When Sebastian came down for breakfast the next morning, the house was still very quiet. He had gotten used to Moriarty being up before him, but apparently even his boss needed a bit of a lie-in after a shag like that.

However, as he walked to the counter to grab a pan, he found a note lying in the exact spot where Moriarty had been bent over the night before, which told Sebastian that he wasn't still sleeping after all. Moriarty had scribbled down that he'd be out of town for a couple of days, followed by a list of jobs that Sebastian had to do, the last of which was: 'pick me up at the airport'. Yet it didn't say when, or which airport. Sebastian huffed. Moriarty must have known he was leaving the night before, so he could just have told him all this when Sebastian had been watching his film. Or had his boss really been too shagged out to think? He chuckled at the thought.

Well, he wasn't going to complain about having the house to himself.

...

On the afternoon of the second day he had finished most of the list. It had all been easy, boring jobs, but he'd rushed through them so he'd have some peace before Moriarty returned. Only now did he remember that peace wasn't exactly what he was into. He spent a couple of hours at his old gym, but he wasn't in the mood for a pub, so on the way home he stopped at a shop to buy vegetables and steak. With a proper kitchen at his disposal and enough money to buy ingredients, he might as well cook to chase away the boredom. The house was just starting to smell good when his phone rang.

"Heathrow. 65 minutes," Moriarty said, then hung up.

Sebastian groaned and looked longingly at his steak. His vegetables would be fine, but the meat... Yet he'd better not eat it anyway and risk being late. After all Moriarty would want dinner too.

...

"No take-away tonight," Sebastian announced as soon as he'd found his boss in the mass of people.

"I know," Moriarty said, handing his bag to Sebastian. "I've already eaten."

"Good for you." Sebastian rolled his eyes but accepted the bag as he turned towards the exit. "So where've you been?"

"Working."

"Something interesting?" Sebastian asked.

Moriarty shook his head. "Tedious. But business is business."

Sebastian nodded and lifted Moriarty's bag into the car boot. "Do you want to drive?"

"Of course." Moriarty held his hand out for the key.

Sebastian smirked and handed it over. "Just stop at a shop for me."

"A shop?" Moriarty looked like he was considering biting Sebastian's head off.

"Yeah," Sebastian said, somehow keeping a straight face. "I was cooking when you called. If I have to reheat the meat I can as well eat it tomorrow and cook a new steak today."

"You're kidding me, right?" Moriarty glared at him, then apparently decided it wasn't worth it. "Fine..." he huffed and got into the car.

"Thanks, boss," Sebastian said, sitting down but not even bothering to fasten his seatbelt. He waited until they had left the parking lot before sliding a hand up Moriarty's thigh.

Moriarty's smirk was almost a smile as he glanced over. "Did you miss me?"

"Let me see. Did I miss a little man with a power complex who keeps me from eating my dinner?" Sebastian's hand continued its path, cupping Moriarty's crotch.

"What's not to miss?" Moriarty moaned softly at his touch.

Sebastian chuckled and finally opened Moriarty's zipper, then fondled his cock through his pants. "Feels like you've missed me too."

He grinned, pushed Moriarty's pants aside and started sucking him.

Moriarty didn't respond, but a moment later, Sebastian felt a gentle hand on the back of his head.

He had to suppress a chuckle as he felt his boss stroke his hair, and took him deeper, intent on making it good enough that Moriarty would almost lose control over the wheel.

...

They did make it to the shop without having an accident, though Moriarty was still looking slightly dazed when Sebastian got back into the car with his piece of meat.

"Can we go home now?" Moriarty sounded like a petulant child. But at least he was asking rather than demanding.

"Yes," Sebastian said. "The sooner the better. I'm really hungry now."

As soon as Moriarty stopped the car in front of the house, Sebastian was out, rushing to the kitchen. He started reheating his vegetables and took a clean pan for the meat.

Moriarty followed him more slowly. Instead of heading to his office, he got a beer from the fridge and leaned on the counter, watching him.

"Got the night off?" Sebastian asked as he put the meat in the pan. He glanced at the spot where Moriarty was standing. It would be good to move over and snog him a bit, but he couldn't risk ruining his steak a second time. Maybe when he was letting it rest, he told himself.

Moriarty nodded and took another sip of his beer.

It wasn't long before the steak was done. Praising himself for liking it bloody, Sebastian scooped it out of the pan and covered it.

"Are you sure you don't want a bite?" he asked, turning towards his boss.

"I've already eaten," Moriarty said, shrugging.

"So you said. But you have to admit this smells good." Sebastian took a few steps closer to him, but still kept some distance.

"It looks good," Moriarty said, not really looking at the food.

Sebastian smirked and leaned in. "I never care much about the aesthetics of my food."

"I do care," Moriarty said, licking his lips. "I like pretty things."

"Oh, it's not like I don't appreciate a nice view," Sebastian said. "But I thought we were talking about food..." He grinned and put his hands on Moriarty's hips.

"We aren't?" Moriarty teased, sliding his hands up Sebastian's arms.

"Well... In a way..." Sebastian said, not paying much attention to the words as he was looking at Moriarty's lips, then back into those dark eyes.

"How about we stop talking?" Moriarty's hands had reached Sebastian's shoulders and pulled him down.

"Good idea," Sebastian said, before finally pressing his lips on Moriarty's.

Returning the kiss, Moriarty held on to him for a moment. Then he pushed him away. "You should eat," he said, smiling.

Sebastian nodded and turned to take a plate. "Feel like keeping me company?"

"Sure." Moriarty shrugged and picked up his beer again.

Sebastian sat down at the dining table and finally tucked into his food, as Moriarty pulled up a chair across from him and watched him eat. Then, when Sebastian was about halfway through his meal, he reached over and snatched a piece of courgette. He examined it critically before popping it in his mouth.

Sebastian smiled and took another bite of meat.

Moriarty picked up another bit of courgette, and then got up. Sebastian wondered if he was leaving, but a moment later he sat down again with a fork and stole another bite.

"I thought you weren't hungry?" Sebastian asked, amused.

"I'm not hungry," Moriarty said, eyeing the last piece of meat. "I'm bored."

Sebastian sighed and pushed the piece of meat to his side of the plate. "Well, I know something good to chase away the boredom."

Moriarty snatched the meat at once, then looked questioningly at Sebastian while chewing.

"Good, isn't it?" Sebastian asked.

"You didn't tell me you could cook." Moriarty's tone was slightly accusing.

"Did you ask?" Sebastian said.

"I asked what other talents you had."

"Yeah, but I'm so talented at those other things, this hardly seemed worth mentioning." Sebastian chuckled. "Anyway, did you still want to do something about your boredom?"

Moriarty shrugged. "Meh."

"If you do..." Sebastian got up and put his plate in the sink. "You're welcome to do the dishes."

"Fuck you," Moriarty said, smiling as he got to his feet. "Clean up your own messes." He turned away and headed for his office.

Sebastian chuckled. "Fine. Then what about a more interesting suggestion?"

"Do your own damn dishes and then we'll talk." Moriarty closed the door behind him.

A little deflated, Sebastian turned back to the sink.

When everything was clean and back in place, he knocked on the office door, but there was no reaction. Frowning, he knocked again, then opened the door, fully expecting a death threat at entering his boss's office without permission. But instead he was met by a soft snore coming from the desk, where Moriarty was resting his cheek on his left arm.

"Boss?" Sebastian tried, but apparently he was fast asleep. And killing his back in that chair.

After a moment's hesitation, Sebastian stepped closer and gently shook Moriarty's shoulder. The man let out a hum, but that was all. If Sebastian didn't want his boss all grumpy the next day because his back was aching, he'd have to take care of things himself. So he carefully picked him up in his arms, kicked the office door further open so they could get through, and carried him up the stairs.

On the first floor he hesitated for a moment, unsure where Moriarty's bedroom actually was. It wasn't really practical to try many doors with a man in his arms, however light he was. It seemed like a better idea if Sebastian just put him in his own bed, and then looked for Moriarty's room empty-handed, so he could sleep there himself. So Sebastian climbed another set of stairs and put Moriarty down on his mattress. After a moment's thought, he pulled off Moriarty's shoes and made sure he could reach the blanket if he needed it. He was about to go out the door again, when Moriarty's sleepy voice sounded.

"Aren't you going to..." Moriarty yawned, "take advantage of me?"

Sebastian smiled and turned around. "Do you want me to?"

Moriarty opened one eye to look at him, then held out his hand. "Come here," he said.

Sebastian moved over, kicking off his shoes as he went. He wondered what Moriarty wanted. He looked far too sleepy to be up for a shag, but if he did want that, Sebastian wasn't going to say no.

As soon as Moriarty could reach him, he pulled Sebastian down on the bed and kissed him lazily.

Sebastian straddled Moriarty and deepened the kiss, stroking his neck gently. Moriarty moaned and they didn't break apart until he began tugging at Sebastian's shirt, trying to get it over his head. When they had finally managed get rid of their shirts, Moriarty ran his fingers along the scars on Sebastian's chest. "How did you get these?" he asked.

Sebastian shrugged. "Fights. Knives. Bullets. A tiger."

"A tiger?" Moriarty snorted. "Seriously?"

"Not now," Sebastian said, leaning over to kiss and lick down Moriarty's chest.

"Yes, now," he insisted, pushing back. "Tell me."

Sebastian groaned. But maybe if he told him, he'd just let him get on with shagging him, so he sat back on Moriarty's knees. "I'd shot a tiger before," he said. "Best I'd ever felt. So I hunted down another. And I shot it. But somehow it wasn't dead. So yeah. I fought a tiger. And I won, but it left its mark. Anything else you need to know?"

Moriarty smiled up at him and shook his head.

"Good." Sebastian bent over and, without a warning, softly bit Moriarty's left nipple.

Moriarty moaned and dug his nails into Sebastian's shoulders.

Sebastian moved on to his other nipple, and then bit him low on his stomach.

Moriarty whimpered and squirmed a little.

Sebastian looked up at him and grinned. "So, think you can sleep now?"

Moriarty yawned and nodded. "I'm good," he said, keeping his eyes closed.

Sebastian snorted, moved over him and attacked his mouth, pressing his hips into Moriarty's. "Are you, really?" he said when he pulled back for air, but he didn't wait for an answer and kissed him again, silently cursing the fact that they were still wearing trousers.

Moriarty's laziness vanished and he wrapped his arms around Sebastian, returning the kiss with sudden, fierce hunger.

Sebastian moaned, trying to get their remaining clothes out of the way without needing to lose the contact. Finally he got their pants out of the way enough to press their cocks together and he groaned, wrapping his hand tightly around them both.

Moriarty thrust up into his hand. "Fuck..." he gasped.

"Yes. That's it." Sebastian threw his head back, thrusting into his own hand.

It didn't take him very long to come like that, and as he sank down half on top of Moriarty, he kept stroking him lazily, nibbling at his shoulder.

Moriarty whined and put his hand over Sebastian's. "Faster," he begged.

Sebastian complied, feeling too lazy to tease his boss any longer. "Go on then," he mumbled. "Come for me." He gave his cock a squeeze.

Moriarty just had time to shoot him an angry glare, then he came with a muffled cry.

Sebastian rolled over for a tissue to clean up his hand and then yawned, still on his back. "You going back to your room or should I go?"

Instead of answering, Moriarty rolled onto his side, flinging an arm across Sebastian's chest, nuzzling his shoulder.

"Uhm," Sebastian said. "I hope you don't expect me to sleep with my trousers sort of still on."

"Shut the hell up," Moriarty muttered, using his foot to push Sebastian's trousers down around his ankles.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and kicked the clothes out of the bed. "Yours go off, too," he announced, tugging at Moriarty's trousers.

Moriarty didn't let go of him as he wriggled out of his own clothes, then muttered: "I mean it this time. Shut up or I will throttle you..."

Sebastian snorted, but settled in against Moriarty. He just had the time to wonder how on earth he was going to sleep like this, before he drifted off.

When Sebastian woke up it was still quite early, but Moriarty was wide awake, leaned over him, kissing and licking his chest. As he felt Sebastian stir, he reached and put a single finger over his lips.

Sebastian hummed and closed his eyes again.

Slowly, Moriarty worked his way down, finally taking Sebastian's cock into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Sebastian groaned. He reached down and tangled his fingers in Moriarty's hair, pulling gently.

With a needy hum, Moriarty sucked harder, taking him surprisingly deep.

"Fuck," Sebastian cried, his eyes snapping open and his hips bucking.

Moriarty pulled away at once, sitting up. "Do I really have to gag you?" he asked before turning away and searching for his trousers in the rumpled sheets.

"Don't even think about it," Sebastian growled, starting to shift away from him.

Moriarty turned to him, now holding a condom. "What?" he asked looking confused.

"Oh." Sebastian frowned and stilled. "On who are you planning to put that?"

Moriarty actually seemed to blush a little as he gestured at Sebastian's cock. "Do you mind?"

"Oh. No, not at all." Sebastian grinned, settled back and wiggled his hips invitingly.

Moriarty giggled as he ripped open the foil and then rolled the condom on. "What did you think I was going to do?" he asked, moving to straddle Sebastian.

"Never mind," Sebastian said, placing his hands on Moriarty's hips. He didn't want to give him any ideas. Not when he was about to do something Sebastian was very okay with.

Moriarty giggled again as he used a hand to guide Sebastian's cock and sank down on him with surprising ease.

Sebastian sighed deeply and gave a few small thrusts upwards before looking up at Moriarty. "Damn, you feel good."

Moriarty bent down for a long deep kiss, then began rolling his hips slowly.

Sebastian groaned again, pressing his fingers deeper into the skin of Moriarty's hips, as he kept moving slowly, closing his eyes and smiling. "You're pretty large," he mumbled between moans. "Good..."

"Talented," Sebastian managed, pressing his fingernails into the cheeks of Moriarty's arse.

"Very," Moriarty agreed, clenching around him.

Sebastian groaned and moved his right hand to Moriarty's cock, stroking him slowly.

They moved together, soon finding a common rhythm. Moriarty kept clenching and relaxing until he came, suddenly and hard.

"Oh fuck!" Sebastian gasped at the hard clench around his cock. Without a moment's thought, he grabbed Moriarty's hips again and flipped him over to pound into him. Just a few times, and then he was over the edge too, moaning loudly and burying his face against Moriarty's neck.

Moriarty lay under him, gasping. He grabbed a handful of Sebastian's hair and pulled his head up, kissing him sloppily.

Sebastian lazily returned the kiss, then rested his head on the pillow, looking at Moriarty's profile. "Are you going to wake me up like that every morning?" he asked.

"The ones where I wake up next to you." Moriarty smirked. Then he stretched and sat up. "I've got a meeting," he said. "I'll have chicken tonight."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "I'm your sniper, not your cook."

"I'm just making use of your talents." Moriarty leaned in for another kiss and then left, leaving his clothes behind.

Sebastian chuckled and leaned back for a couple more minutes.