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Emergency Contact	By : RueRambunctious Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 1534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It did hurt. Considerably.

Jimmy with tears in his eyes and cum dripping down his fresh bandages is a sight that will stay with Sebastian for quite possibly forever.

Jim had whimpered prettily the more he thrusted, the predicted pain across his stomach growing unbearable but the building pleasure too insistent to resist. It had gotten Sebastian harder than granite, and the brunette had noticed.

Jim's hips had spasmed hard when he came between their torsos, and it had hurt, it had hurt, it had hurt, even with the pleasure coursing through his nerves. He'd screamed, in joy, and shock, and pain, and something primal and unnamed.

Sebastian's ears rang from the noise and it was hard not to chain Jim to the bed forever.

It changes something. There's a dimension of honesty and intimacy and embarrassment between them that wasn't quite defined before.

Yet now they know.

They know that Jim crying can send all the blood directly to Sebastian's prick, and that biting Sebastian's lip bloody is all it takes to make the blonde drop to his knees submissively.

The extra charge between them is not discussed afterwards; the young men just gaze at each other assessingly and stay close.

It's almost as if nothing happened by the time Sebastian changes Jim's bandages again, except it's not. Before all their contact carried a warm glow, but now every touch is electric. It's disconcerting but speaks of promising things to come.

When night rolls around Sebastian pulls Jim close, and the brat cuddles right in. Heat radiates from Jim's neck and it takes Sebastian a few moments of stroking the hot skin to realise his bed partner is blushing.

“Oh, this you find scandalous?” Sebastian whispers into Jim's scalp.

Jim wriggles a little. “Don't start,” he huffs into Sebastian's warm chest.

Sebastian kisses Jim's hair. “It's not my fault that you're cute.”

Jim lifts his head only high enough to expose his death glare. “I am terrifying to behold.”

“You're cuddly to hold,” Sebastian corrects. Ignoring the continued grimace from the brunette, Sebastian pulls Jim closer.

Jim makes no resistance. It's only his exhaustion that makes his eyelids droop when his torso still aches persistently. Sebastian's proximity is soothing and welcome.

Jim is the first to rise, and wakes Sebastian through his restless fidgeting.

Sebastian pulls him out of bed. “Come on,” he says sympathetically. “Let's get you more painkillers.”

Jim nods, not bothering to pull on any clothing. His staples catch the light as he follows Sebastian wearing nothing but the bandages.

Sebastian himself is wearing close-fitting boxers which cling to him rather nicely as he reaches into a high cupboard.

Jim slides onto a breakfast stool and watches, swinging his feet a little. He feels more at home in the apartment than he ever has, but he fidgets, feeling more filled with energy than before.

Sebastian shoves instant porridge into the microwave, wanting to feed Jim nutritiously as soon as possible so that the brunette can take his meds.

Jim looks dubious, so Sebastian draws a smiley face with syrup into the food when he recovers it from the microwave.

“Really?” Jim asks, not quite hiding his grin. Sebastian smirks back and ruffles Jim's hair before feeding himself.

“Can we spend the day in bed again?” Jim asks.

“You're too bloody sore,” Sebastian snorts.

Jim sighs, but the arm resting across his aching stomach is a dead giveaway. “What are we gonna do then?”

Sebastian tilts his head thoughtfully and considers. “We could go to Chinatown,” he suggests.

Jim looks at him.

Sebastian explains, “I could pick up some ingredients and make you something proper for dinner?”

“You think I'm strong enough?” Jim asks.

“If you managed all that exercise yesterday a little walk won't kill you,” Sebastian smirks. “Besides if you get tired out we can get a taxi back to here.”

Jim concedes, a little disappointed not to be getting carried back to bed, but equally relieved about giving his shredded abdominal muscles a break.

As Jim eats he stares over an oblivious Sebastian's body, noting the marks he had never paid much attention to before. Sebastian has explained that septic took what was left of his mostly severed nipple (not mentioning that it was bound to get infected with a dead tiger lying on top of him for hours), but there are a few other curious scars Sebastian has given history to: a gunshot wound in the knee from time in the army, and an interesting dagger scar in back from a whore. There must be a story there, but Sebastian was not quick to tell it, merely making a joke instead. It makes Jim curious.

Sebastian takes away the empty bowls and fills them with water so that they won't be too congealed to clean later. He gives Jim a look that makes the boy straighten up in interest and asks, “Are you joining me for a shower?”

Jim perks up immediately. “Yes!” he agrees quickly.

Sebastian laughs at the brat's eagerness but pulls Jim from the seat and ruffles his short hair before nudging the young man towards the stairs.

Jim turns around, still walking. “Race you?”

“Take it easy,” Sebastian warns warmly. “Running up stairs will put you right out of action; I'll be putting you back to bed with a hot water bottle.”

Jim huffs, but Sebastian moves closer and squeezes his bottom a little. “Don't sulk; I'll make it up to you when you're better.”

Jim's mood improves a little. “You promise, Basher?”

Sebastian smirks and follows Jim upstairs. “Yes, as long as you want me to.”

“I want you to right now,” Jim grumbles.

“Well I'm afraid you'll have to be a brave boy and do without your Basher Special,” Sebastian commiserates with a curl of his lips.

Jim tries to grimace, but it's more like a pout. Sebastian gives him a fond look in return and follows the brunette into the en suite.

Jim gives Sebastian a mildly curious look. Sebastian has helped Jim shower before, moving the shower head carefully to keep Jim's bandages dry, but has never properly joined Jim. “Can I help you undress?” Jim asks hopefully.

Sebastian snorts. “No, because you'll give me that look that makes me want to bend you over the bathtub.”

“Are ya telling me I have any looks that don't make you want to bend me over?”

Sebastian makes a nonchalant noise and leans close to whisper, “Some of your looks make me want you to bend me over.”

Jim takes advantage of the proximity to nip at Sebastian's thick lower lip with his sharp little teeth. Sebastian gives him a heated look, but pinches Jim's bottom and scolds, “Don't tease.”

Jim squirms, grinning, and wants to play further but Sebastian is reaching forwards to switch on the spray.

Sebastian turns and gives Jim a look, then drops his boxers and steps under the water.

“Now who's the tease?” Jim questions pointedly, accepting Sebastian's hands to pull him under the shower's stream too.

Sebastian gives him an amused look, using his broad back to block water from reaching Jim's bandages.

Water rushes through Jim's hair and narrows down to a trickle at the gentle point of his chin. Sebastian bends down to lick water from Jim's stubble.

Jim swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. “You can't lick me and not fuck me,” he whispers.

“I am going to fuck you,” Sebastian replies. “When you're better.”

Jim is quiet for a moment, because surely 'better' is in two days' time, and Sebastian's not going to have any reason to keep Jim in Conduit Street once the doctor confirms that Jim's wounds haven't grown bigger or turned white or whatever.

Sebastian distracts Jim from his morose thoughts by beginning to wash Jim gently. Jim sighs and leans into the contact, wishing things didn't have to change.

Jim's bandages survive the shower, only a little damp when Sebastian wraps the young man in a ridiculously oversized, fluffy towel.

“Do you use this for baby elephants?” Jim comments.

“It's a bath sheet you uncultured swine,” Sebastian replies, licking water from Jim's forehead.

“You're definitely the tease,” Jim murmurs.

Sebastian smirks at him, grabbing a towel for himself, and nudging Jim through to the bedroom.

Jim inclines his head towards the closet, where his new suit is hanging. “Am I dressing to impress your door staff today?”

“Wouldn't you rather wear that black and white thing downstairs?” Sebastian asks knowingly.

“Maybe, but in that case you can't wear a suit,” Jim bargains, his eyes glittering. “I don't want people thinking you're my dad...”

“There's less than a decade between us; that wouldn't be physically possible!” Sebastian protests sourly.

“So why not dress like you aren't a grown up for once?” Jim teases.

“I am not wearing joggers to go shopping,” Sebastian sniffs. “Active wear is for the gym and mooching about with a hangover. Or, as you would know, wagging off school to drink underage.”

Jim snorts and crosses the room to open the closet. “I wish you had a onesie.”

Sebastian snickers. “I'm sorry, Sasslips, but not even one of your blowjobs could persuade me to go into Chinatown dressed that ridiculously.”

“Where is your sense of fun?” Jim asks, looking through Sebastian's jeans.

“Maybe you're not the only one cranky about his blue balls,” Sebastian responds.

Jim looks over at him and chuckles in amusement. “Good,” he says, “I'm glad it's not just me suffering.”

“Oh trust me; it's not just you,” Sebastian mutters. He looks over Jim's shoulder at the brunette's selection. “Yeah, they're not gonna fit anymore. I don't think there's room in them for my balls, never mind my arse.”

“In that case it's definitely these,” Jim states, holding them out over his shoulder for Sebastian to take.

Sebastian does not argue, and forsakes underwear because there's not going to be room under these jeans. He struggles into them, scowling at their skintight appearance.

“Don't ever throw them out,” Jim orders, his eyes sparkling appreciatively.

“These are going to cut off my circulation,” Sebastian grumbles. “Can I take them off now?”

“No way,” Jim snorts. “You are wearing them today. They are glorious.”

“You can distinguish the three brothers of my bulge in these jeans,” Sebastian complains.

Jim grins. “I did say glorious.”

Sebastian sighs and finds a top that will hang low enough to hide the worse from view.

“You're spoiling it,” Jim pouts.

“And you are spoiled,” Sebastian retorts fondly. He considers. “You're going to need to kneel and put my shoes on, because I don't think I can bend in these.”

“Why do you even have them if you don't wear them?” Jim questions, nonchalantly fetching Sebastian trainers.

“I lost a lot of muscle mass when I got shot in the leg and couldn't move about much,” Sebastian explains. “Never got around to throwing them out when I bulked back up.”

“Why not?”

Sebastian laughs. “They were loyal when I needed them.”

Jim gives Sebastian an interested look then heads downstairs to retrieve his own outfit.

As he pulls it from the bag he notices there's a matching branded teeshirt there. He turns and gives Sebastian a look.

“You never got yours back from the hospital,” Sebastian shrugs, walking down the stairs slowly in his tight jeans.

Jim is still for a beat then quickly pulls on the new clothes, a little overwhelmed and lost for words.

“It's just a teeshirt, grow some bollocks,” Sebastian mutters.

Jim glowers at him, not truly cross.

It's odd being outside. Jim is getting stronger so the walk is not as difficult (Sebastian struggles more with those delicious jeans) but he is very conscious of how they appear together. In the apartment the two young men are typically in close proximity to each other, always touching, but Jim's not convinced that's appropriate outside, although Sebastian does sling his arm comfortably around Jim's shoulders.

It's nice, but Jim wants to go home and snuggle back up with Sebastian. The outside world is not interesting enough to compensate for the lessened intimacy.

Sebastian makes it interesting by telling stories as he gathers ingredients. Apparently his father travelled globally for work, so Sebastian spent a lot of time in servants' quarters learning miscellaneous things.

Jim starts to enjoy the outing, and doesn't mention when he starts to tire. Sebastian notices anyway, and leads Jim along to a taxi rank carrying bags of ingredients.

Jim wants to flop onto the couch when they get in, but he forces himself onto a stool instead, intent upon watches Sebastian cook. Sebastian takes the cue and crosses to the sink to wash his hands.

Jim is fascinated by Sebastian's swift dexterity as the man prepares various items, releasing tantalising scents into the air. Light catches and flashes against the blade in Sebastian's hand in time to the rhythmic noise of the metal hitting the chopping board.

Jim chews his lip thoughtfully.

Sebastian glances up, attuned to the brunette's emotions, but continues chopping blindly. “What's up?” he asks.

Jim continues to stare at Sebastian's hands for a moment, fascinated by how Sebastian manages not to sever a finger or four. He swallows and looks up. “Basher?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you think about knife play?”

The chopping noise stops at one, but electricity is in the air again. Sebastian gives Jim a guarded heated look and squares his shoulders as he points out, “And what are the hospital going to think if they see signs of that?”

Yesterday's activities seemed to have diminished Jim's boredom of the apartment's boundaries, but he seems fidgety again.
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