, I couldn't help but think about all the times we had stayed in hotels together before, when we were working. After what felt like an eternity, the elevator finally stopped on the top floor. I shook my head. Of course Jimmy would be on the top floor. He always had to have the best rooms.
I smiled, “Still like to live extravagantly, I see.”
He shook his head, leading me down the hallway. We stopped in front of room 623. “I wouldn't want it any other way.”
He quickly opened the door and we walked into his room. I sat down on the couch and watched as Jimmy kicked his shoes off. Within seconds, he was sitting beside me. He smiled, “So, what do you think?”
I shook my head, “It's just like old times.”
He nodded, leaned back against the couch and putting his hands on the back of his head. “It is, isn't it?” He looked around the room before resting his gaze on me. He smiled, “Gerard, we should team up again. We could take over the world.”
I nodded. That was what he had originally thought, too. We were the best out there, no doubt we would be able to completely take over. We could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. We wouldn't have to worry about rules. I studied his face, trying to imagine getting back with him. Slowly my eyes, traveled down to the scar on his neck and I looked away. It would be hard to forget about what I did. Maybe this was a bad idea.
I found myself thinking about Frank. Almost as soon as his name crossed my mind, I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. It felt like I was cheating on him. Even though we never actually said we were a together, it still felt wrong what I was doing.
I ran my hand through my hair as I thought about our night together. It was magical, the best I'd ever had. I glanced at the clock, he was probably awake by now. I could only imagine what he was thinking. He probably never wanted to see me again. I couldn't help but feel like I screwed something else up. It seemed like I would never be able to make the right choices, and I would end up being miserable forever.
I felt Jimmy's hand on my thigh, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up at his face. He frowned, “Is something wrong? You look like you're going to throw up?”
I shook my head and placed my hand on top of his. “Nah, I'm fine.” I pushed all thoughts of Frank out of my head. I already decided that I wasn't going to have anything to do with him. No matter how much it hurt. It was for the best. We could never be together because of what I am. It's too dangerous.
Jimmy smiled, squeezing my thigh. I watched his hand as it slowly traveled up my thigh, coming to a stop right below my crotch. I couldn't help but imagine that hand doing unthinkable things to me. Jimmy looked up at me, no emotions on his face, “Not thinking about that new guy of yours, are you?”
I shook my head, “Definitely not.” I couldn't take my eyes off his hand. I was just waiting for him to make his move. Slowly, his hand found its way to the button on my jeans. I watched, growing harder every second, as he undid my jeans.
Before he pulled my jeans down, he looked me in the eyes, “You better not be lying to me.”
I shook my head, my body was shaking with anticipation. I wanted so badly for him to continue. I didn't know how much longer I could take it. I bit my lip, watching him pull my jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal myself to him. I felt his cold hand wrap around my length, and I closed my eyes. I leaned back against the couch, arching my back as he began slowly pumping. All thoughts of Frank were gone. All I could focus on was the here and now, and how amazing it felt. I never wanted it to end.
I felt his hand leave my length, concerned, I opened my eyes. I watched as he sat down on my knees, before grabbing me again. As he continued pumping, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to my neck.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing his sides. I felt his free hand grab onto the back of my head. He sped up, and I let out a soft moan. His lips made their way along my collarbone, making me shiver. I squeezed him tighter.
I was about ready to go off. I couldn't hold on much longer. Almost as soon as I thought the words, I released all over his hand. I looked at him, panting. “God, Jimmy. I fucking love you.”
He smirked, wiping his hand on the couch. I leaned forward to kiss him, but he stood up. He walked to the coffee table and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. He turned to face me, “Want a smoke?”
I shrugged, “Sure. What not?”
He pulled a cigarette out and tossed it to me. I put it in my mouth while I pulled my pants back up. I left them undone. “Got a light?”
He nodded, lighting a cigarette for himself. Once his was lit he tossed the lighter to me and I lit up. I took a long drag, savoring every second. I hadn't smoked in almost three months. I told myself I was going to quit.
Jimmy sat down on the couch beside me and sighed, “Just like old times.”
I shook my head, throwing my arm around his shoulders, all thoughts of Frank gone. “Not quite. It's better.”