Jim couldn’t help but smile at the way the other was acting. He enjoyed seeing Sebastian like this, especially when he was protective of Jim and ready to kill someone for just looking at the man; which he obviously was. Jim followed along with his eyes for a bit, before finally moving into the bathroom.
When Sebastian stripped off his jacket and shirt, Jim picked up the shirt and slipped it on, clutching it closed as he watched Sebastian work. He was like an artist, when he was angry, when he was killing someone; Jim found it fabulous, beautiful, and arousing. Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms and tilted his head in his usual snake-like manner.
When the man was dead and Sebastian was done, Jim walked over to him, while he was at the sink, and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. “Thank you, pet…” Jim muttered and then kissed Sebastian’s shoulderblade. It wasn’t a romantic gesture, but he was actually very proud of his bodyguard and the way he reacted.
“When you’re ready, stitches. And I think I’ll be sharing the sofabed with you.”
Sebastian didn’t even think about why he was torturing the silly man, all he understood at the time was that it needed to be done. Sebastian scrubbed at his hands, making an valiant attempt to get all the blood out from under his nails. He stiffened up as Jim reached around him. It took a good three seconds before he took a deep breath and regained control, relaxing and letting Jim press against him, feeling the other man move against him.
After letting his emotions go so completely it was hard to allow another person to touch him, much less tell him what to do. He quickly reigned those feelings in and after breathing in from his nose and turning off the water he felt better, more in control. he turned around, Jims arms still around him. He placed a hand on Jims head and he suddenly felt very tired.
“You aught to let me look at that cut, sir.” he muttered, nudging Jim a bit towards the bathrooms exit.