It was a relief to hear him speak, but Jim hardly let it show. In fact, the only way he acknowledged it at all was to lift his head back to look at the other man. He wanted to argue, wanted to reply, ‘Oh I don’t know, I’ve spent plenty of nights there while you were out on jobs’ but he didn’t.
He simply smiled that sly grin of a man who didn’t need to speak to get his point across. He and Sebastian knew each other well enough that words were necessary only half the time. Which was what meant the few profound words they ever did share mean more.
Besides, silence was needed when a sniper took aim and focused on his target. Jim had learned that early in life, even if he was only the spotter.
“Tea?” he asked casually, as if it weren’t after midnight and unusual to offer.
The calming ritual of tea, them padding around each other in perfect working silence or the comfort of being wrapped here in the dark.
Seb grunted in affirmation. He needed to see Jim’s eyes, needed to see his fluid movements, the teasing in his eyes. Needed to press closer, press their lips together and devour Jim in a hungry kiss, that reminded him of the smooth, uniquely Jim taste of his lips. That discovered the texture of his tongue and confirmed the number of fillings in his teeth. Needed a bit of heat to chase away the creeping cold dread that still had claws sunk into his spine.