In The Country
"Sebastian, when I said you could pick the holiday destination, I thought you'd say Spain or Australia or Brazil or something," Jim complained, looking around him. The very green field screamed England. It was disgusting. "Not, fucking, Staffordshire."
"We're in Derbyshire right now," Sebastian pointed out sweetly.
Jim slapped him over the back of the head. "You know what I mean!" he whined.
Sebastian just laughed. "Well if you had a problem with it you shouldn't have given me your word that you'd go wherever I chose."
"I wasn't expecting anything like this!" Jim insisted.
"Well," Sebastian smirked, "You should know by now to expect the unexpected from me. I don't like to bore you after all."
"You're fucking annoying," Jim told him.
Sebastian looked at him in mock offence, "You love it."
"No."
"Yes you do, just like you love mee."
"Where did you get a crazy idea like that from?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes and pulled Jim close to him, kissing him quickly but passionately. Jim didn't protest at all, kissing him back, before looking at him sulkily.
"That is where I get a crazy idea like that from," he teased.
"Well that's just not fair," Jim whined, but moved to kiss him again. He pulled back and looked around. There was so much green. England was so bloody green, that was up with that? Everywhere they looked there just seemed to be every shade of green, trees, fields, corn, ugh. No, wait, that wasn't green. "What the fuck is that?" Jim demanded.
Sebastian followed his gaze, noting the black and white creature. He couldn't help but laugh, "You don't leave London much do you?" Jim just glared at him, waiting for his answer. "That's a cow, darling."
"It's disgusting," Jim complaining, crossing his arms.
"It producing the milk for your tea," Sebastian pointed out.
"Sebby, I wanna go back to London!" Jim whined. "Please? Plllleaaase? Sebby, please?" He grabbed Sebastian's arm, like a little kid, pulling at it and looking up at him with wide eyes.
Sebastian just laughed and pulled him up into his arms. "Nope, we're staying it and you're going to enjoy yourself."
"Noope. No I'm notttt," Jim whined.
Sebastian threw him over his shoulder and walked with him back to the cottage. Jim whined the whole way. Sebastian put him down once they were inside. Jim glared at him, leaning against the way with his arms crossed and one foot against the wall like a moody teenager.
"You know…" Sebastian said, thoughtfully, pulling his jumping off and walking through to the living room.
"What?" Jim prompted, following him.
"We can have fun without even leaving the cottage," he shrugged, like it was just a suggestion, barely worth listening to. "We have board games, books," he turned to face Jim and winked, "Each other."
Jim finally smiled. He walked over to Sebastian, pushing him against the wall and pinning him there. "Mm, I guess I could learn to enjoy myself here," he murmured before kissing him.