Jim's Healing Hands

"You have….such sexy shoulders…." Jim illustrated his words by tenderly touching and stroking Oswald's shoulder blades, and then kissing in between them.

"Mmmm, lovely," Oswald sighed, "You can keep that up, Mr Police Detective…."

"You are lovely too, so lovely… Mr Cobblepot…." Jim moved his hands gently down Oswald's sides, feeling his body twitch and tremble at his touch. "Do you like that, too?" he asked, as his hands came to rest on Oswald's hips.

Through the reflection, Jim gazed upon Oswald's exposed chest and torso. He was reminded that it was completely hairless; smooth as white marble. He felt a springing desire within - and without...that he just couldn't, and didn't want to fight.

"It's nice," Oswald replied. "Very nice, Jim Gordon."

"The bruises..the cuts...where did they come from?" There had been anxiety and pain in Jim's tone.

"Oh, you know Jim - I forget!"

"No, really, Oswald…."

"I really don't recall. Let it go, please, Jim."

Jim had walked in as Oswald was undressing. His braces had been dangling around his hips and he had just stripped off his shirt. He was still holding the shirt in his arms.

Oswald had been lost in thought, pausing from his disrobing for a moment, and Jim had sneaked up on him - but of course, Oswald had spied him through the mirror as he had approached. He hadn't turned round but he had addressed Jim through his reflection, smiling at him saucily and greeting him playfully.

"Good evening, Mr Police Detective. You just caught me getting ready for bed. Impeccable timing, as usual…." he had purred, with a feline grin.

He had, of course, forgotten about the bruises and cuts….mere flesh wounds to him, which, sadly, he was far too used to now.

Jim had stopped for a moment and studied Oswald's sublime form: his beautiful bare back, slim waist and hips, and wide angular shoulders. The muscles in his slender arms were tensed and flexed. The sweet curve of his naked neck was just begging for Jim to kiss it. Jim had been filled with love and desire but when he had seen the marks of violence on his man's otherwise flawless white skin his ardour had been somewhat quelled.

"Don't worry about the blemishes, Jim - they will heal."

"Yes I know they will - but I hate to see them there." Jim planted slow, soft kisses on Oswald's raven spiked crown and his naked nape. Oswald closed his eyes and arched his neck.

"That's so good," he murmured.

"Glad to hear it. And now I'm going to help you heal faster - kiss you all better, Cobblepot."

"Mmmm, Jim…." Oswald breathed.

Jim traced the wounds with his lips and hands, pressing his mouth gently against Oswald's warm, receptive body.

Oswald felt the tentative pressure of Jim's mouth and fingers as they explored him. Jim's warm breath caressed his skin softly. He sighed deeply and his body quivered at his lover's tender touch.

"You're right - I can feel the hurt just melting away, James…oh, yes, I can…"

Jim put his arms around Oswald's waist and perched his chin on Oswald's shoulder. Oswald took hold of Jim's hands and squeezed them emphatically. They looked at each other through the mirror.

"Jim," Oswald said pointedly, " There is something wrong with this scenario - don't you think?"

"How so, Oswald?" said Jim, looking bewildered.

"Well, here I am, half nude, and you still with your shirt on!"

"Oh - right - I get it ," grinned Jim. "Yeah, well I'll soon put that right…."

Jim stepped away and began to undo his shirt buttons.

Oswald turned, grasped his hands and stopped him.

"Jim, Jim, please….allow me…." he smirked, peering up at Jim meaningfully.

And he unfastened Jim's buttons, kissing each inch of Jim's bare flesh as it was revealed to him.

"Oh - you're such a gentleman, thank you…" Jim sighed and stroked Oswald's shining raven black hair.

When Oswald had finished disposing of Jim's upper clothing he flung his arms around Jim's neck boldly and kissed him eagerly. Jim yielded willingly. He was very pleased to be taken by surprise by his now-not-so-shy little lover.

"Now, Jim dear….let's go to bed…." Oswald prompted, after their lips finally parted and their bodies told them that they just couldn't wait any longer….