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You're the best that ever happened to me 6a/6
(Anonymous) 2011-12-26 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)---------
A couple of days later Stella and Veronica showed up at the Fort again, looking for Arcade. They had shown up every now and then, making him go out with them, standing him drinks, trying to get him to utilize one of the Wrangler’s choices of hookers, but even though he had firmly declined the latter, had gladly accepted the former to get his mind off unpleasant things.
Finding Jimmy in the Fort made them both shriek with joy and embrace both Arcade and Jimmy dozens of times, and after a lot of happy gossip all four of them went to the Wrangler where Stella declared she’d pay for anything.
“Celebration!” She laughed and ruffled Arcade’s hair. “Jeez, I honestly thought I’d never seen you smile again, Arc.”
Arcade exchanged a love-sick little smile with Jimmy and shrugged. “Thanks but... I mean, we’re not married or something.”
“Maybe you should”, Veronica piped up. “Really. I mean, you two were so obviously meant for each other...
Both Jimmy and Arcade blushed.
“I don’t think this is appropriate...” Arcade began but Stella’s eyes had begun to gleam.
“But Arcade... you told me...”
“Stella...”
“What?”
“I would like to tell him that myself, please. Besides, I’m not sure I’ve had enough to drink to continue this conversation.”
“That can be arranged!” Veronica was up and on her way to the bar in three seconds flat and Jimmy and Arcade exchanged another look. Before Arcade could apologize however, he noticed Jimmy grin.
Veronica came back with several bottles and she and Stella then started to drink and talk rather busily despite Arcade’s best efforts to stop them. Jimmy didn’t assist him, he just listened and drank, and at one point his head sunk against Arcade’s shoulders while a warm hand slid up his thigh, coming to rest a little too high up for Arcade to be completely comfortable with, what with them being in a public space and all. Thus distracted from the conversation Arcade was never able to puzzle together what happened next. At one point they had left the Wrangler, with Jimmy having slung his arms around Arcade and nuzzling his neck, all four of them stumbling and chuckling after emptying far too many bottles than was good for them, in Arcade’s opinion at least.
And then, two days later, Arcade found himself stand inside the King’s headquarters, in the large room he used for performances, wearing a white suit that Stella had produced from god knows where with Veronica in a stunning pink silk dress standing beside him and the whole room decorated with potted cactus flowers and bottles of various drinks, and him with his heart hammering inside his chest as if he was on his very first date.
The doors opened again and in came Jimmy and Stella, he wearing a white suit as well and Stella another silk gown that matched Veronica’s. Arcade felt like bolting, but at that point Jimmy caught his eyes and smiled. Everything else faded into complete insignificance and Arcade took Jimmy’s arm when he had reached him and both turned around to look at the King, smiling at them with outspread arms. His blood was gushing in his ears but Jimmy’s hand on his was the only thing that mattered right now.
“Dearly beloved”, the King began, and beside them, Veronica sniffled and delicately wiped her eyes with the back of her forefinger.
You're the best that ever happened to me 6b/6
(Anonymous) 2011-12-26 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)“You planned this, didn’t you”, Arcade said, idly toying with the ring that now sat on the third finger of his right hand.
“Ah... yes. I like to be prepared, you know. And now”, Stella announced. “My gift for you.”
“Gift?” Jimmy looked up. “You’ve given us plenty gifts already.”
“Oh well.” She laughed. “I like to give gifts. Here.” With that, she handed them an envelope. Arcade took it and opened it, and inside was a key card with a number.
“Honeymoon Suite”, Stella said proudly and pointed at the Ultra Luxe. “Yours for three days.” She winked. “And nights.”
“Good night”, Veronica said and breathed a kiss first on Jimmy’s cheek, then on Arcade’s. “See you in a couple of days.”
With that, the two women vanished into the Lucky 38, arm in arm and giggling as they high-fived, congratulating themselves on a job well done. Arcade could only shake his head but when he looked at Jimmy, smiling up at him in such honest delight with a tender look in his eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to care that Stella had been making plans to marry him off.
The two looked at each other and after Arcade had slung an arm around Jimmy and pulled him close, he asked: “Any more plans for tonight?”
Jimmy laughed softly under his breath. “Sure. But all of them require some kind of privacy... and you.”
Arcade had to laugh as well and they made their way towards the Ultra Luxe with fluttery stomachs and racing hearts.
It was so late that it was almost morning again when Jimmy, cuddled into Arcade’s arms, ran a hand down Arcade’s bare chest and sighed. “I have to tell you”, he whispered.
Arcade squeezed Jimmy’s fingers. “I’ll listen.”
And Jimmy told him. About the humiliation, the beatings, the lot of being a slave. About all the fear, the terror of being found out. About having been sold to a master who was also into men. How life had looked a little better for some time before their relationship was in danger of being uncovered. How that man had taken him out in the desert to shoot him. How Jimmy had managed to escape. How he had ended up at Westside, falling back to the only thing he knew: giving his body to others. How Sarah had picked him up and employed him.
Arcade could feel him tense and ran his hand through Jimmy’s hair when he told him about the life as a whore. There had been this one guy, a brute of a man, who had always left him bleeding. Others who had wanted a blowjob but who had last seen a washcloth about a year ago, and only from far away.
“And then you”, Jimmy concluded in a trembling whisper. “And I thought maybe this time it’s not going to be that bad but...” He broke off, his voice thick and hoarse.
Arcade ran his hand trough Jimmy’s hair again and as he turned around he could see Jimmy was losing the battle against his tears. He pulled him close and Jimmy rested his face against Arcade’s chest as he closed his arms around him and held him as Jimmy let the tears flow.
Arcade closed his suddenly burning eyes and buried his face in Jimmy’s hair. “It’s going to be all right, Jimmy. Everything’s going to be all right.”
“I know”, Jimmy said hoarsely and buried his face into the curve where Arcade’s neck met his shoulder. “I love you”, Jimmy whispered against Arcade’s skin.
Arcade held him closer and pressed a kiss into Jimmy’s hair. “Love you too, Jimmy. My love. God, I... I love you so much...”
Jimmy emitted a trembling, husky chuckle into Arcade’s skin and pressed a kiss on his neck. With a shudder Arcade closed his eyes again and focussed on the sensation of the naked body next to his, the soft hair brushing his shoulder and the unfamiliar but strangely reassuring feeling of the ring on his finger.
Jimmy’s next words, however, suddenly made Arcade’s eyes overflow.
“Arcade... You’re the best that ever happened to me.”
Arcade could do nothing but bury his face into Jimmy’s hair with a breathless sob. After a moment or two Jimmy lifted his head and when Arcade looked up, Jimmy pulled his face close.
Their kiss tasted of salt as their tears mingled on their lips.
Re: You're the best that ever happened to me 6b/6
(Anonymous) 2011-12-26 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)