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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 Moran wakes to a small frame trying to escape from under his muscular arm. He apologies sleepily, removing his heavy limb, and blinks as he assesses the pale, thin body and dark hair.

Arty.

Memories of the night surge back, and amidst the remaining contented feeling Sebastian notes that he's quite sore. His lips curl into a smile.

He's also not hungover, which is a welcome bonus.

“Good morning,” Sebastian greets comfortably.

The brunette slides out of the bed and starts to gather his meager belongings quickly. “Morning,” he says briskly.

The weather outside is typically British, which means to say it has progressed from the heavy rain of last night into a full blown storm. It is loud, reminding Sebastian of Indian monsoons.

India makes him think of his family in a roundabout way, and the hush money Sir Augustus has thrown Sebastian's way over the discharge.

Sebastian had not planned to use it, but it gives him a twinge of vindictive pleasure to think how appalled his father would be for the money to be used on someone like Arty.

“I noticed a cash machine in the lobby,” Sebastian announces conversationally.

Arty grunts, pulling on his scruffy striped tracksuit bottoms, but his sharp eyes show he is listening.

“How do you feel about spending the whole day in bed?” Sebastian asks.

Arty considers. He is always wary of clients getting too attached, but it's easy enough money in a safe, warm, dry environment. “I could be persuaded.”

“An extra two hundred sweeten it?” Sebastian asks.

Arty blinks, almost drops his shoe, but coolly pretends to consider. “Seems fair,” he says after a beat.

Sebastian smiles. It's not like he can't make the money back playing cards at the Bagatelle Club anyway. “Give me a minute and then I'll get up.”

“You sleep late for military,” the brunette comments, leaving his shoes and returning to the edge of the bed.

“Drunk, well fucked and well fed,” Sebastian states.

“You're welcome,” Arty sneers comfortably.

Sebastian laughs and pulls himself out of bed, limping towards the bathroom. The brunette's gaze follows him.

Sebastian performs his ablutions quickly, strangely desirous of the sarcastic teen's company.

“You want breakfast?” Sebastian asks. “I need to go downstairs anyway so we could eat at the restaurant if you wanted.”

The brunette's face suggests he likes the idea of food, but looks down at his appearance and smirks pointedly.

“There's clothes in the closet,” Sebastian says.

Arty makes a mocking face at the admission that Sebastian hangs up his clothing in hotels.

“Less wrinkles,” Sebastian says, his lips twisted in wry amusement. “Come on, I'll show you.”

“The lack of creases?” Arty comments, raising his brows mockingly.

“Brat,” Sebastian replies comfortably. He pulls out his tightest shirt and a pair of suit trousers. “See if your legs are long enough for these.”

“I'm not exactly tall,” the brunette states, but slides off of the mattress onto his bare feet and saunters over.

He pulls his top over his head unselfconsciously and takes the shirt. It is a little large, but it's passable, and Arty rolls the sleeves up neatly.

Sebastian watches the brunette push down his bottoms, and the sight of the young man in nothing but Sebastian's shirt sends heat running to his groin.

But fair's fair. Payment and breakfast first. Then Sebastian is going to bring Arty back upstairs and rip those clothes from his wiry frame.

The clothes don't quite fit, making Arty seem like some fresh young office intern, maybe an accountant, but his straight shoulders suggest he's going to grow into someone of import. It's a mesmerising sight.

Sebastian pulls his gaze away and organises an outfit for himself. It's not going to be worn for long, but Sebastian picks out something clean anyway, because yesterday's clothes were beyond salvaging long before they were strewn across the room last night.

Arty pulls on yesterday's socks and his trainers. The hem of the suit trousers bunch a little with extra length over the casual shoes, and it's cute in a way that turns up the corners of Sebastian's mouth.

The brunette's own lips purse and he gives Sebastian a mild glare as though he has read the older man's mind.

Sebastian looks away, smiling, and reaches for yesterday's trousers. He pulls last night's payment from the pocket and hands it to Arty easily.

Arty counts it quickly and Sebastian waits with a smile at the door. Arty trots over to join him and they take the lift down to the lobby.

Sebastian leads them to the cash machine and Arty pulls back a little, waiting politely like a mild little brother. Withdrawing enough for the brunette and food, Sebastian is not oblivious to the behaviour, or how it has the nearby staff fooled, giving them pleasant smiles free of judgement.

Sebastian pockets a fraction of the money obviously, but curls the rest into his hand. He passes the payment to Arty as they approach the restaurant, pausing at a placard declaring unimpressive food options in cheerful print.

Arty takes it quietly, and they walk into the restaurant together. It's busier than the hotel seemed last night, but it's still quiet enough.

It's strange to eat in public together. Last night Arty had devoured his meal like he had not had one in a while, but here he does his best to mirror Sebastian's well-trained table manners.

It feels a little ridiculous to care when most people are staring blearily over their cereal for their rubbish coffees, but the grace with which Arty mirrors Sebastian makes the older man ponder what is in the whore's future.

Arty still does not seem sold on small talk, but he has a whole lot of money in his pockets and he's wearing clothes he hasn't slept in, so he's in a reasonably good humour.

Sebastian kicks him lightly under the table just to see what the boy will do.

Arty startles for a moment, then gives an unexpectedly childish laugh. He throws his scrunched napkin at Sebastian and seems uncharacteristically relaxed.

As they get up to leave Sebastian notices they have caught the eye of the blonde from last night. He looks around to Arty and realises the young man is already aware.

The young woman is certainly not fooled by their brotherly performance, and the way she trails her eyes over them suggests she has not forgotten what they look like in their state of undress either.

Feeling playful, Sebastian walks over to her. Arty follows quickly, his brows knotting slightly in skepticism.

The staff member gives them a wide smile and greets them professionally.

Sebastian starts to charm her, and the young brunette is definitely rolling his eyes behind Sebastian's back, but Arty freezes as Sebastian speaks.

“Do you know if there's a belt in lost property we can borrow until check out?”

Arty flicks his gaze between the ponytailed blonde and his client with interest.

She gives them a smile that would have Sebastian taking her to bed if he wasn't already having so much fun with his whore. Sebastian is not as adverse to threesomes as he suggested earlier, but he gets the feeling from the tenseness of Arty's gait that the boy does not like the idea.

“Studded or leather?” the girl asks.

Sebastian gives Arty a teasing smirk (partly also for the blonde's benefit) but Arty gets the feeling the belt has nothing to do with the looseness of the suit trousers around his waist. Sebastian answers, “I think leather will be enough for today.”

“Come with me, sirs,” the young woman says, with only a sliver of a conspiratorial smirk to mar her professionalism.

She leads them to a desk and disappears through a door, returning quickly with a thick leather belt that makes Arty's stomach hurt. “No marks, remember?” he whispers to Sebastian.

Sebastian leans low so that his lips brush Arty's ear. “Who said it's for use on you?” he teases.

The brunette's eyes widen and he gives Sebastian a searching look before conceding.

Sebastian takes the belt gracefully, tips the girl again just to see her pretty smile, and herds his brunette upstairs.
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