Jimbert one shot

                                    

                                          
 It was nearly evening when Jimmy finally put his acoustic guitar aside to enjoy a nice relaxing cup of tea. They wrote and shared ideas since morning with Robert and he was dying to sit in his chair and get some rest. At that time of year Bron-Yr-Aur looked all-mysterious covered in mist in the mornings and grey skies all day long. Although at some point it would clear up and show some blue patches of sky and sunshine, but mainly it was foggy and dark. Just like him, Jimmy thought smiling to himself.

                          
It was warm though. A fresh draft coming through the old window cracks. It quite seemed that Robert was right this afternoon by referring that it was going to rain. Well, that was not worrying Jimmy either. Robert. Where the bloody hell did he wind up. It was then when Jimmy spotted a slim figure wandering in the far distance. With a dog. What a nature child. Jimmy let out a small laugh at the cliché. He was absentmindedly following the figure with his eyes when he suddenly witnessed the other man stripping from his clothes in an almost pornographic way. Almost?
                          
He then he gave his golden curls a vehement shake and puffed. Jimmy was now fully assured who the pseudonym "Golden God" belonged to; Through his godlike features that left Jimmy in complete awe. He found it hard to stare away when finally Robert disappeared in the mild waters of the lake. At that point, you could tell what else Jimmy found harder.
                          
Deep down he knew he wasn't supposed to see it, and what was worse, enjoy it that lot. Eventually though he tossed those thoughts aside, for he wasn't much of a fan of 'overthinking'. He was a man of action.
                          
After a refreshing swim at the lake, Robert came out of water feeling the autumn breeze freezing on his naked body. However, he didn't quite understand how in nine circles of hell the pile of clothes left on the verge of the lake disappeared. Then he discovered a piece of garment laying beautifully folded on the ground.
                          
He lifted the clothing and felt pleasantly surprised when realizes the piece of dark fabric was actually a really elegant expensive looking robe, made of silk, Robert reckoned. It looked bloody amazing but felt hundred times better when he slipped thought it covering himself as he made his way home.
                          
As he entered the house a strange noise came from supposedly Jimmy's bedroom. The noise sounded very much like jazz to which Robert hardly believed.
                          
"Jimmy?" he shouted through the wide hallway in hope to find his fellow mate.
                          
"Yes, love, I'm here." Came a strangely cheerful reply from the bedroom. Robert rushed there and witnessed something he thought he never would in his whole existence.
                          
Jimmy who was standing facing a small table turned around with a bottle and glasses in his hands, wearing a gorgeous sheer velvet robe himself. Only he was much more extra; Robert learned that during his time spent with his bandmate who was now reminding him of a fancy Hollywood actress in a glorious nightgown, devilish smirk invading his mouth as he caught a glimpse of the blond.
                          
"I thought you'd never come." He said in a flamboyant manner, which was, Robert recognized, usually used to seduce young (totally not underage)girls. Robert felt uneasy for being treated like one. Overall, he felt pleasantly shocked.
                          
"Oh, I was out for a swim." He finally muttered after recalling how to call.
                          
"I see." Jimmy bit his lip while offering a glass of champagne to the blond, his eyes travelling down south and back offering an appreciative smile. Robert could recognize the voices of Franks Sinatra, Bing Crosby and others coming from the player. Jimmy was moving rhythmically to the music, looking completely loose.
                          
"So, is there any particular occasion for this?" Robert begun as he settled on the nearby chair a glass in his fingers and a smug smile creping on his lips. He was a part of this spectacle and he was going to play his role like a true performer.
                          
As the guitarist lit a cigarette put delicately between his long thin fingers, he came closer to clink his glass with Robert's.
                          
"For success."
                          
"For success..."Robert repeated, as he rose from his seat to be on the same level as his bandmate. An average Jimmy would have moved a step back to prevent his personal space. Not this time. The blond and the brunette were standing eye to eye, as they crossed their arms and drank, not breaking the contact. Then the song on the player was replaced by another Sinatra hit Robert couldn't quite recall, which eventually delighted Jimmy's expression.
                          
"This one's my favorite." He said as he jerked from the embrace to sashay carelessly towards the small table again, putting his glass down and the cigarette between his lips.
                          
"In the heavens, stars are dancing. And the mounting moon is new." The song began as Jimmy blew a puff of smoke eyeing the blond, who was now considering to make a move.
                          
"What a rare night for romancing...Mind if I make love to you." Bloody asshole, Robert thought as he shifted towards the guitarist, incredibly attractive asshole quite indeed.
                          
"Mind if I dance with you?" Robert tried his best impression which worked...duh. Jimmy was now leaning on him, his arms tightly embracing his neck, as Robert's found their way to the others hips.
                          
"Since the dear day of our meeting I've wanted to tell you all I long to do." Robert sang along as Jimmy twirled around him just like Grace Kelly, and Robert felt joy filling his heart.
                          
"Dawn is nearing, time is fleeting...Mind if I make love to you."  Robert touched his arm lightly, as Jimmy murmured "not at all" which made him smile even wider.
                          
"If you'll let me, I'll endeavor to persuade you I'm your party for two." Jimmy was smiling lovingly and caressing the curls of Robert's hair as if he wanted to do that for a long time and now when he was finally doing it, it made him smile in spite of himself. In hope to hide the cheeky smile he went closer and put his head on the singer's shoulder, sniffing his scent and feeling dizzy.
                          
"And from then on you will never...Mind if I make love to you." Robert sang the last lines then stopped to look Jimmy in the eye. As he was reassured that everything was fine once more, he lifted Jimmy's left hand from his shoulder and kissed it lovingly. Then, Jimmy reached forward and reached for the blonde's heavenly lips as Sinatra sang once more "Mind if I make love to you..." as the record stopped playing, leaving a hazy atmosphere behind. They didn't even hear the thunderstorm groaning outside, At that moment it was just them and the mutual feeling they shared.