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Sebastian pushed the front door open and hoped Jim wasn’t home. He was bound to have complaints about today’s sloppy kill, and Seb didn’t feel strong enough to tolerate a bollocking from the mad bastard, never mind whatever punishments Jim felt like inflicting.
Sebastian limped inside and heard rapid footsteps coming towards him from the home office. Of course it was going to be one of those days.
Jim burst through with a stormy expression. “What the fuck was that? A double tap? You better have a bloody good excuse for-“
Jim paused and gave Sebastian a sharp once over. “Are you hurt? What happened?”
“I’m fine,” Seb said tightly.
“You are not fine,” Jim argued. “You look grey. And you ballsed up the first shot, which you never do. I’m calling my doctor. Do you need me to stitch anything in the meantime?”
“All I need,” Sebastian said, “is to pop a few pills, take a shower, and go to bed for a few hours, without you hovering over me. Alright?”
Jim’s face twitched. He wouldn’t normally tolerate being spoken to like that, but he merely watched Sebastian drag himself past him.
“You are not alright,” Jim said.
“No I’m not,” Seb agreed sharply, “but I’ll be fine. I just need some space, for a day or two. Then I’ll do whatever you want to make things up to you.”
“I’m calling the doctor,” Jim insisted.
“I don’t need a fucking doctor!” Sebastian snapped.
“You can barely move!” Jim protested.
“I’ll be fine,” Seb insisted. He headed towards the bathroom.
Jim followed. “Bastian…”
Sebastian quickly locked the door behind himself, then groaned softly, leaning against it.
“Sebastian Moran you open this door this second or-“
“Fuck off, Jim!” Sebastian snarled.
Jim kicked the door. “Let me in. Now!”
“I’m fine!” Sebastian insisted, his tone dipping into a whine despite his best efforts.
“You’re clearly not,” Jim said. “Open the door, Tiger, or I’ll take the damn thing off its hinges and you’ll need to rehang it later.”
Sebastian sighed. “It’s honestly nothing,” he said, unlocking the door and opening it a crack.
Jim pushed through the small space as though his bones were inconsequential. He was catlike that way; practically a liquid when he wanted to force himself into places he wasn’t welcome.
Jim circled Sebastian and assessed him sternly. “Clothes off. Show me where you’ve been hurt.”
“James,” Sebastian said. “Drop it, alright? It’s nothing. I didn’t get attacked or anything. I’m just…”
“What, Bastian?!” Jim said impatiently.
Seb looked away. “I’m just bleeding, okay?”
Jim looked him over. “I don’t-“
“Not that kind,” Sebastian muttered. “The…”
“I thought you didn’t do that anymore,” Jim said with a small frown.
“Not every month,” Seb agreed, “but… sometimes… The T’s not an overnight fix, you know?”
“It’s been longer than overnight,” Jim said, but he looked calmer. “You need a hot water bottle or something?”
Sebastian gave him a vulnerable look. “That alright?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Jim grumbled. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
Sebastian’s face darkened. “Because I’m fine. And I don’t want to… talk about it.”
“You’re allowed to not be fine sometimes,” Jim said. “And you can’t just ignore things because they make you uncomfortable. I need to know if you’re under the weather so I can plan accordingly.”
“I completed the hit!” Sebastian said.
“Yes, but you’re clumsy and slow when you’re hormonal, at least by usual standards, and you’re not used to dealing with that anymore,” Jim said. “I don’t want you in risky situations when you’re not on the top of your game!”
“I’m fine!” Sebastian insisted.
“You’re grounded, is what you are,” Jim said. “Take your pills and your shower; I’ll have your hot water bottle in bed when you’re ready. You need anything else?”
Sebastian swallowed, then shook his head.
“Alright, Tiger,” Jim said. He pulled Seb down for a quick but firm kiss then retreated.
Sebastian sighed. He took some painkillers from the medicine cabinet above the sink and knocked them back. He was fucking exhausted.
Seb stripped and placed himself under the showerhead, allowing the hot water to pummel his sore muscles into something bearable. What a fucking horrible day.
He dropped down to a crouch on the base of the shower and curled his muscular arms around his knees. At least Jim was being human for once, instead of flying off the handle because it had taken two shots to finish off the mark. It’s not like Sebastian had completely missed the first time, it just hadn’t been an immediately fatal wound.
Sebastian sighed and rested his head on his knees. The minor mistake bothered him. He hated this, when his body worked against him. And he hurt like hell. He wasn’t sure if he’d just forgotten what this was like, or lost his pain tolerance, or if this really did feel worse than it used to, but he felt miserable. Ashamed too, not just for fucking up slightly. He hated… that his body did this. It wasn’t fair.
Sebastian sniffed and ignored his burning eyes. As long as he was quiet and didn’t sob to the point of his eyes getting bloodshot, Jim didn’t need to know how this affected him.
Sebastian stayed in the shower until the previously scalding stream of water threatened to turn colder than lukewarm. He got to his feet slowly, turned the water off and got dried.
He padded through to the bedroom wrapped in a fluffy, black towel and felt a bit of relief; the water’s heat had taken the tightness from his muscles a bit.
Jim was on Sebastian’s side of the bed, keeping it warm, and he looked Seb over questioningly. Sebastian turned his back and pulled fresh, absorbent boxers out of his drawer, grateful at least that he wasn’t… dripping. He could still feel Jim’s eyes on him as he dropped the towel and pulled the underwear on, and waited for Jim to speak.
“Well?” Jim asked impatiently.
Seb faced him reluctantly. “A little better,” he said.
“Good,” Jim said. “Come here.”
Sebastian sighed and nodded slowly, but did as ordered. At least Jim hadn’t seemed to notice he’d been crying. Or if Jim had, he’d at least been generous enough not to mention it.
Jim removed himself from Seb’s side of the bed and handed him the hot water bottle. Seb’s lips twitched in tired gratitude and he clutched the comforting heat to himself before crawling onto the bed.
Jim plastered himself to Sebastian’s back. “This okay?” he muttered.
“Yeah,” Seb said quietly. “Thanks.”
Jim kissed his neck. “I’ve got you.”
Sebastian nodded. “Sorry for being a grumpy bitch.”
“It’s not being a little bitch when you’re suffering,” Jim said. He nuzzled Seb. “Just when you beg, taking my big cock.”
Sebastian chuckled and then grimaced, tensing his thighs. “Don’t make me laugh,” he complained.
Jim wasn’t one for saying sorry, but he cuddled into Seb somewhat apologetically and gave his earlobe an affectionate nip. Jim wasn’t much of a cuddler either, most of the time, but Sebastian was glad of it now and knew Jim understood that.
“Should I let you sleep?” Jim asked.
Sebastian considered. “Please… but stay, for a bit?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jim growled in his ear. “What do you take me for?”
“A dangerous man, disinclined towards this soft bullshit?” Seb murmured.
Jim squeezed his rump. “I’m taking care of my investments. You wouldn’t want a poorly cared for weapon over a maintained one, would you?”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “No, sir.”
“Get some rest,” Jim said. “I’ll be nearby still when you wake up.”
Sebastian allowed Jim to nudge him into a comfortable sleeping position and closed his eyes. The hot water bottle did feel good. He waited, but Jim didn’t peel himself away.
Sebastian started to relax. He stirred briefly when Jim pulled out his phone, but the bloke swiftly turned the brightness down and kissed his neck, ordering Seb back to sleep. Which Seb did.
The room was darker when Sebastian woke properly, but Jim was still in bed with him.
“You alright?” Jim asked, dropping his phone aside. “Need me to fetch you more meds?”
Sebastian shook his head. “I’ll get them,” he said. “Need to pee.”
Jim gave him a brief squeeze then released him. Sebastian dropped the hot water bottle, still warm from his body, and rolled slowly out of bed. His muscles were still sore, but much better now.
Jim stretched and watched him thoughtfully. Seb hesitated on the way to the bathroom, curious about whatever Jim was thinking.
“You want an orgasm?” Jim asked. “Help you feel better?”
Sebastian felt himself blush. “What?”
“Pain relief, isn’t it?” Jim said.
“I think that’s for headaches,” Seb said.
Jim shrugged. “Offer’s there if you want it.”
“I think I’m too tired for sex,” Sebastian admitted quietly.
“Not for me,” Jim said. “A blowjob, or fingering you, to make you feel better. But if you don’t want that right now that’s fine too, Bastian.”
Sebastian stared at him. “You’d do that?”
Jim rolled his eyes. “I’m not entirely selfish,” he said, and flopped back onto the bed. “Bring back a dry towel if you want to.”
Sebastian… did want. He took another dose of pain relief and noted he did feel less sore than before. Perhaps this didn’t have to be such a terrible day after all? He supposed there could be merit in Jim’s suggestion? And even if getting off didn’t properly distract from Seb’s discomfort, it would be nice just to have Jim’s attention. To have Jim still want him, even when he felt his worst.
Sebastian snagged another towel on the way out of the bathroom and brought it to Jim. The bloke spread it at the bottom of the bed and arched a brow at Seb’s confused expression.
“Thought you might not want to sleep in the wet patch afterwards,” Jim said.
“That’s never bothered you before,” Seb huffed.
“I’m trying to be nice,” Jim said. He reached for the waistband of Sebastian’s underwear and pulled. “Knickers off, Tiger.”
Sebastian made a face, but let Jim strip him and settle him down on the spread towel, parallel to the footboard.
Jim grabbed a pillow and knelt on it at the edge of the bed. Sebastian raised his brows at him, and Jim grabbed him by the hips and dragged him to the edge of the bed.
“How’d you want it?” Jim asked.
“Not feeling well enough for anything up my arse,” Sebastian muttered.
“What about elsewhere?” Jim asked.
Sebastian sat up on his elbows and looked at Jim. “You don’t like getting your hands dirty.”
Jim scoffed. “I’ve never been squeamish about a bit of blood, Tiger. Do you want my fingers or not? Or just a blow job?”
Sebastian chewed his lip. “Both?” he said shyly.
“Both is fine,” Jim said. He lowered his head and worked his wicked mouth over him. Sebastian was pre-op, and not big enough yet to really penetrate Jim, but he’d gotten a lot of practice having Jim’s mouth between his legs. Jim insisted Seb’s size was marvellous, because he could suck for ages without getting lockjaw, and a sadist like Jim loved Sebastian’s capacity for multiple orgasms.
Still, having Jim push his fingers up anywhere made Seb bashful. It didn’t make him feel dysphoric, but it didn’t exactly make him feel manly either. It made him feel… a bit helpless, but in a way that thoroughly turned him on.
“Please,” Sebastian said.
He expected Jim to ignore him, to tease and take his damned time, but Jim nodded, mouth full, and brought his fingers close.
Normally Seb didn’t get as wet anymore, but in the circumstances Jim had no problem slipping two fingers inside. Sebastian whined, rocking his hips as Jim reached for that place inside of him that felt good.
Jim grinned against Seb’s dick and set to work being considerably more generous than usual.
“You… don’t have to be nice,” Sebastian mumbled. Jim glanced up at him, not releasing Seb from his mouth, but stilling and slowing his fingers.
Sebastian grimaced, and there was no way Jim could miss him squirming. “Don’t be gentle,” Seb said.
Jim reluctantly detached himself. “But you’re sore,” he said.
“I’m not asking for whips and chains just now,” Sebastian muttered. “Just… be a bit more forceful. I’m still yours.”
“I was trying to be nice,” Jim said, twisting his fingers until Seb hissed.
“I don’t want nice; I want you,” Sebastian retorted.
Jim rolled his eyes, grazed his teeth against Seb’s length until he shuddered, then said, “Be specific. I don’t want to make you feel worse; I want to make you feel good.”
“Slap my hole,” Sebastian said, face flaming. “Make me beg. Make me feel helpless, so I can’t think about anything else.”
“Bastian, anyone ever tell you what a fucking slut you are?” Jim asked, eyes glinting.
“Only every time you bend me over,” Sebastian scoffed.
“Dirty boy,” Jim said fondly. “You love being my little slut, don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” Sebastian groaned, and he hissed, flinching, when Jim drew his fingers out to lightly slap Seb’s opening.
“Does it make you feel good, knowing I can do anything I want to you?” Jim purred, teasing and spanking Seb’s hole until it was puffy and red.
Sebastian writhed, embarrassed and delighted. “Yessss, Daddy…”
“I’m going to make you come on my fingers like the needy, little bitch you are, Bastian,” Jim smirked. “I think I shall force you to come over and over, and ignore you when you cry. You like that, don’t you, little boy, when I force you to come?”
“Oh fuck yes, sir…” Seb agreed, desperately angling himself towards Jim’s fingers, groaning at each slap and trying to snatch Jim back inside.
“My precious little fuck toy,” Jim said. “You’re such a greedy little boy, aren’t you? You’d open up for anything I give you…”
Sebastian nodded emphatically. “Anything, yes!”
Jim pushed his fingers back inside Sebastian and grinned as Seb moaned. “How far do you think you can take me, Tiger? My whole fist, right up to my wrist? Shall I keep going, see if your greedy, slutty hole can take me all the way up to the elbow?”
“Oh god,” Sebastian whispered.
Jim nipped Seb’s inner thigh in admonishment. “Oh Jim,” he corrected.
Sebastian bucked. “Oh Jim, oh Daddy…”
Jim hummed playfully, unkindly working his hand into Seb’s slick opening and caring nothing about the mess. “This what you want, naughty boy? Completely helpless on Daddy’s fingers?”
“Daddy’s whole fist,” Seb muttered. “Fuck.”
“I don’t think you deserve my whole fist,” Jim said. “You’re saying such naughty words when I fingerfuck you.”
“Please, please, I want it, Daddy,” Sebastian panted. “I want everything you’ve got.”
“Now don’t be greedy,” Jim admonished with a smirk. “You’ll take what you’re given and show some gratitude.”
Sebastian canted his hips. “You know that I’m grateful, sir. And you like that I’m a greedy whore.”
He gasped as Jim pulled out and slapped him firmly. “You’re not a whore,” Jim said sternly. “You’re my slut. Tell me properly.”
“I’m your slut, Daddy,” Sebastian agreed. “Touch me inside again please. I need you in me…”
“You need no such thing,” Jim teased. He stroked Seb’s desperate opening. “I spoil you, I really do.”
“Please please please Daddy…” Seb gasped.
Jim rolled his eyes and plunged his fingers deep enough inside Seb to make the man howl. “Are you going to fuck yourself on my fingers, baby boy?” Jim mocked. “Is that how you want to come, you silly little slut?”
Sebastian was doing just that. “Fuck, Jim, can I, please?” he whispered.
“Alright, but I’m not going to let you stop at once,” Jim warned.
Seb groaned. “Fuck, I love you.”
Jim’s fingers stilled. “What did you say, Sebastian?”
Seb froze. His arching hips hit the towel and stayed there. “Nothing, sir. Heat of the moment. Ignore me.” His heart hammered with fear, not arousal.
Jim leaned forward and slapped Seb’s mouth. “Don’t lie to me.”
“It was a mistake, sir, I’m sorry,” Sebastian blurted.
Jim stared him down, both of them breathless and sweating. Sebastian tried to pull his thighs closed but Jim snatched them and forced them open.
“You’re mine,” Jim reminded him.
“Yes sir,” Sebastian agreed shakily.
“You don’t dare lie to me,” Jim said harshly.
Seb lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Jim considered. “Are you too sore to take my dick?” he asked at last.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Sebastian said.
Jim slapped his thigh, leaving a red handprint. “I didn’t ask that.”
“I don’t think I’ve got the energy to be on top,” Sebastian admitted quietly, “but if you want to pin me down and ride me hard, I… yeah, I can take that, Jim.”
Jim grunted. “Do I need to use a condom, if you’re… like this?”
“Unless you want a bloody dick,” Sebastian muttered.
Jim scoffed. “I don’t care about that. You’ve already got me looking like Ulster.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Lovely.”
“Don’t judge me; you were loving it,” Jim said.
Sebastian’s gaze flickered. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“Why?” Jim said flatly. He got off of his knees and climbed onto the bed.
Sebastian looked away as Jim climbed on top of him. “Because I shouldn’t say shit like that. Ruining the mood. I’m sorry.”
Jim lifted Seb’s legs over his shoulders. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
Sebastian’s eyes snapped to Jim at once. Jim never apologised. “I don’t understand.”
Jim made an odd face. “I’m sorry you don’t know how important you are to me,” he muttered.
Sebastian searched Jim’s face. “What… what are you saying?”
Jim swallowed and dropped his gaze to Seb’s opening. He stroked Sebastian’s dick until Seb was squirming, distracted despite his best efforts to scrutinise Jim, and then lined up. Sebastian groaned deeply when Jim pushed in.
Jim settled his forearms on either side of Sebastian. “I love you too, bitch.”
Sebastian stared at Jim for a long moment, then pushed himself up to attack Jim’s mouth.
Jim chuckled and waited a moment before he pushed Seb back down. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“I’ll do what I want,” Seb retorted, shifting his legs to drag Jim in close.
“You’ll do as you’re told,” Jim said, but he didn’t push Seb away. He rocked into Sebastian firmly. “You just need to be a good boy for me, and come hard when I tell you to, alright?”
Sebastian moaned, fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back in order to stare Jim down instead. “Tell me again.”
“No,” Jim said. “You’re spoiled already.”
“Tell me,” Seb repeated, “please.”
Jim huffed and nipped the side of Sebastian’s throat. “You’re far too bossy, do you know that, Bastian?”
“You can punish me for it later,” Sebastian said. He nuzzled Jim hopefully. “Tell me, Kitten, please…”
“Behave, or I won’t let you come,” Jim growled softly. His lips twitched at Sebastian’s stubborn look.
“Fine,” Jim whispered, relenting. He pressed into Seb until the man moaned, and pulled out only to fiercely push back in again. Sebastian gasped, bucking encouragingly against Jim’s thrusts.
“I love you, Bastian,” Jim said. “I love you a lot, you exasperating, blond bastard.”
Sebastian wrapped himself tightly around him. “I love you too, Jim.”
Jim feigned a scoff. “Of course you do,” he grumbled, thrusting hard enough to catch Seb’s breath and discourage any backchat. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand, and if you still don’t feel well tomorrow I’m going to keep you in bed.”
Sebastian wrapped an arm around Jim’s neck and pulled him down. “Promise?” he asked, kissing Jim’s mouth sloppily.
“Promise, Tiger,” Jim said. He bit Seb’s lip. “I’m always going to look after you.”
“Even if I’m bad?” Seb asked.
“Yes,” Jim said. He reached down and squeezed Seb’s prick warningly. “But if you come without permission Daddy’s going to show you what real suffering feels like.”
Sebastian’s expression didn’t falter. “Sounds good to me, sir.”
“Slut,” Jim said fondly.
“Yours,” Sebastian said. “Always yours.”
Jim nodded and kissed him hard.