Chapter 11

"What are you so damn happy about?"

Sebastian had hardly made it through the door before he was ambushed by a very giggly and flushed Jim, who was kissing him hungrily. He literally had to push him away and hold him at arm's length to be allowed to breathe.

"Nothing much," Jim said, grinning. "I found some money in a purse someone had left on the bus. Nearly a hundred pounds. Thought we could go out to celebrate."

Sebastian laughed. "'Found'... right."

Jim glared at him for a moment, then his face broke into a wide grin. "Yeah... kinda..."

Sebastian shook his head. "You're impossible," he said as he went to dump his bag on the sofa. "Is that the kind of thing you get up to, whenever I'm out of town?"

Jim just shrugged, following him. As Sebastian turned to face him again, Jim pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "So? Do you want to? Go out?"

"Sure," Sebastian pulled him into a hug. "Where? The pub?"

Jim shook his head before snuggling closer, resting his cheek against Sebastian's broad chest. "Something fancy," he said. "Like a real restaurant. And maybe go see a play."

"A play?" Sebastian frowned. "You want to go see a play?"

Jim blushed a little. "Not really. I just want to do something special. With you."

Sebastian thought for a moment. "Let's do the fancy restaurant bit. And then we'll see what we feel like doing after. How's that?"

Jim beamed and then kissed him. "Perfect." He took his hand and began hauling him towards the stairs. "I've got something for you."

Sebastian followed, curious to see what Jim had come up with now.

On their bed were two brand new suits. The large one was dark blue, a colour Jim always said complimented Sebastian's eyes. The smaller one was grey with a matching waistcoat. Sebastian stared. "You're kidding me, right?"

Jim looked at him. "You like them?"

Sebastian shook his head. "I don't know... There so… different." He ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus Jim, they must have cost a fortune."

Jim giggled, almost nervously. "I got a great discount. Guy I did a favour, a while back."

Sebastian frowned at him. "What kind of favour?"

"Nothing bad," Jim said hurriedly. "Or sexual, if that's what you're thinking. I just helped him out of a tight spot and he wanted to pay me back."

Sebastian laid an arm around Jim's shoulders. "Of course I don't think that. I know you flirt with anything with a pulse, but I don't think you'd shag someone for a couple of suits."

Jim gave him a little shove. "Try it on," he urged. "There's a shirt in the closet." He went over and picked up the grey suit. "I'll be right back."

Sebastian heard Jim hurry to the bathroom. With a grin he pulled off his t-shirt and then his jeans. He got clean underwear and black socks from the dresser and then, a little hesitantly, put on the shirt and then the suit. It felt odd. He had never worn anything like that. He had expected it to feel uncomfortable, maybe even a little silly. But it didn't. He felt... handsome. He straightened the jacket and studied himself in the mirror.

Then he heard a gasp from the door and turned to look.

Jim stood there, wearing the grey three piece suit and looking absolutely dashing. For once he actually looked his age and not like a little kid with old eyes. Right now his eyes were round and eagerly taking in every detail of Sebastian's appearance.

"You look amazing," he muttered. "And fucking hot!"

Sebastian blushed and grinned. "You look pretty good yourself," he said. "So good, in fact, that if we don't head out right now, that suit will be coming off in a matter of minutes."

Jim grinned as he went to stand right in front of him. He got up on his toes, wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck and pulled him down for a deep hungry kiss.

Sebastian moaned and grabbed Jim's hips, pressing their bodies together, where they were both already responding to the kiss. Then suddenly Jim pulled away. He winked and laughed, then spun around and darted out of the room.

"You dirty little slut," Sebastian growled as he hurried after him. Jim giggled madly as he practically flew down the stairs only a few feet ahead of Sebastian who was trying desperately to get a hold of him. Jim reached the front door, but before he could open it, Sebastian caught up with him and used his whole weight to trap him against it. Jim gasped as all the air was forced from his lungs and then whimpered when Sebastian stepped back and spun him around.

"Why do you always think you can get away with something like that?" Sebastian snarled, grabbing Jim by the collar.

"Watch..." Jim panted, "the suit..."

Sebastian snorted. "Fine," he said. "I won't hurt your precious suit." He forced Jim to his knees and quickly unzipped his own trousers. "We'll do this the easy way then," he purred as he pushed his pants aside and released his half hard cock.

Jim looked up at him for a moment, his eyes gleaming. Then he closed them and leaned in to take Sebastian in his mouth. Sebastian tangled his fingers in Jim's hair and moaned as he felt himself growing completely hard. He gave Jim a moment to get the angle right, and then he held his head and started thrusting slowly. Jim let out a small shaky sigh and then relaxed, letting Sebastian fuck his mouth.

Sebastian gripped his hair a little tighter. "Suck," he commanded, and Jim obediently hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, following the rhythm of Sebastian's thrusts. Sebastian took his time, knowing that Jim was enjoying this as much as, possibly more than, he was.

But he couldn't last forever. Eventually the soft warm wetness of Jim's mouth and the positively filthy looks he kept sending him through lowered lashes became too much. But there was one thing Sebastian really wanted to do.

"Can we try again?" Sebastian asked, his voice hoarse and breathless.

Jim looked up at him, his eyes round with doubt for a moment. Then he hummed in affirmation, closed his eyes and changed the angle again.

Sebastian took his head between his hands and slowly pushed in further. Jim gulped and flattened his tongue, letting Sebastian's cock slide slowly down his throat. "Fuck..." Sebastian groaned as he started doing short slow thrusts. "Let me know if it's too much."

Jim blinked quickly, his eyes watering a little. Then he hummed again. The vibration damn near sent Sebastian over the edge. "Oh my god..." he groaned. "Don't do that again..." Then he laughed. "Second thought... do that again."

Obediently, Jim hummed again, this time deeper. Sebastian's whole body trembled and he cried out as he came down Jim's throat. Jim choked a little and Sebastian quickly pulled out and knelt down. He took Jim's face between his hands and studied him intently. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Jim nodded, his eyes still closed, two tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. He swallowed hard. "It was just..." he gulped. "Just a little unfamiliar..."

"Unfamiliar," Sebastian almost snorted. "It was bloody brilliant. I can't believe you did that. For me."

Jim wiped the moisture from his cheeks. "So, it was good?"

"Good?" Sebastian leaned in and kissed him. "It was mind blowing."

"I'll do anything for you," Jim said, kissing him back. "You know that."

Sebastian smiled at him, stroking his cheeks gently with his thumbs. "I do. I just have no idea why."

Jim smiled at him. Then he reached forward and tucked Sebastian back into his pants and zipped up his trousers. "How's my hair?" he asked. Sebastian grinned and tried flattening it a bit with his hand.

"It looks like someone grabbed you by it and raped your throat," he admitted.

Jim giggled. "Absolutely adorable then?"

"Precisely." Sebastian kissed him and then got to his feet, pulling Jim along. "Now let's go scandalize some fancy restaurant," he said.

…

Sebastian couldn't take his eyes off Jim. He knew that he'd been raised in a posh home, but he had never seen this side of him in action. His table manners were impeccable, making Sebastian feel clumsy as they ate. But Jim kept smiling at him and joking and doing his best to put him at ease.

The food was very different from what Sebastian was used to. Different spices, different textures and definitely different portion sizes. When they got to the desert, he still felt like he had hardly begun. But he supposed stuffing yourself wasn't the goal of fine dining. As he scraped the small spoon over the plate trying to gather the last of the delicious white chocolate sauce, he suddenly felt something touch his leg.

From the mischievous look in Jim's eyes, there could be no doubt that it was his foot. He had clearly taken off his shoe, and now he was sliding his foot along Sebastian's thigh, heading for his crotch. Sebastian batted the foot away with a smile.

"Not here," he hissed.

Jim pouted. "Why not?"

"Because we'll get thrown out, you nutter. And I don't want to ruin a perfect evening."

Jim beamed at him as he lowered his foot. "You really think it's been perfect?"

Sebastian nodded. "So far," he said.

Jim straightened up a little. "So what do you want to do now? See a play? A film? Dancing?"

Sebastian shook his head. "I want to go home," he said. "And be shagged senseless by my beautiful boyfriend while he's still wearing that waistcoat, because... damn that is hot."

Jim blushed furiously and signalled for the waiter.

…

A few hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets in the huge comfortable bed. Jim was still wearing his shirt and waistcoat, though both were unbuttoned. Sebastian was, to his great bemusement, wearing a single sock.

"That was... good," Jim mused.

Sebastian snorted. "That's one way of putting it. Bloody awesome would be another."

Jim smirked. "You were very... enthusiastic..."

"Says you." Sebastian rolled over and wrapped his arms around him. "I just don't understand how you can last that long."

"Mind over matter, honey," Jim purred as he kissed Sebastian's forehead. "Mind over matter... And I had a wank in the loo at the restaurant before we left."

"Prat," Sebastian grinned as he got to his knees and began tickling Jim.

"Stop that, you big bully!" Jim screamed as he squirmed, laughed and flailed, trying to get hold of Sebastian's wrists.