Title: A Cure for Boredom
Rating: M (Language, smut (breathplay, restraining))
The next morning his frustration still wasn’t fully dissipated. Even his usual morning jog didn’t clear his head entirely, and he let out a small groan as he once again got into the shower. The hot water ran over his skin, relaxing his tensed muscles. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could just see Jim’s intense gaze staring at him, challenging him. And then that smirk, that devilishly hot smirk of his that made shivers run down Sebastian’s spine, and his cock twitch. Looking down on himself, he let out a soft sigh, one hand slipping down his body, fingers curling around his shaft. He gave himself a few loose strokes, heat spreading in his groin. It was maybe a bit too much to wank in the shower, twice on a row, while one was thinking of his superior. His cock felt heavy in his hand as he smoothed his thumb over the head, slicking up his shaft with his precum without getting it rinsed away by the water too much.
Sebastian remembered how Jim had been watching that first time, in his office, how his dark eyes had gleamed. It just made his abdomen tighten in pleasure, arousal coursing through his veins. His imagination easily switched to Jim’s mouth, those perfect pink, sinful lips that would look so gorgeous wrapped around his cock, taking in his length. Thinking about that was enough to make him come with a low growl, steadying himself against the wet tiles as he released himself. Fucked. He was so fucked.
Sauntering around the kitchen, he completed his morning ritual with a cup of coffee and a cigarette that was perched between his lips. His hair was still damp, sticking against the back of his neck and he casually brushed a hand through it, only to still in his motions when he heard a noise. Sebastian looked dead into Jim’s dark eyes, and the criminal smirked that damned smirk at him.
“You know how I feel about smoking inside, Sebastian,” he drawled, giving a dignified nod at the cigarette. The sniper just shrugged, inhaling slowly, filling his lungs with the toxic fumes. “That’s why I’m doing it in the kitchen. We have a hood, might as well use it.”
Jim’s smirk just widened a bit at his defiance and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, leaning against the counter. “I hope you haven’t exhausted yourself yet with your endeavours. I need you to pick something up for me. Well, not so much for me. For the upcoming job. I won’t come with you.”
The remark about his endeavours caused him to stiffen up a bit, and he slowly exhaled. “So, a handler then? Might be a good move, if someone really sold Kendrick out.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he purred, pale hands smoothing out his jacket. “Wouldn’t want to mess up my suit, of course. Blackwell has the passports and tickets for you, the team, and the handler.”
Sebastian sipped his coffee and shrugged, trying to act as casual as possible. “Sure, I’ll pick them up.”
“You can pick her up as well.”
His eyebrows perked up a bit. “You’ll be coming with me then?”
The criminal huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Oh, no. But just because I’m not there doesn’t mean I won’t be watching.” He shot Sebastian a grin and slowly strolled out of the kitchen. “See you when you get back, dear. Don’t take too long. Nothing too fancy.”
That sounded like a challenge and an order. The sniper gave a stiff nod and gulped his coffee down, inwardly cursing himself for getting himself off in the shower. He should have known better.
It didn’t take long for him to find the apartment and after a few knocks, the door was opened to reveal a small blonde. She raised an eyebrow at his appearance, a small blush pinking her cheeks as she let out an awkward cough.
“It’s you. I had not expected you. Come in. I’m going to find myself some trousers.”
Sebastian’s eyes travelled over her body as he followed her in, lingering for a moment on her bare legs. To be honest, at first he had not even noticed she wasn’t wearing any, his gaze had fixed itself on her bosom almost immediately. Impolite, he knew that, but it was impressive to say the least. All in all, she was quite buxom, with a lovely hourglass-figure. While he certainly didn’t mind the muscled, athletic bodies of the previous girls, it was nice to see someone softer. And fine, he just really liked a nice pair of tits.
Her shirt actually reached to her mid-thigh, it wasn’t that indecent, so he shrugged slightly and shot her a charming grin. “Don’t trouble yourself too much for me. Just give me what I came for and I’ll be on my way.”
Her blush worsened just a bit, and she seemed to doubt for a moment before she darted to her desk, quickly grabbing a stack of envelopes. “Everything is in here, every passport comes with a plane ticket. I’ll check you in before you leave, so you won’t have to wait. Idem for your return. Give me a call if you don’t make it to your flight back. Destroy the passport in case someone, you know, doesn’t make it.”
His grin widened as he checked everything, nodding appreciatively at the quality. “Nice work,” he mused, pausing a bit as he tried to remember her name. “Elizabeth?”
“Just Liz, please. And thank you. For the compliment, I mean,” she said bashfully, rummaging on her desk only to emerge with a cigarette. Liz stuck it between her lips as she continued her search for a lighter, but Sebastian stepped closer, lighting it for her. Shooting him a shy smile, she inhaled slowly, the tip of the cigarette smouldering.
He watched the smoke twirl from her plump lips as she exhaled, his eyes gleaming at the sight. It was a shame his own fags were still in the car, because smelling hers made him want one instantly. Him patting his pockets was apparently enough information for her.
“It’s my last, I’m afraid. Otherwise I would offer you one.” The forger tentatively held it out to him, and Sebastian graciously accepted it, taking a long drag as he looked at her.
“If you want to share, we could share. I’m okay with it.”
“It’s a bit of a teenage-thing to do, though,” she chuckled, leaning against the desk and brushing her hair out of her face. “Secretly smoking, sharing your cigarettes, trying a smoke-kiss. Although I’ve never had those.”
Sebastian grinned his predatory grin, jumping onto the opportunity. “You never had a smoke-kiss?”
Liz shook her head a bit, blonde strands falling back in her face. “Is that so weird?”
“I guess not,” he shrugged, twirling the cigarette between his fingers and stepping a bit closer, looking down on her. “You want one?”
“You’re seriously offering,” she said disbelievingly, her eyes narrowing just a bit, her gaze sliding over his body. The blush was back when she nodded slowly. “I guess I would like to try, yeah.”
Another smirk made his appearance on Sebastian’s face as he studied Liz’ reaction, a small chuckle escaping his throat before he took a long drag. He held the toxics back in his lungs while his hand slid into the nape of her neck, bringing her closer. Sebastian’s lips pressed onto the other’s and as soon as Liz opened hers, he exhaled slowly, letting the smoke swirl into forger’s mouth. Her chest pushed against his as she inhaled, and he could feel the hot breath and fumes roll over his cheek as she released them through her nose. He smiled in the kiss, and managed to slip a tongue in, in and against Liz’, flickering teasingly as it tasted the tar and vanilla of the cigarette.
Her hands shot up to his chest when she felt his tongue, fingers curling into the fabric in surprise. Still, she answered it and Sebastian slowly dropped the cigarette in a nearby ashtray, so he had the possibility to trail his fingers over her bare thigh.Her skin was soft, her flesh was soft. Sebastian could only hope that her breasts were just as full, her abdomen just as tender. Liz shivered underneath his touch, her hands brushing higher, through his hair. Nails scratched over his scalp, fuck yes, he loved it when they did that.
Sebastian was sure she could have done a lot of pleasurable things with that mouth, but Jim had said to pick her up and nothing too fancy, so he assumed it should be just a quick shag. It was different now the criminal wasn’t there himself, but Sebastian could only assume there were camera’s here somewhere, and he didn’t like the idea of letting Jim down. His hands slid up over the curve of her hips, riding the shirt up as well. He only broke the kiss to get it off her, and to get some air in his lungs. It was easy for him to lift her up a bit, setting her on the desk. His hand slid from her neck to her hair, pulling it to make her bare her neck, making her moan and arch into the touch. Her blush spread from her neck to her chest, and he eagerly nipped at the heated skin. His tongue slid lower, over her sternum as he unclasped her bra, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her bare breasts.
Liz moved so pleasantly against him when he tugged at her nipples with his lips and teeth, her hands unbuttoning his shirt, fingers tracing his scars and making him growl. His thumbs hooked into the elastics of her panties, tugging them down. Sebastian doesn’t bother with undressing himself completely, he just loosened his jeans, applied a condom and let her wrap her legs around him as he bucked his hips up to enter her. Her fingers grasped at his blonde strands, yanking on it as he pushed in deeper. She moulded perfectly beneath his hands, Sebastian could make her arch against him with just a few flexes of his muscles and he loved it. A tilt of her hips was enough to get him to slide deeper into her, earning himself a low moan. She was hot and tight, and her breasts moved with every thrust of his hips. Her pale skin flushed some more, her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she whimpered and dug her nails into his skin.
The sniper kept her in place, one hand firmly on the small of her back, the other sliding down, his thumb circling the sensitive nub. Liz cursed and tightened her muscles, holding onto him for dear life. “Fuck, Colonel Moran…”
That only added fuel to the fire that was his arousal. It didn’t matter to him that she might not even know his first name. Her addressing him like that was just fucking hot, and he growled lowly, letting his tongue run over he jugular as he increased the pressure of his thumb, the pace and roughness of his thrusts. With only a few more thrusts, she toppled against him in a breathless heap, moaning curses and praises, calling him sir and Colonel, and fuck, he should tell his partners his title more often if he got this in return. It didn’t take long for him to come as well, and he released himself with a string of profanities. His eyes screwed close, and he could just imagine Jim sending him a pleased smirk, as if telling him that he was such a good boy. The sniper shook his head, getting rid of the image and pulled out with a soft groan. He still had no idea what Jim meant with ‘nothing too fancy’, it was better to get back as soon as possible. Heaving a deep breath, he straightened and cleaned himself up, winking at the flustered girl as he left.
“You gave her quite some attention for a quickie,” came the criminal’s accusatory voice as soon as Sebastian stepped into the living room. He rolled his eyes and tried again to flatten his hair a bit. “I hardly know the girl, and she was a shy one. You can’t expect me to just bend her over. She would’ve freaked out.”
The dark eyes narrowed at him, but then Jim shrugged just a bit, the grin returning. “I see. What did she say?”
“What did she say when?”
“Don’t act that naïve, Bastian. It was evident she said something that made you just a bit rougher. What was it?”
“Colonel Moran,” he shrugged and sat down opposite of Jim. “And sir, at some point.”
Jim’s tongue jutted out, wetting his lower lip, and Sebastian’s eyes were drawn to it immediately. There was just something about that mouth, and it was fucking distracting. So distracting that he wasn’t paying attention to whatever Jim was talking about. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
“That you have a serious oral fixation,” the Irishman grinned, as if he knew exactly what Sebastian had been thinking about. “You like using your mouth and tongue, you like kissing, biting, sucking, you like oral sex, giving and receiving. You didn’t have to kiss her, but you did it anyway.”
Sebastian grinned as well. “I just really like foreplay, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I think it’s cute,” Jim mused. “Well, not so much with your list of kinks, but it’s very considerate of you.”
“Considerate,” the sniper repeated, his eyebrows raising. “I don’t think we’re quite on the same page concerning foreplay.”
“It’s meant to create sexual arousal and desire for sexual activity.”
“Yeah, definitely not on the same page.”
“I like to have them yearning for more,” Sebastian said lowly, his grin widening. “I want to hear them plead, I want to have them begging for me, for my cock. I just want to kiss them, touch them, bruise them, make them bleed. I’ll pull their hair, bite them, mark them, choke them, make them whine and sob. I want them telling me that they can’t take it any more before I fuck them That’s foreplay for me.”
Jim slowly leaned back against the backrest of his favourite wing-back chair, blinking at Sebastian, and the sniper was pleased to see that Jim looked somewhat impressed. He swallowed slowly, his nostrils flaring. “I see. Should have known better after I read your answers, really. Thanks for clearing that up.”
“No problem.” Sebastian leaned back as well, sitting with his legs spread as always.
“I was eighteen, by the way.”
His brow furrowed for a moment as he tried to figure out where Jim was talking about. “Your first time, you mean? With a man or a woman?”
“Both. Well, not at the same time. But I needed something, and youngsters are easy to manipulate with sex, so I went and did that.”
“Like you know anything about romantics,” Jim scoffed with an amused glint in his eyes.
“Only what I read,” Sebastian smirked. “Do you have a preference?”
“You’re just casually asking me if I’m gay.”
“So what if I am?”
“Just stating,” Jim grinned, and stood up with one smooth move. “Tonight we’ll be visiting the researcher that gave Andrick her information. I hope you’re up for it.”
“Sure, I’m up for it.”
“I had not expected anything else, Tiger.”
While Sebastian had been secretly hoping for a man this time, it turned out to be another woman. Maybe he was wrong for assuming Jim was gay after all. He did have a knack for picking them out; each of them had assets Sebastian liked in a potential bed-partner, although none of them were just right. She was nice-looking though, this Angel. There was nothing angelic about her appearance with her dark-brown hair, bright eyes and olive skin. She sucked at the long nail of her pinky finger when Jim asked her a tough question, but she always managed to come up with a satisfying answer. At least, it had to be satisfying, the criminal had not broken her neck yet, or ordered Sebastian to do so.
Her oversized shirt sagged slightly off her shoulder when she got up to retrieve some files from her desk, revealing a part of a tattooed wing. Sebastian rose an eyebrow at the sight, and wondered if they would cover her whole back. They probably would, with a nickname like hers. The papers were handed over to Jim when she sat down, and the sniper shot her a grin.
“I like the wings. Suits you well.”
Her hand shot up to brush over her shoulder and Angel smirked back at him. “Thanks. They’re actually not angel wings, but swan wings. Although angels are typically portrayed with one set of wings, they have more than one pair according to the lore.”
“Odette would suit you better then.”
Her smirk widened. “I think I would be more of an Odile, sir.”
Sebastian huffed a laugh, not wanting to admit that it didn’t immediately occur to him who Odile was. It wasn’t lost on the criminal, who outed a laugh as well. “The black swan, dear.”
“Yes, I gathered that much, thank you,” he said gruffly, sending Jim an annoyed look.
“I’m actually surprised you said something like that in the first place,” Angel flapped out, and covered her mouth with her hands, seemingly shocked at her own words. “Fuck. I mean, not many men know something like that. Not that I think that you’re some thug with a gun or something like that.. I just.. I’m sorry, sir. My apologies. I’m going to shut up now.”
Her ramble was amusing to see, and even Jim tore his gaze away from the files to look at her with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smirk that would make the Devil hang his head in shame.
“I do hope your mouth doesn’t run off that often, dear.”
A bashful shake of her head was her only answer to that, and she sucked her lower lip in. “I don’t make a habit out of it,” she said eventually, cautiously. “Especially not around superiors.” Still, she didn’t break eye-contact, the dark gaze boring into her bright eyes while Sebastian looked between them. It didn’t happen often that someone could hold Jim’s gaze. It was evident she was reluctant, but she didn’t cast her gaze down.
“Weeeeeelll,” Jim drawled, “Your work is impeccable, and you were not at fault for Kendrick’s misfortune. I guess we can let your insubordination slide, for now.”
One of the corners of her mouth quirked up, making her look smug.
“Don’t get cocky, darling.” His finger brushed over a dimple in her cheek, causing her to straighten up a bit. Jim seemed even paler next to her olive skin, and he looked absolutely stunning, in his own deranged, mad way. “I could come back on my words. Colonel Moran may be an educated man, I didn’t hire him for that.”
“It’s just an asset,” Sebastian grinned, winking at her and earning himself a coy smile.
“I can imagine it’s hardly your only one. Or is that insubordination as well?”
“I guess so, yes,” the criminal mused, skipping through the files again. “But by all means, go and find out.”
She tilted her head and blinked a few times, before she suddenly moved to sit in Sebastian’s lap, her hands tracing the muscles in his upper arms. The sniper grinned up at her, taking hold of her chin and stealing a kiss. He languidly licked into her mouth, having absolutely no intention of rushing this. Jim didn’t seem in a hurry anyway. In fact, he was barely looking, and Sebastian was quite prone on changing this. His fingers tugged the button of his jacket loose and he shrugged it off, allowing her to work his shirt open. Their lips slid smoothly together, tongues slipping against each other, her hands wandering over his chest, tracing his scars. He grinned when he heard her breath hitch, slowly breaking off the kiss so she could get a good look. She spread her fingers on his chest, following the stripes with a slight whistle.
“The tiger-story is real, then? “
“Yeah, it is. I had no idea there was a story.”
“Oh, yes,” she grinned, grabbing the hem of her own shirt to get it off, revealing her naked torso. “You’re almost as famous as M is, Crackshot Colonel.”
His eyes fixed immediately on her pierced nipples, his lips curling up at the sight. Her back arched, and she let out a low moan when he took one between his lips, tugging at it, his tongue circling around the cool metal. His lips brushed over her sternum, kissing their way to her other nipple to give it the same treatment. His hands slid up as he pulled back, thumbs flicking over the hardened nubs, making her grind onto his lap in the most delicious way, and spark his arousal.
She kept tracing her fingers over his scars, and it distracted him enormously. His hands caught hers and drew them to her back, encircling both her wrists with one hand to restrain her. Her squirming was adorable, but it didn’t cost Sebastian much trouble to keep her in place. His other hand got hold of her long dark locks, pulling at them to yank her head back. Teeth raked over her neck, nipping at the skin, marking and biting wherever he wanted, making her moan and rut. Her skin grew hot under his lips, the marks flaring up, the skin darkening. Letting go of her hair, he fixed his attention on her skin-tight trousers. It was quite a project to get her out of it with only one hand. Unfortunately he didn’t succeed, having to let her go, letting out a disappointed growl as he did so Quickly throwing her back on the couch, he ripped the fabric off her, grinning at her surprised gasp. His fingers curled around her throat to make sure she didn’t come back up and he squeezed slightly when she squirmed, his grin widening at her reaction. Her pupils were blown, making her eyes even darker, and when Sebastian looked up, his blue eyes met another pair of dark orbs. The files were seemingly forgotten, laying in Jim’s lap, his eyes fixed on Sebastian like he was the most fascinating thing, his head tilted. The sniper was utterly unable to look away, forgetting about the poor girl that was lying underneath him. She drew the attention back to herself by scratching along his scars and and he broke his gaze, blinking down at her and grabbing her hand with his own, suddenly getting an idea.
“Jim, can I get your tie?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s a McQueen,” Jim huffed, his nose scrunched up. “Go and de-claw your kitten in another way.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes at so much stubbornness and gave a small rut with his hips, making her squirm in his hold. “Then what do you suggest?”
The criminal shrugged slightly, his lips puckering in thought before he shot Sebastian a wicked smirk. “I can hold her down for you, if you’re that desperate.” He actually snapped his fingers, beckoning her to give him her hands which she willingly did. “Easy-peasy.”
Sebastian licked his lips at the sight and dipped his head low, letting his tongue do its torturing work on her. His hand occasionally tightened its hold on her throat, only to loosen it after a few moments, making her mewl and fidget. Her body was littered with the marks he sucked in her skin, when he finally hooked his thumbs in her panties to get rid of them. She was practically radiating heat, and Sebastian took a long look at his work as he tugged his own trousers and pants down. Her lower body kept arching up, desperate for his contact, her muscles rolling under the skin.
Taunting her some more, he let her wait for it, slowly applying the condom, his fingers stroking over his cock. Sure enough, it did make her bristle, and Sebastian finally gave in, lining himself up and snapping his hips. His hand found his way back to Angel’s throat, his fingers digging into the skin, bruising it some more as he properly cut off her airflow. Her head rolled back with a breathless moan, her eyes fluttering close as Sebastian thrust in deeper. The sniper wasted enough time with teasing and bruising, and he immediately set a rough pace, moving in and out of her with fast, deep strokes. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and in return he squeezed his hand, causing her to out a pitiful, needy sound that made Jim grin.
The fact that the criminal was so close, but still out of reach, was maddening. All Sebastian had to do was bend over some more to claim Jim’s lips, but his gaze was fixed on the sniper’s hand, as if he was studying what Sebastian exactly was doing to her. His fingers kept tightening, making her clench and trash around him, her fingers curling and uncurling in Jim’s grasp, until he suddenly let go. The hacker gasped, gulping in air as if she nearly drowned, her chest heaving. She didn’t have much time to recover, her muscles tensing up as her orgasm crashed right through her, her voice hoarse as she called out a sounding ‘Fuck!’. Grabbing her hips, he kept her in place as he gave his last thrusts, his head dropping to his chest as he cursed as well. It wasn’t as overwhelming as his first climax of the day, or the second for that matter, but it still left him with a slight post-coital bliss.
Jim had let go of her already, but she still lied there with her arms above her head, obviously crashed. It only took Sebastian a moment to get rid of the condom and get dressed, brushing a hand through his hair as the criminal straightened out his suit. She didn’t even react much when they made their, she just rolled her head to look at them, winking at him.
“You could have killed her,” Jim drawled as soon as they were outside, the night air cool against his sweaty forehead.
“You didn’t tell me to.”
The Irishman huffed a laugh, tracing Sebastian’s jawline with one finger. “Very good, Colonel. Now, let’s get home. You need to be well-rested for your job tomorrow.”