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Sebastian's heart hammered. Fuck. Fuck. He grabbed John's jumper from Jim and frowned at it. "Hell if I know. You sure it wasn't from one of your other guys, Jim?"
Jim rolled his eyes and gave a menacing, mirthless laugh. "Oh, Sebastian, you're so adorable when you try and play dumb. Do you really think I bring my conquests into your 'man cave' for a quick shag on your fucking tiger pelt? WHO DOES THIS BELONG TO? Did you really think you could hide a relationship from me?!"
Sebastian's insides felt like ice. Mercifully, at least, Jim didn't know whose jumper it was. Still, he was going to get punished for this, he knew it. Jim had never seemed to mind that Sebastian went out for one night stands, but he rarely if ever brought men home to get laid.
"I...I have a boyfriend, all right?" he said, putting an embarrassed tone in his voice. It wasn't hard. "I didn't want to tell you because you'd mock me for all time and I just didn't...I didn't think you'd care," he finished lamely.
Jim's eyes widened. "A boyfriend? A boyfriend?!" He stared at him in shock for a moment before he burst into laughter. "Is this a joke? Are you kidding me? Oooh, this is too much. Sebastian Moran, sexual deviant, king of one night stands has a boyfriend?!" Tears started pouring out of Jim's eyes as he laughed, hysterical. "Who? Who is it?" he asked between peals of laughter.
"As if you'd know him," Sebastian muttered. "And just because you make me do deviant things in the bedroom doesn't mean I'm a sexual deviant," he growled.
Jim's laughter died down to a chuckle and he sighed, a small grin still on his face. Suddenly, his eyes were dark and he grabbed Sebastian tightly by the throat and slammed the larger man against the wall. He leaned up to snarl into his face. "If this man interferes in your work in ANY way...I will find out who he is, hunt him down, peel off his skin, and shove it down your throat." He lingered, teeth clenched for a moment, before he stepped back, the small smile returning to his face, his hands going to sink into his pockets. "Clear, Sebby?" he asked cheerfully.
Sebastian let out a pained, gasping breath as Jim released his throat. The small man's strength was surprising, every damn time. He swallowed back a tremor and said coolly, "You know work will always be my #1 priority, Jim. You come first, always. Obviously." He rubbed his bruised throat.
Jim hummed, looking up at him, "Good to hear, Sebby. I'd hate to have to spend time trying to sniff out one of your fuck toys. I've much more important things to be doing with my time, so for both of your safety, see that it stays that way." With that, Jim turned and headed back down the hall, humming happily to himself.
Sebastian stiffened at hearing John described as a "fuck toy," realizing with some astonishment how much it bothered him to hear John called something so base. God, he did feel for him. Later that night, while on assignment, he texted John.
Jim found your jumper, but he doesn't know it was yours. Does Sherlock suspect anything? –SM
Jesus...what did he say? Does he suspect anything? And I don't think so. He hasn't said anything to me all evening-still preoccupied with his experiment. –JW
Jim just thinks it's hilarious that I have a boyfriend. But we'll have to be extra careful. When can I see you again? -SM
What are you up to tonight? -JW
We could grab a pint? -JW
After I "dispose" of this guy, I'm free. Are you opposed to going as far as Greenwich? –SM
John flexed his jaw. He'd rather not think about Sebastian killing people if he could avoid it.
Sure. Where do you want to go? I'll have to figure out which tube stop is nearest. -JW
The Greenwich Union. Be there at half past nine. I'll be waiting with two scotches and a sexy expression. ;-) -SM
You really are too much. I'll be sure to bring along a piece of humble pie. Till later. xx JW
What are you wearing? -SM
Right /now/? -JW
Yeah. -SM
Are you serious? -JW
Come on, 9:30 is a long time away. I'm bored and I miss you. Be a good kitten and tell me. -SM
You're like a seventeen-year-old boy. An off-white button-up, a navy button-up jumper, and a pair of jeans. Sorry it's not more interesting. -JW
That's okay, I know what you look like underneath. Now I can imagine undressing you until i see you for real...yum. -SM
John blushed brightly, his cheeks burning furiously and couldn't keep a ridiculous, goofy grin from his face. Sherlock happened a look over just then and one of his eyebrows rose. "John, if you're going to sexy text, could you please do it in your room, your accelerated breathing is distracting."
He opened his mouth to protest, but there really wasn't any point. He just cleared his throat and nodded before headed up to his room. Once he got up to his room, he flopped onto his bed that Sebastian had occupied earlier. He slid a hand over to where the other had laid, and then texted back, the goofy grin returning.
Keep it in your pants, tiger. –JW
Natch, pet. I'm on the job. I'm not about to have a wank /now/. Doesn't mean I can't have a bit of fun, though. I'm so excited. I want to eat you up, honey-it's been too long. -SM
John felt giddy and excited as he read the text, rolling over onto his stomach, pushing the pillow under his chest, and propping himself up on the pillow.
It hasn't even been 24 hours. -JW
Feels like longer. I cannot wait to take off that jumper of yours. Then I'll rip off that button-up shirt so fast you won't be able to button it up ever again. After that, I intend to taste every inch of you. –SM
John blushed furiously again felt himself starting to get hard.
Stop it or you're going to completely unravel me. –JW
That's the intention, honey. I just hope you behave tonight, or I might have to pull rank. -SM
Oooh God. And now he had a full on erection. He couldn't help but press his hips down into the bed a bit before he rolled over onto his back. One hand slid down and started to undo his trousers. This was like being back in school.
Is that so? And if pulling rank doesn't work, /then/ what will you do? –JW
Then you'll be punished, obviously. I'd hate to smack you around, Captain Watson, but if a spanking was called for, I'd be sure to deliver. And I'd make sure to make it humiliating. Put you in your place before I give you a sound fucking. –SM
Who knows, I might even still have my old colonel's hat in my room. Maybe I'll bring it along. -SM
John let his eyes slip shut as he reached his hand into his trousers and started to slowly stroke himself, imagining Sebastian.
That's not very nice of you, Colonel. -jw
"Nice" doesn't get you to the upper ranks of the army, as you well know. And in my experience, fucking should be anything /but/ nice. I'm going to make it hurt so good. And if you thrash around too much, maybe I'll just tie you up and have my way with you as I see fit. –SM
That was hot. John's hand started moving faster, his breath quickening.
I suppose that's true...you /do/ outrank me after all. I'd imagine you know better. -JW
Ah. Compliance. Now tell me you're not whipped, kitten. –SM
John groaned as he felt his orgasm nearing.
Captain John Watson is /never/ "whipped". -JW
Two fucks and a blowjob tell me differently. And the fact that you are absolutely wanking off to this right now. Am I wrong? –SM
"Jesus!" John choked out. Sebastian knew. He didn't know if he should be embarrassed or more turned on by the thought, end ended up being a little of both.
Piss off-it's your fault if I /am/. -JW
Well, whatever you're doing to yourself right now, it's not going to be nearly as good as tonight. That's a promise, honey. Think about /that/ as you come. –SM
Sebastian laughed to himself, hardening as he pictured John masturbating to images of him. Perfect.
John's back arched and he stifled a loud moan by biting down on his fist and came into his hand and onto his jumper before dropping back onto the bed. Fuck.
I hope you don't mind, but now I've got to change clothes. -JW
He hesitated a moment before sending another.
Any wardrobe requests? -JW
Something red. You would look good in red, Johnny. -SM
I'll see what I can do. xxJW