Sebastian crossed the office in three long strides, slamming his hands onto Jim's ebony desk and leaning forward so he was almost face to face with the shorter man, able to smell his cologne and hair gel, sophisticated and designer, and his natural scent beneath. Something dark and dangerous that reminded Seb of gunpowder mixed with cocoa powder.
The Irish man flicked his deep brown eyes up at his sniper before turning back to his papers.
"You think I haven't noticed you keep staring at me, boss?" Sebastian questioned harshly, "I ain't stupid, alright?!"
" 'Am not' " Jim corrected without looking up, "And yes, Sebastian, I am very aware you are not stupid. If you were stupid you wouldn't be working for me." He said flatly.
Seb snarled still, leaning forward. "Then why'd you keep looking at me?!" He demanded.
Jim smirked a little at his paperwork. "Come now, Sebastian..." he purred, "I though you 'ain't' stupid..."
Seb rolled his eyes, walking away from the table. Another one of Jim's fucking 'games'. He sat heavily, straddling the backwards facing chair to continue cleaning one of his guns. "How the hell am I meant to know?" He growled, more to himself.
Now that the other man's back was turned, Jim let his eyes travel down the man's back, pausing for a very long while at his utterly delectable arse.
"You're going it again." Sebastian snapped, "You're looking at me."
Jim hummed softly. "Well...I never said I wasn't..."
Sebastian turned sharply, snarling. "But why?! Why d'you keep fucking staring?!" He turned in his seat to face Jim.
Jim stepped up close to Sebastian and cupped his cheek carefully, a touch so light it was barely there. "Ever consider, Sebastian, that I find you attractive?"
Sebastian swallowed subtly, looking up at Jim, determined not to make the first move.
Jim pushed his fingers into Sebastian's hair, humming. "Because really...you are rather...nice to look at..."
Sebastian looked steadfastly up at Jim, gaze boring into his. He didn't like to admit it but his pulse was quickening frustratingly.
Jim smiled slowly, watching as Sebastian's eyes flicked momentarily to his lips. He smiled a little more. "Do you find me attractive, Sebastian?" He purred, knowing the answer.
Sebastian didn't need to answer. He knew he didn't and he wasn't going to. Instead, he simply wrapped his fingers around Jim's wrist, touching his cold, soft skin.
Jim didn't look at the warm hand on his small wrist. "Go on..." He breathed, "I dare you."
More often than not, when Jim Moriarty dared you to do something, you'd end up dead.
But the tension was building. A pull inside him and it would keep tugging and tugging until it snaps.
Sebastian rose to his feet, winding a muscled arm around Jim's small waist and pulling him close to his chest and crushing their lips together firmly, purposely.
Jim grinned victoriously against Sebastian's lips, gripping the sniper's leather jacket his fist. When he pulled away, he grinned even wider.
"Oh, we are going have fun..."