Redemption || MorMor

His Strange Exception

"Sorry boys, I'm so-o changeable!"

His taste was still lingering on Seb's lips. His head was throbbing and his heart was hurting and he didn't know what to do. He just gave a condemned man his last kiss. And he would do anything to ensure that it wasn't the last.

Life without Jim: he couldn't even fathom it. It would be wrong to just go back to the way things used to be; nights alone with only alcohol for company, going for weeks on end without talking to people. A Jimless life was a life not worth living, as far as Sebastian was concerned.

But what if he, by some miracle, did survive? What then? He didn't say anything to Seb at all. He didn't even seem angry. He didn't seem anything and that was always dangerous. There was no way that he would appreciate Sebastian doing that to him and he knew that. He made a mistake but he was desperate and didn't want him to die without him knowing how he felt. He would regret it for the rest of his life.

But, then again, maybe he would regret it for the rest of his life anyway.

By the time he'd moderately calmed down, he saw the scene by the pool. It was deadly silent. Sherlock was aiming his gun at the bomb. Seb glanced up at where the snipers were: they had all gone. If that bomb blew up, everyone inside would die: John, Sherlock, Jim and himself. At least Seb wouldn't have to cope with being without him. He'd be dead.

He held his breath, like they all were. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then it wasn't.

It took a few moments for Seb to realise that it was Jim's phone. He let out a half-chuckle of relief. He couldn't make out what was being said, apart from, 'say that again!' That was all he needed to hear to know that it wasn't good.

He leaned back into the wall and breathed deeply, his vision going a little dizzy. One he'd steadied his mind, he could hear footsteps approaching him. Jim. He inhaled and turned to him.

"Call another time. I'm busy," he spoke sternly into the phone and then hung up, putting it in his pocket. He looked at Seb and he felt his heart break. This wasn't going to be the lover's union he hoped it would be, he could tell from just the look in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Jim, really I am. I know you'll have to fire me now. I'm sorry," he stuttered over his words, feeling like a child, and glued his eyes to the floor in shame. His chest ached deeply and he just wanted to get away.

Silence.

And then laughter. Jim was laughing at him.

Seb looked up in shock and didn't even have time to comprehend that Jim had grabbed him by the back of his hair and was kissing him, up against the wall. His eyes were open for a second or two, from the shock, and then he closed them, realising that it wasn't going to be a quick peck. This was a passionate, earth-shattering embrace that meant more to them than either could have ever imagined. As Jim's fingers tangled in his blonde hair, Seb reached down and held his waist to his own. His lips tasted warmer than earlier and softer, slightly salty too. They'd never experienced such heat, such passion. It was different to being anyone else because they weren't with just anyone. They were with each other. It was like a barrier between them had been taken down, broken. So many unspoken words were exchanged between their lips. Some things are hard to verbalise, so they didn't say anything. All night.

Sex between them was different too, different to sex with anyone else. Neither of them had ever had sex which had meant anything, it was always just emotionless. But between the pair, it wasn't any more. This meant something. There was emotion. There was a connection. It felt, as much as it may sound cliché, magical. They couldn't imagine anything else because they never wanted anything else again. They just wanted each other.