Title: A Cure for Boredom
Rating: M (Language, smut)
Words: 3.1 K
The dinner table was littered with blueprints and building lay-outs, and Sebastian sucked thoughtful on his pen as he studied them, wanting to come up with a proper strategy for the next job. He slowly looked up when he heard someone sauntering inside, looking right into Jim’s scrutinizing stare.
“Is there something the matter?”
“It’s not urgent, if that’s what you’re actually asking,” Jim shrugged, taking the seat opposite of him, his eyes momentarily sliding over the plans Sebastian had lied out. “I was hoping you wanted to clarify some matters.”
Sebastian sat back slowly, removing the pen from his mouth. “Such as?”
“When I asked you about your first kiss, you wrote down two ages, but didn’t specify any further,” Jim frowned, rubbing his fingers through his black scruff. “I have my assumptions, but I want to know for sure.”
The sniper grinned for a moment, stretching himself out and brushing a hand through his hair. “I was fifteen when I kissed a girl and twenty when I kissed a boy. Man. Young man.”
“I see,” he mused, but there was some sort of surprise on his face.
“Actually, yes. You went to an all-boys college.”
“Where I was surrounded by teenage boys who were obsessed with girls, like most boys are at that age,” Sebastian retaliated. “If we weren’t talking sports or cars, we were talking about girls, who did what and with whom. I actually pounced on the first chance I got, so I had something to boast about. It was summer recess, and I met a girl when I was to the country with my family. I considered she would do nicely.”
“Pounced,” Jim repeated, with a raised eyebrow. “Charming. And the man?”
“We made out in the library between the stacks,” the sniper said smugly, his eyes gleaming a bit at the memory. “He was mostly there, and I liked it there as well. Things progressed naturally.”
“Mhm. Do you have a preference?”
“That’s an odd thing to ask. It’s not just a craving, you know. I don’t wake up with a sudden urge. Sometimes I see a man and find him attractive and sometimes I see a women and find her attractive. I don’t think I would ever prefer someone over someone else because of gender.”
The criminal seemed to let that sink in a bit, slowly nodding, fingers rubbing over his lips. “That seems logical. And your first times? They weren’t so far apart.”
Sebastian shook his head, thinking back a bit. “Yeah, both when I was in Oxford. Nineteen with a woman and twenty-one when with a man. It was nice to be away from home. Well, I was away from home when I was at Eton, but now I was away from home surrounded by women, so they actually interested me more at first. I guess I was a bit deprived.” His sentence ended with a chuckle, and he glanced at Jim with an interested look. “What about you?”
“What does it matter?”
“It doesn’t. I’m curious.”
Jim just smirked and dragged a hand over his face. “Yes, speaking of curiosity… Why do you keep referring to your nipples like you have only one?”
“Because I do,” Sebastian said simply, grinning a crooked grin.
The dark eyes widened just a bit, the thin, black eyebrows raising. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me perfectly.” The blonde pushed himself off his chair and lifted his shirt, revealing a tanned, muscled torso with a missing left nipple and four prominent scars running down his chest, as if something tried to claw him open. “Got mauled by a tiger once. Restoring my nipple was the last thing on my mind at that moment.”
Jim’s head tilted just a bit, his eyes following the trail of scars. “Then what was?”
“Follow the fucker and kill it,” he mused as he seated himself again. “You get a nice price for tigers. The fur is saleable, not to mention they use all kind of bits in medications and such.”
There was a silence for a few moments, but then Jim huffed a laugh and stood up, smoothing out his slacks. “We’ll be leaving at 2000 tonight, Bastian. Do suit up. Oh, and by the way..” His pale fingers tapped the schemes Sebastian had lied out. “I like the plan.”
One of the corners of his mouth tugged up in a sense of pride, but the sniper wasn’t granted time to retaliate. Jim dashed out of the door with his usual cocky walk, the heels of his brogues clacking on the wooden floor, leaving Sebastian once again in wonderment.
Jim navigated Sebastian to a building that he vaguely recognized as one of their lab’s. He never spent much time there; he didn’t even that much chemical knowledge, and certainly not enough to make explosives, let alone controllable one’s. He parked the car with one smooth move, shooting his boss a questioning look as he got out. Their eyes met and Jim chuckled, nodding his head into the general direction of the building.
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”
“What, courage man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care,” Sebastian mused, raising his eyebrows at Jim, as if challenging him.
“Oh, clever, that’s clever,” Jim purred, shaking his head a bit. “Let’s see how clever that tongue of yours really is.”
That was apparently all the information he was going to get, and Sebastian shook his head with a soft sigh. Still, his curiosity won and he followed Jim inside, his gaze sweeping over the suited frame for a moment. The criminal looked so much more comfortable in a suit than Sebastian felt. Of course he was sort of used to wearing uniforms, he had worn them both in school and in the army. But Jim really pulled it off, while Sebastian just pulled it on, as far as he was concerned.
The faint scent of chemicals lingered in the air and it seemed practically abandoned, to the point that the sniper started wondering if there was anyone. Jim opened the door to a space that apparently served like an office of the sorts, his lips quirking up when he spotted the woman he probably had been looking for. Sebastian didn’t know what he had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. She looked great; small, dark eyes, dark wavy hair, undeniably Indian. It seemed she had already changed her clothes for the night, because Sebastian couldn’t imagine she worked in a dress like that.
“Kali, hello. Love the Marchesa.” Jim’s voice ripped him out of his train of thought and Sebastian shot her a small smile, when she addressed both him and the criminal. The name was a bit too fitting, so it couldn’t possible her real name. Not that it mattered, some people preferred having some kind of nickname.
“Ah, yes. Thank you, sir. I’ve taken the liberty to change out of my working clothes,” she said casually, her voice cool and low. Sebastian tried to guess where she could come from, his eyes fixed on her as she led them to sit. Their discussion didn’t interest him much; he had not much knowledge about the subject, and it was evident that this Kali knew what she was talking about. What did interest him was the scar that led down her neck, over her collarbone, and into the dress. It raised a bit on her skin, unlike his own scars, that were seeped into his body. He wondered what happened, and what caused the skin to raise up like that, his head tilted a bit as he studied it.
Her dark eyes suddenly latched onto his gaze, her cool voice surprising him. “My shirt caught fire when I was young, and my mother threw water on it, causing the fabric to stick to my skin. When it was ripped off, my skin came off as well.”
Sebastian blinked a few times, as if suddenly realizing how much he had actually been staring, and he cursed his curiosity, feeling a bit foolish. “I’m sorry.. It’s just.. Your scar looks different from mine, and I couldn’t help but wonder..”
“It’s fine, Colonel,” Kali chuckled, shrugging a bit, only to be interrupted by Jim’s Irish lilt. “But staring is very impolite, Bastian, you know that. I think you should apologize properly.” A snap of his fingers followed and he shot Sebastian a meaningful look. “On your knees, dear.”
His mind didn’t even protest to being ordered around like that. Most people didn’t even have to try, didn’t even have to think about ordering him around. But this was Jim, and for some reason that look in his eyes and that smirk were enough to make him sink to his knees. Sebastian looked up expectantly, but Jim just raised his eyebrows at him, telling him that it should be obvious what he had to do. Searching his mind, he suddenly remembered what Jim had said before they went in, about wanting to see how clever his tongue really was. He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss near the hollow of her knee, his lips slowly sliding up higher over the insides of her thigh. She let out a surprised gasp, her legs clenching a bit together, which caused Jim to tut.
“I suggest you give him some space to work in. If you want him to, that is.”
Kali relaxed, and Sebastian kissed his way up, nipping at the sensitive flesh and lapping at the bite marks he left to soothe them. He could feel the muscles quiver beneath her skin, her skirt riding up higher and higher. She wasn’t that noisy, but he could hear her breathing speed up, and he could feel her getting warmer under his touch, her body squirming a bit when he pressed a kiss on the soft satin of her panties. His lips brushed over the material, just to make her gasp and squirm a bit more, making her hips arch into the touch, making her moan softly, until he felt Jim nudging him with his foot.
“Don’t tease her too much, this isn’t about you.”
Sebastian complied immediately, shoving the flimsy material aside and pressing a heated kiss on her clit, his tongue flicking against it. He could feel her growing moist against his tongue, and she moved underneath his touch, her body writhing. Her moaning got gradually louder and her hands tangled in his hair, only to fall away again after a warning clack of Jim’s tongue. When he moved one hand closer in a caressing stroke, he got another nudge of Jim’s foot. So, it had to be just the tongue. Kali pushed her hips towards him as he licked along the sensitive skin, opening her up for him and licking into her, tasting her with eagerness. His lips moved against her as he worked his tongue in and out, and he angled his head a bit, trying to get as deep as possible. He tried his hardest, doing the best he could, what was mostly pretty damn good. The odd thing was that he realized he wasn’t doing it for her, but for Jim. It was Jim he wanted to impress, and the fact that he was doing that while pleasuring someone else was weird as Hell to him.
Sebastian’s tongue continued to thrust inside of her, moving up every once in a while to circle the sensitive nub, until she clenched around him, cursing underneath her breath. He pulled back, slightly out of breath, looking up to Kali with a small smirk as she slowly made herself look presentable again. Next to him Jim stood up with one gracious move, and the sniper was surprised to see the Irishman had his phone in his hand. He couldn’t remember he had heard it ring, but then again, he had been kind of occupied.
“Terribly sorry, it seems we’re in a rush,” Jim drawled, not looking heated or affected by what he had seen in the least. It got Sebastian slightly worried, wondering if he had not done enough, if he should have done more. The criminal tapped him on the shoulder and Sebastian got up quickly, leading Jim to the car after they had said there goodbyes to a flustered Kali.
The sniper licked his lips as he got in, her taste still lingering on them. “We are in a rush? Something happened?”
“Not sure yet,” Jim frowned, tapping away on his telephone. “We’ll find out. Bring us to the safe-house on Thames Street. Katya Andrick is there.”
“The Ukranian girl? Blonde, blue-eyed? If she had to find shelter, something must have happened.”
“That would be her, yes. And we’ll find out, if you would just go and drive,”
The car started with a roar, and Sebastian sped off. It wasn’t that long of a drive, and he knew what house Jim had been talking about. He took a moment to survey the street as he got out of the car, before he walked up to a non-descriptive building, entering the code to let both him and the criminal in.
They found a slightly battered blonde in the kitchen who was busy cleaning her wounds. It didn’t look that bad, except for a cut on the side that needed stitches. She frowned slightly as they entered, standing up a bit wobbly.
“Mr Moriarty, Colonel Moran. I ‘ad not expected you.” Her accent was heavy, she rolled the r’s in both their names, her e’s more sounding like i’s. Sebastian patted on the table to indicate that she should sit, his fingers inspecting the heavily bleeding cut. Jim sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, vaguely waving one hand around.
“Just tell us what happened. We would have heard it anyway.”
“Vell, the target is down. It just cost me more trouble than I thought. Lots of guards. My info did not say they would be there.” Katya stripped her shirt off to make it easier for Sebastian, revealing a muscled, athletic torso and sending him a grin in the process. The sniper raised an eyebrow at her, but adjusted her bra a bit and went on with the cleaning and stitching.
The criminal narrowed his eyes slightly, his head rolling on his shoulders. “So, either your information wasn’t right, or they knew you were coming. I am not happy with either of the scenario’s.”
He seemed to be lost in thought after that, black eyes staring into the void. Sebastian just let him be and finished up his work. A doctor could have done this better, but it wasn’t too bad. She barely winced when he was working on her, just shooting him a saucy grin every now and then. There wasn’t much more to worry about, but he did clean all the other cuts quickly, his cloth tracing a nasty cut over her cheekbone as she fluttered her eyelids up to him.
“Just kiss it better when you’re done, so we can go,” Jim said out of the blue, evidently worked out whatever he was thinking about.
Now it was his turn to grin and he quickly claimed her lips, his mouth rough and demanding. His hand gripped her neck firmly, keeping her in place as he slid his tongue in her mouth, twirling it around hers. Her fighting back against Sebastian to try and assert dominance was just cute to him and it didn’t take long for him to have her melting against him. His lips slid smoothly against hers as he licked into her mouth, biting on her lips and sucking on her tongue, evoking the sweetest little moans from her. Again, he gave it all he had, and again he found that he didn’t do it to impress his partner, but to impress Jim. He had no idea what there was wrong with him. Usually he would just go and shoot someone, so Jim would purr what an adorable sniper he was, and Sebastian would’ve been pleased with the small compliment.. How he had gone from that point to this, he had no idea.
His lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen and he ceased the tongue-fucking, the predatory grin still on his face as he pulled back with a lick at his lips. Jim stood up at almost the exact moment, grinning as well.
“I’m sure that would do, tiger. Ms Andrick, you can stay here until further orders.” With a wink he left the kitchen, and Sebastian followed after sending her one last, teasing wink.
The ride home was silent, with Sebastian shooting Jim a sideway glance every once in a while. The criminal didn’t notice, or pretended not to notice, while Sebastian was so horribly curious about Jim’s findings. Not that he would ask. It would only irritate the Irishman if he would do that. The sniper just wanted to hear Jim’s opinion about tonight, about his efforts, about him, but it seemed Jim had something else on his mind. After all, they nearly had a job gone wrong, and he didn’t look that impressed with his endeavours. Maybe he had to kick it up a notch. Maybe Jim didn’t like women that much, although that didn’t explain why he kept hooking Sebastian up with them.
Another thing that bothered him was the fact that while the girls had been pretty, they hadn’t affected him much. It had been Jim who affected him, no matter what he had been doing and with who. Just the thought that those dark eyes were following his every move were enough to get him going. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and let out a soft sigh. Yes, definitely enough to get him going. Enough to get into the house as fast as he could, making a beeline for the shower. He was in desperate need for a wank, and he could only hope that Jim wouldn’t notice or deduce. He had had enough questions for today.