Another short story. Didn't know if it was good enough to post on here but you know, there is never enough MorMor in the world.
Jim had yelled. Jim had screamed. Jim had thrown whole breakfast, including the hot bacon that was still dripping with fat, at Sebastian. Luckily, none of the sharp knives were involved like Jim had threatened, or yelled at, him.
Sebastian had now managed to wrap his arms around him, crushing Jim's limbs to his sides. "Quiet, Jim. You'll wake the neighbours." If he hadn't already... The small, Irish man in his arms was still struggling but his yelling was now muffled by Seb's chest. As soon as he felt Jim relaxing, even if it was slightly, he raised one hand to brush through his dark hair. "Hush now, big man." A smile formed on Sebastian's lips as he indeed felt him calming down. Jim raised one hand to tug at he dog tags around the blonde sniper's neck. "You know better than to mock me, Sebby." 'Sebby' laughed quietly and pressed a kiss on the top of his head.
"What happened there, Jim?" Oh, he knew. Jim had snapped but it had been everything but unexpected. The boredom was literally killing him slowly. Jim needed the perfect distraction and Seb had always told him to go after it. To chase it.
Little did Sebastian know...