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Slamming the briefcase on his desk, Jimmy makes a couple of plastic cups fall down, while he pulls the chair as far as possible to the wall of his makeshift-prison-like-office; and, runs a sweaty hand through his mess of blonde hair.
What a long day it has been and he hasn't even picked out his favorite dinner yet from the vending machines.
He pulls at his shirt to try and loosen up his tie, but he guesses he has over worn it as he hears it ripping at the front.
The hell with it; he roughly grabs the tie and rips his shirt and throws the clothing on his desk.
He leans back and opens the top drawer and shifts through some old junk mail, until he has the scotch whiskey in his hands. It is from his brother's collection, but he will not miss it if he doesn't know it's gone.
Jimmy smirks lightly and looks around for a glass, but eventually doesn't bother with one because truly does he actually have a fancy shot glass? No, not anymore; the one he had, he used it for a bribe. Anything now n' days is good for that. Not like he bribes people all the time. Of course not. He's still a lawyer, and a damn good one too.
He isn't sure of the time, but he's slightly drunk, so it takes him a second to realize that something is ringing in his pocket; oh, his pink phone..the new one for his potential clients.
"Good morning, Saul Goodman's office, what can I help you with today?; oh, hi Miss Turner, of course, I remember you; thank you for calling me back. Oh, no, no rush at all. Please take your time explaining more of your situation. "
He hears a knock on the door and slowly moves around his desk, but one of his chairs is in the way, so he partly opens the door.
Looking up from his slightly bent position, he sees Mrs. Nguyen standing there looking unhappy, which isn't news, but he realizes the problem right away.
He looks behind her and in the room, just standing there, is the handsome, wow, not the right word here, the intimidating, and very, very, likely up to no good, Nacho Varga.
What in hell is he doing here?
Jimmy absently wipes the sweat off his forehead and almost forgets that he's on the phone with his client.
"Yes, I'm here. Oh, of course, with the situation you are in no wonder; oh, no Miss Turner, I don't actually know how you feel. Right, of course. Yes, very stressful. But, tell you what, if you decide to take action, please let me know as soon as you can, so we can set up an appointment because my schedule is filling up quickly. Oh, really? Well, let me see what I can do."
Jimmy looks back at Mrs Nguyen who is staring at him annoyingly before she whispers as if it was some big secret.
"You have a client who wants to see you and he insists."
He looks at Nacho and the Salamanca member is eyeing him with some amusement like he finds his talk with his client funny, which is not; but, it's new to Jimmy to see him somewhat laid back because the last time he saw him, he definitely felt a vibe that he wanted to kill him for real that time when he thought Jimmy had ratted him out; yeah, that's the Nacho he knows best and he isn't too happy with a gang member interrupting him before he even has his dinner.
"Alright, Miss Turner. I have unfortunately only Wednesday available for this week, but that's because I cleared my schedule just for you. What do you say? Oh, and on top of that, I am happy to let you know I have a little discount for you for a massage place I know very well. But anyway, we can talk once you arrive and I'm confident we can make your case."
Mrs Nguyen makes a face and Jimmy shrugs, but hopes his puppy eyes help him out here though he isn't sure cuz most of the time, it doesn't work on this lady.
"On the house, of course, anything I can do, anything at all to relieve your stress. Great, good; see you Wednesday, 10 am? Fantastic. Have a lovely day, goodbye."
Jimmy closes his phone. He's a little drunk because normally it would bother him that they are both staring at his undressed state, but fuck it; he's given a tin sized can office, and they all expect him to move around in here, like normal?
"Hi, you caught me at a moment where I was changing. Could you give me a second?"
Mrs. Nguyen turns to the criminal and says in her customer service voice, "could you give him a second? He will be right with you; and, he's usually dressed."
Jimmy rolls his eyes before he looks over at Nacho, and the cartel associate gives him a curious look, one of those- checking you out looks, but it definitely cannot be that, so he's probably measuring him up or something.
He walks back to his office and throws the phone on his desk before going over to change; seconds later, he comes back to the door and finds that Mrs Nguyen is gone, and Nacho Varga is just standing there calmly drinking the cucumber water. How dare he!
A small drop of water runs down his lips as he looks up and puts the plastic cup down, half squishing it against his strong grasp.
Jimmy momentarily only has eyes on that single drop as it slides over his adam's apple and goes down his neck; he loses sight of it, while looking away and runs a hand through his mess of hair just to try and distract himself from the oddly nice scene.
"Ah, well, I see you went ahead and had a refreshment; alright then come on in."
Nacho looks at him nonchalantly, before following his lead.
Jimmy sits back at his desk and it feels quite bizarre because Nacho is just staring at him, as if he wasn't there; his mouth is slightly pulled down into a soft frown, so Jimmy guesses there is something on the guy's mind that's a little more personal this time, but less like..."I will kill you, I'm going to jail"- type-thing.
"Okay, hi, so what can I do for you?" Jimmy tries to help, though he's more than a little annoyed, since he really wanted to get some rest.
Nacho as if waking up from some daydream, looks at him, and his dark, mischievous, eyes intensify; he leans forward and supports his arms against the chair rest, so that he can put his chin on his hands; Jimmy sees how the criminal's black t-shirt exposes his built arms. He definitely doesn't want to find himself being a punching bag for this guy.
"We are even, however," Nacho starts and again his eyes drift a little before he looks sternly back at him as if Jimmy has something on his shirt. He looks down at himself but only sees that his shirt isn't exactly neatly buttoned up.
Jimmy leans his elbows against his desk and feels that his drink will make him extra talkative, but hopefully it's a good day and his mouth will not get him too much in trouble.
"However, I did tell you that if there is something you need, within the bounds of the law, of course, as I am actually a real lawyer, that I could be of service to you."
Nacho's eyes drift a little lower to Jimmy's shirt the second time and then to the bottle. He hasn't exactly had time to put it away, so he's a bit of a mess today, but not like it matters in this case.
"Do you always drink on the job?"
The cartel associate remarks and Jimmy thinks he sounds a little put off like he's disappointed in him. Huh, a criminal's criticism on this. Really?
Jimmy looks at him steady and puts his hands together, "technically this is supposed to be my dinner break; but, anyway, what can I do for you?"
Nacho glares at him.
"It's about my family; it's something personal. So, If you screw it up because your drunk, well, it's not gonna be good."
Jimmy's eyes widen a notch before he can stop himself; but, he isn't about to let this guy get the better of him in his own damn office, so he breathes out roughly and looks at Nacho with a stern expression.
"Right, like I said, I'm having a short break and I'm no light weight, so let's get on with it. If we're talking about something legal, I don't see how I can't succeed, but you have to be a little bit more specific here."
Nacho smirks before he looks ahead of him and his eyebrows furrow.
"I want him to have my money, but he will not take any of it," the criminal grunts back, and there is sadness in his gaze and it makes Jimmy lose his own sternest... damnit, he hates it when they get all sad like this..
"Who?"
Nacho's gaze turns even softer as if he was reminded of something in his childhood.
"My father."
Jimmy sighs but doesn't look away from Nacho. That wouldn't be a good thing. He has to be careful, but he will just have to tell him how it is.
"Okay, well, this is called money laundering if you want him to use that money, it's illegal."
Nacho's hands grip the sides of the chair.
"No, the money is clean. And if I say it's clean, you will believe me that it is. All I want you to do is find a way to give him the money, make it look like he got it from someone else because he doesn't want to even look at me when I start the subject to begin with."
Jimmy carefully lays his hands on his desk.
"Look, clean or not, this sounds like a family issue and not something you need me for; plus, I wouldn't know how to go about it, since I don't know your father, so out of respect and all that..."
Jimmy freezes all his thoughts as Nacho casually stands up and slowly starts to unbutton his shirt. He is taking his time before his chest and sixpack partially are on display now and Jimmy sees a little bit of sweat on his collarbone and for some reason a little sweat on Nacho doesn't look all that bad.
He blinks and pushes back his chair.
"Ah, hey, what are you doing? Because If you need to change or something.."
Nacho's well made hands go to his belt next and he slowly takes out his gun and puts it down on Jimmy's desk, and only then does he look at him.
His eyes are a soft dark brown, glittering with some odd emotion and if he weren't up to no good, Jimmy would say they were attractive....almost.
His mouth turns upwards and he leaves his gun on the desk and comes over, squeezing himself through the narrow place.
Oh, fuck.
Before Jimmy knows how to form those words out loud, or should he dare...Nacho is already in front of him.
Jimmy slowly puts his hands up. If this is the way they want to kill him, well, he guesses they don't want their shirts to get messy or use their guns on someone like him.
Nacho however looks down at him, and his eyes trail up his frame. If he is going to be judged for his looks too, Jimmy guesses he is already very fucked.
Nacho drops a casual hand to his shoulder and then oddly his hand travels to his hair, and he gently touches the back of Jimmy's neck, making him move forward.
Jimmy sees his lips come way too close to his own. There isn't much tenderness here though, how could there be? He doesn't really know him nor like him. It is however surprisingly hot when Nacho shoves him forward by grabbing his messy buttoned shirt and his lips end up at his ear.
"I don't want you to say no... alright? And, you know why that is..you annoyingly talkative, tough, blondie, little lawyer?"
Jimmy doesn't bother to move if this is it, but he will not lose his cool; something makes him stand up for himself in front of this man enough so that he doesn't lose his voice.
He puts his hands up like he's getting arrested.
"I got nothing. Alright? So, why don't you tell me because It looks like you really want to anyway."
Nacho moves back to look him in the eyes and suddenly a little odd amused smile crosses his full lips. He saw it in the desert once. He would say it looked good on him then too if he wasn't scared out of his mind at the time and that smile did seem to mean that he didn't really hate him all too much.
"Fuck. You're way too easy to scare," he whispers next and a little sigh escapes his mouth as he turns his head away as if he's annoyed at himself, but why?
He claps his hand against his shoulder and Jimmy doesn't know what to do, but he just stands there and lets him look him over. He can't be all that interesting, so hopefully the man will let him off the hook.
Nacho grunts to himself as if trying to sort something out, but he finally moves away, so he can cross his arms in his signature stance.
"Just do this for me you dumbass; be that good citizen and shit that you are and help me out just like you always do for everyone else that sets foot in this place."
Jimmy stares at him. Nacho almost sounds friendly..like they are old friends. His mood swings are a little scary though.
He says nothing, but the man doesn't seem to really care for an answer when he looks around the small office; he sighs again and walks back to the center of the room and discards his shirt in the process before he inspects the pull down bed.
"You really live here, don't you?"
Nacho smirks a little but doesn't sound unkind, just a little amused.
Jimmy blinks. Wait, what is happening?
The criminal pulls on the bed and it unfolds easily, and he doesn't bother to even look back at him as he lays down and stretches his muscular torso across his sheets.
Jimmy's eyes widen.
"Huh...I don't know how clean..."
Nacho looks up from the bed and suddenly chuckles and Jimmy's heart feels a little odd. He has never seen or heard him laughing before and it is dangerously in the verge of being a little bit... cute.
Oh, fuck. He can't think that about this guy? Can he?
"I really don't care; I just need to rest for a while," Nacho grunts and closes his eyes.
Jimmy always thinks he does care. The way he presents himself in his nice outfits and dress shirts and he looks like he takes a long time checking himself out in the mirror.
He finds his thoughts amusing to him, but the situation isn't really funny. He's going to be helping him out again because he has no choice now. The man looks innocent when he talks about his family, but he is nothing of the sort when he's connected to the cartel. He'll probably get himself killed and him included and probably it will not even be about the case in question, but for the fact that gangs in general are the brewing places of uncertainty and sudden deaths. Fuck. Why can't he just say no to him? Just once?
Jimmy stares at the gun. It's still on his desk, just laying here, casually, as if Nacho had forgotten about it or he's telling him something else by putting it out there in the open. But what? Does he think he wouldn't dare pick it up and use it on him?...well, he wouldn't, but that's besides the point.
He feels that stare. Nacho's stare makes his body unfortunately shiver, so he always knows when the man is looking his way.
Running his hand through his blonde hair, he gets up and takes a swing from his bottle before walking around his prison-like room and he can't believe what he's about to say to him as he looks at him with a frown.
"I'm going to help you with your money issue, since you insist on it or whatever that was you just did, but it will take me sometime to find the appropriate way to do it."
He glances up and Nacho's lips slid into a smirk, and Jimmy feels oddly happy to make him smile...huh, how corny.
Jimmy takes another drink and downs it fast. He hears Nacho stretch and turn on his side like he is really going to sleep.
"I know you would, but you can start on it tomorrow, since I'm sure you're fucking tired from saving all those lowly, and poor ass citizens; I know they await you so you can set them on the right path towards freedom and that 'America Dream' shit about some better life are whatever your sneaky ass tells them."
Jimmy's hand tightens on the glass. He doesn't consider that a joke at all. He knows it's not like that for him or his clients. They're usually lucky enough if things go their way. Yet, it's true, the system is shit, and it's far from ever being that dream, but he can use that to his advantage too and it's all for the right reasons; at least he tells himself.
Nacho's eyes close and he puts his arms behind his head.
Jimmy's eyes unfortunately travel up his torso. He's room has a small draft, so Nacho's nipples stand up at attention and they look lovely from here. He has a nice body. It makes Jimmy self-conscious, but fuck, he feels alright if he can just stare at him.
"I'm gonna stay here for the night."
What?! Jimmy's heart rushes to his neck..and he has a moment he has to steady himself before he can speak because this cannot be a good idea. It's been a while since anyone...
"Uh, well that may be..."
Jimmy closes his mouth. He isn't sure if he should say more. What is there to say? Does he have the means to kick him out? Not really.
Nacho's eyes half open, "I know it's not easy, and I don't blame you after what we went through together, but.... I'm never gonna actually want to kill you, so you can just fucking relax."
Jimmy's face feels hot. Oh, god, was that an actual compliment from him? He isn't sure, but Jimmy glances at the gun that's still laying on his desk, and he thinks that for someone like Nacho to just leave his gun...just like that, in the open, he is either an idiot or..
He walks slowly over and leans against the wall. Nacho looks nice on his bed. Maybe just for today he can just as well stay there as a decoration piece to his dull office.. dull life.
"Fine, but you must leave when we open tomorrow."
He cannot believe he's saying this.
Nacho's mouth lifts up and he grunts, "I wake up at 5 am each morning, so."
Jimmy nods and slides down the wall until he is sitting on the carpet. Hmm..he isn't sure when he had ever actually cleaned here.
It's quiet, and his eyelids feel heavy. The sun is setting though he doesn't actually know that, but the little hands on his watch glow in the dark. He got it as a gift from a client. That surprised him. He never once received a gift without needing to give something back in exchange.
The criminal turns and Jimmy hears a soft sound of what sounds like snoring.
He blinks in the dark. How has this happened that he has lost his bed tonight to the no good Nacho, and he's on the carpet instead and it's not even about a fight with some guy or girl over something he had said or did. His date life sucks.
He stretches his body and slowly takes off his shirt, making a pillow out of the thing.
There's a moment he can see it; all the money gathered in his arms. There's a sweet smell to them; it's like honey, and he hears the little green papers slowly standing up on little, tiny, legs and they start singing to him and he smiles happily. He is overjoyed by their kindness. He's rich beyond his dreams and he can finally go buy himself an island and move far, far, away from all the madness of the world.
"All mine.." he hears his own voice and someone grunts back in amusement and a slight hand touches his cheek.
"Hey, never said you had to be on the floor you dumbass lawyer, do you want to get sick or something?" Nacho's voice wakes him, but he's so annoyed that he reaches up and grabs on to that pretty neck of his, and feels an attractive nose bump into his face and there's soft skin underneath his grasp.
"Fuck off, I'm dreaming of money.." he says with a growl.
Nacho softly chuckles, but doesn't obey him at all as he feels himself being enveloped by his strong arms and he's half lifted from the floor, though he manages to adjust his footing, so he can partially pull himself up with the criminal's arm tightly secured to his waist.
"You're light, so don't bother" the man says softly and pulls him onto his bed, rolling him over so he's laying on his back, and Jimmy is awake now, really awake, seeing Nacho above him, and in-between his legs.
Fucking hell, what is he doing?
Jimmy's arms go up and he squeezes those muscular shoulders and he means to push him away.
"You're a dumbass.. get off," Jimmy whispers, but the man is built like a heavy weight, which is a little surprising and he just manages to touch his stomach and Nacho's body twitches under his attention...which is odd.
Nacho's eyes travel around his naked chest and to Jimmy's half unzipped pants. Really, he knows that he needs to find new clothes to wear. He had been lifting. Yeah, he had actually tried that. After all that messed up fights and encounters he had been in lately, he needed to be in better shape, though he hates it so far. It's too much work, so he has a lot to go before he can look like...
The criminal's index finger reaches forward as if he was pointing to something and he touches his stomach, running that finger up his chest, barely missing his nipple before he catches it in-between his nimble fingers.
What the...?
His brain can't comprehend.
Jimmy's eyes widen and he can feel his dick stirring at the pathetic attention.
"Get off," he finally hears himself say with much more authority, but he hopes that he sounds annoyed at least enough to stop him.
Nacho's eyes do not meet him. He's too much into what he's doing to him. Jimmy can feel his palm play with his nipple before dragging his hand down his side to his hip bone.
"Oh, I want to get off, and well..I wondered if you could help me out...yeah?"
Jimmy looks up in bewilderment at the way the criminal is whispering as if..what? He was aroused by him being here? He has to be kidding him.
"What? Me?," Jimmy grumbles and he feels suddenly put off as he grabs Nacho by the sneaky hand and pushes it back.
The man lets him do it, he could feel him relax in his grasp and he takes that opportunity to move against the bed frame.
Nacho's eyes suddenly soften and he puts his hands up, as if he is surrendering to a cop and Jimmy finds it amazingly a little adorable for him to do it in his presence.
"Oh, shit. Ah, well, I just...hmm...fuck it..when I think there is actually a chance that...well..."
Jimmy grumbles at Nacho's very unusual rambling and manages to silence him by moving forward and placing a finger to his stupid full lips and to his surprise the man shuts up right away. For fucking-christ-sakes, what the fuck is he talking about!?
Jimmy's eyes glare hard. It's been a while since he was really mad.
"You can stop trying to mess around with me like you actually find me attractive because that pisses me the fuck off," Jimmy feels himself hiss the last bit and his fists clench as he glares at him with all he's got.
But, Nacho isn't responding the way he thinks he should be. His hand reaches out and he touches the side of his face, and he stares at him with this intensity that he hasn't seen. His soft hand is light and he runs his eyes over Jimmy's face, lost in thought while totally letting him keep his finger against his mouth, not even moving away.
How is this man even real. Jimmy thinks..as he looks at is full lips and his beautifully unmarked face...his eyelashes are even long..and he sneaks his gaze to his nice trimmed waist...
Jimmy's finger drops slowly from his girly lips, making sure to reveal those way too perfect white teeth as he presses a little harder on them before he drops his hand. Yet, his other hand isn't cooperating at all as he touches the side of his torso and feels the muscles twitch under the contact of his fingers; ah, Jimmy can feel a taste of some hidden satisfaction from this...can it be an odd sense of empowerment in the totally impossible idea that Nacho is reacting to him this way? What would it be like to overpower this man for a second? Make him lose it...just by his touch?
Nacho's hand slowly drops and he looks at how Jimmy's fingers lightly touch his soft skin, while he finally answers him with a little bit of a sigh coming from his mouth before he speaks.
"Not sure what you're talking about, but..go ahead and do whatever you want with me.. if that's all you want because I'll totally let you do it."
Jimmy's eyes would pop from his skull if they could, but there is a moment of clarity for him finally and he grunts with half amusement and half irritation, as he shoves the man down on the sheet before he moves away to get up.
A hand suddenly grabs him by the forearm before he can move fast enough and Jimmy actually smiles bitterly, but he doesn't shove him off just yet because he glares at him and thinks of the only thing that is remotely much more rational about the man's odd behavior towards him.
"Jesus Christ, get some sleep and stop saying that to me you horny kid; if you want someone to get you off, and have some great night with, I have plenty of clients for you to enjoy; all you had to do is ask the right way about it."
Nacho's eyes are wide and beautiful, and filled with some emotion that he hasn't seen directed at him before, so he hopes he hasn't actually hurt his feelings or something, but he isn't going to be let on like that and be dropped like garbage after people take care of their needs and send him off on their merry way. Yeah, fuck poor, ugly, Jimmy, he can take it, but don't love him for any of it. No one wants that from him. Why would they? Yeah, have fun with him and then close the door in his face; fuck, make him walk back home on foot while he bleeds.
Nacho lets him go first and Jimmy still feels his eyes on him as he walks around the room.
"I can leave," Nacho says softly and Jimmy almost doesn't register that but he does.
He sighs and shivers; it's 3 am. He goes towards his desk and he pats the top of the papers and finds an old cigarette, but he isn't too sure if he can find a lighter for it.
He hears the bedsheets moving and before he can make himself look back at him, Nacho is near him, holding up a lighter and his gaze is calm and collective as if nothing had happened; are those his tactics or did he just rebound back to his usual self to ease the tension in the room for maybe his sake? No, that can't be it.
Jimmy leans in and lights his cigarette, feeling the satisfied release of tension as he takes a hit and stares beyond the room that he is in.
"You don't have to leave; just...well..just know I'm done with that kinda bullshit stuff; it's bad for my heart, like probably literally, so I'm not gonna be used by anyone and if you touch me again with out my permission, I'm not gonna help you, ever, again," he says calmly like he's talking about someone else before he sits back down on his bed and runs his hand against his face. Fuck it; if he's gonna get killed now, at least he wants to mean what he has to say.
But something is different about the air in the room and Jimmy looks up carefully to notice that Nacho is just scratching the back of his head, like he's a little out of his element when it comes to sharing feelings, and it makes him smile a little on the inside that the man seems to have some actual decency to care enough to feel bad, though he doesn't need pity either. Fuck that.
"I'm sorry," Nacho says softly and just stands there in the dark like a loser.
Jimmy huffs and stands up to reach for the fan that is above their heads.
Nacho is quicker though and he reaches up and grabs the string and Jimmy hand at the same time catches it too, so now they are holding hands.
"Thanks, I, ah..never have guests unless my clients have to meet me because it's not like even a one star or whatever in here."
They both smile awkwardly, and Nacho pulls the string and the fan turns on.
Jimmy lowers his arm and Nacho's soft hand is still holding on to his own and he doesn't seem to want to let him go.
The cartel associate is just looking at their hands before he pulls Jimmy to the bed and he makes them sit down.
He finally lets go and lays down to stare at the fan moving in slow rotations on the ceiling.
"Your fan isn't very good."
Jimmy half smiles and finds an ashtray and puts out his cigarette.
"Like I said, it's no great place."
"It's fine, I don't actually care about that stuff."
Jimmy slowly lays down, but damnit, his back hurts from that carpet.
"You alright?"
"My back fucking hurts you asshole."
Nacho laughs, but doesn't move; his eyes just travel around his face as if he is trying to figure him out.
"You really gonna help me get my father to take the money, yeah? Because even if my father hates me, as long as I know he's gonna retire in comfort like the rest of my family.... nothing else matters."
Jimmy stares at him; Nacho seems to actually care for his family.... isn't that a surprise? But, he feels oddly out of by it now like if that's all he needs then why bother being all in his face about it? His mouth forms s small smirk and he ignores his stupid, lame heart. "Ah, I mean you asked me, and I said yes, so yeah."
Nacho nods and smiles softly, "turn around, I promise I will do nothing that you don't want me to do, but I can help you with your back issues."
Jimmy freezes up, but it's not for a bad reason, wait what?
"It's alright," Nacho whispers barely for Jimmy to hear but he does.
"Fine, but that's all it is," he grunts in annoyance even though he feels stupid for being so easy about it.
Before he even manages to turn completely the other way, Nacho's hands are already on him. Jimmy somehow knows he would be good at this, as his large hands move expertly around on his shoulders, putting pressure just in the right places and he grunts before he can stop himself.
Nacho's voice is smooth and amused as he puts more pressure on his neck now and his other hand slides down his spine, "I'm good at this too; I was gonna be a massage therapist before I got sidetracked."
Jimmy can't help but smile, "hmm, quite a way off track there.."
Nacho grunts, but chuckles softly back, "yeah, I know, my family still thinks am gonna go back to school for it, but I like cars better, plus it's better for the business anyway."
Jimmy shivers as his hand moves up his spine before both his hands reach the sides of his head and he feels Nacho behind him, breathing a little heavy. Damn, he hopes he wasn't dumb enough to trust him.
His fingers are gentle yet firm as he rubs the right spots, releasing Jimmy from his upcoming headache. Yeah, he is fucking good at this.
He sighs, "it's never too late to do something else; but you do have to leave all the way."
Nacho's hands still and Jimmy feels his heart stop. Oh, maybe that was saying too much.
The cartel associate gently rests his fingers against his neckline and suddenly leans in and Jimmy feels his nose and lips on the back of his neck.
Oh shit.
But, then he feels his lips moving and he seems to smile against him and Jimmy shivers at the contact of that mouth brush his sensitive neck.
"You're still the kid if you think that's possible for people like me."
Jimmy feels his body lean closer and his fingers move down to his shoulders.
"Anything is possible with a little imagination."
Nacho is silent for a moment before he softly laughs against him as if he had made a good joke and his arm moves forward and he gently places it against his chest, but makes no other move; and, though he's slick like that to try to get closer to him for some reason, Jimmy just smiles in amusement, even if he's probably lost it for letting this man near him.
He feels himself drift, but before he thinks that he will be rudely interrupted again, he grunts back, "don't wake me up if I'm dreaming of money."
Nacho sighs against him, "and you say I'm the real bad guy here? Please, I have the good dreams," and his hand on his chest tightens just a little.
Jimmy sighs in irritation, "what did I say about.."
But Nacho thinks that he is talking about what he just said not the way he pulls closer so Jimmy could feel him spooning in the back, but his lower regions don't touch him.
"It's all good; all good dreams about you, so don't worry," Nacho sounds tired, but his words are almost carefree as he leans his head behind him and Jimmy feels his forehead against his neck, and he let's his words sink in before he drifts to sleep.
Fuck. Does he really actually like me?