Games (A Belated Birthday Present)
Honestly, I don't even know. I just started writing a sort of went with it. I hope you enjoy!
Sebastian likes games; Jim does not.
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"Seb..." Jim whined suddenly, pushing the sniper lightly with his feet. His position on the sofa, with his legs stretched towards one end, his head resting against the armrest of the other, his t-shirt crumpled slightly around the shoulders, and some copy of an old science fiction novel held loosely in his now relaxed hands, only highlighted his contrast to the other man. Sebastian hardly looked up, merely quirked an eyebrow in the general direction of his boss, his frame still sitting straight upright, legs bent in a manner that would make it quite easy to jump up and immediately aim his shooting arm if the situation require it. Only his head was bowed, and that was more so he could see the screen of his portable game; which, yes, he did play and find enjoyable. Though it were not the most interesting thing on the face of the planet, he found it a rather fun way to pass the time between Jim's needing of something.
"Seb!" Jim whined again, dragging out the e an unnecessary amount, and his foot continued to poke against Sebastian's side, the book he'd been holding now placed neatly on the end-table, as he sat up to glare at the sniper more effectively. Still, Sebastian didn't look up, fingers working madly over the buttons of his game, stupid mock-gun noises coming from the black device, and he grinned a little lopsidedly as the game continued in the way he hoped it would. "You pay more attention to that stupid game than you ever do to me." Jim was saying, sighing over dramatically and glaring harshly at Sebastian, who ignored this accusation in favour of levelling up his character.
Jim groaned, watching the colours flash across the small screen until he felt the beginning of a headache form. Sebastian continued to ignore him, flicking different controls and navigating the in-game world with ease that only came from playing it more than once (which he had- at least three times, if Jim's memory served, and it usually did). Jim huffed indignantly at Sebastian's blatant disregard for him and stood, shooting a last glare and the still game-absorbed man.
Perhaps half a minute passed, and the Sebastian stood, turning of his game and standing, tugging off his hoodie and t-shirt, and then following Jim to the room he'd disappeared to. The sniper grinned at the still-grumpy expression on the criminals face, and shook his head slightly, before answering the last statement the man had made as though he had just said it. "You know that's not true; I pay far more attention to you." He said, raising an amused eyebrow and Jim's reaction, which was to dramatically roll his eyes and turn to face the other direction.
"After all," Sebastian continued, moving over to sit behind Jim on the bed, leaning close to his ear. "I'd never do this to that game..." He trailed off, whispering something in the other man's ear, which made him perk up considerably.
Sebastian chuckled, cool breath tickling against Jim's neck as he pressed kisses into his neck, then his shoulder, then gently down his spine. Reaching the bottom of his back, Sebastian tore the t-shirt off and kissed more harshly, enticing a moan from Jim and a smirk from himself. The two fell into a sort of rhythm, kissing at each other's chests and necks, filling the room with gasps and groans, and coating each others skin with constellations of red marks- declarations, not of love, but of lust and want and need.
"See?" Sebastian chuckled as Jim kissed his stomach. "I like you better than any game."
"Shut up," growled Jim in reply, and Sebastian was more than happy to comply.
