Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

107

(I don't know what this is. Or what half of this book is.)

After what felt like an eternity, he knocked on the door. Sebastian had no idea why he was there, or what he expected from the visit, but he couldn't stay away.

Jim answered the door, staring at Sebastian in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you."

"Sorry, I should've called ahead of time." he mumbled.

"Do you need anything...?"

You.

I need you.

"I, uh...just came by for a chat." Sebastian mumbled, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat.

"Mm. Well, come in." Jim shifted out of his way, and the sniper stepped into the familiar house. They sat on the couch, awkwardly talking about the weather.

"Um. Do you want anything?" Jim asked, clearing his throat.

You.

I want you.

This time the words came out.

"You. I want you, boss."

Jim stared at him, then glanced away. Sebastian sighed, about to stand when he was suddenly pinned to the couch.

"I want you too, Moran." Jim growled softly, his face a deep red.

He didn't hesitate to crash their lips together, the feeling so familiar and so needed that it nearly made both cry.

"Breaking up was a stupid idea," Jim mumbled, attacking Sebastian's neck with kisses, bites, and sucks.

"Mmhm." he hummed in agreement.

"Then again, we were being blackmailed."

Sebastian scowled slightly at that reminder.

Jim chuckled at the scowl, kissing him hard again. Sebastian gladly kissed back, hands dancing about his lover's body...

A/n: I sometimes wonder how I write these scenarios with a straight ((ha, nope)) face.