Of course, there are always repercussions, Tiger…
Jim threw open the door, and stood in the doorway, breathing - he reminded himself of something from a horror film at that moment.
Only… was he the monster?
Of course he was… he stepped into the room, and kicked the door shut behind him.
“It’s been a couple of days, darling… I hope we haven’t gotten complacent, Tiger?”
Jim stalked toward him. “I expect that even without restraints, you’ll be obedient, Sebastian…” He stared up at him and stroked his face.
“But you just look so pretty in chains, I can’t resist…” he purred, and his hand tightened on his jaw. “Get over to the wall,” he ordered, then kissed him hard.
Face up close to his, Jim gazed into his eyes and whispered, “What the fuck are you waiting for?”
More gunfire, and then a quick stop for ice cream before the return to the Deep Dark Woods…
Jim heard quiet footfalls and the door swishing closed. He smiled, still sitting and facing the window.
“Sebastian,” he said lazily. “What a pleasant surprise… Help yourself to a whisky - on the table.”
He took a sip of his own. “At the end of a work day, I’m more likely to pour a nice Riesling, but this has a certain enjoyable - heat.”
He heard Sebastian pour himself a glass, and stood up - still staring out the window.
“First day back together since our little entanglement…” he mused. “I’d say it went well. Steve aside, I don’t think anyone suspected. Business as usual, no?”
He turned to look at Sebastian, his eyes glittering. Putting down his glass, he walked over to Sebastian, and looked him up and down.
“A very successful deception,” he purred. “Who would suspect the terrible things we did…” He leaned closer, breathing in his scent. “The terrible things we’ll do,” he whispered. He plucked the glass out of Sebastian’s hand, and put it down on the table. Then he opened up his arms, smiling fiercely.
“Go on, then…” he purred. “Give your boss a little kiss hello…”
Now… about the ‘impress me’ part …
The fun continues…now with gunfire!
Texts from Sebastian trickled in, interrupting the flow of work… each time, Jim made an irritated, impatient sound.
Hah. Clever. Adorable.
And terribly bold for an employee, regardless of yesterday’s activities… there was a flash of an image through his mind - strawberry trifle cream and Jim spread out on the carpet, with Sebastian crouching over him… Jesus… stop.
Jim squelched the image quickly, but not before starting to go hard. Fuck’s sake…
He glared at his phone, and sent a reply.
Awfully cocky, aren’t you! Now piss off, Tiger. Your employer is working.
He went to throw his phone back on the table, then remembered… Damn. The wound he had gifted Sebastian with would need to be checked and the dressings changed. And he had said he’d take care of it himself… but he wasn’t about to show up at his flat with bandages, was he? Idly he imagined Sebastian opening his door to find Jim wearing a white coat, black boots, and nothing underneath…
Then felt his breathing quicken as the Sebastian of his imagination yanked him inside, kicked the door shut, and started peeling him out of his coat.
‘God, what a day - and only just monday’ XD