So, yaaaaay! The boys are back! And to stay (hopefully)!

So yes, Freakazoid of Manga, I promised a smut. Alas, Shea was cockblocked by my writer's block.

So this is going to be chapter 1, and that may be chapter 2.


Sight

Seamus had always been one to take note of more subtle things, things that others would overlook. But the keen eyes of the Irish bloke would find them as if they were blatantly obvious. It's why he was good about reading facial expressions.

He could notice the slightest dip in someone's brow, the littlest quirk of their lip, the tiniest glance of their eye. The slightest twitch of a muscle, or tense of the jaw. Though he may be oblivious to many things, he excelled in reading body language.

He supposed it was why he understood Jack so well. Though the winter hellion seemed like an open book, Seamus knew better. When he and Bunnymund fought, Seamus could always see the true hidden hurt in Jack's eyes as he snapped a retort at the cranky Pooka, or how uncomfortable Tooth actually made him when she would forcefully give him a tooth checkup, or how the boy would flinch with pain when North would crush the young spirit in a hug, or how attached he was to Sandy.

It helped Seamus gage how to interact with the hellion, whether a hug would cause the boy to smile or to lash out. Whether he should hug the boy or leave him be. And whether things could escalate from a simple kiss to something more.

Seamus could read others as well, but he knew Jack best. He knew every dilation of his eye, every flare of his nose, every smirk, every inhale and exhale. Call him creepy, but Seamus knew his Jack like the back of his hand.

Only once was he stumped.

It was a few days past Jack's birthday (January 3rd), and the Guardians had given the boy an iPod. As if the hellion wasn't already childish. Seamus sat across from Jack, gazing at him from over his teacup full of whiskey. His eyes flickered over the winter spirit, taking in details.

The spirit worried his lower lip with his teeth, and his eyes were only slightly narrowed. Not even narrowed, tensed explained the slight tightness of his gaze better. His shoulders were set, and his fingers were rigid as he tapped on the screen of his iPod to a strange rhythm. His brows were only partially furrowed.

Seamus pursed his lips with thought as he processed the visual clues the boy in front of him gave off.

Suddenly, Jack shot off the couch.

"Damnit!" He shouted. Seamus, startled, nearly dropped his teacup.

"Jackson!" He yelped, setting his cup down with a shaky breath. Jack looked up at the frightened man and smiled sheepishly.

"Oops?" He said. Seamus stood.

"What the hell was that about?" Seamus asked. Jack tossed his iPod into his chair and crossed his arms, pouting.

"Flappy Bird," Jack hissed. Seamus stared at the winter spirit, deadpan, before he covered his mouth with his hand to hide a smirk. His free arms crossed over his chest.

"Oh?"

"Ah shaddup," Jack muttered. Seamus chuckled and pulled him into a hug.


Flappy Bird is Satan, and that is that.

So, it was brief, but how was it? I haven't written SeamusXJack in foreeeeeeever.

Disclaimer- I don't own ROTG, or any of the characters.