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Five and a Sawbuck, part 5

It took him almost ten minutes to actually get Jimmy into the shower.

First, there was the standing in the middle of the living room, kissing each other and each of them thinking about Bobby. Probably thinking the same thing: kiss him, strip him, fuck in the shower. As long as neither of them said Bobby's name out loud, Bosco didn't care.

Next was breaking off the kissing and Bosco trying to get them steered down the hallway. That had started well; Jimmy had seemed eager enough. But then he'd stopped and gotten all concerned about Bos' shoulder again, asking him if he didn't really need to be more careful with it -- asked Bosco one more time if he was sure he didn't want a doctor looking at it. Jimmy had been a lot calmer than his rant earlier, so Bosco not only listened to him, but actually bothered reassuring him that he was fine. When Jimmy had still looked skeptical, Bosco had gone back to kissing him for distraction.

While that had worked, it hadn't gotten them any closer to the shower. But finally Bosco was able to nudge them in that direction without actually letting go of Jimmy for a few steps. Then, all at once the idea had seemed to sink in and Jimmy had grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the bathroom.

Which put them here: naked, hot water, hard cocks and Jimmy running a handful of soapsuds up and down Bosco's chest. He'd said he was just helping Bosco spare his arm, but Bos knew he was just doing it to torture him. The way Jimmy kept washing his chest, and his arms, and his back, and never once reaching down below his waist -- torture.

God, he was gonna come from just getting soaped up and Jimmy was gonna fall over laughing, then they'd be in trouble because he'd break his neck and Bosco would have to jerk off before he could throw a robe on and call the paramedics.

Maybe he should prove just how fine his left arm was, and jerk off without waiting for Jimmy to do anything. He wouldn't even have to peel himself off the wall, wouldn't have to move away from Jimmy, who was leaning in close and Bos could feel Jimmy's cock against his thigh as he moved. How the fuck was Jimmy waiting? Maybe he was insane. Wouldn't be the first time Bos had thought so.

Jimmy was rubbing his shoulders and neck, now, slick hands on his skin and if Jimmy leaned just a bit closer, Bosco could kiss him. Bosco turned his head a little, trying to encourage Jimmy, and got a hard, hungry kiss in return.

Fuck waiting. Bosco reached down and grabbed his cock, and pulled slowly. He groaned, and wanted to stand there and keep kissing Jimmy and jerk off. Jimmy didn't cooperate, though -- he moved back out of the shower spray and stood there.

Watching.

Christ. Bosco felt his cock jump again, and he kept rubbing his hand up and down, not moving out of the hot water even as it splashed in his face with Jimmy no longer blocking the spray. He heard Jimmy say something, and it was barely a whisper above the sound of the water. Couldn't make out the words, but his face was saying enough -- eyes glued to Bosco, staring at the cock in Bosco's hand with an occasional glance upwards. Mostly, though, he was watching every stroke Bosco made.

Bosco would have slowed down, torture Jimmy a little. But he couldn't make himself stop, couldn't even slow down when Jimmy started moaning just like Bosco was already doing, and Jimmy's cock was so hard you'd think somebody was jerking off him. Bosco leaned his head back and closed his eyes against the water, and just listened. Jimmy kept making those sounds, those same ones he made when he was fucking Bosco, only he wasn't even touching him and Bosco was jerking himself off in front of him and how in the hell had he never found out 'til now how hot this was?

He was gonna come, and he didn't think he even wanted to *try* to drag it out. He thought about Jimmy watching him, and before another thought could even form about what else he might or might not want to do, he felt himself coming. He didn't hold back the shout, didn't try to make sure he wasn't aiming -- oh, god, there it went again. He groaned and came so hard he nearly shoved himself away from the wall.

Suddenly Jimmy was right three, kissing him, and his hands were everywhere, on his cock now, and one on his ass holding him. Jimmy kept kissing him and apparently it wasn't just him who thought this was something they were gonna have to do a lot more often. Jimmy was still hard, so Bosco asked, "You wanna fuck me?"

He figured the way Jimmy blindly grabbed for the shampoo didn't mean he wanted to wash Bosco's hair. He turned around and braced himself against the wall, and felt Jimmy start fingering him with slick fingers. He had a thought about bubbles coming out of his ass if Jimmy fucked him hard enough -- then Jimmy had two fingers in him and he didn't feel like laughing.

Seconds later Jimmy was behind him, pressing himself inside Bosco, holding himself right there for a moment. Deep inside him, holding him with arms wrapped around Bosco's chest, Jimmy's chin on his shoulder.

It was perfect. When Jimmy pulled back and began fucking him hard, it was even better than perfect.

They somehow managed to get out of the shower without needing paramedics -- professionally, at least. Bosco wouldn't have kicked Bobby out of the shower, and the thought of Bobby and Jimmy both standing there, naked, hard...

They'd had sex again when they reached the bed. It was sort of inevitable the way Bosco's cock had reacted to the image he'd had. Afterwards, lying on top of the sheets and sprawled together -- Jimmy had very insistently made sure Bosco wasn't putting any pressure on his left shoulder -- Jimmy had asked him if he'd been thinking about Bobby, and Bosco had explained about the image.

They'd both agreed that if they couldn't seduce Bobby, then they were gonna have to hit the clubs and find a decent look-alike. Then Bosco had closed his eyes, feeling warm and exhausted and a hell of a lot better than he'd felt all day. He was pretty sure neither of them moved in the few seconds it took him to fall asleep.


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"Shhh. Easy, baby."

Bosco recognised the voice, but he had no idea what was going on. The world had just dissolved into red and black, and there were screams and sirens and someone -- must have been one of his brothers -- was holding him and talking to him. He shifted towards the source of comfort, feeling his heart racing and he realised he was waking up.

Waking up from a nightmare. With a sudden rush, Bosco opened his eyes and found himself in bed with Jimmy. His lover was pressed close, arms around him, and he recognised the voice from before as Jimmy's when he spoke again.

"You awake now?"

"Yeah. What--" He stopped as flashes from his dream hit him. He tensed -- then realised of course he'd dream about falling, about watching Bobby slip through his hands. He made himself relax, but Jimmy was already pulling him even closer and kissing him gently. Bosco let him, not minding having someone to hang onto while he tried to push the dream out of his head.

He lay there silently for a minute, before he heard Jimmy ask, "You all right?"

"Yeah. Think so." He shifted, not moving away so much as just getting more comfortable -- not clinging anymore because he *was* all right. More or less. Nightmares didn't bother him so much, but it was nice to wake up afterwards, with someone.

Jimmy kissed him again, on the forehead. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Nah. I'm good." Bosco was relaxed, now, and the images from the dream had faded. He could probably go back to sleep and not dream about it at all. He pushed away the brief thought of calling Bobby.

"You sure?" Jimmy asked again, but Bosco could tell that Jimmy didn't intend to push him. Bosco knew he'd understand about brain noise after a bad day, and that talking about stuff didn't make it stop.

"I'm sure." Bosco closed his eyes and left himself wrapped around Jimmy, letting him know that he really was okay. Jimmy hugged him, and gave him another kiss. He seemed content to just go back to sleep, and Bosco knew that tomorrow neither of them would be likely to say a word about any of it. Bosco opened one eye to peek over Jimmy's shoulder.

Seven a.m. was too late to be calling someone who worked the late shift, anyhow.