Lucky Jim Part 3

"That's it….oh that's good….my raven haired beauty!"

Jim went crazy with passion as he found himself inside the body of the man he had always sworn he despised.

It had taken a while to get there, but they had figured it out. They had taken things one step at a time.

"Be gentle with me - I've never been with a man before!" Jim had said semi-jokingly, partly to warn Oswald; partly to lighten the mood; and partly to see what Oswald would say in response.

"Well then - that makes two of us!" Oswald had replied.

"What?" Oswald gasped, pausing for a moment, feeling Jim's thrusts stop at the same time.

They both lay still for a moment, panting hard.

"I said...my…"

"Yes, yes, I heard it….do you..do you mean it?!" Oswald reached up and stroked Jim's sweating face with a trembling hand.

"Yes, yes, of course I do!" breathed Jim, "But...let's not stop now!"

"Oh - OK!" Oswald began moving again, feeling the wonderful sensation of his lover thrusting strongly inside him again in response.

Oswald almost cried with joy. He raised himself up as far as he could and took Jim's face in his hands. "Kiss me, Jim!" he pleaded, with half-closed, misted eyes.

Jim answered his lover's plea very eagerly, pressing his wet, hungry mouth against Oswald's open, inviting lips. His tongue invaded Oswald's mouth, exploring it keenly. He felt Oswald's quick, frantic breaths and then felt him thrust his own tongue forward, tussling and tangling it with Jim's.

This was the best kiss ever! But suddenly, feeling himself close to finishing what he started, Jim regretfully pulled away to warn Oswald of what was about to happen.

"No, no, no!" cried Oswald desperately. "Jim….no….not yet!"

"Oh God…." Jim gasped, spending himself suddenly and violently. He had tried to hold back, but it had been impossible. He had been too far gone….too excited….

"Nooo!" cried Oswald. He had been so close..but now, it was too late….

"Sorry, sorry…." Jim embraced Oswald tightly and buried his face in Oswald's soft jet black hair, breathing in its beautiful scent. He felt himself pulse inside Oswald as they panted hard in each other's arms.

"It's all right," sighed Oswald magnanimously. "Really!" He gave Jim a little squeeze of reassurance. He revelled in the throbbing sensation inside him as much as he could. He knew it wasn't strong enough to bring him to his orgasm, but it still felt nice.

He was disappointed, naturally - especially as this had been his first time.

His body had not been fully satisfied, but his heart began to sing as he remembered Jim's words in the heat of passion.

"My raven haired beauty!"

He had always felt so ugly! Taran had called him beautiful, but she had left him - so he now may never be sure if she had really meant it or if she was just saying it out of pity. Many people treated him with nothing but loathing and revulsion, or just plain fear.

His mother had always told him he was handsome - but then again, she would, right? She was his mother, after all!

But to be called a 'raven haired beauty' by a handsome lover like Jim….a man who he thought had been straight….in every sense of the word - and anyway, who would never have given him a second glance?

It made him want to weep!

Jim withdrew slowly and carefully. Then they lay together quietly, curled up together snugly for a while.

"You are such a sexpot, Cobblepot!" murmured Jim. "I never….well, let's just say that I wish we'd got round to this sooner!"

"Me too. And - thanks so much for saying I'm a raven haired beauty, Jim! AND a sexpot!"

"No problem. It's no exaggeration. You are a beauty - and you are sexy! But - oh, you got the raw end of the deal. You didn't…"

"Shush now, Jim. My turn will come. You know as well as I that a favour has to be repaid!"

"Ohh, yeah. I know that, all right - Mr Penguin!"

Jim stroked Oswald's arm and then guided him gently over onto his back. "Speaking of which….there's no time like the present to make amends…."

His hand began to explore Oswald's body….slowly but surely. "Good grief - you do feel nice!"

"Do I?!" said Oswald, then whimpered and twitched with anticipation as he felt Jim's hand touching and travelling down his skin, heading slowly south….

"Yep!"

Then Jim stopped his action for a moment, peeled back the bedcovers and took a good look at Oswald's naked, exposed body. It was the first time that Jim had gazed upon his man's whole, bare self like this.

Oswald had bashfully refused to undress completely in front of Jim before they had got in between the sheets. He had allowed him to take off the waistcoat and shirt - and had trembled with joy as Jim had told him what beautiful skin and what a lovely body he had - but he had refused to strip off his pants, waiting until he had got into bed before removing them himself.

"My God, you're beautiful!" Jim proclaimed, with a sigh.

Oswald blushed. He was not used to being put on display like this and gazed upon so lustily. Or being commented upon so positively! He placed a hand over his groin self-consciously.

"Beautiful? Me? And what about that, then?" He nodded down pointedly at his hobbled leg.

"Yes. Especially that!" Jim reached down and tenderly stroked the 'offending article'. "And that thing of beauty you are hiding with your hand." He gently took hold of Oswald's hand and pulled it away. He stared at the hallowed place with delight. Then he placed his own hand there gently.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of - nothing at all - you sexy little psycho!"

"Ohhh," sighed Oswald, with a tiny tremor and a small sob in his voice. "Jim Gordon - you can't be for real!"

"Oh, yes I am…."

Jim began gently to kiss Oswald's throat and neck. "You sexy little man!" he muttered.

Oswald moaned softly.

"You do have such a sexy neck…." Jim told him, punctuating his words with ardent kisses.

Oswald was so turned on he thought he would explode. He arched his neck and quivered with pleasure. "Oh Jim, I can't take much more…." Oswald stopped talking as he felt Jim grasp his manhood firmly in his strong hand and then begin squeezing and manipulating it.

Oswald made a sound that he'd never heard come from his lips before.

"That's it baby - you like that don't you?" growled Jim from between gritted teeth. "I'm gonna help you now!"

Jim ran his tongue over Oswald's perspiring skin. He lingered on his chest and teased him in his most sensitive spots with his lips and tongue. Oswald gasped with ecstasy. "Don't stop!" he pleaded.

Jim didn't - it was the last thing he wanted to do. He pulled on Oswald faster and harder and kept tantalising him with his lips at the same time until Oswald's voice told him that he was nearing the pinnacle of his pleasure.

Then he went down on Oswald, taking him into his mouth just before his big moment arrived.

Oswald cried out and then gave a shuddering sigh as he released himself inside Jim's warm, inviting mouth. Jim took everything he had to give - and gave nothing back.

Oswald reached down and stroked Jim's hair. The last of him was spent and he felt so relieved!

Jim lay and rested his head on Oswald's stomach, enjoying the sensation of the light, affectionate movements of Oswald's fingers as they caressed his head. He'd had no idea that Oswald could be so gentle! He could stand this all night….

"Come back here and give me a kiss!" demanded Oswald suddenly, stopping his action, and Jim complied eagerly.

"You taste salty sweet, Mr Penguin," he murmured. He licked his lips with deep satisfaction. Then he kissed him.

"Mmmm, I am salty sweet, aren't I?!" Oswald observed, tasting the traces of his own essence left behind on his lover's mouth. He recommenced stroking Jim's hair.

"Your hair smells good," he said, "And it feels soft. What product do you use on it?"

"Ohh, just old-fashioned shampoo. Nothing else."

"I knew it! Boring!" chuckled Oswald, and kissed Jim's head affectionately.

"Ha ha!" Jim had to admit it to himself that he did feel fulfilled and relaxed. He loved this playful banter they were engaging in. It was so endearing! And he suddenly felt very protective of Oswald - fiercely so - even though he knew full well that he was a sociopath…..and that he had used Jim for his own ends many times. But, to be fair, he had used Oswald on occasions too.

Oswald felt pleasantly tired and chilled after the dramatic release of his endorphins.

Favours had been given and received. This time - he hoped - it was not for power, advancement or personal gain, but something deeper and more profound….something unselfish….maybe even love. Stranger things had happened!

Jim cradled Oswald snugly in his arms. Oswald's head was resting against his chest. He kissed his crown, breathing in the fragrance of his raven black locks. He commenced caressing their silky softness with a steady, rhythmic action.

"Mmmm," murmured Oswald drowsily. "That feels nice!"

"I'll keep it up then. Your hair feels nice too. Goodnight, Mr Penguin."

"Night night Detective Gordon." Oswald sighed sleepily.

Jim felt Oswald's body relax and his breathing deepen. He had fallen asleep already, worn out physically and emotionally. Jim was so touched that his modest little lover had wept with joy at being called a 'raven haired beauty' and a 'sexpot'. Jim had not been exaggerating.

He held onto him tightly, listening intently to the sound of his breathing, and enjoying the warmth and animal scent of his skin.

The slumbering body lying in his arms could not belong to a monster. That just wasn't possible. This was his lover. His sweet Oswald, the 'raven haired beauty' who now belonged to him, body and soul - for better or for worse.