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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gotham_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Harvey_Bullock/Jim_Gordon
  Character:
      Jim_Gordon, Harvey_Bullock
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Consensual_Underage_Sex,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Adult_Content, Drinking, Implied/Referenced
      Underage_Prostitution
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-13 Words: 6438
****** No Shame ******
by deawrites
Summary
     Harvey takes care of his whores.
Notes
     Harvey's 32 and Jim's 15. Age of consent in the U.S. is typically 18,
     some places are less. Gotham will not be one of them. This is dark
     and I don't know why I wrote it but I did. Read the tags before
     jumping in please.
     All mistakes are my own. All kudos, comments, suggestions and
     criticisms welcome.
     To my wife, the only one I've ever been with and want to be.
Dix was never going to walk again, and it was Harvey’s fault. He was the reason
his partner ran into the building with only Harvey as back up. It was Harvey
who said there was no time to follow procedure; it was Harvey whom was arrogant
enough to believe that he was enough to protect Dix from Randall Willkie’s
attack; and it was ultimately Harvey that failed Dix. There was no family to
care for the older detective so once more it was up to Harvey to pay for the
care facility. Harvey was responsible and therefore had to stand up and be held
accountable for his mistakes
 
All of them; even now.
 
Harvey was drunk and there was no shame in that. There was no shame that Harvey
didn’t run to the bosom of his family to be told repeatedly a lie that he knew
was true. It was his fault. Harvey didn’t want to feel better, he just wanted
to feel. In the pitch of night in Gotham Harvey drove to the corners he knew
the girls would be working; his girls; he had come to think of them. Yet more
responsibilities to lay upon his shoulders. And why not? He was hemorrhaging
money to keep Dix in a good facility, why not use the remainder for drinks and
a few sexual favors from the whores of Gotham? Harvey didn’t deserve happiness,
but he did deserve to feel. Drinking might numb the memories, but his body was
still living. Harvey used the whores and paid them a little extra for
breakfast; gave the same ‘morning money’ to others on the block just because he
might utilize their talents at some point in the future.
 
Initially Harvey didn’t see him; the five-foot-five, blond with impossibly blue
eyes and a face angels were envious of. The kid wasn’t more than fifteen trying
to sell himself off at eighteen unsuccessfully. He stood in the shadows of an
archway and hunkered in the cold night in jeans that were painted on his lithe
form, and a button down that was far too small for him in length and more than
a few buttons. He had a thread bare hoodie on, and Harvey almost didn’t notice
him but when he stepped out of the door way one of the girls shouted at him to
shoo.
 
“We don’t need your twink ass around here taking up our customers. Go down to
Capital where the trans boys hang. They’ll share with you!”
 
Harvey stopped mid conversation and turned to look, his breath catching. The
kid was a vision but painful to look at. “Aw, c’mon Trina.” Harvey urged of the
woman who had fussed at him. “Cut the kid a break. He’s not hurting anything.”
 
“Except my pocket book, honey.” Trina sniped at him in response. Harvey slipped
her some morning money to ease her temper and turned to approach the kid. So
much for taking one of the girls’ home. Somehow it seemed strange to him to ask
one of the whores for a few hours of her time while the kid was standing within
hearing distance.
 
Harvey announced he was leaving and took the last bit of his pocket money in
hand to give to the kid. When Harvey reached him the kid’s eyes immediately
went to the badge clipped to Harvey’s belt. The only reason he didn’t bolt was
that Harvey hadn’t given any of the girls a difficult time or threatened them
with arrest.
 
“Here you go, kid.” Harvey stated pushing the money at him. “Take this and get
yourself some breakfast. You look like you could use a good meal.” The kid
could probably use several but upon closer inspection Harvey noted that the
build of the kid was athletic enough that he probably hadn’t been on the
streets very long at all.
 
“Please,” The kid stated instead not reaching out for the proffered money.
“I’ll give you the blowjob of your life; whatever else you want in your car.
But please, don’t leave me here. Choose me instead of one of the others. I
really need just a little time to get warm.” The kid pulled his plush lips into
his mouth for a few seconds and added, “I’ll make it more than worth your
while.”
 
Harvey opened his mouth to offer to take the kid to the nearest homeless
shelter and procure him a bed for the night. Had every intention of telling him
to take the breakfast money and that he’d give him a ride to Capital street if
he preferred, yet all that came out of Harvey’s mouth was; “Come on.” He placed
his hand upon one of the kid’s shoulders and lead him in direction of the
parked car. He handed the teen the money and told him to get around to the
passenger side. Once in the car he turned the engine over and cranked up the
heater. “What’s your name?”
 
“Jim.”
 
“Jim what?”
 
“What do you mean? It’s just Jim.”
 
“No, your street handle. Is it Jim the Rim-mer? Or something like that? You
know, what do you go by?”
 
“Just Jim.”
 
“Harvey.” He introduced of his self. “Okay? How old are you Jim?”
 
“Eighteen.” Harvey arched an accusatory eyebrow and Jim relented immediately.
“Fifteen.”
 
“Okay, Jim. All those incentives you offered me to pick you over say, the
Duchess there? I’m not interested. You’re too young and too pretty for me. I
like my girls with a little more, well, lady parts if you know what I mean.”
 
Jim nodded not quite believing what Harvey was telling him, or hoping too.
“Well, if you’re not into guys what can I offer you instead?”
 
“How about this? We go to this little diner I like and have breakfast. Cause I
could eat. You hungry?” Jim nodded. “Well, there you go. Breakfast it is.”
Harvey pulled off onto the street and they rode in compatible silence for
several minutes.
 
“Thank you.” Jim said placing his hands before the fan vents to warm them.
“It’s really cold tonight.”
 
“Yeah, tell me about it.” He was driving and hadn’t thought to offer his coat
to the kid until now. “You staying somewhere when you’re not, you know?”
 
Jim nodded, wondering if he was only so honest with Harvey because he was a
cop. “There’s a place a lot of us crash at.”
 
Great; the lost children of Gotham. Harvey’s chest ached at the thought, but it
was all par for the course. The things he was exposed to directly being a cop
was the worst that humanity had to offer.  “Good. I’ll have some place to drop
you off at when we’re done eating.”
 
Jim swallowed. “Yeah. That would be very nice of you. Thank you.”
 
“Don’t mention it.” They rode the rest of the way in silence and Harvey found a
place to park along the street. “Think you can stand being outside for a minute
or so? The diner is just on the corner. I can give you my coat.”
 
“No. It’s all right. Thank you though, that’s very kind of you.”
 
“I’m a freakin’ gentleman.” Harvey revealed sardonically as he opened the
driver’s side door. Jim waited for another breath before climbing out of the
warm car and into the crisp early morning air. “This way.” He directed up the
sidewalk and broke into a quick gate so that Jim could almost jog beside him to
keep up.
 
When they entered the building that boasted a neon, ‘Doris Diner’ on the roof,
there was only two other patrons in the place, both seated at the counter.
Harvey directed Jim to a booth and removed his coat and tossed it down on the
bench seat, his trademark fedora joining it as the waitress approached their
table.
 
“Hey Harvey,” A woman with the name tag ‘Doris’ greeted him. “You want the
usual, Hon?”
 
“Yeah, that be great thanks.” Across the table from him Jim was eagerly
absorbing the menu with his eyes, the laminated sheet having been set between
the condiments on the table and the window. “And get Jim here whatever he
wants.”  Jim’s hungry eyes stared at Harvey for a few seconds in awe before he
politely ordered three entrees, two sides and coffee with a water chaser.  “I
guess you got a hollow leg or two there Jimmy.” Harvey teased as Doris finished
scribbling the order down on her pad and exited.
 
Jim’s blue-gray gaze narrowed. “Please don’t call me that.” He snapped, and
Harvey held up a hand in surrender.
 
“Not a problem. I’ll stick with Jim from now on.”
 
“Thank you.” Jim praised calming instantly. Doris returned with their coffees
and Jim’s water. She smiled at Jim and then cast Harvey a questioning look.
Harvey shrugged, and Doris granted him a cute nod before leaving the two males
alone once more. “Thank you for taking me to breakfast.”
 
Harvey reached into his discarded coat and withdrew a silver flask. “Don’t
thank me yet.” Harvey unscrewed the cap and took a sip before adding, “You
haven’t tasted the food yet.” He capped the flask and squirreled it away once
more. “You from Gotham? Or did you matriculate here from somewhere else?”
 
“I was born here.” Jim revealed. “We left when I was nine and now I’m back.”
 
“But not with family?” Jim shook his head. “The girls on the corner tonight,
they always so welcoming to you?”
 
Jim nodded. “Trina says I keep stealing her clients.”
 
Harvey balked at this with a huff of disagreement. “She’s just jealous. You’re
prettier than she is, and it rubs her the wrong way.” He took a sip of his
coffee noticing that Jim was only cradling his own mug between his hands.  “It
helps more if you drink it.”
 
Jim blushed a little and looked down at the cup. “It just feels so good on my
skin,” He raised his gaze to Harvey’s. “I don’t know whether to drink it, or
climb into it.”
 
“Fall’s cold. You’ll be used to it again before winter.” At least, he hoped the
kid would. “Why’d you run away from home?”
 
Jim’s right cheek twitched, and he countered, “Why did you become a cop?”
 
“It was a calling.” Harvey answered flatly. “You?”
 
“I’m not a cop.” Jim said leaving the, ‘who in their right mind wants to be a
prostitute’ hanging in the atmosphere between them.
 
“Point taken.” Harvey toasted him with the mug of coffee and took another sip.
“I’m not college material, I have this thing about wanting to help people and
clean up this city a little, so yeah; I became a cop.”
 
Doris arrived with their plates, making a couple of trips with Jim’s order.
Once the food was lain out before them Jim gratefully met Harvey’s stare.
“Thank you for this.”
 
“No worries, Jim. Dig in.” Harvey snuck another sip from his flask and began
eating his own meal.
 
“My father died when I was nine. My mother moved my brother and I out to
Florida where she has family. She recently remarried, I graduated high school
early and decided to come home.” He shrugged looking away from Harvey to his
food quickly so that the older male could not read his gaze.
 
“The new husband mess with you?”
 
Jim’s bottom lip disappeared into his mouth and he was hunched a little in his
stance. “He was physically violent. Yes.”
 
“You fight back?” Jim nodded. “Good for you. Good, for, you.” Harvey agreed
seeing just how uncomfortable Jim was admitting such conflict. “My old man?
Left when I was about twelve. He was a true Irish father; drunk, abusive, and
unemployed. The trifecta that Ma didn’t want to handle anymore. See, there’s
nine of us and she could raise us better without his help than with it, so she
kicked him to the curb. Gutsy lady Ma. Sorry your step-dad was a bastard.”
 
“It’s a small matter.” Jim assured taking a few bites of food. It didn’t take
him long to consume one of the entrees.
 
“When’s the last time you ate?”
 
“Yesterday.” Jim answered behind a mouth full of ham. “You?”
 
“This morning.” Harvey had to sit and think about that. He had skipped lunch
and never eaten dinner either. “But I like to drink my calories normally.”
 
“Why? That a calling too?” Jim teased with a mischievous glint in his eye.
 
“Yeah, of the Irish liver.” Harvey winked at Jim. “Shuddup and eat. It’ll put
hair on your chest.”
 
“I have a few hairs.” Jim defended of the sparse dusting of darker blond he saw
forming at his breast plate.
 
Harvey snorted. “When you can grow facial hair, we’ll talk shaving.” Jim rolled
his eyes and returned to his meal. The kid was pleasant company and Harvey
wondered if he had been taught how to shave by his stepfather. Probably not,
but Harvey wasn’t looking to adopt any strays at the moment. Right now, he just
wanted to fill his belly, drop Jim at home, and sleep his nightmare of a day
off.
 
They chatted lightly as they could seem too, during the course of the meal and
over pie for dessert. The sun was going to be rising in a couple of hours and
the morning shift arrive. Harvey paid the bill and the two walked down the
street back to the car, once in it Harvey sighed deeply and was about to start
the engine when Jim placed his hand over Harvey’s to stop him. Harvey turned to
look into Jim’s features, which were intense in a way he hadn’t seen since Jim
had begged him to pick him up from the corner. Only the look was altered
somehow that Harvey didn’t want to categorize as desire.
 
“Harvey? Will you take me home with you?” Jim’s hand stroked up to Harvey’s
wrist before dropping to his leg. Harvey sat dumbfounded as Jim slid closer
across the bench seat and pressed his hand firmly, yet gently up his leg
towards the junction of his thigh and pelvis. “I want to show you how grateful
I am to you for tonight.”
 
“Jim.” Harvey warned elongating the name as he placed his right hand upon Jim’s
to stop him just as he reached Harvey’s crotch. “I told you,” Jim’s lips were
brushing light huffs of air over the sensitive flesh just behind Harvey’s ear.
“Not looking for company right now.”
 
“Then you wouldn’t have been on that corner tonight.” Jim reasoned brushing
feather light kisses down the column of Harvey’s throat.  “You weren’t trying
to feed us, you were trying to feed your desire. I can help you with that, so
much better then those ‘ladies’ ever could.” Jim’s hand slipped out of Harvey’s
grip and he easily pressed his hand between Harvey’s legs and began to massage
the area with his hand. “I’ll turn your world inside out.” He whispered sending
a shiver of want and need down Harvey’s spine. His cock began to fill with
blood and the rush left him feeling more than light headed. It seemingly
paralyzed him. “Jesus,” Jim whispered, his own voice tremoring with desire. “I
won’t need to fake calling you a ‘big boy’ now will I?” Harvey’s eyes closed,
and he released a shuddering breath. “I’m going to have to work to make this
fit.” Jim moaned as he dropped his head down towards Harvey’s lap.
 
Instinctively Harvey’s hand went to the back of Jim’s head, the other gripping
the steering wheel. He felt and heard Jim open his trousers and struggle to
pull his cock free. Jim hissed in pleasure and the next sensation Harvey felt
was Jim’s feather light breath and then the heat and slickness of his tongue.
 
“Holy, fuck!” Harvey exclaimed tightening his fingers in Jim’s hair and
instinctively pushing his face downward.
 
His hips jutted a little, raising and Jim moaned in response and licked up the
protruding vein on the underside of Harvey’s cock. His right hand had a gentle
grip of the base and he began to mouth and suck at Harvey’s large cock growing
with confidence each passing second. Harvey’s head tilted back in the seat and
he groaned out to the ceiling of the car with repressed passion. Never in his
life had Harvey received such a toe curling, mind blowing, body melting, blow
job. He didn’t want it to end, and Jim seemed to sense this, keeping Harvey on
the precipice of an orgasm for what seemed like hours. The inside of the
windows on the car were coated in condensation, shielding their actions from
the outside world. Jim’s head was bobbing up and down, then he would slow his
actions and swallow as much of Harvey as he could, further and further down his
throat with each attempt. All the while Jim was moaning like their situations
were reversed. When the inevitable did occur, Harvey would be ashamed later to
realize that he had pushed down on the back of Jim’s head as he thrust up into
his throat and came harder than he had since he was a teenager himself. Panting
and over sensitized Harvey had to stop Jim from continuing to milk him. He
composed himself back into his trousers while Jim sat up and wiped his mouth on
the sleeve of his hoodie.
 
“Thank you, Harvey.” Jim stated his voice rough and smile far from anything
innocent. His eyes were still blown with lust and Harvey panted, attempting to
get his breathing back to normal while staring into Jim’s angelic features.
“It’s been so long since I’ve wanted blow someone. It was amazing.”
 
“Yeah, you warned me about that.” Harvey uttered before clearing his throat and
steadying his voice. “You didn’t have to do that. I told you, I’m not into
guys.”
 
“I know. But I wanted to make you feel good. I needed too.” Jim gave a bashful
shrug and ended with, “I’ll do it again too in a heartbeat. You just need to
tell me.”
 
Harvey gave this no response as he racked his hands back through his thick red
hair, knocking his fedora off and into the backseat.  “I’ll get you home,
Junior. After that? You gotta be exhausted.”
 
Jim chuckled mirthlessly at this. “I wasn’t the one that came.” Harvey noticed
that there was a definite bulge in Jim’s jeans that had not been there
previously. “Don’t worry. I can handle it on my own.” Harvey wasn’t aware he
had been looking at Jim nervously.
 
He started the car. “I don’t doubt you can handle yourself, Kid. Not at all.”
 
“Please don’t call me that.” Jim requested. “Junior was okay, but kid?” Jim
shook his head.
 
“Deal.” Harvey accepted turning on the defrost. “This is gonna take a minute.
You okay with that?”
 
Jim curled up a little on the seat back on his side of the car. “Are you taking
me to your place?” Harvey nodded before he could censor himself. “Then I’m
fine.” Harvey wasn’t so certain that he was going to be ever again.
 
The drive to Harvey’s shit hole apartment was a quiet one. Jim was slightly
squirming in his seat before they arrived, but Harvey sympathized with the poor
teen as he knew that he was suffering a little. Harvey resolutely elected not
to think about his own part in that torture, the shame was warming in his
features. and he knew that he would have to go to confession because this; was
a venal sin if ever there was one. Harvey actually felt badly that he wasn’t
the tidiest housekeeper on the block, but then again, he was rarely home but to
eat something, shower, change his clothing or sleep. Jim took off his hoodie
and lay it on a soft chair and motioned to a door.
 
“Is the bathroom through there?”
 
“Bedroom, then bathroom. Yeah. You gotta go?”
 
Jim shook his head. “I would really kill for a hot shower about now.” Hope
shown clearly in Jim’s gaze as well as his expression and Harvey shouldered off
his coat.
 
“I won’t stop you. I think there’s clean towels above the toilet. Not sure.”
Jim thanked him and when he strolled away Harvey could see there was a slight
sway to his hips in those jeans that did look painted on. He shook the thought
away and hung up his coat as Jim called his gratitude to him from the next
room. “Don’t mention it!” Harvey shouted back and stuck his fedora on the
kitchen table. There was mail and a half empty whiskey bottle on it with a
couple of open containers of left over Chinese food. He smelled the food,
tossed it out and went back for the liquor bottle. Harvey took a large swig of
it and grimaced at the burn.
 
This was insane. He had completely taken leave of his senses. The only
prostitutes he ever brought back here were there to entertain him for a few
hours before getting their pay and leaving. In those few hours Harvey pretended
that he mattered to someone; that he mattered at all; and was loved. He was
thirty-two years old and while that was pathetic sounding Harvey knew he was
indeed doleful. None of those prostitutes had been underage, he made certain of
that and had a good eye for telling one’s age. And then there was Jim. While he
had been right at guessing his age, he had failed in the most important way
imaginable in the category of self-control. How had it happened? An underage,
boy, had given him a blow job. Granted, it was the blow job to end all blow
jobs, but it was completely inappropriate, and Harvey was convinced he should
burn in hell for allowing it to happen.
 
Harvey ran a hand back through his hair and carried the whiskey bottle to the
couch with him. He collapsed onto it and pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his
shirt a few buttons. He threw the tie onto the coffee table and pulled off his
suit coat next, placing it where the tie was. He remembered his gun and got up
and placed it behind some paper towels that were sat upon the refrigerator. He
returned to the couch, kicked off his shoes and lay down. Perching the bottle
upon the couch beside his hip, Harvey closed his eyes. What harm would a little
snooze do to him? Jim was in the shower, the apartment was quiet, and Harvey
had just had one of the best orgasms of his entire, pathetic, life.
 
In the bathroom Jim’s hard on diminished immediately when the hot water
cascaded over his skin. For the first time in days he was able to bathe at more
than just a convenience store, or gas station sink. The water was cold, the
paper towels were rough and there was always the threat of someone catching him
mid wash. He felt the tears of joy bubble up within his chest and he did his
best to swallow them down before he could be heard above the shower spray. So,
good. The water was like heaven and Jim reached for the soap in the corner of
the shower. It smelled clean and was a large bar. Jim began to wash himself,
taking his time and careful of any bruising he had from surviving on the
streets of Gotham, never mind his those inflicted by his clients. He used
Harvey’s shampoo next, scrubbing his scalp until it almost hurt. He didn’t know
when he’d be able to wash it again and wanted to make the most out of the
situation. He stayed in the shower until the water ran tepid and then climbed
out, the bathroom filled with so much steam that he could see it like wisps of
smoke in the air. There were indeed towels in the cabinet above the toilet and
Jim used one. He exited the bathroom with it around his waist.
 
He heard soft snoring through the open bedroom door and carefully padded out
into the living room. He found Harvey asleep upon the couch, whiskey bottle in
hand. He wondered what was so horrible in the older male’s life that he had to
drink his memories away. He wondered if Harvey was devastatingly lonely; might
have to be as he was seeking the company of prostitutes and unmarried. Married
men used them for other reasons, single men used then because it was easier
than going to a bar and spending money on drinks without a guarantee of sex at
the end of the evening. Jim looked at Harvey, how relaxed his features were. He
found the thirty-two-year-old extremely attractive and felt his belly twist
with lust. He carefully closed the distance between him and Harvey and gently
attempted to pull the bottle out of Harvey’s hand.
 
At the shift in pressure Harvey instantly awoke, taking a few seconds to focus
his gaze upon Jim. “Wha-wha y’doin’ Jim?”
 
“Just taking this from you.” Jim stated pulling the bottle from his grip and
setting it upon the coffee table. “I was going to ask you for some clothes to
burrow,” Jim admitted taking off the towel to reveal his fully nude body. “But
this is much better I feel.” He then straddled Harvey’s hips before the older
male could react, his hands pushing down upon Harvey’s broad chest.
 
“Wait, fuck!” Harvey tried to scramble to a seated position but only managed to
roll up a little, not even upon his elbows. His cheeks were flushed, with
embarrassment or curiosity he didn’t take the time to analyze. His hands went
reflexively to Jim’s hips. “You can’t just sit down on a sleeping man and
expect, whatever it is you expect!”
 
“I don’t expect anything.” Jim revealed a little breathless with want. He
leaned closer to Harvey’s face, and the fingers of his left hand stroked back
through Harvey’s thick, red, hair. “I just want to make you feel good.” His
lips were just brushing Harvey’s. “You’re the first man I’ve wanted like this.
Please; let me do this.”
 
Harvey parted his lips to speak but Jim was kissing him. The kiss was
possessive, passionate and within seconds Harvey was lost to it. He didn’t
think about that he was kissing a male; or a teenager; he just thought about
the fact that he was kissing, and Jim tasted good. His heart beat sped up and
Jim shifted upon Harvey’s hips; grinding down against them and rubbing his ass
on the soft outline of Harvey’s dick. “So good,” Harvey heard a voice whisper
that suspiciously sounded like his own. He ran his hands up Jim’s sides and
back, feeling the warmth of his pink skin, holding him to his chest to keep him
warm now that the effects of the shower should be flagging. “Will you do that
thing again? Deep throat me?” Harvey breathed pushing up against Jim’s grinding
hips with his own.
 
“I’ll do anything and everything you want to, Harvey.” Jim vowed kissing him
once more. “Let’s just get you naked and go to bed.” When Jim pulled back and
rose from his body, Harvey felt his resolve begin to slip somewhat. This was
not at all what he had been expecting when he picked up Jim from the corner.
But wasn’t it really? His motivations for even going to the prostitutes hadn’t
altered just because it was a fifteen-year-old standing in his bedroom and not
a grown woman. Harvey had gone there to illicit sex for money and now he had a
prostitute conducting business in his apartment. Never mind that it was a male;
and please never mention that it was a teenager. Harvey felt his stomach chill
and twist at the realization. He couldn’t do this; it wasn’t right; he had his
dignity, didn’t he? At the very least some sense of morality; right?
 
Jim was pushing his shirt off his shoulders and rubbing his face against
Harvey’s chest and undershirt. He looked so wanton, so beautiful and Harvey
felt himself begin to harden at the thought of doing something he never had
before. While other men had never turned his head, this man; male; boy; was
different. Harvey had instantly noticed things about Jim that he only did
women. This was exciting; virgin and Harvey realized that he wanted to embrace
that opportunity and live it for all it was worth. Who would know? Harvey
certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone and Jim? Jim was professing that he
really wanted to do this; Harvey would have to pay him the money he had planned
to give Duchess or one of the other working girls. He would deserve it for
putting up with Harvey and his shame in the afterglow. The dark side of Harvey
agreed to take the opportunity by the horns and he ran his hands down Jim’s
back, cupping his supple ass in his hands.
 
“Get my pants open.” He moaned into Jim’s throat, nipping at the tender flesh
of it’s elegant length. “I’ll take care of my undershirt.”
 
Jim nodded, eyes lust filled as he dropped gracefully to his knees. The way he
stared up at Harvey through those long, blond, eyelashes was criminal in and of
itself. Jim wet his bottom lip and yanked Harvey’s belt out of his trousers and
opened the catch. In a matter of seconds Harvey’s shoes and socks were off,
followed by his pants. He stood before Jim completely naked, semi-erect cock
once more in Jim’s capable hands. Jim rubbed his face on Harvey’s dick,
mouthing at it and scenting him longingly.
 
“I want you so much.”
 
“Then come up here.” Harvey ordered and instantly Jim obeyed. He wasn’t
entirely certain what he was doing, but he would be damned if he wouldn’t
figure it out along the way. In a matter of moments, they were on the mattress,
Jim under Harvey and the moans he was emitting, the little sweet sounds of
pleasure were enough to drive Harvey to full hardness. He didn’t think he would
ever be ‘that pervert’ who thought of how young a lover was and get off on the
age difference. He didn’t think he would ever tip into the deviant behavior of
Ephebophilia, but he clearly had. At least where Jim was concerned.
 
It seemed to him that Jim was enjoying the weight of his body upon him. That he
truly was turned on by Harvey’s physique; either that or he was one hell of an
actor. Which was a possibility but somehow Harvey couldn’t bring himself to
accept that. While Harvey didn’t grant Jim oral sex, he was massaging his cock
with a knowledgeable hand and Jim was responding more than favorably. In a
frenzy of kissing Jim begged Harvey to let him be on top for a few minutes and
Harvey obliged. Jim then asked the appropriate question of if Harvey had lube
or not? He did as a curtesy to his sexual partners and instructed Jim where to
find it. While Jim was walking back to the bed he had wet two fingers and was
prepping himself for Harvey’s cock.
 
“This is gonna be so, good.” Jim purred straddling Harvey and coating his cock
with a healthy dose of lubrication. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you
talking to the other whores.” Jim wet his plush lips and lined himself up with
Harvey’s cock and slowly sat down on it. His head arched back, his throat
exposed, and mouth open with the intensity of the moment and the fullness of
his passage. Harvey was not a small man by any stretch of the imagination, and
Jim seemed quite enthralled with the girth and length of him. “Aaa-uh. Harvey.”
Jim purred moaning wantonly as he leaned back a little and gasped sharply.
Harvey began to thrust his hips slow and steady, each upward thrust slipping
him against Jim’s prostate. “So good. So, fucking, good!”
 
Eventually Harvey rolled Jim over onto his back and found that he had much
better leverage to fuck him with. The noises that Jim was making, his
encouragements increased in both volume and frequency. Within a matter of
moments, he was gasping, each breath punched out of him by Harvey’s fucking of
him. Jim clung to the older male and never wanted to let go. He made eye
contact, which was a little jarring for Harvey as usually his lady whores
weren’t so accommodating. He didn’t care if they did or not, but was growing
increasingly uncomfortable that Jim was insistent at gazing up into his eyes.
It twisted something in Harvey, something deep rooted and dark; something he
was more than hesitant to admit to or investigate. He closed his eyes and
pressed his forehead to Jim’s shoulder, the side of his face rubbing against
Jim’s. He felt the teen’s fingers twist in his hair and Jim moaned deeply.
 
It seemed to take forever, but finally Jim arched up, tightened around Harvey
and came, ejaculate spilling out between them.  Harvey continued fucking him
for several minutes until he reached his own pinnacle of orgasm and coated
Jim’s insides with the resulting semen. He collapsed upon Jim and both panted
and struggled to come down from the high, Jim trying to kiss Harvey in between
panting jags. Harvey carefully extracted himself from Jim and rolled off him
and onto his own back. Jim rolled over onto his right side against Harvey’s
left and curled into his embrace like he belonged there.
 
“You’re amazing.” Jim praised breathlessly.
 
“You’re fifteen.” Harvey said carelessly. “What the hell do you know?” Jim
immediately tensed, and Harvey instantly began to stroke his head and back with
a near trembling hand. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that you’ve
only had work practice; not your own choosing, I, you know what? Never mind.
I’m sorry I said anything.”
 
Jim began to relax once more and nestled up against Harvey, rubbing his cheek
upon Harvey’s chest. “Can I stay the night?”
 
“Do you want too?”
 
“Very much so.”
 
“Then you can stay.” Harvey closed his eyes. “Just let me catch a couple of
hours before, well before I have to work.”
 
“Okay.” Jim permitted closing his eyes and reluctantly drifting off to sleep.
He wanted to remain awake to enjoy the secure feeling he had. But he was
exhausted and in a very safe place, so sleep dictated his consciousness once
more.
 
When the alarm sounded a few hours later Harvey was shocked that he was not
greeting the day with a hangover. He groaned and rolled over onto his side, or
tried to anyway; there was a person weighing him down. Like a flip of the
switch Harvey realized that with the arrival of the morning sun, his morals had
come back full throttle. He swallowed and nudged Jim. “Hey, wake up a sec. I
have to shut off the alarm.”
 
“Mmm sleepy.”
 
Harvey managed to shut off the bedside clock and settled back down for a minute
with Jim still practically on top of him. “You can sleep, I have to get up.
Bills to pay. What I owe you for one.” And just like that Harvey had doused
water on a happy and sleepy teenager. He felt Jim tense and push away from him.
 
“I know I’m a whore!” Jim snapped sitting up and glaring down at Harvey. “You
don’t have to remind me of it every damn second. Last night wasn’t a trick for
me, it was real. Something I wanted so fuck you, and fuck your money!”
 
“Whoa! Hey!” Harvey reasoned pushing himself up upon his elbows. “I didn’t, aww
fuck! I didn’t know this was on your terms. I’m sorry, Jim. Okay? I’m used to
Gotham and here nothing is for free, even when you think it is. I just didn’t
want to cheat you, or offend you and now I feel like I’ve done both.”
 
“I have breakfast money.” Jim groused with a pout. “It’s not like money didn’t
exchange hands at all.” He sighed softly and scrubbed a hand down his face.
“I’m sorry. I just, don’t want to think about work when I’m with you.”
 
“Okay, that I can handle.” Harvey promised pushing himself up to sit as well.
He placed and arm around Jim’s shoulders and pulled him near. “Now I’ve got to
get out of bed, shower and get to work. Can I drop you somewhere?” He kissed
Jim on the head and then pulled away feeling instantly like a fool. Really? He
had kissed him? Harvey shook his head at himself and rose from the bed and made
to walk to the bathroom.
 
Jim sat with his arms wrapped about his open legs a little. “Can’t I just sleep
here until you get home?”
 
Harvey hovered in the threshold of the bathroom. “Can I trust you to?” Jim
nodded. “Then,” Harvey paused and while his mind screamed not to his voice
stated, “fine. You can stay.” Harvey pretended not to notice the look of abject
relief upon Jim’s features. “Must be losing my mind.” Harvey uttered to himself
and started the shower.  Hours later when Harvey returned home from a very
nerve wracking day of playing out, ‘what if’ scenarios about Jim in his head;
Harvey found the teen had been good to his word. The boy was asleep in a pair
of Harvey’s boxers and an undershirt. He tried not to think about how it was
probably the first good sleep that the teen had since arriving at Gotham.
 
Two hours later after they had eaten, Harvey drove Jim back towards the
warehouse district in the Narrows, their farewells were as unclimactic as their
meeting had been. Jim’s eyes were begging Harvey, but this time he didn’t know
what the kid was asking for. He didn’t pause to ask either. For his part, Jim
took the extra money that Harvey pushed on him. He told the teen that it was
for breakfast later, but they both knew that breakfast wasn’t as expensive as
the two bills he was granted. Jim nodded, uttered thanks as he shoved the money
into the impossibly tight pocket of his jeans; and walked off towards one of
the buildings where he and his fellow lost soul teenagers, slept at night.
Harvey didn’t watch him go; not for long; and turned the car around and back
onto the surface streets.
 
Tonight he would drink and try to forget the throbbing ache twisting around his
gut and his spine.
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