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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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Sebastian sports some rather interesting bruises on Saturday and Jim cannot help admire them proudly. Sebastian pretends not to notice the attention but every now and then his lips curl into a wry grin.

“Shut up,” Sebastian groans at last, giving up all pretense of composure.

“I can't help it,” Jim protests. “The debauched look suits you.”

Sebastian glowers mildly, a faint pink blush rising up to meet the teethmarks near his throat. “Thought I told you to shut up?”

“You must have lost your authority somewhere around the time you were begging me to hurt you more,” Jim teases playfully, sounding very pleased with himself.

Sebastian huffs, subconsciously rubbing at some of the vivid marks. Jim continues to beam at him cheekily, and even as Sebastian scowls he cannot help how his eyes sparkle.

“Don't you think you're being a bit of a princess complaining about the state you're in when I'm the one covered in bandages?” Jim smirks.

Sebastian makes a derisive noise. “I know fine well if I'd let you play with my knives yesterday I'd be needing bandages.”

Jim makes a face, tilting his head with an expression that is hardly innocent. “Would you have minded?”

Sebastian comes closer and gently cuffs Jim's jaw. “If you want me to trust you with my big boy toys you're going to need to stick around long enough to know my thresholds.” He steps over to the fridge, pouring out two glasses of reddish sludge and swiping the medication from the counter.

Jim watches Sebastian balance the items, breathing deeply to try to ease the tight feeling that started in his chest the moment Sebastian mentioned sticking around. That's even more thrilling than the knives.

Sebastian places the cold glass against Jim's hand until Jim's fingers curl around it securely. If he knows Jim's thoughts he does not show it, and Jim finds himself silently drinking some noxious smoothie with acai berries that Sebastian insists are a 'superfood' full of anthocyanins, whatever they are.

Jim gives him a look at that, although it is a break from the dangerous talk, and Sebastian patiently explains that means they fight toxins. However, he takes pity on the grimacing Jim and takes a glass bottle out of the fridge.

It looks like white wine to Jim, but Sebastian explains it is elderflower, which sounds hip and poncy, explaining that elder berries fight inflammation. Jim responds mockingly, which tempts Sebastian to throw some flavinoid-rich citrus fruit at the brat.

Jim gets up and picks at yesterday's leftovers. Sebastian gives him an amused look, wondering if he should point out that the shredded cabbage making its way past Jim's lips is a source of immune-strengthening glutamine.

“I could heat that up for you, you know,” Sebastian comments.

Jim glances at him. “I'm not hungry enough.”

“Hungry enough to eat it.”

“The smell is tempting,” Jim explains.

Sebastian is pleased that Jim enjoys the food, but the expression in his blue eyes suggests he finds Jim more tempting.

Jim gives him a sultry look then continues eating with his fingers.

Sebastian curls up on the couch, drinking slowly. He aches in a number of places and he can't deny that it pleases him.

After a while Jim leaves the dish and flops contentedly onto the couch. “Are you too sore to… um...”

“To snuggle?” Sebastian finishes for Jim, sounding amused. There's a mocking crinkle at the corner of his eyes that Jim adores despite his embarrassment. “Never to sore to cuddle you, Sasslips,” Sebastian says richly.

“You're far to smug for someone with that many bruises,” Jim huffs, but he sidles closer.

Sebastian throws his arm around Jim's stiff frame, jiggling a little until Jim relaxes. The brunette pulls his legs up onto the couch and closes his eyes. Sebastian strokes a finger down the bridge of Jim's nose slowly, having discovered its soothing effect.

Jim is quickly asleep. The angle of his skull exposes a familiar scar that Sebastian has not paid much attention to before. He wonders its origin idly.

Jim wriggles down in his sleep, swapping Sebastian's chest for his lap. Sebastian strokes the warm scalp softly. Jim's naps are becoming shorter unless he is worn out, and Sebastian ponders how much time he has.

Sebastian eases out from under Jim and nips upstairs to find something that will cover the worst of the bruising. The vivid bite on his neck will just have to be borne with a stiff jaw.

Sebastian steps over Jim's trainers, gazing at them for a moment before heading out.

Jim is awake by the time Sebastian returns, but does not seem upset about being left alone.

“Where were you?” he asks curiously.

“We needed milk,” Sebastian explains, holding the new, cold carton aloft.

“And what's in the bag?” Jim asks archly.

“I don't know,” Sebastian says playfully, crossing over to the fridge and putting away the milk. “Maybe if you're a good boy you'll find out.”

Jim's lips spread in a sharklike grin. “I thought you liked when I'm not?”

“I like you always, but bad little boys don't get presents, do they?” Sebastian teases.

“Bad little boys should get presents,” Jim comments, eyeing the plain bag with interest. It looks like there might be a box inside.

Sebastian laughs, rubbing his sore skin.

“Have you been bad enough?”

Jim smirks. “Do you need to look in a mirror?”

Sebastian smirks and approaches, holding out the bag. There is a box inside.

Jim supposes it's shoes, but he has no idea what sort to expect. They could be utterly hideous and he'd still wear them happily.

Jim lifts the lid and stares at the gleaming white leather within. He notes the 'limited edition' text scrawled in a ridiculously 'urban' font in a repeat pattern inside the box.

He glances at Sebastian. “Did you just go in and find the most expensive shoes in the place?”

“Of course not,” Sebastian responds. “I asked what to get a teenage boy whose predominant characteristic is 'spoiled brat.'”

Jim's lips twitch but his awed gaze is drawn back down to the trainers. He's never going to be able to wear them on the street after he leaves Sebastian. They'll get stolen.

Jim's insides twist unpleasantly. He'll need to leave the trainers here after the hospital.

He's going to start thinking about going back to real life.

Sebastian notes Jim's tension. “They can get exchanged if you hate them,” he says quickly.

“I love</> them, Sebastian,” Jim says firmly.

Sebastian blinks at use of his real name. “What's wrong then?”

“Nothing.”

“Arty.”

Jim sighs. “I'm just going to miss you, that's all.”

“I'm hardly kicking you out the door,” Sebastian mutters. The reminder that their time together is so limited makes him feel sick.

He doesn't want Jim to go, and especially not back to the streets.

Both young men avoid looking at each other, recognising their affections is deep. They're wary of saying anything, and even more concerned that returning to hospital will mean parting permanently afterwards.

Jim touches the scar on his head, and Sebastian realises it's a tell of when the brunette is stressed.

The sky is getting dark, and although neither know what to say, Sebastian has an idea on how to change the mood.

“Still into gun play?” Sebastian asks abruptly.

Jim stares nakedly. If Sebastian won't let him play with knives yet why the fuck is he asking that?

“I remembered what day it is,” Sebastian explains vaguely, leading Jim through to one of the spare rooms.

“Saturday?” Jim mutters, sparing a last glance at the trainers and following. Sebastian does not reply.

Sebastian takes out a handgun and checks its insides quickly before closing it and handing it to Jim. It's heavy, and cold, and Jim is somewhat terrified. He's also painfully fucking hard, that electricity zinging through his blood.

“If you hear a bang, you do what you like. If there's no bang, you do what I like,” Sebastian states, sitting down on the floor calmly.

Jim swallows. “I don't want to kill you,” he says.

“Then don't point it at my head,” Sebastian replies, his eyes glittering.

Jim takes a deep breath. He thinks he might be sick, but he can also feel his cock leaking precum into his clothes.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Trust me,” Sebastian says in a strangely soothing voice.

“Is this how you got that scar on your knee?” Jim asks suspiciously.

Sebastian laughs. “No.”

Jim sighs and points the gun at Sebastian's right shoulder. The one furthest away from the rather important organ known as the heart.

He squeezes the stiff trigger of the unfamiliar gun. Sebastian watches him with a strange, seductive expression.

Jim is painfully relieved when the gun doesn't go off properly.

“Guess that one was empty,” Sebastian purrs. “Try again.”

Jim shivers but trails the gun's barrel down to Sebastian's groin. The older man chokes out a sputtering laugh and mutters, “Well thank you very much.”

“You're not scared?” Jim asks.

“Fire,” Sebastian dares.

Jim gives him a strange look, then does as he's told.

He almost jumps out of his skin at the bang, giving Sebastian a horrified look, but then he hears the noise again.

Fucking fireworks.

It's only the fourth.

Sebastian's eyes sparkle with amusement, and doesn't mention the firework show at the nearby park. Instead he says, “I guess you get to do what you like with me.”

Jim scowls and rams the barrel into Sebastian's mouth, quickly pulling the trigger.
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