Lucky Jim! - Part 1
"Won't they miss you down at the station, Jim?"
Oswald didn't really care about that, but it was something to say. He was rarely at a loss for words, but finding himself inside Jim's apartment – all alone with Jim, with no-one to interrupt them – suddenly brought home was what about to happen. He had begun to feel uneasy. He almost felt like running away.
He had made a really good job of 'seducing' Jim so far – much to his secret surprise - but meanwhile, he had neglected to remember his own relative inexperience in the bedroom! This suddenly scared him like nothing else had for quite a while.
After the fiasco with Ed, he had given up on any idea of romance, and Jim Gordon had been the last person he had expected to end up in bed with – despite his declarations to the contrary. He had baited Jim, expecting to shock him - but the tables had been well and truly turned!
He had never even been properly kissed until now. He had never had a lover before. Jim was the first….
"Nahhhhh –don't think so!" grinned Jim. "They are pretty much used to me disappearing on a regular basis – often because of you, I hasten to add!" He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and raised an eyebrow meaningfully.
"Ohh, Jim – stop it!" protested Oswald coyly. His cheeks started to feel rather warm.
Jim laughed. "There's no need to act all embarrassed, Oswald!"
Oswald found this a tad ironic. He was embarrassed, that was for sure - but acting, he certainly was not - for a change!
And it was Jim who was being cheeky and flirtatious now. The shoe really was on the other foot….
"I suppose you'd better take off your coat - if you're staying, that is!"
The last thing Oswald wanted to do was leave, despite his initial thoughts of flight. They had made it this far and there was now no way of going back!
So he nodded vigorously, removed his coat and handed this over to Jim, along with his jacket. He was very warm all of a sudden and he felt somewhat constricted…..he was finding it a little hard to breathe….
Before he left the room, Jim took a long look at the newly-revealed Oswald - the one now standing there before him in his waistcoat and shirt sleeves.
He smiled and looked him up and down with approval. Oswald looked back at him quizzically.
"Wow!" exclaimed Jim. He let out a wolf whistle.
"Wow?!" echoed Oswald. He pursed up his lips and frowned.
"Yeah, wow - like I said."
"Why 'wow'? And why are you whistling at me?!"
"I never realised it before."
"Realised what before?"
"I never noticed what a good physique you have!"
"Good physique?" Oswald repeated again, wide-eyed with incredulity.
"Yeah. Now you've taken off your jacket, I can see lots of things I couldn't see before!"
"Erm - like what, for instance?" Oswald looked down and examined himself for clues.
"Well, for starters - you've got a really trim waist and nice little hips. That waistcoat really shows them off."
"Hmmmmm" mused Oswald cynically. He really couldn't see it. He just wanted to look smart….
"And it's obvious that you have a nice straight back and shoulders - and you've got great posture!"
"Pffft!" Oswald scoffed, rolling his eyes and giving Jim his little tight-lipped smile. This was just getting too much!
"I'm serious! You really do look handsome."
"Honestly, Detective Gordon - you need a reality check!" Oswald teased, wagging his finger at him scoldingly. But he actually felt rather chuffed.
"OK, I'll drop it now. Don't want to make you feel uncomfortable - but you really should check yourself out in a mirror...you look great. Honest." He looked over Oswald again fleetingly.
Jim was serious. He meant every word - and that whistle!
It occurred to Jim that Mr Cobblepot was masking his sensual self with those stiff formal shirts and teasingly high wing collars. He sure was buttoned up - both literally and metaphorically - and Jim was just dying to loosen him ….again, literally as well as metaphorically….
Oswald's habit of wrapping his slender little body in richly coloured silks and, even with that pronounced limp, strutting around so proudly, with his head held high, suddenly gave Jim the idea that this man was not so much a penguin as a peacock. And now he was showing off his tail feathers to Jim in all their glory.
"Speaking of comfort - please, sit down," Jim invited, gesturing toward the sofa. "Oh, and pour yourself a whisky too if you like." He indicated the bottle and glasses on his sideboard.
He guessed that Oswald must really need a drink. And so did he….
Oswald's black outdoor coat weighed heavily in his arms. It was of exceptional quality and trimmed with soft, downy black feathers. It sure was an expensive, beautiful garment. The 'King of Gotham' had regal and exquisite taste.
He waited until he was alone with the coat and then he pressed the collar to his face. The black feathers lining the collar were soft and silky and smelt of sandalwood, with a hint of cedarwood. Jim closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, pressing the feathers close to his skin. The sensation and the scent reminded him so much of Oswald's soft, raven coloured hair. He remembered how that hair had felt against his fingers and his face during that first surprise spontaneous 'clinch' as he had cradled Oswald's head in his hands. He breathed in deeply again and then breathed out slowly.
The fragrance he inhaled was rich, warm and spicy - and very masculine. Jim was reminded that although he never thought of Oswald as an 'alpha male', he was still a man. He had called Oswald a 'monster' more than once but he was actually a warm, living, breathing human. And when he had taken Oswald in his arms for the first time, he had known that this human had the same basic needs as him.
And he now needed and wanted this human so much that it hurt.
His intense physical attraction to Oswald had grown and intensified so fast! It got stronger by the second. This longing to be close to him and touch and explore him carnally had taken him completely by surprise, but this surely must have been brewing up in his subconscious for quite a while. He had managed to fight this off for so long, trying to tell himself that Oswald repelled him, and that he was too dangerous even to risk or admit to having a friendship with. He knew he was bad, violent, and unlawful….and Jim was a cop, whose remit was to uphold the law and, so, to protect the 'good people of Gotham' from threats such as Cobblepot….so naturally, he should despise him - right?
But now he had to admit to himself, against all the odds, that this just wasn't true. Maybe it never had been. His heart was being gradually won over by a sociopath! His libido was already taken over, and seemed very keen to make up for lost time.
He couldn't make any sense of this at all. The strangest things were possible in this city, but this just had to top them all!
Logic had leapt out of the window, taking with it his self control and overturning his moral code completely.
He had found his own darkness and seen the light both at once with one crazy, impulsive kiss.
He had looked at Oswald and seen him in a new light, too. To Jim's freshly opened eyes, he looked nothing short of beautiful. His fierce, sapphire eyes had rendered Jim helpless in their power, striking him down like blue lightning bolts.
He suddenly recalled that he was supposed to extract some 'important information' from his 'little devil'. Of course, he had forgotten all about that. His mind - and his mouth - had been occupied in other ways….far more enjoyable ways!
He wondered if he could combine business with pleasure and get Oswald to reveal this information in bed.
But on reflection, he felt sure that Oswald was far too clever to give his secrets away just for a roll in the hay with his favourite police detective - no matter how excited he might get in the middle of things. He shouldn't expect any revealing pillow talk from him afterwards either.
And anyway, that was not his motivation for sleeping with The Penguin. Not any more. He just wanted him - big time!
"So. Here we are then - the gorgeous gay bad boy/horny confused cop combo!" he thought. He couldn't help smiling at the amusing alliteration. He wondered if Oswald would mind him sharing this with him later. The dapper, charismatic kingpin did have a sharp wit and a killer sense of humour, after all. He was well known for it!