Seb

Blood. I'm covered in it. Thankfully it's neither mine nor his. He's too careful for that. I wipe my hands clean and hold the door for him. He's smiling.

Planning things, and carrying them out, it's like his own personal high.

And it makes him look simply marvelous.

He grins at me, eyes alight and says nothing as he makes his way to my car. I'll be getting blood on the sheets, it's not the first time of course, but, I'd rather not get it all bloody again. I have to clean it up. His phone dings, his smile widening.

"Oh god yes." He types a quick reply and sends it before turning to me. "Bank scam. Gigantic one. People will die." I smirk. Those are the best. The ones where people could have lived, but Jim lets me kill them. Those are my favourite. I get in the car and unlock the doors. He slides in next to me. "Hungry?" I shake my head, I know we had plans, but I'd rather not be seen covered in blood.

People might talk.

He nods. "Covered in blood, I understand. We could always stop off at your place and get a change of clothes…." His voice trails off and I snicker. He's still high off of that isn't he? He shakes his head. "My place. We'll get takeaway and watch a film."

"Much better si- Jim." He grins.

"Good. You're welcome to use the shower as well. You know that."

"I practically live at your house don't I?" It's all in good humor of course. Jim pauses for a second, and looks as if he's about to say something but thinks better of it and closes his mouth with a small smile. "What is it?" I ask, slightly curious. Jimmy knows he can tell me anything. Everything. I would prefer if he told me things. Makes things less tense on my end of things. He just coyly shakes his head and smiles.

"Nothing Seb. I'll tell you later maybe." I pull up to his house and park on the curb. Wordlessly he slips out of the car and slinks up the steps. Sometimes he reminds me of a cat, I don't know what I'd do without him. He's made me who I am, changed me. Not for sure if it's for the better, but he's changed me. I bite my bottom lip and climb out of the car, locking it behind me.

"Hey! Wait!" I call after him, jogging up the steps to match his pace. He turns to me and smiles. I swallow hard to keep from flushing. Why did my heart suddenly end up in my throat?

Sebastian, what the hell is wrong with you? I scold myself. Pull yourself together man. He just smiled at you, it's not like…. And then it hits me. It almost makes me stop cold. I push the feelings down into my stomach and square my shoulders before following after him. I shut the door behind me and plop down on the sofa.

"What do you want?" He asks from the kitchen.

"Doesn't matter to me. I'll have whatever you do." I call back, too confused to think about anything else. I stand up. "Using the shower."

"Okay, don't use all the hot water though. I'll want one too." I smile as I climb the stairs to the upstairs bathroom. Ah, the hot water is it?

Jim

I sink into a kitchen chair as soon as I hear the water running. God. What the hell is wrong with me today? I didn't even need Sebastian on that job, and I took him along anyway…. I keep wanting to spend more and more time with him, and I don't…. I don't really understand why, but when I see him, when he smiles at me, or glances at me, or even talks with me, my heart feels the need to increase in pace. He's my henchman for god's sake. I can't develop feelings I eliminated after Jean died.

It's easy enough to play gay but….

I don't.

I don't have feelings for Sebastian. We're just getting takeaway and we're watching a film. Normal guys do that, friends do that. Don't they? I don't really know. I've never really had friends before. Well I mean there was Seb, he's my friend. He's been my friend since Noel and Art left. I shake my head to clear it and make a call. Takeaway. I'm getting takeaway for Seb and I. After I place the order I start to look for a movie. Something with action in it. Seb likes that kind of stuff. The stairs squeak and I smile, not bothering to look back.

"Oi! Tiger!" I turn to look at him with a smile.

"Nicknames?" He towels his hair dry and tosses it at my face. I neglect to catch it and he flops down on the couch, laughing.

"Seemed appropriate." He stretches out on my couch and grins at me. I can almost feel my cheeks flush, but I stop and sit down next to him, pushing his feet away so I can sit too. He lays his feet on my lap and smiles crookedly. "We watching a film or are you just going to look at me with that stupid grin on your face?" He prods me with his feet and I chuckle, holding back another smile. Did I really have a stupid grin on my face, oh god. How embarrassing. I toss his feet to the side and stand up, just as the doorbell rings.

"That'll be dinner." He nods with a smile and I turn and smirk before opening the door and taking, paying and closing the door. I hold the food out for him to see. "I take care of you."

"Yes you do." He chuckles and sits up. "Eat off trays?" I nod and put the food on the coffee table as he crosses to the kitchen to get plates. He pauses at the door, holding the two plates and silverware, looking at me.

"What?" He furrows his brow and shakes his head.

"I can't put my finger on it." He leans on one side of the door. Oh god. That face. I put the movie down and turn to face him.

"I don't like it when you can't talk to me." I smirk. He nods, but doesn't say anything.

"Jim."

"Hm?" I can hear my heart thundering in my ears. Oh god what is this? He takes a step forward and reaches around me to put the plates on the coffee table. Oh stop. Oh stop. Oh god. He furrows his brow even more, staring into my eyes.

I haven't noticed, his eyes are grey. They aren't blue like I thought.

And suddenly his lips are on mine and I don't know what to do. My brain shorts out.