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Hiding

Long time no see. (I'm not gonna say it but I'm gonna say it: Did you miss me?) I'm sorry it took me so long to come up with a new part but life has been pretty busy lately. Anyway, this is a trope I've wanted to do for a long time now and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Also I'm trying to get back into writing so if you have any prompts for Mormor you'd like me to write please let me know in the comments!

Trigger warning: Kind of explicit content, description of bruises and implication of physical abuse and domestic violence.

"Jesus Christ, be quiet."

The space is so small that it doesn't allow any other position than closely pressed against each other but Jim is not gonna complain about that. Not when he can see the bruise on Sebastian's jaw and every freckle on the other boys skin, not when he can feel his body  heat through his dress shirt and - actually, Sebastian's body heat isn't the only thing he can feel.

Jim lets out a soft delighted chuckle while Sebastian makes another one of those mortified noises. "Someone is quite excited for this, huh?"

"Oh my god, shut up" Sebastian hisses and roughly pulls Jim closer by his tie to press their lips together almost brutally and - yeah, Jim's not gonna complain about that either. He allows Sebastian to feel in control for a little while, lets himself be pushed back against the door of the supplies closet but is still aware enough of his surroundings that he can catch a falling broom in one hand before it can make too much noise by falling over, his other hand buried in Sebastian's hair.

"How much time?" Sebastian asks and Jim loves how rough the other boys voice sounds, how close he is to losing his mind already. In the small space he almost believes that he can hear Sebastian's thoughts - quick, hurry, someone's gonna hear - mixed with the other boys lust, embarrassment, excitement, fear. It's an intoxicating mixture.

Jim pushes the sleeve of his pristine white shirt up and squints down at his watch in the dim light. "...About twenty five minutes. I have to go early though, I can't be late for Spanish again."

Sebastian huffs something that doesn't even qualify as a verbal response and Jim doesn't bother to make sense of it, watches with a slight smirk while the older boys yanks Jim's shirt out of his trousers and tugs impatiently at his tie, eager to get to the warm pale skin underneath.

"Easy, tiger" Jim purrs and it's almost thrilling to see Sebastian shiver in response. Sebastian is almost two years older than him but from the first time that they had done this on it had been pretty clear who of them was the one in control of this.

Sebastian's skin is flushed, from kissing and the thrill of hiding, and he makes a soft sweet noise when Jim pulls his head back by his hair, baring the other boys throat and leaning in to attach his mouth to the tanned skin. He starts to leave a mark but Sebastian shoves him back with a hiss.

"What's your fucking problem, man, they'll see, they'll know -"

"I don't care" Jim growls and all but rips Sebastian's shirt open, hearing a button or two rip off the cheap white fabric and fall to the floor of the closet. And he wants it that way, doesn't even pretend to intend otherwise. His possessiveness runs deep and Sebastian knows that; is smart enought not to protest.

Jim curls his fingers and scratches his nails down over the soft flesh of Sebastian's belly and feels goosebumps form in response, over toned muscles and -

Sebastian hisses and this time it's not from lust but from pain. Jim had known the bruise was there, had been able to see it throught he thin material during lunch break and he doesn't pretend to be surprised. Sebastian never talks about who's hitting him. Jim doesn't ask. He knows anyway.

It's never gentle, this, and both of them are used to that so Jim surprises himself when he leans up again to kiss Sebastian, slowly and thoroughly, and his urge to posses, to mark and claim turns into something softer. Something he can't put a name to.

Sebastian responds to the kiss like he always does and moans softly when Jim  rolls his hips against the older boy's but he can tell that Sebastian is just as startled at the sudden change of atmosphere as he is.

Jim nips sharply at Sebastian's bottom lip before pulling back, standing so close he can feel the older boys breathing on his lips and can make out Sebastian's blown pupils in the dim light.

"I'm gonna kill him" he growls, smoothing his hand through the taller boys hair before running it down over Sebastian's chest and his bruised side, feels his muscles tense under his light touches. Sebastian's eyes are wide and fixed on Jim's face. He doesn't say a word, doesn't ask Jim what or who he means. Doesn't protest.

Jim leans in again, presses an almost chaste kiss on Sebastian's lips and slips his thigh between the older boys legs, slowly pressing up. Sebastian whimpers.

"I'm gonna kill him and I'm gonna make sure he knows he's dying for this. I'm gonna make sure you can watch and spit in his face."

The softness hasn't disappeared but they both pretend not to notice it. Or maybe Sebastian is already too far gone to hear it in Jim's soft voice.

The truth is - and Jim is not gonna admit this to himself, not ever, but especially not in his shitty high schools shitty supplies closet smelling of vinegar-based cleaner, old rugs and teenage hormones - that he wants to make Sebastian feel good. Feel safe. That he wants to make sure the other boy forgets his father's face and the pain for a few precious moments. Hell, he wants to take Sebastian out to the cinema and sit in the last row and hold hands. He wants to buy him curly fries and ice cream and wants to do all sorts of terrible soft things to him. he wants to be able to kiss him hello in the sun on the school yard, just once, without having to feel afraid or ashamed or like he's doing something forbidden.

There are a lot of things Jim wants. He never gets them.

Instead of following that line of thought to its depressing end Jim drops to his knees and undoes Sebastian's belt impatiently, ignoring the older boys supressed gasp and his hand coming down to rest in Jim's hair.

This at least he knows how to do. Maybe it's the only way he knows how to make someone feel good. But he's good at it, he enjoys it. And if it's the only thing he can give Sebastian, the only thing he can offer to compensate for the other boys sad eyes and worried frown - then he's not gonna fucking refuse it.