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Late Nights

Some fluff to make up for the last two one shots. Enjoy & please give me feedback!

Jim's head felt like a jackhammer was working inside of it and his mouth was dry.

He hated nights like this. He hated being stuck in meetings for hours, with people that flinched at every quick movement he made. He hated coming home feeling this empty, even after a day of work.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip, closing his eyes for a moment.

The flat was empty and quiet, all the lights were off, just the streetlight in front of the kitchen window illuminated the room.

Jim knocked back the whiskey and shivered slightly at the bitter taste, before heading for his bedroom. Trying to cheer himself up he hummed a David Bowie song while undoing his tie and shirt buttons, hanging up his jacket and folding his trousers neatly. Slipped into a loose fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. Hesitated for a moment, gaze fixed on his empty bed.

Goddamnit, Jim. He was Moriarty, the Napoleon of crime. He took and did what he wanted and didn't worry about other people questioning his actions. This is different. But why does that  make it so hard?

After a minute of standing in the dark, his bare feet becoming colder, he sighed and cursed at himself, before he left the room. Just tonight.

He closed his bedroom door behind him and walked down the hallway, choosing a different door on the same side, just a few steps away from his own. This room was dark as well, but he had his surrondings outlined in his head and would've found the way to the bed with closed eyes. One last moment of hesitation, and he slipped under the covers.

"...Jim?"

He felt the matress sink in behind him, then the warmness of another body embracing him.

His voice, barely a whisper and rough from sleeping, his familiar scent, the feeling of his calloused palm sliding up his bare arm...

Carefully though. No wonder, Jim hadn't exactly sent him out in the morning in a friendly way. He had barely given the sniper enough time to get dresses before he had kicked him out of the flat.

Sometimes it all became too much for Jim. Even after months and months of sharing flat and bed. It became too much, even if Sebastian read him like no one had ever done before; he knew exactly when his boss was worried and needed space, when he needed sweet and when rough touches and also when it was better not to meet his eyes if he preferred to stay alive.

But still... What they had, whatever it was, still tended to overwhelm Jim.

Even though he had regretted shoving Sebastian out ten minutes later already he hadn't contacted him all day, despite texting him details about his newest mission.
He wouldn't admit it to himself, not even now, having crawled into his snipers bed like a beaten puppy, but secretly he had starved for exactly this kind of touch all day.

"Who did you expect? Are you waiting for someone else?" he snapped, using sarcasm to thoroughly cover how much he relaxed under Sebastian's skilled hands.

His sniper chuckled, Jim felt his warm breath against his neck.

"There, there, kitten. Are you still angry with me?" he murmured sleepily and earned himself a nudge with that.

"Don't call me kitten, Moran!"

Sebastian just hummed at the growl and wrapped his arms around Jim's waist recklessly, pulling him back agaisnt his chest. He was shirtless, Jim felt his warm skin through his light t-shirt and sighed in surrender, leaning back into him.

"...How was your day, tiger?" he asked, absently running his fingers over Sebastian's underarm, felling his snipers breath against his neck and in his hair.

"No complications. Killed the targets, erased all the information."

Jim smiled slightly, happy it was dark in Sebastian's bedroom.

"Well done, basher. But mission report tomorrow. I wanted to know about your day."

"It was okay. Though I somehow managed to piss my boyfriend off and he kicked me out this morning."

Jim chuckled at that and shivered slightly when Sebastian's hand slipped under his shirt to come to rest on his stomach, just to feel his skin under his fingers.

"I'm sure he calmed down by now" Jim murmured and felt Sebastian's sternum vibrate with a chuckle in his back.

"I missed you" the sniper murmured into his hair. "Ruined someone's existence today?"

"Multiple people's existence."

"That's my boy" Sebastian murmured, already half asleep again. "...What time is it?"

Jim reached over for the night stand to check Sebastian's phone, holding the other man's hands in place with his own free one. "...Half past three."

Sebastian groaned at that. "Damn it, boss, I have to get up early. Work." 

Jim smirked a bit and settled against his chest with a small sigh. "Good night then, tiger. I expect your best tomorrow."

"You always do."

"I know. That's because you always give your best, don't you?"