Chapter 6

2 nights before the trip -

Jim cancelled all murders and bombings on that day, and stayed at home with John. It was all fine until John decided it was time to ask more questions:

'Jim...can I ask you some stuff? You don't have to answer, okay?'

'Yeah okay, shoot'

'Well, what made you become...a killer, like, a consulting criminal?'

'I suppose I'm mad John. I love the rush, and when people deserve it makes me feel all sorts of things. The money's pretty good, too' He said honestly.

'And... Doesn't it feel bad? Ending someone's life?'

'Oh John I don't know, I don't do the killing, I don't like getting my hands dirty. But if they deserve it I'd say no.'

Jim turned away from John, as his anger started to build. A quick text to Seb and the London eye was the next bombing target, he closed his eyes and relaxed the moment he got a text back.

He was a cold hearted killer, and it made him feel protected, that was why he did it, but John didn't need to know that.

After 2 nights of sex, food, telly and sleep, John and Jim prepared their clothes and weapons as they got ready to visit the brutal man that had affected Jim from such a young age

John needed to say something, before they went on this mission. 'Jim?' John asked, becoming more nervous.

'Yes darling?' Jim said, entwining himself with John, enjoying the feeling.

'Um, thank you... You know for telling me about all this, I know it wasn't easy.

I love you, I really do, and I don't know what I'd do without you.'

'Oh John. You're irresistible you really are, and I feel no regret for telling you because I'm never going to let you leave now, you're mine and I'd die without you. At some point, I'll let you top me, you don't understand how much i want you, but I'll need time, it's not because in greedy'

'I know' John whispered.

'...Jim... Do we have time to...? Well you know...' John said, blushing.

'Fraid not babe, well not completely, if you get my meaning' he winked as he thrusted fully clothed into johns crotch. John, gasping responded by rubbing into Jim as hard as he could.

They rubbed into each other, panting until Jim decided he would take control. He violently straddled John, dry fucking him as hard as he could, coming with a gasp, he kept rubbing until John reached his climax. 'Wow' the both thought. He straightened out his favourite Westwood suit. 'Well come on Johnny, let's make some visits' he grinned, kissing the incredible, unpredictable, unresistable man.