Jimmy finally steps into the night air, still excitedly talking about his plans for tricking Skizz. BigB is right behind him, closing the door down to his backrooms, and when Jimmy looks back, he’s smiling softly. That’s nice—BigB was enjoying himself, not just doing this because it’s his task.
“Right,” Jimmy holds up BigB’s secret task. “I’ll go share this with Martyn and you—” he pokes BigB in the chest with the scroll— “go get Skizz to meet me.”
BigB doesn’t even seem annoyed with getting poked, just gently pushes Jimmy’s hand down. “Let me know where to bring him.” he says, not letting go of Jimmy’s wrist.
“Of course,” Jimmy grins. “He won’t even see it coming.” The thought of the hearts to come—either by Skizz agreeing to rig the draw or by finishing his task—has him excited, practically vibrating in place. “I’m gonna dig out a cave over by—” He cuts himself off. Someone is approaching, talking about selling a camel?
“Scar,” BigB whispers, eyes wide. “Dude, he’s gonna ask so many questions.” Questions like why a red name was casually hanging out with a green name—and what could they possibly be up to? Jimmy doesn’t even think, just does the first thing that came to mind. He grabs BigB by the front of his shirt and backs up against the cobblestone wall, pulling BigB in to crash their lips together.
To his credit, BigB only flounders for a moment before kissing Jimmy back. He steps even closer, sliding a leg in between Jimmy’s thighs, his slight height advantage forcing Jimmy to tilt his head back a little. The only coherent thought Jimmy can summon is that’s what his beard feels like. Behind that, is the faint feeling of maybe this isn’t a good idea?—quickly wiped away when BigB opens his mouth a little and there’s room for Jimmy’s tongue.
“Oh, what do we have here?” interrupts Scar, sounding pleased. His smile grows when BigB moves enough for him to see Jimmy.
“Hi Scar,” Jimmy says weakly.
“Oh, BigB,” Scar chides, looking scandalized and excited. “Does the rest of the Heart Foundation know you’re out here with a Red?” Something flushes through Jimmy at that—a mixture of shame and something nicer—and he can’t summon enough words to reply.
“Keep it moving Scar.” BigB says, calm and low, the same voice he’s been using when someone asks a few to many questions about his backrooms. Scar laughs, a little nervously.
“Alright, alright, I’m leaving—bye!” he calls. Jimmy lets out a breath as Scar leaves and slumps against the cobblestone wall. BigB takes a step away from him, a tight smile on his face.
“Let me know where to bring Skizz.” He says and heads off in the direction of the Heart Foundation.
Jimmy stays leaned against the wall. He still has to set things up, still has to talk to Martyn, still has to attack Skizz—but he can still feel the warmth of BigB’s hands on his body, the pressure of BigB’s mouth against his, the rhythm of BigB’s heartbeat under his own hands.
