Sebastian was pacing back at home, trying to bury his anxiety about how John was doing. When Jim passed his way, he asked, "What's your plan with John once he's released from the hospital? He'll need to be monitored now."
"Monitored? And I suppose you are volunteering to be his babysitter?"
"No, of course not," Sebastian said, adopting a look of disgust. "I'll be out doing my job, I hope! I only mean...we can't trust him alone, or he's going to try and off himself again. I told you that you needed to be more careful with your toys, Jim. You play up the cruelty factor and they want to press the self-destruct button, and who can blame them? It's idiotic and irresponsible."
Jim snarled, walked across the room and backhanded him hard. Sebastian stumbled back, clutching his face. "You do NOT talk to me in that way! I can do WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT WITH JOHN! I could fucking bring him home and slit his throat right NOW!"
Before he knew it, Sebastian was charging at Jim, knocking him to the floor. "OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY!" His hands clutched at Jim's neck to choke him.
Jim's eyes went wide. It didn't take longer than a split second to understand what was going on. "Sebastian—" he hissed, "If you kill me now, John dies." He gasped for a breath, his hands grabbing at Sebastian's around his neck.
"Like I care," Sebastian spat, letting go of Jim's neck. But it was too late, of course. He'd snapped. He'd spilled. He would backpaddle like hell, though. He stood up. "I don't fucking care about John! He's nothing to me! I just think you're going about this all wrong," he said, walking back towards the fireplace.
Jim smirked and straightened his suit. "Oooh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Sebastian, what to do with you? I don't know whether to laugh or to be sick. You love John Watson, don't you?' he asked, with an undertone of shock and confusion.
"Jim," Sebastian walked toward him, reaching out to grab his tie. "For a genius, you can be such an idiot. I love you," he said, pulled Jim toward him slowly. "Everything I've ever done...it's been for you," he murmured, pulling Jim in and kissing him passionately. He hoped he sounded convincing. He tried to put the same awed tone in his voice as when he talked to John. "I want to keep John around because he gives me an excuse to talk to you. Even if it's only about him...John was always my key to you." God, it was a flimsy lie, or so it seemed to Sebastian. He prayed that Jim would even partially believe it.
Jim, who John had really pegged the other night, was just enough in love and desperate for Sebastian that he felt himself believing him. Jim's eyes narrowed for a minute, but as Sebastian pulled him in for a kiss, his melted against him, kissing him back. "Nnngh...Sebastian..." he breathed into the other's mouth. "Do you mean that?" If not, he'd castrate him.
"I do..." Sebastian whispered. "I'm yours, James."
Jim closed his eyes and gave a small, content sigh as Sebastian breathed his name. God, he had wanted this. He had wanted this without being the one to initiate, and as always, he had succeeded. "Mm..." he ran his hands down to grab at Sebastian's arse. "Oh Tiger, you really are a sneaky bastard, aren't you?"
"I've always been one to go after ones I couldn't have," Sebastian said, kissing up Jim's neck, beginning to undo his tie. "You were always telling me that sentiment was a weakness, so I tried to get over you by fucking every breathing man in London...well, that didn't work, of course. John was a momentary distraction who was exciting for being forbidden, but then he quickly became clingy and whiny and throwing around the 'L' word...I guess I said I loved him to see how you'd react, to see if I could get any sort of reaction from you..." He leaned in to kiss Jim on the lips, pulling his face close with his hands. "But you decided to fuck him instead. Do you have any idea how much that cut me up, boss? Nobody's ever made me feel as wanted as you did when you owned me and ruined me completely. You're the only man I've ever begged in front of, the only man I've ever felt weak in front of. I love you, James."
He began unbuttoning Jim's shirt, moving in to kiss him again. He'd babbled off the explanation, but he was surprised how well it fit, how much it worked. It helped that some part of him had always been fascinated by Jim. What shocked him was how strongly Jim was reacting to it. Had Jim had feelings for him this entire time?
Jim watched Sebastian with slight amusement and awe. When his shirt slipped to the floor, he leaned up and bit at Sebastian's lower lip and dragged it out. At the same time his hands traveled up Sebastian's shirt. Jim let his fingers slide over the man's washboard abs, then pulled the shirt over his head before he pressed his body up against Sebastian's. He licked up his neck and dragged his teeth down his jaw, making Sebastian shiver, then he said lowly, "Get on the bed."
Sebastian's breath quickened and he obeyed immediately, climbing onto the bed and waiting on his knees for orders. He hated that this felt so natural to him. He was already fully hard.
Jim's eyes raked over him, his mouth watering at the sight. "Always so obedient," he breathed. "What a good boy you are." After a moment, he crossed the room and opened his trunk to pull out a single pair of leather handcuffs. He swung them around before he said, 'On your back, and strip the rest of the way.'
Sebastian scrambled out of his trousers, pants and socks. He hoped he hadn't made a huge mistake. Jim was aroused by his confession, to be sure, but he also seemed amused. Sebastian didn't want to come off as a pathetic lovesick puppy, but if Jim bought this and respected it, he could definitely work the relationship to his and John's advantage. So long as Jim bought it wholeheartedly. He moved onto his back, watching Jim.
"Oh kitten, look at you. You're cock's practically weeping for me. Adorable. Hands above your head."
Sebastian obeyed, watching Jim. "You're the only man who will ever get away with calling me kitten, I hope you know," he breathed. "And even that's pushing it."
Jim grinned and dropped the cuffs on the bed for a moment while he discarded the rest of his own clothes. "Don't act like you don't like it, dear," Jim said. He grabbed the cuffs again once he was fully hard, then climbed up to sit astride Sebastian, and leaned forward to cuff his hands, looping the chain around a bar in the headboard first. 'How's that feel, pumpkin?'
"You're really...going to town with the pet names tonight, aren't you, boss? Well, two can play at that game, sugar dumpling. Feels fine," Sebastian said, tugging at the cuffs. He wasn't going anywhere.
Jim just giggled at the name and pinched Sebastian's nipples hard. Sebastian arched his back and let out a small, strangled cry. Jim hummed and slid backwards, then leaned forward, resting his ear on Sebastian's chest. He closed his eyes and sighed. "It beats so strongly," he said distantly. "I could stop it, you know. Stop your heart," he said softly, trailing his fingers lightly down Sebastian's ribs.
Sebastian's heart was indeed hammering in his chest, and his cock was still throbbing, bucking up to try and rub against Jim, seeking friction. "I know, boss," he breathed submissively. "My life has always been in your hands. You could squeeze my bare heart into pulp and I'd only be able to watch."
A small smile touched Jim's lips, his eyes still closed. "How very right you are, Sebastian...you'd do well to keep that in mind." Jim ground his hips down against Sebastian for a moment, then sat up and moved close to his head. Jim leaned forward, gabbing the headboard for balance. "Suck my cock," he ordered flatly.
"You old romantic," Sebastian said dryly, but wet his lips and opened his mouth, craning his neck forward to lick along Jim's length, breathing hard. He flicked his tongue under the head and over the slit, then strained forward to take the cock in his mouth, varying the pressure of his lips and sucking hard, moaning around it. He couldn't underestimate how much Jim liked some submissive, aroused moaning, and it wasn't exactly as if he was faking it.
"Nnnnngh...Sebasstiann...I'd almost forgotten what a talented tongue you have." Jim's grip tightened on the headboard and he started to slowly thrust forward into Sebastian's mouth, enjoying the gagging sounds that the other emitted. "God, you're such a little slut, aren't you?"
"Mmmmffhh," Sebastian managed, widening his jaw as far as it would go to accommodate Jim. He continued letting his tongue run wicked patterns over the veins of Jim's cock.
Jim let out a throaty moan before he pulled back and slid until be was straddling Sebastian's hips. He ground his arse down against Sebastian's cock, letting it rub against his own hole. Digging his nails into Sebastian's collarbone, he dragged them downwards, leaving fiery red lines in their wake. He then suddenly slapped Sebastian and knotted his fingers in the other man's hair to yank his head back. "Who do you belong to?" he hissed.
"Ah!" Sebastian let out a sharp cry as Jim yanked his head back. "I belong to you, James!" he cried out, wrists straining against the cuffs.
Jim closed his eyes and relaxed a bit, although his grip on Sebastian's hair didn't loosen. "Say it again," he breathed, relishing in it.
"I'm yours, James," Sebastian moaned, aroused to a frustrating point as his cock teased Jim's hole. "P-please..."he begged.
"Mmm..." Jim hummed, eyes still closed, then he opened them a bit. "Which would you prefer, Sebby—do you want me to ride you or fuck you?"
"Ride me, Jim..." Sebastian said, looking up at Jim with desperation. "Ride me, please, Jim!"
Jim grinned down at him and leaned down to bite his chin, then kiss it. "Since you asked so nicely," he purred. He reached over and grabbed the lube, slicked up a few fingers and began to work himself open, moaning lewdly at his own touch.
"Jim...please," Sebastian whimpered. He was a desperate mess, bucking his hips up uselessly. He must look completely debilitated. Good. It wasn't hard to pull off.
Jim smirked, and finally moved a lube-slicked hand to run over Sebastian's cock, coating it tantalizingly slowly.
Sebastian strained hard against the cuffs, arching his head towards Jim's, moaning and whining loudly.
After a minute or two, Jim finally positioned himself over Sebastian's cock and then began to lower himself down onto it. He tipped his head back and groaned as he was stretched open by Sebastian's girth, but kept moving until Sebastian was completely sheathed inside of him.
Sebastian moaned, his legs shooting out straight and his toes curling into the sheets, his back arching up so his pelvis could meet Jim. "Unghh—ah! Jaaammesss—" he moaned. "James, please—"
Jim grinned, grinding down against him gyrating before he started in at an agonizingly slow pace, rocking his hips and moving up and down.
"J-Jim—you're the devil," Sebastian moaned, thrashing in his bonds, utterly tormented by the slow pace. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of Jim on top of him, being inside of him.
Jim grinned and rolled his head, cracking his neck. "Want me to go faster? Beg for it."
Sebastian looked up at him. He didn't want Jim to get bored. "Hell no," he managed, throwing his head back and biting his lips.
Jim gave him an amused look, "Alrighty, then...we'll just see how long you can last." Jim clenched the muscles in his arse, squeezing around Sebastian and slowed down his paced even more so, enjoying the desperate look on Sebastian's screwed up face.
Sebastian let out a stream of curse words, twitching and moaning under Jim. "Unghh—I-I may belong to you, Jim, but I'm not your bitch," he gasped, his cock aching, needing friction.
"Again, we'll see about that..." Jim moved all the way up, so far that only Sebastian's head was still inside him. He stayed there for a long moment before once again he started his descent again.
"Y-you're not going to last much longer, either—" Sebastian pointed out, thrashing his head in torture against the bed. His shoulders ached from pulling at the cuffs, but he couldn't stop. He bucked up his hips violently, trying to get some sort of friction, but only succeeded in further tormenting himself.
Jim let out a amused laugh and wrapped his hand around Sebastian's cock, preventing him from coming. 'Oh, dear, but the point is that you will come first. You're a mess, look at you...adoooorable...I wonder how much longer you'll last!"
"I'm not adorable," Sebastian growled, writhing beneath him. He was going to crack, though. He couldn't stand this much longer.
"Oh, kitten, but you are—fiesty little thing though you may be." Jim's free hand went up to wrap around Sebastian's neck, as he continued at his unbearable pace.
"Y-you're a fine one to talk about—little." Sebastian craned his neck back, hungry for the contact, even if it was a hand at the throat. He couldn't take this anymore. "Jiiim..." he breathed raggedly. "P-please...I'll be your bitch, I'm your bitch, just promise me that—that you won't fuck John anymore. Please, Jim, I can't bear it! I want all of you! Please!" he groaned.
Jim slowed and sank down to Sebastian's base, looking at him a bit suspiciously, his eyes narrowed. His hand tightened around his throat. "Is that the only reason you don't want me fucking John?"
"Fuck, of course," Sebastian moaned. "Please, Jim...be mine. I'm begging you...be mine alone," he asked desperately.
Jim's lips curled up into a sneer. He bent low so that his face was right about Sebastian's. "Well, since you begged, I suppose...for now, at least." He gave Sebastian a bruising kiss, then started slamming down onto his cock.
Sebastian's moan into Jim's mouth was more like a yell of arousal and utter victory. Yes. John would be spared from this one torment, however briefly. "Ah! Unghhh!" He shouted out as Jim began violently riding him, bucking his hips up desperately to meet him. "Yes, Jim. Yes! Please, God, yes! More! Harder! Faster!" he whinnied frantically.
Jim happily obliged, unable to take the slow speed anymore either. He moved as fast as he could, bouncing up at down on Sebastian and started jerking himself off as well, "Nngh! Fuck! Seb—" he groaned as he moved, feeling himself getting closer.
"Auuughnnghh!" Sebastian yelled. "I'm yours, Jim, I'm yours!" he yelled, sweat dripping down his forehead. He panted, looking up at Jim riding him and jerking himself off. "G-God, Jim, you're gorgeous," he moaned. "I love you, Jim." He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking guiltily of John. It was all for him, he reminded himself. The fact that he was actually enjoying himself right now just meant that Jim was a good fuck. Nothing more. Jim had always known how to drive him to ruin. "J-Jim—I'm close, I'm so close, oh God—!"
"Then COME!" Jim shouted, then slammed down on him, his nails dragging down Sebastian's chest again. He couldn't stop from coming himself, spurting onto Sebastian's stomach, tipping his head back to moan loudly.
Sebastian felt like he was exploding inside, fireworks shooting through every nerve in his body. He gave a hoarse cry, coming inside Jim, then falling limp against the mattress, panting heavily. "Mmmmmm..." he gave a satisfied, gutteral groan and a large sigh of relief.
Jim stayed where he was for a moment, panting before he pulled up and off of Sebastian. He then moved to flop down next to him, leaving him cuffed. He wrapped a possessive arm around him and rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder. "Mine..." he murmured.
"Mmm..." Sebastian rested his chin on Jim's head, his heaving chest making Jim's head bob up and down. "Boss...you gotta let me out for a smoke soon," he said, straining against the cuffs. "You're so mean sometimes," he said affectionately, leaning down to bite Jim's ear.
"Mm...smoking's a nasty habit," he murmured. "You should quit."
"Don't make me list your own nasty habits, boss," Sebastian said. "Besides, I know you think I look sexy when I'm smoking, even if you hate the smell."
Jim gave a little chuckle. "Fair enough." He slid his hand down Sebastian's chest, his finger trailing through the semen. He lifted it to Sebastian's lips. Sebastian licked it off and sucked hard on Jim's finger, his eyes closing.
Jim gave another faint smile, then reluctantly reached his hands up and unlocked Sebastian. "Hurry back, dear. We've got a busy evening."
Sebastian rubbed his raw wrists, then padded downstairs, still naked, to smoke out the window, looking out into the dark sky, thinking about John in hospital and hoping he was okay, hoping he never found out about the lengths he'd gone to to ensure his safety. He hurried back upstairs when he was done, not wanting to keep Jim waiting. "A busy evening? What else is happening?" he asked.
Jim wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, shoving Sebastian back into bed.