#joggy

This is a follow up to my first two fics - Realization and Regret. It can be read as a stand alone piece but will make more sense if the other two are read first.

Disclaimer: I am fully aware that the people in this story are real life human beings and have no connection to this work of fiction.

Summary - Jimmy just wants a cuddle and gets hit by lightning

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Jimmy Bullard was a man who liked to party. And anything less than hard was considered a failure. Jimmy Bullard was a man who, in the past, had invented reasons to party. His best mate bought a puppy? Party. His neighbour built a greenhouse? Party. His local pub’s landlord’s sister’s goldfish moved into a bigger bowl? Party. So if anyone had told him that one day he’d be sloping away from a celebratory affair before the sun rose he would’ve told them they were ”avin’ a laugh’. But that was exactly the situation he found himself in. It wasn’t even as if the wrap party was shit! Although, to be fair, no event that Jimmy Bullard attended was shit, thanks in large part to the man himself. No, it had just been… wrong. So, so wrong.

Oh it had started off great. There had been loud music, singing, dancing, drinking, and that was just in Jimmy’s hotel room as he was tarting himself up. Yep, Jimmy Bullard had sung into his hairbrush. While wearing nothing but a T-shirt and his underwear, à la Tom Cruise in Risky Business. He’d checked how his ass looked hanging out of his pants, because you never knew when that trick would come in handy, and after dressing in a carefully chosen outfit, he’d donned the closest thing to a biker jacket that he’d brought.

Jimmy was under no illusion that he would have Foggy all to himself at the party and indeed, that turned out to be the case. Everyone and his dingo had wanted a piece of King Foggy, Tarzan of the Jungle. But when he stripped it back, Jimmy just wanted… a cuddle. Not the quick slap-on-the-back-man-hug that the crazy situation had allowed. No, he wanted a proper cuddle. Like the ones they’d shared every day on the inside. He wanted to wrap his arms around Foggy, close his eyes and pretend they were back in their bubble.

He had an inkling that Foggy was feeling something… similar. Whenever they had caught each others gaze during the evening, Foggy looked almost apologetic, as if things weren’t going quite as he’d planned either. And at first Jimmy had waited it out, thinking that they’d be able to grab a moment together at some point. But as time wore on, and the throng of people crowding round the guest of honour hadn’t decreased, Jimmy had parked his ass at the bar and hit the Tequila. Then he’d just left.

So there he was, less than an hour later, at half past eleven for fuck’s sake, lying on his king sized bed and feeling utterly pissed off. He wasn’t even drunk, for crying out loud. And there was another first - not only had Jimmy Bullard deserted a blowout, Jimmy The Party Animal Bullard couldn’t be bothered to raid the mini bar.

In fact the only part of him that he could be arsed moving was his vocal chords when someone knocked on his door.

"FUCK OFF!"

He did consider throwing something in the direction of said door, until he heard a familiar, albeit slightly slurred, Lancashire accent.

"Open the door, ya grumpy bastard, it’s me."

So instead of throwing some random object he practically threw himself. The sight that met him when he’d flung the door open would probably be forever etched in Jimmy’s mind. Because at that moment, with bedraggled hair and minus one shoe, Foggy was beautiful.

Sporting a grin that could rival a Cheshire cat’s, Foggy pointed at his foot. “I’ve lost my shoe, Jimmy.”

"Score one for observation, ya tit! How the fuck…"

His retort was halted when Foggy placed his pointy finger over Jimmy’s mouth.

"And I lost you too, Jimmy man."

It seemed the grin had traded faces because Jimmy’s cheeks were starting to hurt. “Well, you’ve found me now, ya pussy. Come ‘ere.”

And there it was. His cuddle. Ok, it wasn’t quite like he’d imagined, with Foggy slightly swaying in his arms, but fucking hell it felt good. Jimmy was sure he would’ve stood there in the doorway a lot longer, arms clamped round his reason for feeling like a kid in a candy shop, if it hadn’t been for Foggy shifting his head so that his mouth… accidentally?.. brushed against the side of Jimmy’s neck. And the thing that made his arms fall to his sides? Some big fuck off metaphorical lightning bolt that zinged through his brain before shooting down below the waistband of his trousers. Well that was… unexpected?

Or maybe not.

"That was a shit excuse for a cuddle, mate!" Foggy whacked him on the arm and shoved his way past him, into Jimmy’s room.

Jimmy could do nothing but follow. Even closing the door behind him was almost too complicated for his fried brain.

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Now the second cuddle behind closed doors was much better. Oh yes, it was just like being back inside. But without the smell. And the critters. And the other people. And quite when the hug stopped being completely innocent and morphed into something more, Jimmy didn’t know, didn’t care. But hands had begun to wander into hair, and a peck on the cheek now lingered on the corner of a mouth. The lightning bolt was back and Jimmy threw caution to the wind and welcomed it. That is, until Foggy pulled away from him. He resisted the urge to pout, even though he knew it looked damn good on him. He’d practiced.

"Jimmy. I don’t know what I’m doing here, man."

Right. Ok.

"So… why d’ya come?" That wasn’t a whine. Jimmy Bullard didn’t whine. He was pretty sure about that.

"No, I don’t mean here like… here, to your room. I mean…" Foggy flapped one hand backwards and forwards between them, obviously hoping that would say it all. And Jimmy found his smile again.

"Aww an’ ya think I do? Twat."

And since when had a smirking Foggy made Jimmy’s heart do all that flippy-flop shite. But it was what Foggy said next that almost floored him.

"You know, technically, cos we’re not back in England, I guess shit could get said or done and it’d be proper legit cos we’re still in a bubble. As someone once said."

Well… wait, what?!

"Bastard! You were awake?!"

What followed could’ve been something that Jimmy regretted for the rest of his life but it was the only thing he could think of that would wipe the stupidly attractive smile off the other guy’s face. Closing the gap between them in a heartbeat, he grabbed Foggy’s face and just… kissed him.

And, entirely without hesitation, Foggy kissed him right back.

It was a mess. They bumped noses and crashed teeth and whispered sorry and Jimmy thought it was perfect. So perfect that he didn’t even register when Foggy breathed his name. It took a hand on his chest to make him open his eyes and focus.

"Jimmy. I… I gotta go. There’s… people…"

Jimmy nodded. He opened his mouth to speak but realised he’d been struck dumb by that bloody bolt of lightning.

Luckily Foggy seemed to have more control over his brain. “But when we get out….?”