Sebastian made his way across the bedroom barefoot, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it behind him, slowly leaving a trail of clothing leading up to the weapons cabinet as he went.
Sometimes, days when they didn’t have clients were nice. Sometimes, even weeks without clients…
Jim wouldn’t say he was bored exactly. He could find a hundred ways to amuse himself and then a hundred more just in case he worked his way through all of those. But this was becoming tedious.
He knew what Sebastian was doing of course, knew he wanted to have some domestic time with Jim. He allowed it because sometimes it was a relief just to switch off, stop the noise in his head. But, inevitably, the dam would break and his mind would flood with thoughts. All perfectly ordered but switching so fast it would be completely incoherent to most, occasionally even too hectic for him to follow. He could feel this point fast approaching and no matter how much he enjoyed that wonderful moment of chaos and release, it always meant someone was about to get hurt.
Question is, who?
When Sebastian made his way out of the shower and out of the bathroom, a towel sliding low around his hips, he hung the key around his neck and made his way to dress.
He couldn’t say he didn’t hate this atmosphere, this fog of unpredictable danger lingering throughout, clinging to his skin in the silence. This wasn’t a battlefield he knew; he hadn’t prepared both body and mind for this like he did for a hit, and there was no reassurance of looking at it all through crosshairs.
This was Jim. This wasn’t a target.
He dressed quickly, the key swinging against his chest on its chain the only thing that left him with a shred of control. He hurried back to the bathroom, gathered the weapons, and was fully aware of the fact Jim was nowhere to be seen. He had to be watching him.
There was a safe. Most of them belonged to Jim- and Sebastian never knew what he kept in them- but this one, always empty, was his. He’d never had anything of import worth imprisoning, so had never used it, and he preferred his guns to be within his reach and easily accessible at all times.
He laid the weapons to rest in there, all of them, not even keeping a handgun at his side, then chose his code and locked it.
'Hope you didn't make it too easy darling, remember what happened last time I guessed. Wasn't it messy?'
