Psychopaths Can't Love

Boyfriends

A/N: Hello! Thanks for all the views so far. I couldn't help but notice that the only part with somewhat explicit content has the most views. Heh heh. Sorry. I'll stop. Keep reading please.

-Leah

Trigger warning: nothing. This is a fluffy masterpiece.

Seb stayed out until three in the afternoon, at which time he began to make his way for the 3:30 meeting that Jim held every Saturday for his inner circle. It was mandatory for Seb to attend. He knew he would see Jim there. Jim couldn't avoid him anymore.

Sure, Jim could storm away from him afterwards, but he'd have to make eye contact with him at least once.

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Seb sat himself down neatly at his place at the table. A few people had already arrived there, Narcissa included (to Seb's annoyance).

"How are you?" she asked quietly.

"Alright," Seb answered, staring past her at the door. Every time it opened, he expected Jim to be coming through it. "You?"

"Pretty good," Narcissa answered.

She began going on about something scandalous that had happened at a pub that she went to last night, but Seb unconsciously tuned her out. He was thinking about his night with Jim.

Thinking about how he had liked how Jim's thighs felt under his hands when he picked him up. Thinking about Jim moaning his name quietly in his ear from above him. Thinking about how the blissful aroma of Jim's shampoo was all he could smell when he fell asleep.

"Moran!"

Seb gave a start, jolting out of his reverie.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking about?" Narcissa asked, looking annoyed that he hadn't been listening to her ramblings.

"Nothing," Seb lied, straightening up. "Sorry, keep going."

"No, you were definitely thinking about something," Narcissa said, a smile creeping across her face. "Something good. What were you...?"

"Everyone's here?"

The door had opened and welcomed Jim inside without Seb noticing. Narcissa turned around in her chair, facing forward. Jim's eyes fell on an empty chair halfway down the table.

"Oh, I do need to replace Ericsson, don't I," he said to himself. "Oh well."

He sat down neatly in his chair.

Seb was glad he wasn't choking on water this time so he could fully enjoy how beautiful Jim looked in a suit.

Jim went through his schedule, calling on people at random and stressing them out more than was necessary.

"Moran," Jim said tersely, seeming to tense up at the mere mention of Seb's name. "Have your team's missions this week gone well?"

"You know they did, darling," Seb said with a laugh.

Narcissa looked back suddenly at Seb, her look clearly saying, "are you crazy?"

Jim bit his lip and looked down, saying nothing in response. He continued as if it had never happened.

After he left quietly, Narcissa turned around to talk in a hushed, dangerous tone to him. Seb couldn't help but notice that most of the people around were looking at him, looking scared for him.

"What the actual hell?" Narcissa asked quietly. "You're either drunk af or straight-up crazy! What's wrong with you? He's probably going to kill you in your sleep for that!"