Crown's And Gunpowder (MorMor Oneshots)

Distraction

"Could you stop that?!"

Jim raised his eyebrows, leaning on the kitchen island. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his pants were low on his hips. He'd expected a lecture about the fact that his ribs were visible through skin. He didn't exactly have a good track record on eating.

"What?"

"You're distracting me." The truth was, Sebastian had taken apart his rifle to fix it, and he'd put it back together incorrectly twice now. Jim was driving him nuts because pretty much everything he did managed to be gorgeous.

Jim tilted his head like a confused puppy, and gestured for Sebastian to continue. His hipbones jutted outwards and a small 'SM' that was carved above the left one was slightly visible.

"Just put a shirt on, christ," said Sebastian.

Jim smirked and walked over to Sebastian. "Oh poor Tiger, I am a distraction?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and said nothing. He'd learned his lesson enough times.

"I could put on a shirt..." said Jim, leaning over Sebastian, "or... you could do to me what you're doing to that gun right now."

Once again, Jim was not walking anywhere that day.