Title: A Cure for Boredom
Rating: M (Language, smut, some blood and torture, but nothing graphic)
Words: 3.4 K
Upon arriving home, he found his boss in his study, as usual. Jim seemed to be engrossed by his laptop, files piling high on his desk. That was a bit unusual, but Sebastian shrugged it off. Maybe it was a rather intricate job the man was working on. He gave a small knock on the opened door, but didn’t bother waiting, immediately sauntering in instead. Jim didn’t look up until the sniper stopped in front of his desk, and even then he looked back down immediately, typing away at his computer.
“Ah, Moran. So nice of you to join me, have a seat,” the criminal lulled in his typical Irish drawl, pointing to a chair opposite of him. Sebastian was tempted to pick the other chair for a split second, just to nag him a bit, but he decided against it. He was still quite curious about this job that seemingly required his assistance, but Jim kept quiet. The only noise there was to be heard was the pale fingers tapping away at the keyboard, and his eyes slid to the stack of files that was balancing on the desk. His brow furrowed slightly, he would recognize them anywhere. Those were staff files, he even filled in most of them, with him being chief of staff. He had no idea where Jim could possibly need that much files for, so he cleared his throat in an attempt to get Jim’s attention.
“You said you would fill me in when I got here.”
The black gaze fixed onto Sebastian’s blue one’s, gazing intently before he finally said something again. “Yes, I did. I’d like you to fill in this.” He handed the sniper a few pages with a flourish move, and Sebastian accepted them with a thoughtful expression. It seemed to be some sort of questionnaire, a survey or something similar like that. His eyes skimmed the questions, narrowing at them.
“It’s Jim, dear.”
“Yeah, well. Did you just gave me a questionnaire about my sexual experiences?”
“Inter alia, yes. Do you have a problem with discussing these topics?”
“It’s more the method I was questioning,” he grinned, raising an eyebrow at Jim, who just stared back indignantly, telling Sebastian with one look that he should just fill in the damn thing. The sniper gave in, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a pen from the desk. Jim really had put a lot of trouble in it, asking him about different sexual scenarios, kinks, and fantasies. There were some slight flaws in the questions though, and he started to scribble remarks between the lines, adding his thoughts and explaining exceptions.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Sebastian looked up with raised eyebrows, giving a small shrug. “Some of your inquiries are crooked.”
“Crooked,” Jim repeated flatly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. He immediately looked deeply insulted that Sebastian dared to say such a thing. “Elaborate.”
“Well, for one, you seem to assume I only bed women,” the sniper said drily, showing his notices on one of the pages. The dark eyes of the criminal seemed to glint for a split second and he gave a small nod, as if saying he would take that into account. “Point two is somewhat connected with that, because I don’t always top. Three, almost every experience was with someone different. Some things I tried once, other things more often with varying results. That doesn’t mean I didn’t like it, I just didn’t like it with them. So I put some turn-ons and turn-offs regarding the subject in the sidelines.”
Jim threw up his hands, rolling his eyes. “Yes, okay, fine. You better write clearly then, otherwise I won’t be taking it into account.”
“I assume you can handle two orgasms on a day?”
That just flabbergasted him. Jim had a way of changing topics, just following the route his brain was going while thinking, but this really was quite a leap. “I.. Yeah, of course. Why, exactly?”
“I want a demonstration,” the criminal stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sebastian blinked a few times, processing what Jim had just said.
“You want me to have a wank.”
“And you want to watch.”
“Yes. Good to see you’re catching on.”
The sniper opened his mouth, only to find out that he was actually at loss for words. The silence stretched out between them, but it didn’t seem to bother Jim. He just watched Sebastian with those never-ending dark orbs, while he looked back with a disbelieving look on his face.
“Wait,” Sebastian said, suddenly realizing something. “Two orgasms. You clearly said two. Where does the second one come from?”
Jim’s lips curled up in his trademark devilish grin, which was hot as hell to Sebastian. It just sent shivers down his spine. If the criminal kept looking at him like that, he would definitely need to lose some tension.
“We’re going out tonight,” he lulled, patting the stack of files that started to wobble dangerously. “I want you to evaluate someone.”
“Yes, that too.”
That only confused Sebastian some more and he shook his head lightly. “Okay, fine. And about your other demand..”
“Oh, yes. That.” Jim smirked and walked around the desk, casually leaning against it as he looked down on the sniper. “You can start when you’re ready, Bastian. If you can deliver, of course.”
His eyes narrowed at the challenge and he immediately wanted to prove that, fuck yes, he could deliver. To be completely honest, the idea of Jim Moriarty watching him made his lower stomach tense with excitement. He slouched in his seat underneath the criminal’s examining stare, and started to palm himself through his jeans. It didn’t take long for him to get hard now Jim was watching him. His fingers tugged at his belt and the buttons of his trousers, pushing them down enough to expose himself. He licked his lips, making sure Jim could see it, and started to move his own hand along his cock slowly. His thumb and index finger circled the head, gently squeezing out some of the pre-cum to slick himself up with. Stroking himself slowly from the base to the very tip and back down twice, Sebastian started to pick up the pace, making sure Jim could get a good look.
Jim’s eyes had strayed from Sebastian’s face to his length, his head tilted at the sight, his lips slightly parted. It was hard to tell if it was as arousing for him as it was for Sebastian, but being watched like this certainly did something to him. They both kept silent, apart from a few soft grunts that rushed past the sniper’s lips. Every downward stroke was met with his hips, rocking forward into his own fist as he looked at Jim. Sebastian’s gaze drifted from his mouth to his neck, and he suddenly realized that he was dangerously close already.
His chest heaved with the deep breaths he took, his heart thudding against his ribs. He had never been watched like this, and he made a mental note to add this experience to Jim’s survey. The fingers of his free hand curled into the armrest and he outed a silent curse, knowing he could come any second now. His eyes screwed shut and he groaned as the orgasm crashed right through him, coating his hand and soiling his shirt with his release.
Panting heavily, he slowly blinked up to Jim, only to be met by his trademark smirk, his head rolling on his shoulders. The criminal straightened up, smoothing out his trousers and jacket, pale hands brushing over the lapels.
“Marvellous. We’ll leave tonight at 2300,” he said drily, as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened, and made his leave, only to turn around as he reached the doorway. “Oh, and do clean up the mess, Bastian.” And with that, he left the sniper alone, confused and gasping for breath.
The engine of the car was roaring pleasantly and as usual, Jim’s eyes were fixed on the bypassing environment, probably deep in thought. Sebastian shot a quick side-way glance, wondering if he was going to elaborate on his own volition. He probably wasn’t going to do such a thing, so the sniper coughed shortly, brushing a hand through his blonde locks.
“So, what’s this about?”
“An evaluation,” Jim answered simply, dark eyes shifting to focus on Sebastian’s profile.
“Yes, but I would like to have some more information on the matter, certainly when there is an orgasm involved.”
The criminal chuckled shortly and scrolled down in his telephone. “Well, we’re going to evaluate Isobel McMillan. She has some Russian scoundrel on her hands, and we’re going to see if she can find out where my weapons went.”
“And I want her to suck you off. Mind you, she doesn’t know that yet. I know you enjoy the hunt, and I want to see if you can make it happen.”
Sebastian took a moment to mull that over, his brow furrowing. “What if I don’t want her to?”
Jim shot him a look, raising an eyebrow at him, as if asking him how big that chance really was. The sniper disregarded the question for now, opting for another one.
“What if she doesn’t want to?”
“Then you’re not as great a hunter as you’re boasting about, darling,” Jim chuckled, rolling his head on his shoulders with a grin.
Jim knew how to trigger Sebastian’s competitiveness. Another challenge, then. That was okay, he liked that. He loved it, even. He could only assume Jim was going to watch again and that thought was enough to excite him a bit already.
They had arrived at what looked like an abandoned office in some industrial area. His bright blue eyes searched their surroundings, making sure there was nobody and nothing suspicious before he entered the building, holding the door open for his superior. Jim answered with an approving purr and stepped inside, leading the way down to the basement. The squirming, bound man on the slab was ignored by both, Sebastian’s eyes fixed themselves immediately on the only movement in the room; a small, slender woman with short dark hair turned around upon them entering, her hazel eyes widening somewhat when she saw her company for the night.
“Mr Moriarty, Colonel Moran,” she said cautiously, her eyes narrowing somewhat. “Is there anything the matter?”
Jim seated himself gracefully on a counter top, making sure he had a good view and leaving Sebastian to stand. “Oh no, dear. We’re merely here to see you work. See it as an evaluation, Ms McMillan.”
“Mac,” she said quickly, a lopsided grin curling on her lips as she put on a pair of gloves and turned to lock her gaze with Sebastian. “Just Mac would be alright. Are you going to assist me, Colonel? I’m sure I have some.. large gloves somewhere.”
He couldn’t do anything but return her grin, he wasn’t going to deny that. Rummaging a bit through the stuff she had set out, he immediately checked her knives and scalpels, whistling a bit through his teeth and earning himself another grin from her. He located some syringes and pointed them out to her.
“What are those?”
“Epinephrine,” she said brightly, as if she was delighted with his attention. “Adrenalin, basically. Sometimes they faint before I’m done. One shot of that can help bring them back. They use it in hospitals to treat cardiac arrests and superficial bleeding, so I thought I could give it a shot.” Mac paused for a short moment before her grin widened. “Pun not intended. But yeah, fun stuff.”
His eyebrows shot up at the information, and he was involuntarily impressed with her. He looked at Jim, who just grinned back at him and swung one leg over the other, telling her that she should begin whenever she was ready. Mac easily cut the shirt off the sweaty man, the room filling with his screams as she cut the skin along his sternum open. Her Russian wasn’t fluent, but it was good enough, and she seemed to know enough about basic anatomy to hurt him badly, without killing him right away. He circled around the slab, asking her questions, throwing in a small compliment here and there, earning himself some chuckles and flirty glances. The smell of blood lingered in his nostrils, the screams of the Russian were devolved to groaned pleads and sobs as she cut the skin off the man’s chest, making Sebastian’s cock twitch in his jeans in the process. Finally their victim gave in, gasping out a name which she airily repeated for Jim to hear. The criminal smirked and whipped out his telephone, giving Sebastian a telling look. The traitor would die soon enough due to blood loss, and they left him suffer, opting to go and wash their hands instead, disposing their gloves.
“So,” she mused, her eyes gleaming a bit as she rinsed her hands and arms. “How did I do, sir?”
Sebastian grinned, shaking his head a bit. “Well, I must say.. You’re very talented with your hands.”
“I could tell you liked it.” Her gaze wandered over his body slowly, lingering on his crotch for a moment. His grin widened at her telling glance and he leaned against the basin, his eyes fixed on her lips.
“Any other talents you want to show off?”
“I can think of one, yeah,” Mac grinned, tugging at his jeans and lowering herself on her knees as she took him out. Sebastian looked to the side, his eyes fixing themselves on Jim before they fluttered close when he felt the wet heat of her mouth taking him in. Her lips tightened around his cock, her tongue sliding over his shaft. She slowly started to bob her head up and down, swiping her tongue over and around the head every time she pulled back.
Making sure he didn’t obscure Jim’s sight, he brushed one hand through the dark strands, keeping it out of her face as he growled softly. She really had a wicked tongue on her, and his brain started to get fuzzy from arousal. Sebastian bucked his hips slightly, indicating he wanted more and deeper, his hand tightening in her hair.
“Be a doll, and take him deeper, but keep the same pace for now. Give Daddy a good show.” Jim’s voice was velvety smooth and burning hot at the same time, and Sebastian opened his eyes in surprise. Not only was it one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard, she also actually listened to Jim. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and he gasped as she swallowed, tightening around him.
“Oh, good,” Jim purred, “Very good.” The sniper gave up on trying to figure out why the sound of Jim’s voice was so damn tempting and opted to just enjoy the ride. He lowered his head to his chest, letting it hang just a bit, eyes fluttering close once more. All the instructions Jim gave were followed to a tee, and suddenly Sebastian wondered if that’s why he wanted to see him wank, to maybe see what he liked. Because damn, he liked this. The whole situation still didn’t make much sense to him, but he really couldn’t be arsed at the moment.
For such a small woman she did do a good job of sucking him deep into her, and he had to withstand the temptation of burying himself to the hilt into her throat, wanting to make her gag around it. Jim hadn’t said anything about that, so he guessed he had to play nice tonight. She was doing a nice job anyway, and he felt his climax rapidly approaching. He outed a growled curse, and that was all the warning he gave, before he orgasmed with another growl, muscles tensing and nails scratching at her scalp. She didn’t withdraw though, she just continued her sucks, lapping at the head with a flat tongue and a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
Jim got from the counter top with a graceful move, making his way over to them as Mac straightened up as well, suddenly looking a bit bashful. Sebastian couldn’t exactly blame her with the look he was giving them; the criminal looked like a predator, with a devilish grin and a mad gleam in his eyes.
“Gorgeous,” he drawled, his thumb wiping at a small spot Sebastian had left at the corner of her mouth. The dark eyes locked with the sniper’s blue one’s as the thumb made its way to Jim’s mouth, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick it up. The bastard was doing that on purpose, holy fucking hell. “We’re done here, Moran. Thank you so much for having us, Ms McMillan.” It seemed his move had rendered her speechless as well, and again, Sebastian couldn’t blame her. The sniper made himself look presentable and shook his head a few times, as if trying to refocus himself.
“I just said so, yes.”
“Alright,” he nodded, brushing a hand through his hair as he addressed Mac. “Thank you for your.. demonstrations.”
“No problem, sir,” she said with a lick at her lips. “You two make surprisingly good company.”
Jim was already at the door, shooting the two of them an amused look before he jerked his head to tell that they were leaving, and Sebastian obliged after saying goodbye, following Jim to the car.
“So, what exactly was that, and is it going to be a regular thing?”
“I believe you’re familiar with blow jobs, and my assumption is that you already receive them on a somewhat regular basis,” Jim said drily as he buckled himself up.
“You watching and deciding who’s giving it to me isn’t,” he countered just as easily, steering the car through the now mostly abandoned streets. “Somehow this leads back to our… discussion earlier, but I’m a bit hazy on the details.”
The criminal rubbed two fingers along his lips, outing a low chuckle. “Yes, it does. You seem to be experienced when it comes to sexual pleasures. I like to watch and learn. Is there a problem?”
“You could have just told me that beforehand,” Sebastian grunted, an incredulous look on his face. “But other than that, I don’t think there is. I don’t mind you watching me. And she was pretty good.”
“Pretty good,” Jim repeated, his head tilted as he observed Sebastian’s profile. “I see. I think I need to properly read your answers before tomorrow night.”
“Yes, I was thinking of another evaluation tomorrow night.”
“And I assume you won’t inform the poor girl again.”
“Ms McMillan didn’t seem to mind,” Jim reminded him in a sweet voice, batting his dark lashes at him in a way that just made Sebastian squirm.
“Yes, well.. You have to be taking into account that there is a possibility that they’ll reject me.”
“I do. I just expect that that possibility is quite small. You do possess a convincing sort of charm. And I like observing a prowling tiger.”
Hearing those words coming out of Jim’s mouth seemed almost unnatural to him. If there was someone charming out of the two of them, it was Jim. Sebastian nodded shortly as he parked the car, feeling immensely flattered. “Heh. Thank you. I guess I should make sure I have some condoms in my pockets then.”
“You should,” Jim nodded and got out, entering their house without bothering to check if Sebastian followed. Not that that was necessary, the sniper followed anyway, still feeling a bit blown-away. It had been fun, and he could only wonder what kind of evaluation Jim had planned for the following night.