Lucky Jim Part 2

Jim went back into the living room. Oswald was sitting on the edge of the sofa with a large measure of whisky in his hand. He was cradling the glass and swirling the liquid around - he had clearly been waiting for Jim to come back before imbibing.

He glanced up at Jim and held his gaze for a second, then dropped it quickly.

Jim had felt Oswald's desire in that momentary look. There was no need for words. It almost took his breath away.

Oswald had thought to pour out a whisky for his host. It was sitting on the coffee table next to the sofa, waiting for Jim to taste it. He gestured toward it. "I thought maybe, you could use one too?" he ventured shyly.

"Ah, thanks," said Jim. "That was considerate!"

Oswald batted his eyelashes and smiled coyly. "My pleasure, Jim!"

Jim sat down on the sofa, next to Oswald but not too close. He didn't want him to feel crowded or smothered. That look he had given him had been so sweet and vulnerable, it had made Jim's heart turn over. He wanted to take Oswald in his arms right now, but he knew that if he did, they wouldn't make it to the bedroom. Oswald looked so dashing, and so dishy, without his jacket and he knew that if he embraced him, it would lead to kissing, and then frantic touching, and yet more kissing...and touching, and groping….then…..then….sex….there on the couch….somehow! The scene he visualised was a huge turn on, but it didn't seem right, somehow.

This step they were about to take was tremendous - it was a milestone, at least for Jim. He was full of trepidation, and Oswald seemed a tad nervous too. He hadn't expected that. He had imagined being pounced upon and ravished as soon as they got through the door - but no! His bad boy was actually quite tentative and unsure after all.

He wanted this to be done right. In his bed. He had almost taken Oswald right there in that alley! The thought made him slightly embarrassed, but, again, it did arouse him too.

But this was a special occasion and should be romantic.

He visualised gently undressing his gorgeous gentleman….taking off his silk tie, then unfastening every button on that exquisite satin waistcoat and that stiff, formal shirt, freeing his slender little body gradually from its shackles. And being slowly undressed himself by those surprisingly gentle fingers.

Then they would slide in between the sheets and make sweet, tender love to one another - slowly and carefully.

He just hoped that Oswald had some idea of how to go about it - because he was completely clueless!

In reality, he was sure that it would be clumsy - at least, from his side of things. He had no idea what he was doing - or why. He just knew that he wanted to do it.

He raised his glass for a toast. Dutch courage was needed! Oswald mirrored his action. They brought their glasses together with a soft 'Clink!" Oswald's eyes stared into Jim's - they were huge and wide with anticipation.

Jim felt his body heat up with desire as he looked into those stunning baby blues with their long, raven black lashes. How he hadn't noticed and appreciated the beauty of those eyes before was beyond him!

"Here's to...you and me!" He gave Oswald an encouraging smile.

"Yes - you and me - Detective Gordon." Oswald gave Jim an edgy little smile.

Then they drank.

Oswald knocked his drink back in one go. He gulped the liquid down hard and caught his breath. Then he held out his glass, gasping and indicating his need for a top up.

Jim poured him another large one. Oswald quaffed that one down swiftly too. He sat there breathing rapidly, his forehead glistening with perspiration.

"Steady on!" Jim laughed awkwardly. "You're not about to be executed, you know!"

Oswald sniffed nervously and passed his hand over his glowing brow. "No, I guess not," he grinned sheepishly.

Oswald had so wanted to be the one to take the lead - to take control. Jim had never indulged in this kind of thing before, of that he was certain. But then again, neither had he! After coming on so strong to him in that alleyway he now felt bashful, gauche and a tad vulnerable. He had no idea whether Jim knew about his inexperience or not.

Jim surmised that Oswald was feeling unsettled although clearly eager for something to happen. After Oswald's forceful approach earlier, he was still a little baffled at his now apparent hesitancy.

Jim finished his drink, put down his glass and prepared to initiate the proceedings. It was now or never.

He reached out and touched Oswald's cheek, which was very flushed and hot.

Oswald flinched momentarily, then smiled and stared at Jim with glazed blue eyes and parted lips.

"Jesus, his lips look so sexy!" Jim thought. But he resisted kissing them. He knew what would happen, and he didn't want it to - not yet….

"Erm….shall we….?" he asked tentatively, laying his hand lightly on Oswald's shoulder.

Oswald's eyes lit up like big blue stars. He gave a barely audible gasp of excitement. He was clearly relieved that Jim had made the first move.

"I thought you'd never ask!" he shrugged nonchalantly, with a cute impish grin.

Jim chuckled. He stood up and held out his hand. He smiled down at Oswald. "Come on then – Mr Cobblepot. Follow me."

Oswald looked up at Jim expectantly, his eyes shining.

"Where to, Detective Gordon? Am I under house arrest?"

"Yes you are. And I think it's my turn with the handcuffs!"

They both laughed. The tension was lifted at last. Oswald got to his feet, reached out and took Jim's hand. Then Jim led his shy little psycho away in the direction of the bedroom.

Jim grabbed the knob on the bedroom door and twisted it. He pushed the door open.

He turned round and took Oswald gently by the arms.

"Now - before we go in - are you sure you want to do this?" He wasn't sure what he'd do if Oswald said "No."

Oswald nodded vigorously, his eyes glistening with manic excitement. He was obviously more than ready….

"OK then. Let's do this. But first - just allow me…."

He released Oswald's arms and looked at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Oswald stared back at him and wrinkled his brow.

With a sudden, swift action, Jim came forward and swept Oswald up into his arms. His quarry started with surprise, staring up at Jim open mouthed and wide eyed, and then he slung his arms around Jim's neck, holding on tightly.

"My God - you are so easy to lift!" breathed Jim. He studied Oswald's face, marvelling at how exceptionally pretty he looked in his state of bewilderment.

"Well we don't want you putting your back out do we?" Oswald winked. He had regained his cheeky sense of humour and clearly wasn't afraid to use it.

Jim chuckled. "No, we don't!"

He gave Oswald a quick little kiss, shouldered the door and carried him over the threshold. Oswald grinned up at Jim, his big blue eyes sparkling with intense, delighted anticipation.

Then Jim closed the door behind them with a strong, determined kick and carried his cute little Cobblepot over to the bed.