Completely forgot to post the picture of our door before it finally fell down! Under the cut I have posted the original because it’s kind of hard to see! Had a great time seeing all the other doors around the hotel.
So... the story behind this was the idea that Seb and Jim decided to take an ad out in The Strand Magazine to announce their return. Thanks once again to the lovely @hippano for the loan of her art work.
I was talking to my friend Pani a bit ago and we were talking about PDA and Jim’s take on it. Because the Jim in Uni was completely different than the Jim now and the Jim in between... well... it was complicated. I told her the following story and she sent me this wonderful picture. It’s just what I always imagined we looked like at that moment. So, Jim and I sat down, wrote up our versions of the story, put it together and ... here we are. Hope you enjoy it!
Thanks again my dear Pani...
(the story can also be found here for ease of reading
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4830785 )
~Seb
PDA
Sebastian rolled over, his back a mess of bite marks and nail scrapes. Jim just smiled at him and padded to the shower. “Who would have thought you of all people would be such a morning person.” Seb called as he tried to ride out his post coital haze for a bit longer. He didn’t want to get into the shower just yet. Because the shower would have meant getting dressed and dressing meant it was time for work and working meant that the little bit of couple time that he and Jim had together anymore was over for the day. He shifted over and stuffed Jim’s pillow under his head, breathing in Jim’s scent and sighing.
“Get your arse out of bed, Tiger.” Jim yelled from the bathroom. “We haven’t got all day. And I’m hungry.”
“So, make yourself something to eat.” Seb said, his voice muffled as he said it mainly into the pillow. He didn’t need to turn around to feel the eyes boring into the back of his skull from the doorway and he cursed to himself before finally throwing back the thin sheet that was covering his naked body and sitting up on the side of the bed. “Fine. I’m up.” he said stretching in a very feline way. He body was littered in Jim’s recent handiwork and the man who did the damage stood admiring it for a moment before returning to his morning routine.
“I was thinking waffles and fruit this morning.” Jim said idly as Seb turned on the taps to warm up the shower.
“Hmm.” Seb said as he stepped into the water. “That does sound good. Just remember that I don’t like strawberries.” Seb said as he washed himself, the water cascading down his golden tanned skin. Jim looked at him for a moment before focusing his attention back on his task.
“I don’t cook.” Jim said as he was finishing slicking back his hair, taking one last look in the mirror and heading out to the walk in closet to pick out his suit for the day.
Sebastian finished his shower, mumbling the whole time about Jim and his inability to cook. It wasn’t that Jim hadn’t tried. He had tried when they were younger. In University. It was a disaster. Three fire extinguishers later and last minute take away, it was decided that Jim wasn’t going to be allowed to cook. Ever.
Sebastian pulled on his work clothes, his white button down sticking to his still damp skin when Jim came back into the bedroom from where ever he had been in their flat. “You still aren’t ready? I’m starving!” he moaned like a dying child. Seb shook his head.
“And I’m still not making you something to eat.” he said, running his hand through his damp hair. He smiled as he caught Jim’s reflection in the mirror, flopped out on the bed like a waif, wasting away to nothing. It was rare that Jim was actually hungry and Seb thought he should take full advantage of it. “How about a compromise, Kitten.” he offered, coming close to the consulting criminal as he lay across the foot of their bed. Sebastian straddled Jim’s slender hips and lowered himself to kiss the pouting lips and received a raised eyebrow in return. “That little cafe on the high street you like. With the waffles the size of dinner plates and the coffee that’s more like rocket fuel.” Jim considered this for a moment, his lips twisted to the side. Normally, his facial expressions were less than revealing to anyone who didn’t know him, but at home with Sebastian, he was almost an open book.
“I guess that would suffice.” he said, leaning up and pretending to kiss Seb, but really pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and drawing blood from the already open spot he had nipped at earlier.
*****
Sebastian’s head buzzed from the third cup of coffee he had just finished when he looked up at his boyfriend. Jim’s gaze was firmly fixed upon his mobile as it had been since they had left their flat, Jim and Seb left in their bedroom as Moriarty and Moran ate waffles and drank coffee that could peel the rust off of the Queen Mary II. Sebastian motioned for a refill and Jim shook his head.
“I will stretch your lips up over your head if you keep me up tonight because you are wired.” Jim warned, his eyes never leaving his mobile screen. Seb snickered.
“As if you haven’t done the same to me.” Seb offered as he stirred in a bit of cream and elbowed Jim. The corner of Jim’s mouth turned up for a brief second before settling back down again. “Besides, I could think of a few ways to work off the excess energy.” he whispered.
Jim shook his head and let out a soft huff of breath. “Tiger” he warned quietly.
Seb turned away and looked around the cafe, you never knew when someone was listening and Jim was careful to keep as much of his private life exactly that. Private. No one needed to know about their relationship, to use it as leverage against the other. That’s when Seb saw him. Tall and lean, older than the last time he had lain eyes on him. The woman on his arm was neither his wife, his mistress nor his daughter, but a decidedly young enough to be his granddaughter. And she wasn’t acting at all like that. Nor was he acting like the proper Lord of the Realm he was supposed to be.
“Fuck.” Seb said.
“What?” Jim asked, his eyes moving for a moment, registering what Seb had found and went back to whatever part of the world domination he was planning on his mobile via text.
“Once was bad enough. Twice hurt… but this one…. she’s young enough to be our daughter.” Seb said, picking up his coffee cup. His hand fell to his side and after a second he felt a gentle nudge on the back of it. He twists his wrist and finds cold slender fingers twining with his own warm callused ones.
“Oh. Look at that. She’s being deported. Forgot to renew her visa. So silly.” Jim said as he squeezed Seb’s hand under the table.
“I knew there was a reason that I love you.” Seb said into his raised coffee cup. Jim didn’t return the sentiment, but he did sit there holding Seb’s hand in public, albeit, under the table. Seb returned to drinking his coffee and Jim to his mobile, both lost in their own thoughts again. Sebastian watched his father and his new lover walked away, thankful that he has a boyfriend like Jim.
