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“Give him a little show, pet.” The mob boss crooned, eyes dancing with mirth-and something else.
Izzy let out an annoyed huff, still reeling from the earth-shattering kiss they just shared and not entirely too happy they’d had a witness.
“Why the fuck would I?”
The "him" he was talking about was Jack, disgusting, always leering at him Jack, second in command of Ed's underground organisation. The fact he was here at all while they were intimate was enough of a punishment.
But Ed liked his punishments.
“I’m not going to ask so nice a second time, Israel.”
Fuck. Izzy knew that tone. Low, still mirthful but with an edge of danger. He’d made the mistake of challenging the older man in the past and had been burned for it more than once. Not again.
But he could still be a bitch about it.
“Fuck, fine, ok.”
He didn’t want to look at Jack but he knew what Ed would expect of him. Jack was already dick in hand and stroking his own length idly as he watched him, eyes half-lidded.
Well, this was certainly fucking happening.
Slowly, Izzy began to undress, starting with the red tank top Ed had put him in for the day, lifting it over his head and letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Jack inhaled sharply at what he was wearing underneath-a black lacy bra Ed had bought for him at some fancy lingerie boutique, much to Izzy's embarrassment. Jack stroked his cock faster.
Izzy peeled off his tight shorts to reveal his stocking-clad legs and lacy panties, attempting to make the awkward motions as sensual as possible. As he bent to work on his stockings, his eyes never left Jack’s, revelling in the way he reacted to each movement and lost article of clothing. He was so much more honest than Ed. Whereas Ed held his cards close to his chest, stoic mask always in place, Jack wore his heart on his sleeve, not at all good at hiding his every thought or emotion. And for once it was nice to know that someone found Izzy attractive enough to show it-even if that someone was a disgusting lecher like Jack Rackham.
Izzy didn’t think of himself as sexy but the way Jack looked at him…well, it was exhilarating and flattering to say the least.
Now in nothing but bra and panties, Izzy looked to Ed for what to do next and found the fucker not even looking at them! He was on his damn phone, not even sparing Izzy a glance as he humiliated himself at his behest. He’d thought with how possessive he’d been up till now he’d have stopped this charade-this punishment-by now, but he clearly didn’t give a fuck.
Fine. Two could play at that game. He would finish this “little show” with or without Ed’s permission.
Izzy gave Jack the most flirtatious smirk he could muster and watched in satisfaction as Jack visibly gulped. When Izzy put a finger to his lips, Jack was practically swooning. He edged closer with a sway of his hips, reaching around and undoing his bra with a click. He tossed it over his shoulder carelessly, never looking away from Jack’s heated gaze.
They were almost touching now, so close Izzy could smell the larger man’s disgusting breath on him. He willed himself to not react to the smell, instead forcing his lips into a lascivious grin, but Jack didn’t appear to notice anything amiss, eyes glued to Izzy’s chest.
Ah, so he was a boobs man. Not that Izzy had much of those left, his top surgery scars-that Ed paid for mind you-visible in the dim light of the office. He might have felt self conscious once upon a time but the way Jack was looking at them Izzy felt his confidence rising.
“Beautiful.” Jack murmured so softly Izzy nearly missed it.
But he did hear it.
A jolt went through him and he gasped. When was the last time Ed had praised him? Izzy couldn’t remember.
The two stared at each other for a long, heart pounding moment, Jack’s bad breath forgotten, Izzy wide-eyed and breathless. He wished the moment could go on forever-
There was a grip on his shoulder and Izzy was suddenly yanked away from Jack and sent crashing into Ed’s desk. Izzy’s elbow took the brunt of the impact, a sharp pain that had him gasping for an entirely different reason.
“What do you think you’re doing, slut?”
Ed was every bit the terrifying mob boss now, towering over him as he clutched his elbow and tried not to whimper, staring up at him with the beginnings of fear.
“Trying to seduce my men now is it?”
You were the one who wanted me to do a fucking striptease for him Izzy wanted to spit back but his words died on his lips at the look in Ed’s eyes.
Jack did not seem to have the same sense of self-preservation however.
“Weren’t you the one who asked him to though, Eddie?”
Ed rounded on his second in command, still with his fucking penis out, and Izzy who normally felt a thrill when Ed showed his possessive side felt what could almost be described as worry for the other man. Almost. The pair-Ed and Jack-had been close once, fuck buddies before Izzy, but with the way Ed was looking at him he may as well have been a bug beneath his boot.
“You want to repeat that, Rackham?”
Any normal person would back down at the deadly tone but Jack either didn’t care or was too stupid to notice.
“All I’m saying is if you were gonna be such a bitch about it maybe don’t ask your whore to strip for m-”
Before he could finish, Jack had a gun pressed to his temple and Ed was smiling-no, it did not reach his eyes.
“Shut. Up.”
Jack didn’t look too shocked at the gun but he braved death by opening his mouth again.
“Alright, alright, man, fuck.”
He looked like he wanted to raise his arms in defence but knew any sudden movements could have his brain splattered against the wall behind him. Maybe he did have some sense of self-preservation after all.
Ed lowered the gun after a beat of silence, looking away from the two as he swapped the gun for his phone, tapping away at the screen. He seemed bored of them now and Izzy was at once relieved and annoyed. He didn’t dare look at Jack but he could feel the man’s eyes on him as he started moving about the room retrieving his discarded clothing. He had no energy left to feel embarrassed, suddenly so very tired of it all.
Dressing quickly, Izzy gave Ed one last look before he fled the room, not caring that he hadn’t been given the ok to leave. He’d worry about the consequences later, for now he just needed to escape.
“Give him a little show, pet.”
Maybe Jack was right. Izzy was a whore. At least, that was how Ed saw him. He had lent him out so easily Izzy was sure of it. He’d known he’d never have Ed’s heart when they entered into this relationship but it still stung.
“Beautiful.”
Jack’s softly spoken endearment drifted into his mind, replacing the burn of Ed’s callous actions. Had things been different perhaps there could have been a place for him by someone other than Ed’s side. But things were not different and no matter how cold Ed became he would never allow Izzy to leave his side.
Still, Izzy held the moment he’d shared with Jack close to his heart.