“I know.” Jim sighed some and then watched the other walk over. Picking the whiskey, he waited until he had it and then downed a good portion of it. He knew he’d regret it, but, it was worth it, to stop at least some of the pain. Once the stitches were done, Jim thanked Sebastian.
The way his hair was ruffled, in Jim’s near-drunken state, made him smile. He pawed at the other’s hand and then huffed. When Sebastian walked over to the bed, Jim followed in toe, moving to climb on top of him, almost childishly, and then curled up in his lap, his hands and head on the other’s chest.
Looking up at Sebastian, Jim kissed his chest lightly, before grinning stupidly. “You know what I haven’t done in a while~?” He cooed. One of his hands slipped down between Sebastian’s legs, groping him. Slipping it past the rim of his trousers, Jim smiled up at the other. “It’ll help you sleep…”
Sebastian nearly fell on the sofa, legs sprawled half off as he kicked off his shoes and leaned back, sighing a bit. He felt a weight on his chest and hips and he didn’t have to look up to know that it was Jim curled against him like an over large house cat. Sebastian didn’t move, hoping that he would just be able to drift asleep.
Not so. Jim kissed his chest and then smiled at Sebastian in a way that reminded Seb that Jim was one of the cheapest of dates and it took next to nothing to make the other man tipsy, if not drunk. He felt Jim slip his hand down his pants and Sebastian didn’t even make an attempt to stop the groan that came out of his throat.
“Mmm. Whatever you want, sir.” He muttered, one of his hands now resting on Jims thigh, the other still draped over the back of the sofa.