Boardwalk Empire Fic: "Hole in the Sky" Part 2 (Jimmy/Richard)-NC-17
Title: "Hole in the Sky" Part 2
Fandom: Boardwalk Empire
Word Count: 10,443 between the two parts
Rating: NC-17 for gratuitous amounts of sex
Characters/Pairings: Jimmy/Richard
Disclaimer: I don't own anything BE wise.
Summary: Written for the Boardwalk Empire Kink Meme where the prompt called for a "Crossdressing Jimmy" but it really was a plot bunny of my own as well. *grin* It's an AU-Jimmy is forced to work in a brothel. Richard is a solider trying to get him out...Major h/c ensues!
Sounds filthy but I promise it's really sweet! :)
This is Part 2 out of 2. Part 1 is Here
I really wanted to write some Jimmy/Richard one shots. There will be more to come I'm sure and no I have not forgotten about "Sanctuary"-the last part should be posted soon.
Please don't forget to comment!
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Part 2
The second week rolls around and Jimmy should have known the madam would have caught on to Richard’s lingering, how’s he’s paying but not doing anything, not taking any escorts like he’s mocking them and exposing all of their sins. The madam seems to see everything even when she’s not around. She must have heard whisperings or one of the other escorts may have said something in passing about how Jimmy talks to him. The madam demands answers from Jimmy but Jimmy can’t say anything as he has no idea himself as to why he was granted his own personal guardian angel, why Richard was sent to protect: “someone’s investment” whatever that meant. She tries beating it out of him but then Jimmy can’t say anything at all, his mouth forgetting how to work.
He can’t work the next two days, his body too battered and sore and the madam threatens him anyway saying he’ll have to work twice as hard for the days he’s missing. Jimmy can only imagine Richard’s fright and worry when he doesn’t see Jimmy working downstairs. Jimmy cries himself to sleep telling himself its better this way.
On the third day Jimmy makes himself get out of bed. His bruises on top of bruises ache horribly and his untreated cuts and scrapes burn like they’re still fresh. His skin is yellowing and his head is throbbing but he makes himself get dressed, he doctors himself up, hiding all that he can behind makeup and cheap fabric, puts on his best heels and makes his way downstairs.
It’s crowded and Jimmy tries to hide his even more pronounced limp as he works the room, scanning the smoky bar for prospective clients, trying to block out the pain and the throbbing in his chest as he knows Richard is probably watching him in his pathetic state from somewhere in a corner. He sidles up alongside a prospective client, gently touching his arm, flipping the switch and sweet talk is tumbling from Jimmy’s mouth. The client can only shoot Jimmy wary disgusted looks at his broken appearance and shrugs Jimmy off, practically shoving him away.
Anger bubbles to the surface when Jimmy collects himself and Jimmy is about to round himself back at the rude asshole when he feels a gentle touch at his bicep making his heart stop. He follows the touch to a hand, follows that to a face and it’s the solider. Jimmy blinks at him wide eyed and lets Richard pull him away and into the corner of the bar. Richard backs Jimmy into the wall. Richard crowds over him, pushing him into the wall gently, their bodies so close together and Jimmy still can’t breathe. Richard’s warm eye sweeps Jimmy’s form and there’s a sadness there. He sighs heavily and brushes Jimmy’s cheek ever so lightly.
“I’m sorry. Hmph. I have a feeling this was my fault. Hmm,” he eyes Jimmy intently. Jimmy’s heart is pounding so fiercely he thinks it’ll burst. Having Richard here in this place is a blessing and curse but he wouldn’t want him anywhere else. Jimmy nods after a time after he finally is able to suck in needy breaths.
“The madam,” Jimmy whispers, “she’s catching on that you’re here every night and not taking any escorts. I think she’s a little suspicious. When I couldn’t tell her what she wanted…” Richard quickly cups Jimmy’s face in his usual way, tilts Jimmy’s face up to his and kisses him deeply, smearing his lipstick. Richard’s lips are warm and strange, inviting and exploring, the mask a little in the way and when Jimmy regains enough sense and tries to deepen the kiss Richard breaks away, his breathing hard. He runs his fingers over Jimmy’s bruised face gently, smiling.
“Hmph. Then I guess I better take an escort before she really, hmm, gets suspicious then,” his voice is unusually low, almost a whisper in the crowded place and Jimmy feels lightheaded, like his head has become detached from his body and is floating away and out of the room like a balloon. Richard crowds his space once more, his body all around him and he kisses and teases the sensitive area on Jimmy’s neck. “Will you have me?” Richard breathes into his skin in-between little nips and swirls of his tongue. Jimmy trembles slightly, repressing a groan at his words and his hot mouth on his neck. He feels all the blood in his body rush out of him and pool around and into his groin making him ache horribly.
Richard seems to press Jimmy impossibly closer into the wall and he’s moved to Jimmy’s jaw, nipping and kissing and Jimmy feels the world dissolve around him. “Yes…god, yes…why do you, oh god, even have to ask?” Richard is licking thick stripes into his neck and Jimmy feels him grin into his skin.
“Hmph. A gentleman should always ask.” And then Richard is taking his hand, Jimmy’s head still feeling too light, the room spinning and he’s not sure who’s leading who but they’re walking up the stairs. Jimmy’s body is numb but for a different reason this time. It’s because he feels almost uncertain and scared because he wants this man too much, a desire running deep.
Once the door to his room is closed Richard is on at him once, backing him into the wall slowly and devouring his mouth hungrily like he’s wanted this as much as Jimmy this whole time. Jimmy can only close his eyes, cling to him, open his mouth wider for him and let Richard explore. Richard is excruciatingly gentle, a hand on the back of Jimmy’s neck and on the side of his chest, fingers brushing over his ribcage. “I want this to be good for you. Hmm. I want to take care of you and pleasure you,” Richard breathes into Jimmy’s mouth in-between running his tongue over Jimmy’s. Jimmy’s cock throbs and Richard swipes his tongue slowly over Jimmy’s top lip. “What do you want me to do? Hmph. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Jimmy thinks this is ridiculous but he’s having a hard time thinking anything at all as Richard is running his fingers slowly over the smooth fabric of his dress, his other hand cupping Jimmy’s chin, pinning him to Richard’s hot mouth. Jimmy thinks the question is absurd. He’s the whore, the escort, the prostitute, the one that turns tricks on a dime, doing the wildest, dirtiest and most perverse sexual favors for money to pay off a debt that isn’t his fault. Richard shouldn’t even be here. As if to mock that point Richard rests his warm hand on Jimmy’s hip, his thumb caressing his hip bone and Jimmy’s engulfed in new heat.
“Hmph. You deserve so much better. Hmm,” he licks into Jimmy’s mouth and Jimmy digs half moons into Richard’s back and forgets who is. “You’ve been through so much. It was my fault. Hmm. Let me take care of you.” And Jimmy wants him to. He’s always wanted him to. Richard sucks on Jimmy’s bottom lip and Jimmy can’t help release a throaty, pent up moan. He winds his fingers in Richard’s hair as Richard ravishes Jimmy’s mouth until his lips are puffy and bruised. Richard moves to Jimmy’s ear. He licks the delicate insides making Jimmy shiver against the wall. “What do you want me to do? Hmph.” Richard breathes into his ear, his warm breath pushing into him.
Jimmy closes his eyes and groans in lust, clutching at Richard. “Touch me. Just touch me all over,” Jimmy’s voice is hoarse and almost a whisper and he starts to shake just thinking about Richard putting his hot hands everywhere he likes. Richard smiles against his ear and Jimmy thinks he nods a little. His warm hands are all over him then, searching him, exploring him and it’s different this time. It isn’t like when he was cradling Jimmy to his chest, searching for injuries. He’s touching him with need and desire and his breathing is hard against Jimmy’s neck, sweat on his brow. His warm fingers dust Jimmy’s exposed collarbone working up to the thin straps of his dress. He pushes a strap down and sucks at Jimmy’s exposed shoulder. He inches the strap down until it slips down to Jimmy’s arm. Richard runs his fingers down the length of both of Jimmy’s arms slowly. Jimmy can only rest his head back against the cool wall and focus on trying to breathe as his body is being swept up and away at Richard’s touch. Richard runs his big hands over the bodice of the short dress, thumbing Jimmy’s sides gently, teasing and bunching the silky fabric. His warm hands splay over Jimmy’s hips and Jimmy moans and shudders when Richard inches his hands slowly inward and circles his thumbs into the sensitive area of skin directly above his groin near his bellybutton, swirling silky fabric and hiking up his dress ever so slightly. Jimmy’s erection is pushing into his stomach painfully, throbbing against the lace panties and Richard’s hands are too close.
Richard kisses up from Jimmy’s neck to his jaw and then into his mouth, his warm thumbs continuing to make slow sweeps near his groin. “Please…” Jimmy manages to breathe out in a break from a needy kiss. “Please touch me,” Jimmy begs, his voice cracking with need, his legs quivering. Richard responds by ever so slightly hiking Jimmy’s dress up, tugging at Jimmy’s erection and capturing his mouth once again. It feels like an eternity before Richard slowly inches his fingers down and is brushing Jimmy’s length beneath the silky fabric of the dress with two fingers. Jimmy gasps into Richard’s mouth and Richard pushes him further into the wall. Jimmy can feel Richard’s erection pressing into him in their close proximity and fireworks seem to crackle at the sides of Jimmy’s vision. Richard explores Jimmy’s mouth and runs his fingers slowly over Jimmy’s erection, tracing and following his length from balls to tip and then back down again just as slowly. Jimmy can only moan, his body totally lost to Richard’s touch. Richard inches his fingers to the sensitive area just behind his balls and Jimmy cries out at the explosion of liquid pleasure rocking his body. Richard rubs him there, exploring him and Jimmy can only dig his fingernails into Richard’s back, his mouth open but no sound coming out. Richard moves his fingers back up slowly and then he’s enveloping him, fisting him through the dress and the frilly panties, tugging and stroking.
Richard moans deep from the back of his throat as he strokes Jimmy and Jimmy can’t take much more. He’ll come like this with Richard pressing him against the wall, his body all around him, his big, warm hand working his cock through too many layers of fabric and still he’ll come and a lot because Richard is actually giving him what he wants, pleasuring him but Jimmy wants more.
Through difficulty as waves of pleasure crash into him like the ocean Jimmy hooks a stocking leg around Richard. Richard opens his eye and regards Jimmy, all flushed face and wanton lust in his eye. Richard gets the hint after a moment and then Richard is wrapping his hot hands around Jimmy, lifting him up against the wall and Jimmy wraps his legs around Richard’s chest. Richard supports him, his hands gripping Jimmy’s exposed ass, his dress ridden up. They groan into each other’s mouths and Jimmy rubs his erection against Richard’s stomach, his needs like an all consuming fire. Richard leads them to the bed and Richard lowers them onto it. He lays Jimmy down and hovers over him, his eye hungrily roaming over Jimmy’s skin. He helps Jimmy remove his dress. He runs his hot hands over Jimmy’s thigh highs and garter, playing with the lace and straps that connect to the panties and Richard’s skin seems to flush brighter. “Fuck,” Richard moans and he licks into Jimmy’s already soaked panties, his pre come making them moist. “You’re so hot like this. Hmph,” and his teeth graze over Jimmy’s trembling cock. Jimmy can only close his eyes, a muffled scream on his lips, his head turned to one side on the pillow, his heart suddenly too big for his chest. It’s beating so violently as he feels Richard’s tongue and teeth over his erection, licking and biting at him through the fabric.
“Richard,” he pushes the words out, his lungs feeling like they’ll collapse. “you don’t have to…”
Richard groans in between long swipes of his tongue. “Hmph. But do you want me to?” and when Jimmy feels him stop Jimmy can’t help but whimper. The loss of Richard’s mouth on his erection is painful. “Yes,” Jimmy breathes out because he needs it and his mouth feels too good. The whole thing is insane Jimmy thinks. Jimmy is always the one giving head and giving clients what they want not the other way around. No one has ever done it to Jimmy in return.
Richard pushes two fingers back into that sensitive area right behind his balls, rubbing, the friction making Jimmy lose his mind and then Richard is mouthing him through the fabric. Richard’s mouth is hot and wet as he sucks at Jimmy through the fabric of the panties, taking him in deeper, his fingers rubbing rhythmically, his knuckles dusting his balls. Jimmy’s body decides it’s going to come soon. His body is too wrenched and twisted up with pleasure and he can only hear their broken breathing and the noise Richard’s lips and tongue make, the sucking noises as he works Jimmy in his mouth. Jimmy arches his hips a bit trying to fuck back into Richard’s mouth and Richard moans deeply from the back of his throat, faltering a bit at Jimmy’s movement.
He releases his fingers and mouth from him and Jimmy feels like his heart stops. He insanely thinks that Richard is keeping him alive by his touch and that he can’t possibly live without him pleasuring him.
Richard hovers over him again, his mouth glistening, hair a mess, eye glassy and lustful and face flushed. He captures Jimmy’s mouth again and Jimmy fumbles with the buttons on Richard’s uniform. They both help unbutton the shirt and Richard tosses it over the side of the bed. Richard hastily removes his shoes and socks. Jimmy takes off Richard’s glasses, moves to take off his mask and Richard stops him. “Hmm. It’s too ugly to see…” Jimmy kisses the side of his mouth, interrupting him. “My whole world is ugly. You’re beautiful to me in all this ugliness,” he reaches up and unhooks is mask, Richard meeting his fingers and helping him. They slip it off and Richard clings to him and kisses him deeply. Jimmy loves the feel of Richard’s bare chest pressed up against his-all hard muscle and smooth porcelain skin. Jimmy kisses Richard’s scars and deep lines that riddle his face and Richard shudders at his touch. Jimmy kisses a trail to Richard’s neck and starts unbuckling Richard’s pants. Jimmy’s cock is still leaking and throbbing horribly. Richard helps him and he removes his pants and boxers swiftly.
“What else do you want? Hmph,” Richard breathes into Jimmy’s ear, licking into it as he lies naked on top of him, his erection deliciously pushed into Jimmy’s stomach.
“I want you inside me. I want…I want to feel you inside filling me up.” Richard groans against Jimmy’s ear and bites at his earlobe. Richard shifts until his face is aligned with Jimmy’s crotch. He unhooks Jimmy’s garter with trembling fingers, groaning. He slides Jimmy’s panties down and off adding them to the collection of clothes on the side of the bed. Richard runs his fingers over Jimmy’s glistening reddened, erect cock and it’s like torture. Jimmy wants more. Richard wets two fingers in his mouth and Jimmy stares transfixed, hungry and needy, licking his lips as Richard draws out his fingers all wet and shiny. Richard hovers over Jimmy again, lowering himself, licking into Jimmy’s mouth and then Jimmy feels his wetted fingers enter him, pushing inside.
“Richard,” his voice breaks as Richard fucks his fingers slowly and gently into Jimmy. Richard’s other hand finds Jimmy’s cock and fists him. Jimmy can only gasp out in slight pain and pleasure and he feels himself unclenching and relaxing around Richard’s tight fingers, stretching around him, accommodating him. Richard works a rhythm, sliding in and out of him easier, going ever deeper and hitting his prostrate. Jimmy’s heart is beating a rough staccato in his chest and his breath feels punched out of his lungs. Jimmy feels he’s going over the edge. “Please,” Jimmy begs and thankfully Richard knows what he wants. Richard removes his dripping fingers and shifts position again. “Hmph. What do you want me to do?” and Richard licks at Jimmy’s quivering cock making Jimmy cry out. “Fuck…I want,” and Richard is doing something with his lips and teeth that makes the very world seem to tilt on its axis. “I want you deep in my ass, oh god…filling me…fuck…filling me up.” Richard takes him deeper in his mouth, humming around him, his tongue and lips moving over him like he’s ignoring Jimmy’s request. Jimmy’s lost to it, his mind vanishing, his body wracked with pleasure taking over. Jimmy’s about to say something as he’s dangerously close again when Richard releases him suddenly. Jimmy likes how Richard’s lips are dripping with his pre come. Richard’s own cock is leaking onto the white sheets looking long, thick and gorgeous and Jimmy wonders how it’ll feel. Jimmy starts to roll over onto his back when Richard places a hand gently on his shoulder stopping him.
“Hmph. I want to see you,” and Richard bends down and kisses him and Jimmy can taste himself on Richard’s tongue. Richard spreads Jimmy’s legs and shifts positions. Jimmy hooks his ankles around Richard’s back, his heels and stockings still on, the garter straps dangling at his sides. Richard hisses and moans at the slight pain the heels bring when Jimmy applies a little pressure as he lowers himself over Jimmy. Richard slicks up his red, trembling cock with his and Jimmy’s pre come and Jimmy’s legs start to shake a little with anticipation. Richard circles Jimmy’s sensitive, fucked open hole slowly with his slicked up cock and both men are groaning low and deep. When Richard pushes inside slowly both men gasp for air. Jimmy can feel everything, every minuscule as Richard goes deeper and deeper, his thick cock stretching inside Jimmy until he’s full to the hilt. Both men are sucking in breath like they’re drowning and Richard fumbles to find Jimmy’s lips through his closed eye. He pauses like he wants Jimmy or maybe himself to get used to being inside him but when Richard starts to move it’s glorious. He moves in and out of his slippery heat and Jimmy thrusts up to meet him. They’re making nonsensical noises, their breathing coming out in strange huffs, their bodies doused in sweat, grasping at each other for more, to go deeper. They meet a rhythm quickly and it’s marvelous, his cock moving into his slippery hole and Jimmy meeting him. Richard grasps Jimmy’s cock, working him in his hand and it’s like Jimmy is pushed over the edge. He comes in Richard’s fingers, on his stomach and everywhere entering bliss. Richard captures Jimmy’s mouth still moving quickly inside his heat until he feels Richard apply more pressure to Jimmy’s hips and then Richard is groaning into his mouth, filling and slicking him up with his hot release. Richard fucks him through it until Richard’s body is trembling slightly, his breath ragged and hot on Jimmy’s neck.
And they stay like this for a while. Richard is still inside him, his sweaty face in the crook of Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy’s ankles are still hooked around Richard’s back. Jimmy doesn’t want him anywhere else. He doesn’t want him to move. They stay like this and Jimmy likes the feeling of Richard going soft inside him. Richard kisses his cheek suddenly and smiles. When he moves out of him Jimmy can’t help but whimper and hiss with pain, missing his body all around him.
Richard shifts positions and fear stupidly grips Jimmy as he thinks Richard will leave him. He doesn’t thankfully. Instead Richard hovers over him once again. Jimmy closes his eyes, his body still trembling and jerking from the release, still humming and vibrating from Richard and his sex. He feels Richard’s tongue lick long stripes over his over-sensitized skin. Richard seems to get great pleasure as he licks and cleans up Jimmy’s cum from his flushed skin. Jimmy moans and wriggles on the bed, loving how his tongue feels on his skin and he almost stupidly wishes he was ready again. Richard is holding him down gently and is taking great care as he cleans everything meticulously, moaning as he does. He gently rolls Jimmy on his stomach after a time and then Jimmy can’t breathe again as Richard licks and probes his tongue into his fucked open and sensitive hole. Both men moan deeply as Richard licks up into his ass, probing cum out and then sucking and licking it out. Jimmy ruts into the bed and sweet Jesus fuck he feels he may be hard again. Richard’s tongue is hot, wet and slippery as it pushes in and out of him. Jimmy can only bury his face into the pillow, his fingers tight around his cock like they have a mind of his own and he comes and comes and comes…
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They lay together on the white, ruined sheets, a tangle of limbs. Jimmy exhales smoke that was trapped in his lungs and Richard holds him close. He smokes, watching it collect on the ceiling and he likes how Richard’s fingers skate over Jimmy’s skin like he’s trying to remember every intimate detail of him. Dawn is breaking and soft golden light filters in through the cheap curtains. Jimmy turns his head slightly to the direction. The rising sun is packed between two persistent clouds looking like they want to swallow the sun up. Jimmy smiles as he takes a drag.
It’s a hole in the sky. Something so beautiful and has no right to exist. So unique and precious and a peek into something otherworldly.
“I was sent to protect you. Hmph.”
Richard’s sudden words almost startle Jimmy. Jimmy extinguishes his cigarette and rests into Richard comfortably. Richard has one arm over him protectively and Jimmy sighs into him contently resisting the urge to fall asleep again against the miles of warm skin.
“I don’t understand,” Jimmy yawns.
“The man I work for. Hmm. The Commodore. He sent me to watch over you, to protect you.”
Jimmy twists his face up to look at Richard and Richard smiles at him faintly, his mask still off, his dark curls falling loose around his face. His fingers graze over Jimmy’s skin lightly and Jimmy practically purrs from pleasure. “James. The man I work for…Hmph…he’s your father. Your real father,” his always gruff sounding voice sounds pained. Jimmy can only stare at him wide eyed, going rigid in his arms. Richard feels him stiffen and pulls him closer, kissing his hair.
“But…how…?” Jimmy can’t formulate speech and it’s hard for him to latch onto Richard’s words. His real father? Jimmy knows Richard has no reason to lie but it doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense except Richard’s solid presence next to him and around him, surrounding him really.
“Hmph. He only found out recently. When he found out your step father, hmm, got into debt from gambling, couldn’t pay and, hmm, sent you to work it off he was furious,” Richard strokes at a trembling Jimmy in his arms. “He’s been working to get you out. Hmph. He thought if he just threw, hmm, enough money at the madam then she would release you but,” Richard shakes his head bitterly. “Hmph. It isn’t that easy it seems.”
“Why would he go through all the trouble? I mean I’m nothing…”
Richard squeezes Jimmy closer to him and smiles. “The Commodore is getting to be quite an old man. Hmph. He’s always wanted a son,” Richard eyes him intently. “You’re to take over Atlantic City. He wants to help you take back what was rightfully his and to overthrow Mr. Thompson.”
Jimmy’s mouth goes dry and his head feels dizzy. It must be a joke, some sort of mistake like a hole in the sky. Richard holds him close, lets him absorb his heavy words, murmuring soothing things into his hair.
“I’m an escort. Why would he want me to take any position of power?” Richard answers him by cupping his face, his familiar gesture, and kisses him. He smiles against Jimmy’s lips.
“You talk of yourself like you were never someone before, hmm, you got here. You are definitely more than just an ‘escort’,” Richard kisses him lightly. “Hmph. Like I told you before. Hmm. You’re not here by choice.” Jimmy is shocked, bewildered and emotional all at once. Richard’s words rattle him, awaken him like sudden light pouring into darkness or like the dawn’s light spilling into the room. “You’re very important,” Richard breathes into his skin. “Why do you think, hmm, the Commodore sent me to watch over you?” Jimmy’s eyes leak as if in a response. He has to believe something better is out there waiting for him, that something is better in his life than having Richard here with him now though he doubts anything can top it. Runaway tears slide down his cheeks and Richard nuzzles him close and whispers to him all the things Jimmy’s meant to do once he leaves this place. Jimmy finds himself relaxing further into him, his eyes closed and he drifts off to dreams of walking hand in hand with Richard as Jimmy leads them into a new empire.
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The wait is unbearable. Just knowing that freedom is so close is enough to drive Jimmy to the breaking point but Jimmy confesses it’s not all bad. Richard confesses to Jimmy that he can’t stand the thought of another man touching Jimmy so he pays to have Jimmy as his escort as they wait. The madam holds some sort of personal grudge against the Commodore, something that goes back a very long time about something the Commodore may or may not have said or done to one of the madam’s daughters. Whatever the exact reasons the madam will not give up Jimmy without a fight. Knowing that the Commodore wants to spring Jimmy free, wants to pay off his debt is enough of a reason for the madam to keep Jimmy as “an eye for an eye”. Richard is enraged by all this.
After an intimate time together Jimmy notices Richard polishing his colt that he sometimes keeps on him, staring angrily out the window. Jimmy tries to draw him back to bed but Richard only shrugs him off. “Hmph. This is not going to end well.” Jimmy rests his head on Richard’s thigh and glances up to the other man. “What do you mean?” Richard seems to grit his teeth and bite something back. He eyes Jimmy after a time. “How far would you go to be free?” Jimmy strokes Richard’s leg and thinks about that. “As long as I don’t lose you…I would probably do anything.” Richard smiles and there’s a glint in his eye, something Jimmy hadn’t seen before. Richard dusts his knuckle across Jimmy’s cheek. “You have a fighter’s spirit, hmm, and you say you’re just an escort. You’ll be a good leader.” Jimmy shares his smile and he feels his heart filling up at Richard’s praise. Richard smoothes and plays with Jimmy’s hair. “And you’ll never lose me. Hmph.”
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When the madam is found dead the next morning, a neat, clean bullet wound under her left eye, evidence of a sharpshooter, someone using a rifle with a scope some distance away on her Jimmy doesn’t question it. In fact he doesn’t feel anything at all except like weight he didn’t know he was carrying is finally lifted. He’s free. When Richard comes to collect him they don’t talk about it. The madam was a horrible human being, playing with people’s lives and bargained with Jimmy’s too many a time. She deserved what she got and Jimmy wouldn’t let remorse or guilt find a way into him. When Jimmy walks out of the god forsaken brothel after so long that Jimmy had forgotten, time literally stopping and having no meaning for him while he was inside, he cranes his neck up, closes his eyes, raises his face to the sky and feels the warmth on his skin-a feeling he long ago forgot. He feels Richard’s fingers slip into his own and squeeze. Jimmy smiles then, something deep and genuine and a laugh escapes him. It feels so good being released just like leaving the brothel; it was something in him wanting to be free.
Jimmy feels he can conquer anything with Richard standing next to him, his rock and anchor. They walk away together from the brothel and Richard drives him home and where that is Jimmy isn’t sure. Jimmy quickly learns that he has to become reacquainted with society but Richard is right there like always and he teaches him, teaches him how to live again.
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Epilogue
Jimmy has to learn how to relate to people on a normal basis again namely family. The Commodore is there and he teaches Jimmy gladly. The Commodore teaches Jimmy all that he knows, sharpening him and forming him into the “person he was always meant to be”. Jimmy and the Commodore get pretty close before the Commodore passes away a few months later. Jimmy knows what he has to do. With Richard by his side he ransacks Nucky Thompson’s estate, extinguishing the heavy hitters, everyone involved in raping their poor city and making a complete mockery out of it. Jimmy has the honor of personally killing Mr. Thompson feeling vindicated he was taking back what was rightfully his father’s now passed and carried on to Jimmy: “an eye for an eye”. Jimmy’s own life was taken from him and now he had it back and he couldn’t help but feel everything had come full circle.
Jimmy starts everything from scratch, doing his father proud, building it from the ground up, and utilizing everything his father taught him, Richard close by his side. They walk hand in hand among his new, honest empire and people respect and love Jimmy for it. He builds a new world just like he used to in his mind when he was alone for hours on end, locked up in his room dreaming of holes in the sky. He no longer has to dream it as he’s living in it. The sky’s the limit but for Jimmy it goes beyond that. There’s a hole inside that goes up even higher, beyond anything anyone can imagine and Jimmy and Richard are there, wonderfully content and happy with the life they made together.
Fandom: Boardwalk Empire
Word Count: 10,443 between the two parts
Rating: NC-17 for gratuitous amounts of sex
Characters/Pairings: Jimmy/Richard
Disclaimer: I don't own anything BE wise.
Summary: Written for the Boardwalk Empire Kink Meme where the prompt called for a "Crossdressing Jimmy" but it really was a plot bunny of my own as well. *grin* It's an AU-Jimmy is forced to work in a brothel. Richard is a solider trying to get him out...Major h/c ensues!
Sounds filthy but I promise it's really sweet! :)
This is Part 2 out of 2. Part 1 is Here
I really wanted to write some Jimmy/Richard one shots. There will be more to come I'm sure and no I have not forgotten about "Sanctuary"-the last part should be posted soon.
Please don't forget to comment!
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Part 2
The second week rolls around and Jimmy should have known the madam would have caught on to Richard’s lingering, how’s he’s paying but not doing anything, not taking any escorts like he’s mocking them and exposing all of their sins. The madam seems to see everything even when she’s not around. She must have heard whisperings or one of the other escorts may have said something in passing about how Jimmy talks to him. The madam demands answers from Jimmy but Jimmy can’t say anything as he has no idea himself as to why he was granted his own personal guardian angel, why Richard was sent to protect: “someone’s investment” whatever that meant. She tries beating it out of him but then Jimmy can’t say anything at all, his mouth forgetting how to work.
He can’t work the next two days, his body too battered and sore and the madam threatens him anyway saying he’ll have to work twice as hard for the days he’s missing. Jimmy can only imagine Richard’s fright and worry when he doesn’t see Jimmy working downstairs. Jimmy cries himself to sleep telling himself its better this way.
On the third day Jimmy makes himself get out of bed. His bruises on top of bruises ache horribly and his untreated cuts and scrapes burn like they’re still fresh. His skin is yellowing and his head is throbbing but he makes himself get dressed, he doctors himself up, hiding all that he can behind makeup and cheap fabric, puts on his best heels and makes his way downstairs.
It’s crowded and Jimmy tries to hide his even more pronounced limp as he works the room, scanning the smoky bar for prospective clients, trying to block out the pain and the throbbing in his chest as he knows Richard is probably watching him in his pathetic state from somewhere in a corner. He sidles up alongside a prospective client, gently touching his arm, flipping the switch and sweet talk is tumbling from Jimmy’s mouth. The client can only shoot Jimmy wary disgusted looks at his broken appearance and shrugs Jimmy off, practically shoving him away.
Anger bubbles to the surface when Jimmy collects himself and Jimmy is about to round himself back at the rude asshole when he feels a gentle touch at his bicep making his heart stop. He follows the touch to a hand, follows that to a face and it’s the solider. Jimmy blinks at him wide eyed and lets Richard pull him away and into the corner of the bar. Richard backs Jimmy into the wall. Richard crowds over him, pushing him into the wall gently, their bodies so close together and Jimmy still can’t breathe. Richard’s warm eye sweeps Jimmy’s form and there’s a sadness there. He sighs heavily and brushes Jimmy’s cheek ever so lightly.
“I’m sorry. Hmph. I have a feeling this was my fault. Hmm,” he eyes Jimmy intently. Jimmy’s heart is pounding so fiercely he thinks it’ll burst. Having Richard here in this place is a blessing and curse but he wouldn’t want him anywhere else. Jimmy nods after a time after he finally is able to suck in needy breaths.
“The madam,” Jimmy whispers, “she’s catching on that you’re here every night and not taking any escorts. I think she’s a little suspicious. When I couldn’t tell her what she wanted…” Richard quickly cups Jimmy’s face in his usual way, tilts Jimmy’s face up to his and kisses him deeply, smearing his lipstick. Richard’s lips are warm and strange, inviting and exploring, the mask a little in the way and when Jimmy regains enough sense and tries to deepen the kiss Richard breaks away, his breathing hard. He runs his fingers over Jimmy’s bruised face gently, smiling.
“Hmph. Then I guess I better take an escort before she really, hmm, gets suspicious then,” his voice is unusually low, almost a whisper in the crowded place and Jimmy feels lightheaded, like his head has become detached from his body and is floating away and out of the room like a balloon. Richard crowds his space once more, his body all around him and he kisses and teases the sensitive area on Jimmy’s neck. “Will you have me?” Richard breathes into his skin in-between little nips and swirls of his tongue. Jimmy trembles slightly, repressing a groan at his words and his hot mouth on his neck. He feels all the blood in his body rush out of him and pool around and into his groin making him ache horribly.
Richard seems to press Jimmy impossibly closer into the wall and he’s moved to Jimmy’s jaw, nipping and kissing and Jimmy feels the world dissolve around him. “Yes…god, yes…why do you, oh god, even have to ask?” Richard is licking thick stripes into his neck and Jimmy feels him grin into his skin.
“Hmph. A gentleman should always ask.” And then Richard is taking his hand, Jimmy’s head still feeling too light, the room spinning and he’s not sure who’s leading who but they’re walking up the stairs. Jimmy’s body is numb but for a different reason this time. It’s because he feels almost uncertain and scared because he wants this man too much, a desire running deep.
Once the door to his room is closed Richard is on at him once, backing him into the wall slowly and devouring his mouth hungrily like he’s wanted this as much as Jimmy this whole time. Jimmy can only close his eyes, cling to him, open his mouth wider for him and let Richard explore. Richard is excruciatingly gentle, a hand on the back of Jimmy’s neck and on the side of his chest, fingers brushing over his ribcage. “I want this to be good for you. Hmm. I want to take care of you and pleasure you,” Richard breathes into Jimmy’s mouth in-between running his tongue over Jimmy’s. Jimmy’s cock throbs and Richard swipes his tongue slowly over Jimmy’s top lip. “What do you want me to do? Hmph. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Jimmy thinks this is ridiculous but he’s having a hard time thinking anything at all as Richard is running his fingers slowly over the smooth fabric of his dress, his other hand cupping Jimmy’s chin, pinning him to Richard’s hot mouth. Jimmy thinks the question is absurd. He’s the whore, the escort, the prostitute, the one that turns tricks on a dime, doing the wildest, dirtiest and most perverse sexual favors for money to pay off a debt that isn’t his fault. Richard shouldn’t even be here. As if to mock that point Richard rests his warm hand on Jimmy’s hip, his thumb caressing his hip bone and Jimmy’s engulfed in new heat.
“Hmph. You deserve so much better. Hmm,” he licks into Jimmy’s mouth and Jimmy digs half moons into Richard’s back and forgets who is. “You’ve been through so much. It was my fault. Hmm. Let me take care of you.” And Jimmy wants him to. He’s always wanted him to. Richard sucks on Jimmy’s bottom lip and Jimmy can’t help release a throaty, pent up moan. He winds his fingers in Richard’s hair as Richard ravishes Jimmy’s mouth until his lips are puffy and bruised. Richard moves to Jimmy’s ear. He licks the delicate insides making Jimmy shiver against the wall. “What do you want me to do? Hmph.” Richard breathes into his ear, his warm breath pushing into him.
Jimmy closes his eyes and groans in lust, clutching at Richard. “Touch me. Just touch me all over,” Jimmy’s voice is hoarse and almost a whisper and he starts to shake just thinking about Richard putting his hot hands everywhere he likes. Richard smiles against his ear and Jimmy thinks he nods a little. His warm hands are all over him then, searching him, exploring him and it’s different this time. It isn’t like when he was cradling Jimmy to his chest, searching for injuries. He’s touching him with need and desire and his breathing is hard against Jimmy’s neck, sweat on his brow. His warm fingers dust Jimmy’s exposed collarbone working up to the thin straps of his dress. He pushes a strap down and sucks at Jimmy’s exposed shoulder. He inches the strap down until it slips down to Jimmy’s arm. Richard runs his fingers down the length of both of Jimmy’s arms slowly. Jimmy can only rest his head back against the cool wall and focus on trying to breathe as his body is being swept up and away at Richard’s touch. Richard runs his big hands over the bodice of the short dress, thumbing Jimmy’s sides gently, teasing and bunching the silky fabric. His warm hands splay over Jimmy’s hips and Jimmy moans and shudders when Richard inches his hands slowly inward and circles his thumbs into the sensitive area of skin directly above his groin near his bellybutton, swirling silky fabric and hiking up his dress ever so slightly. Jimmy’s erection is pushing into his stomach painfully, throbbing against the lace panties and Richard’s hands are too close.
Richard kisses up from Jimmy’s neck to his jaw and then into his mouth, his warm thumbs continuing to make slow sweeps near his groin. “Please…” Jimmy manages to breathe out in a break from a needy kiss. “Please touch me,” Jimmy begs, his voice cracking with need, his legs quivering. Richard responds by ever so slightly hiking Jimmy’s dress up, tugging at Jimmy’s erection and capturing his mouth once again. It feels like an eternity before Richard slowly inches his fingers down and is brushing Jimmy’s length beneath the silky fabric of the dress with two fingers. Jimmy gasps into Richard’s mouth and Richard pushes him further into the wall. Jimmy can feel Richard’s erection pressing into him in their close proximity and fireworks seem to crackle at the sides of Jimmy’s vision. Richard explores Jimmy’s mouth and runs his fingers slowly over Jimmy’s erection, tracing and following his length from balls to tip and then back down again just as slowly. Jimmy can only moan, his body totally lost to Richard’s touch. Richard inches his fingers to the sensitive area just behind his balls and Jimmy cries out at the explosion of liquid pleasure rocking his body. Richard rubs him there, exploring him and Jimmy can only dig his fingernails into Richard’s back, his mouth open but no sound coming out. Richard moves his fingers back up slowly and then he’s enveloping him, fisting him through the dress and the frilly panties, tugging and stroking.
Richard moans deep from the back of his throat as he strokes Jimmy and Jimmy can’t take much more. He’ll come like this with Richard pressing him against the wall, his body all around him, his big, warm hand working his cock through too many layers of fabric and still he’ll come and a lot because Richard is actually giving him what he wants, pleasuring him but Jimmy wants more.
Through difficulty as waves of pleasure crash into him like the ocean Jimmy hooks a stocking leg around Richard. Richard opens his eye and regards Jimmy, all flushed face and wanton lust in his eye. Richard gets the hint after a moment and then Richard is wrapping his hot hands around Jimmy, lifting him up against the wall and Jimmy wraps his legs around Richard’s chest. Richard supports him, his hands gripping Jimmy’s exposed ass, his dress ridden up. They groan into each other’s mouths and Jimmy rubs his erection against Richard’s stomach, his needs like an all consuming fire. Richard leads them to the bed and Richard lowers them onto it. He lays Jimmy down and hovers over him, his eye hungrily roaming over Jimmy’s skin. He helps Jimmy remove his dress. He runs his hot hands over Jimmy’s thigh highs and garter, playing with the lace and straps that connect to the panties and Richard’s skin seems to flush brighter. “Fuck,” Richard moans and he licks into Jimmy’s already soaked panties, his pre come making them moist. “You’re so hot like this. Hmph,” and his teeth graze over Jimmy’s trembling cock. Jimmy can only close his eyes, a muffled scream on his lips, his head turned to one side on the pillow, his heart suddenly too big for his chest. It’s beating so violently as he feels Richard’s tongue and teeth over his erection, licking and biting at him through the fabric.
“Richard,” he pushes the words out, his lungs feeling like they’ll collapse. “you don’t have to…”
Richard groans in between long swipes of his tongue. “Hmph. But do you want me to?” and when Jimmy feels him stop Jimmy can’t help but whimper. The loss of Richard’s mouth on his erection is painful. “Yes,” Jimmy breathes out because he needs it and his mouth feels too good. The whole thing is insane Jimmy thinks. Jimmy is always the one giving head and giving clients what they want not the other way around. No one has ever done it to Jimmy in return.
Richard pushes two fingers back into that sensitive area right behind his balls, rubbing, the friction making Jimmy lose his mind and then Richard is mouthing him through the fabric. Richard’s mouth is hot and wet as he sucks at Jimmy through the fabric of the panties, taking him in deeper, his fingers rubbing rhythmically, his knuckles dusting his balls. Jimmy’s body decides it’s going to come soon. His body is too wrenched and twisted up with pleasure and he can only hear their broken breathing and the noise Richard’s lips and tongue make, the sucking noises as he works Jimmy in his mouth. Jimmy arches his hips a bit trying to fuck back into Richard’s mouth and Richard moans deeply from the back of his throat, faltering a bit at Jimmy’s movement.
He releases his fingers and mouth from him and Jimmy feels like his heart stops. He insanely thinks that Richard is keeping him alive by his touch and that he can’t possibly live without him pleasuring him.
Richard hovers over him again, his mouth glistening, hair a mess, eye glassy and lustful and face flushed. He captures Jimmy’s mouth again and Jimmy fumbles with the buttons on Richard’s uniform. They both help unbutton the shirt and Richard tosses it over the side of the bed. Richard hastily removes his shoes and socks. Jimmy takes off Richard’s glasses, moves to take off his mask and Richard stops him. “Hmm. It’s too ugly to see…” Jimmy kisses the side of his mouth, interrupting him. “My whole world is ugly. You’re beautiful to me in all this ugliness,” he reaches up and unhooks is mask, Richard meeting his fingers and helping him. They slip it off and Richard clings to him and kisses him deeply. Jimmy loves the feel of Richard’s bare chest pressed up against his-all hard muscle and smooth porcelain skin. Jimmy kisses Richard’s scars and deep lines that riddle his face and Richard shudders at his touch. Jimmy kisses a trail to Richard’s neck and starts unbuckling Richard’s pants. Jimmy’s cock is still leaking and throbbing horribly. Richard helps him and he removes his pants and boxers swiftly.
“What else do you want? Hmph,” Richard breathes into Jimmy’s ear, licking into it as he lies naked on top of him, his erection deliciously pushed into Jimmy’s stomach.
“I want you inside me. I want…I want to feel you inside filling me up.” Richard groans against Jimmy’s ear and bites at his earlobe. Richard shifts until his face is aligned with Jimmy’s crotch. He unhooks Jimmy’s garter with trembling fingers, groaning. He slides Jimmy’s panties down and off adding them to the collection of clothes on the side of the bed. Richard runs his fingers over Jimmy’s glistening reddened, erect cock and it’s like torture. Jimmy wants more. Richard wets two fingers in his mouth and Jimmy stares transfixed, hungry and needy, licking his lips as Richard draws out his fingers all wet and shiny. Richard hovers over Jimmy again, lowering himself, licking into Jimmy’s mouth and then Jimmy feels his wetted fingers enter him, pushing inside.
“Richard,” his voice breaks as Richard fucks his fingers slowly and gently into Jimmy. Richard’s other hand finds Jimmy’s cock and fists him. Jimmy can only gasp out in slight pain and pleasure and he feels himself unclenching and relaxing around Richard’s tight fingers, stretching around him, accommodating him. Richard works a rhythm, sliding in and out of him easier, going ever deeper and hitting his prostrate. Jimmy’s heart is beating a rough staccato in his chest and his breath feels punched out of his lungs. Jimmy feels he’s going over the edge. “Please,” Jimmy begs and thankfully Richard knows what he wants. Richard removes his dripping fingers and shifts position again. “Hmph. What do you want me to do?” and Richard licks at Jimmy’s quivering cock making Jimmy cry out. “Fuck…I want,” and Richard is doing something with his lips and teeth that makes the very world seem to tilt on its axis. “I want you deep in my ass, oh god…filling me…fuck…filling me up.” Richard takes him deeper in his mouth, humming around him, his tongue and lips moving over him like he’s ignoring Jimmy’s request. Jimmy’s lost to it, his mind vanishing, his body wracked with pleasure taking over. Jimmy’s about to say something as he’s dangerously close again when Richard releases him suddenly. Jimmy likes how Richard’s lips are dripping with his pre come. Richard’s own cock is leaking onto the white sheets looking long, thick and gorgeous and Jimmy wonders how it’ll feel. Jimmy starts to roll over onto his back when Richard places a hand gently on his shoulder stopping him.
“Hmph. I want to see you,” and Richard bends down and kisses him and Jimmy can taste himself on Richard’s tongue. Richard spreads Jimmy’s legs and shifts positions. Jimmy hooks his ankles around Richard’s back, his heels and stockings still on, the garter straps dangling at his sides. Richard hisses and moans at the slight pain the heels bring when Jimmy applies a little pressure as he lowers himself over Jimmy. Richard slicks up his red, trembling cock with his and Jimmy’s pre come and Jimmy’s legs start to shake a little with anticipation. Richard circles Jimmy’s sensitive, fucked open hole slowly with his slicked up cock and both men are groaning low and deep. When Richard pushes inside slowly both men gasp for air. Jimmy can feel everything, every minuscule as Richard goes deeper and deeper, his thick cock stretching inside Jimmy until he’s full to the hilt. Both men are sucking in breath like they’re drowning and Richard fumbles to find Jimmy’s lips through his closed eye. He pauses like he wants Jimmy or maybe himself to get used to being inside him but when Richard starts to move it’s glorious. He moves in and out of his slippery heat and Jimmy thrusts up to meet him. They’re making nonsensical noises, their breathing coming out in strange huffs, their bodies doused in sweat, grasping at each other for more, to go deeper. They meet a rhythm quickly and it’s marvelous, his cock moving into his slippery hole and Jimmy meeting him. Richard grasps Jimmy’s cock, working him in his hand and it’s like Jimmy is pushed over the edge. He comes in Richard’s fingers, on his stomach and everywhere entering bliss. Richard captures Jimmy’s mouth still moving quickly inside his heat until he feels Richard apply more pressure to Jimmy’s hips and then Richard is groaning into his mouth, filling and slicking him up with his hot release. Richard fucks him through it until Richard’s body is trembling slightly, his breath ragged and hot on Jimmy’s neck.
And they stay like this for a while. Richard is still inside him, his sweaty face in the crook of Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy’s ankles are still hooked around Richard’s back. Jimmy doesn’t want him anywhere else. He doesn’t want him to move. They stay like this and Jimmy likes the feeling of Richard going soft inside him. Richard kisses his cheek suddenly and smiles. When he moves out of him Jimmy can’t help but whimper and hiss with pain, missing his body all around him.
Richard shifts positions and fear stupidly grips Jimmy as he thinks Richard will leave him. He doesn’t thankfully. Instead Richard hovers over him once again. Jimmy closes his eyes, his body still trembling and jerking from the release, still humming and vibrating from Richard and his sex. He feels Richard’s tongue lick long stripes over his over-sensitized skin. Richard seems to get great pleasure as he licks and cleans up Jimmy’s cum from his flushed skin. Jimmy moans and wriggles on the bed, loving how his tongue feels on his skin and he almost stupidly wishes he was ready again. Richard is holding him down gently and is taking great care as he cleans everything meticulously, moaning as he does. He gently rolls Jimmy on his stomach after a time and then Jimmy can’t breathe again as Richard licks and probes his tongue into his fucked open and sensitive hole. Both men moan deeply as Richard licks up into his ass, probing cum out and then sucking and licking it out. Jimmy ruts into the bed and sweet Jesus fuck he feels he may be hard again. Richard’s tongue is hot, wet and slippery as it pushes in and out of him. Jimmy can only bury his face into the pillow, his fingers tight around his cock like they have a mind of his own and he comes and comes and comes…
* * *
They lay together on the white, ruined sheets, a tangle of limbs. Jimmy exhales smoke that was trapped in his lungs and Richard holds him close. He smokes, watching it collect on the ceiling and he likes how Richard’s fingers skate over Jimmy’s skin like he’s trying to remember every intimate detail of him. Dawn is breaking and soft golden light filters in through the cheap curtains. Jimmy turns his head slightly to the direction. The rising sun is packed between two persistent clouds looking like they want to swallow the sun up. Jimmy smiles as he takes a drag.
It’s a hole in the sky. Something so beautiful and has no right to exist. So unique and precious and a peek into something otherworldly.
“I was sent to protect you. Hmph.”
Richard’s sudden words almost startle Jimmy. Jimmy extinguishes his cigarette and rests into Richard comfortably. Richard has one arm over him protectively and Jimmy sighs into him contently resisting the urge to fall asleep again against the miles of warm skin.
“I don’t understand,” Jimmy yawns.
“The man I work for. Hmm. The Commodore. He sent me to watch over you, to protect you.”
Jimmy twists his face up to look at Richard and Richard smiles at him faintly, his mask still off, his dark curls falling loose around his face. His fingers graze over Jimmy’s skin lightly and Jimmy practically purrs from pleasure. “James. The man I work for…Hmph…he’s your father. Your real father,” his always gruff sounding voice sounds pained. Jimmy can only stare at him wide eyed, going rigid in his arms. Richard feels him stiffen and pulls him closer, kissing his hair.
“But…how…?” Jimmy can’t formulate speech and it’s hard for him to latch onto Richard’s words. His real father? Jimmy knows Richard has no reason to lie but it doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense except Richard’s solid presence next to him and around him, surrounding him really.
“Hmph. He only found out recently. When he found out your step father, hmm, got into debt from gambling, couldn’t pay and, hmm, sent you to work it off he was furious,” Richard strokes at a trembling Jimmy in his arms. “He’s been working to get you out. Hmph. He thought if he just threw, hmm, enough money at the madam then she would release you but,” Richard shakes his head bitterly. “Hmph. It isn’t that easy it seems.”
“Why would he go through all the trouble? I mean I’m nothing…”
Richard squeezes Jimmy closer to him and smiles. “The Commodore is getting to be quite an old man. Hmph. He’s always wanted a son,” Richard eyes him intently. “You’re to take over Atlantic City. He wants to help you take back what was rightfully his and to overthrow Mr. Thompson.”
Jimmy’s mouth goes dry and his head feels dizzy. It must be a joke, some sort of mistake like a hole in the sky. Richard holds him close, lets him absorb his heavy words, murmuring soothing things into his hair.
“I’m an escort. Why would he want me to take any position of power?” Richard answers him by cupping his face, his familiar gesture, and kisses him. He smiles against Jimmy’s lips.
“You talk of yourself like you were never someone before, hmm, you got here. You are definitely more than just an ‘escort’,” Richard kisses him lightly. “Hmph. Like I told you before. Hmm. You’re not here by choice.” Jimmy is shocked, bewildered and emotional all at once. Richard’s words rattle him, awaken him like sudden light pouring into darkness or like the dawn’s light spilling into the room. “You’re very important,” Richard breathes into his skin. “Why do you think, hmm, the Commodore sent me to watch over you?” Jimmy’s eyes leak as if in a response. He has to believe something better is out there waiting for him, that something is better in his life than having Richard here with him now though he doubts anything can top it. Runaway tears slide down his cheeks and Richard nuzzles him close and whispers to him all the things Jimmy’s meant to do once he leaves this place. Jimmy finds himself relaxing further into him, his eyes closed and he drifts off to dreams of walking hand in hand with Richard as Jimmy leads them into a new empire.
* * *
The wait is unbearable. Just knowing that freedom is so close is enough to drive Jimmy to the breaking point but Jimmy confesses it’s not all bad. Richard confesses to Jimmy that he can’t stand the thought of another man touching Jimmy so he pays to have Jimmy as his escort as they wait. The madam holds some sort of personal grudge against the Commodore, something that goes back a very long time about something the Commodore may or may not have said or done to one of the madam’s daughters. Whatever the exact reasons the madam will not give up Jimmy without a fight. Knowing that the Commodore wants to spring Jimmy free, wants to pay off his debt is enough of a reason for the madam to keep Jimmy as “an eye for an eye”. Richard is enraged by all this.
After an intimate time together Jimmy notices Richard polishing his colt that he sometimes keeps on him, staring angrily out the window. Jimmy tries to draw him back to bed but Richard only shrugs him off. “Hmph. This is not going to end well.” Jimmy rests his head on Richard’s thigh and glances up to the other man. “What do you mean?” Richard seems to grit his teeth and bite something back. He eyes Jimmy after a time. “How far would you go to be free?” Jimmy strokes Richard’s leg and thinks about that. “As long as I don’t lose you…I would probably do anything.” Richard smiles and there’s a glint in his eye, something Jimmy hadn’t seen before. Richard dusts his knuckle across Jimmy’s cheek. “You have a fighter’s spirit, hmm, and you say you’re just an escort. You’ll be a good leader.” Jimmy shares his smile and he feels his heart filling up at Richard’s praise. Richard smoothes and plays with Jimmy’s hair. “And you’ll never lose me. Hmph.”
* * *
When the madam is found dead the next morning, a neat, clean bullet wound under her left eye, evidence of a sharpshooter, someone using a rifle with a scope some distance away on her Jimmy doesn’t question it. In fact he doesn’t feel anything at all except like weight he didn’t know he was carrying is finally lifted. He’s free. When Richard comes to collect him they don’t talk about it. The madam was a horrible human being, playing with people’s lives and bargained with Jimmy’s too many a time. She deserved what she got and Jimmy wouldn’t let remorse or guilt find a way into him. When Jimmy walks out of the god forsaken brothel after so long that Jimmy had forgotten, time literally stopping and having no meaning for him while he was inside, he cranes his neck up, closes his eyes, raises his face to the sky and feels the warmth on his skin-a feeling he long ago forgot. He feels Richard’s fingers slip into his own and squeeze. Jimmy smiles then, something deep and genuine and a laugh escapes him. It feels so good being released just like leaving the brothel; it was something in him wanting to be free.
Jimmy feels he can conquer anything with Richard standing next to him, his rock and anchor. They walk away together from the brothel and Richard drives him home and where that is Jimmy isn’t sure. Jimmy quickly learns that he has to become reacquainted with society but Richard is right there like always and he teaches him, teaches him how to live again.
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Epilogue
Jimmy has to learn how to relate to people on a normal basis again namely family. The Commodore is there and he teaches Jimmy gladly. The Commodore teaches Jimmy all that he knows, sharpening him and forming him into the “person he was always meant to be”. Jimmy and the Commodore get pretty close before the Commodore passes away a few months later. Jimmy knows what he has to do. With Richard by his side he ransacks Nucky Thompson’s estate, extinguishing the heavy hitters, everyone involved in raping their poor city and making a complete mockery out of it. Jimmy has the honor of personally killing Mr. Thompson feeling vindicated he was taking back what was rightfully his father’s now passed and carried on to Jimmy: “an eye for an eye”. Jimmy’s own life was taken from him and now he had it back and he couldn’t help but feel everything had come full circle.
Jimmy starts everything from scratch, doing his father proud, building it from the ground up, and utilizing everything his father taught him, Richard close by his side. They walk hand in hand among his new, honest empire and people respect and love Jimmy for it. He builds a new world just like he used to in his mind when he was alone for hours on end, locked up in his room dreaming of holes in the sky. He no longer has to dream it as he’s living in it. The sky’s the limit but for Jimmy it goes beyond that. There’s a hole inside that goes up even higher, beyond anything anyone can imagine and Jimmy and Richard are there, wonderfully content and happy with the life they made together.