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All Revved Up With No Place To Go
I was nothing but a lonely boy
Looking for something new
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
In the middle of a steaming night
I'm tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
Sebastian Moran. Gun for hire. Personal Body Guard for James Moriarty. Second Most Dangerous Man in England. Mid Thirties. Dishonorably Discharged from The British Army. And currently more sexually frustrated then when he was 14. That's when he realised he didn’t care what was between anyone’s legs as long as he could get off. Plus being at an all male boarding school full of the same...
He swung his long lean legs over the edge of his bed and sighed, willing his hard on to go down. He couldn’t keep this up. He groaned at his own ill timed pun. He decided that some physical activity might help him get past the dark haired man. The one he protected daily, lived with and who was now invading his dreams. Those big doe eyes and playful smile calling him over to him, asking him to submit to him.
Seb pulled on a pair of sweats, grabbed his mobile phone and keys. He tied up his running shoes tightly and headed out of the flat. He had no cares that it was the middle of the night. He needed to run. Empty his head. Get the sensations and the dream out of his mind. Just fall into the repetitive foot falls of a good old fashioned run.
Within the first two miles, his mind wouldn’t let up. The images of Jim’s seduction that his own head had conjured up continuing to fill his mind. The little pink tongue sneaking out between his lips. The quirky smile when he was truly happy. The scent of his cologne. Sebastian shouldn’t be thinking of his boss like this. But it didn’t help that Jim was exactly Seb’s type. Short. Dark. Mysterious and completely out of his league.
Seb kept his running up, his feet hitting the ground. The vibrations rocketing up his legs to his knees, hips and back. He can feel each step with his entire being. And it’s good. It’s focusing. It doesn’t take much longer before he’s completely absorbed in the feelings of running. Nothing in his head and his muscles are burning with a heat and intensity that he needed.
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
I'm a leader of the pack but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
James Moriarty had a love hate relationship with sleep. He loved it in concept. He knew his body needed it and craved it, but his own mind wouldn’t let him have more than a few hours at a time. He was younger then most people thought he was. But the constant lack of sleep, lack of sunlight and lack of human interaction making him seem twice his age. But in reality being in his early thirties was beginning to wear on him.
Jim often seemed like he was in control, even when he wasn’t. He put up a good front. He was the most dangerous man in England… hell… in Europe. He was trying to be the most dangerous man in the world. But that would take time.
Jim Moriarty was a man… yes. Despite what the rumours on the street about him were… he was a man. And he was a man who could suppress most of his basic needs. Food. Sleep… hell…. His sex drive was something he could tuck away in a box for long periods of time without thinking about it.
But fucking Sebastian Moran. That man had to move into his life… into his flat.. And look like that. The way he walked around in a low slung towel after a shower. The way his muscles moved under his scared and tattooed flesh. The way the man breathed was fucking sex on legs. And Jim found himself reaching for his bottle of lube and his own hard cock. More then once after Sebastian saved him from himself. He could still smell the man on his own skin and that was too much.
But Jim knew he could never act on it. It was too much. Having an employee in his bed wasn’t a first for him… but it often ended in someone’s death. And Seb was too good to lose.
Jim had settled into sleep. Finally feeling that he was able to turn off his brain long enough to get some decent rest. It had been almost two days. He was starting to see and hear things that weren’t there. But being that he had fallen asleep, he was easily awakened. And he heard Sebastian leave the flat. He wasn’t sure where the man was off to now. He sat up and blinked, looking at his clock. Two hours. It was better than nothing. And maybe he could go back to sleep.
After another hour, he gave up, getting out of bed. He manages a shower, thinking of Sebastian running in the middle of the night. He checked. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t out on a date of some kind. Jim had seen to it that Sebastian’s dating life. Even a quick hook up was nothing short of disappointing.
Jim found thoughts of Sebastian sweating through a work out, were enough to distract him. The warm water of the shower sluicing over his skin felt too good to pass up touching himself. He might have been embarrassed at the name he screamed out as he came. If he had the ability to think of anything but Sebastian in that moment.
Sebastian crept back into the flat. Three hours of flat running. He was exhausted. Sweaty and more than a little numb. He walked on silent feet through the darkened flat, heading to the kitchen for a bottle of water. He wanted to collapse in his bed and get a few hours of sleep. He had gulped down the rest of his bottle when he heard the quiet voice in the dark of the flat.
“I hope you got the dry cleaning Moran. You were gone long enough.” Seb nearly jumped and Jim smirked in the dark. “Shower and dressed. We are leaving for the office in thirty.”
Oh, baby, I'm a hunter in the dark of the forest
I've been stalking you and tracking you down
Two Months Later…
Sebastian Moran kicked himself internally. He knew better than to lose sight of Jim in a place like this. And now… three hours later he still didn’t know where he was. Jim was gone. He was in deep shit. And he didn’t even speak Turkish. Or Lebanese… or whatever it was being rattled in his ear. He sighed heavily and stopped, ducking into an alleyway, out of the sun. He took a minute to light a cigarette and take a deep drag. That moment of stopping, is enough to put Sebastian’s instincts back into working order. To quell the panic that has been in his throat for the last hour.
I’ve been going about this wrong. He thinks to himself. Hunt him. Don’t chase. And suddenly it all clicked for him. He knew right where to find the little Irish bastard. And damned if he wasn’t going to take his time meeting up with him.
Cruising up and down the main drag all night long
We could be standing at the top of the world
Jim Moriarty was drunk. He hated it when plans didn’t go his way. And this was one plan that had turned into shit quickly. He knew it. And he knew that Sebastian was out there trying to find him. Good old Sebastian. Always such a loyal dog for him. Following his every whim. And now… he didn’t even have him.
Jim couldn’t control it any longer. He pulled himself off of the bar stool and almost lost his balance. He recovered quickly with a giggle and saw the man on the other side of the bar. Tall. Blonde. Not quite as sexy as Sebastian… but he would do in a pinch. And he didn’t seem to speak English. Even better. It wouldn’t take long to convince the man he was wanted. Even in his less than sober state, Jim was able to make it to the lifts. His tongue down the foreigner’s throat. His hands in places they shouldn’t be in public before he felt the world shift.
The wind was knocked out of him as he was slammed against the wall of the lift. A panting and seething Sebastian Moran looming over him. Jim looked up from the beautifully chiseled chest. To the sculpted jawline that was tense. To the full lips, moist with spit. He finally looked into the blue eyes of his bodyguard and a small smile came across his own face.
“Took you long enough…”
“Fuck you Jim… fuck you.” Sebastian was beyond angry. He had been out chasing his own tail while Jim was in the hotel, in the bar no less… drinking and picking up strange men. He didn’t even know what to say to any of it. Jim giggled.
“So dramatic Sebastian…” he rolled his eyes. But he didn’t move away from the man looming over him, his arms on the lift wall caging him in.
“I am not being dramatic. I am doing my job.”
“And you are doing it so well… the second most dangerous man in England… and I am doing my job too you know. Working on making you the second most dangerous man in the world darling!” Jim titters. “Isn’t that just grand?”
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
“Grand?” Sebastian spits out. “No Jim. It’s not grand. It’s fucking dangerous as hell. You almost got us both shot back there because you were what… getting bored?” Jim shrugs in response as the lift stops on their floor. Seb gets out his key card and stalks to the suite, opening it up and stomping through. Jim follows slower, his body sluggish from the whiskey dinner. He entered the suite and Seb’s face looked up at him, leaning his tall muscled body against the wall.
“Sebby… I want us to be… the best we can be.” Jim almost whines as he drops onto the sofa. Seb rolls his eyes.
“We aren’t shit here. And these aren’t people you want to fuck around with. You aren’t that stupid.” Jim threw him a warning look. Seb closed his eyes in a rather exhausted way. “I swear… you are going to get us both killed over something stupid.”
“Why should that matter to you.” Jim spat out at him, his own anger bubbling up. Jim had realised that the man standing across from from him, cock blocked him. I must be drunker than I thought. Jim said to himself.
“It matters because I won’t have a boss… or a job… or…”. Seb stopped himself before he could say something more informational. He shook his head and opened the sliding door to the balcony off of the suite. He needed a cigarette to calm himself. Jim watched him go and shook his head.
You and me 'round about midnight
Another month later....
Sebastian rarely went out for pleasure. His life was Jim 24 / 7. He didn’t get the time to have off. To spend with friends (not that he had any) or family (not that he wanted to see them ever again.). But once in a while, he wouldn’t mind free time. Time to go to the pub. See the match on a small telly in the corner of a dark bar. And for once, a random Friday night… he managed to get exactly what he wanted.
Jim had been a prick all week. Well, more of a prick than usual. So when he told Sebastian to get out of his sight and not come back until his own attitude was adjusted. Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice. He took the chance and ran. Now, he was standing at a bar in a club, his tee shirt sticking to his body with sweat. He was wondering if he could get a hotel room. Or see if his dance partner, who was waiting for her drink behind him had a place to herself or not. Either way, he expected he would have a naked and willing partner in a bed within the next hour. If they didn’t skip it all and head to the loo right now.
Sebastian stuck his hand into his pocket to grab a few bills for the drinks. As soon as he did, he felt his mobile buzz. He ignored it, grabbing the drinks and heading over to the pretty ginger girl who was waiting for him. He smiled at her, taking a long pull from his beer. And his pocket buzzes again. He ignored it more. And that was the mistake. It didn’t stop going off for about five minutes straight. Text after text after text. The ginger dancer, who was all but riding Seb’s thigh with her tongue down his throat felt the texts. She pulled back and gave him a look. He smirked, assuring her he wasn’t married. He finally took out his mobile looking at the stream of texts from the one person he already knew they were from.
Seb looked at the time. Fucking midnight. He had barely gotten a good two hours to himself. The ginger must have sensed that Sebastian was through for the night. She began to look around at her other options. Seb sighed as he made his excuses and headed for home.
You and me 'round about midnight
Jim had decided long ago there was no god. No heaven. No hell. It was living. And he had been handed almost daily proof of this throughout his life. But this last week, having Sebastian shadowing his every move. His workout regime had increased. His body looked more and more like something out of a Da Vinci Wet Dream had found Jim’s libido working over time. And damn the man for looking like dinner as he was making coffee.
Jim couldn’t take it any more and told Moran to leave. Jim had finally taken something to calm his anxiety and once it kicked in... he felt like an ass. The flat was too quiet. It had been stupid of him to kick Sebastian out. And he wanted to have him home so he could go to bed. He hated to go to bed without the man in the flat. He had grown accustomed to the sounds of someone else being in the space.
Jim picked up his mobile and tracked Sebastian. Ah. Well… that wouldn’t do. Sebastian should know better than to be at a club. If he thought for one moment that he was going to find another bit of flesh when he belonged to Jim…. Jim began to text Sebastian. Demanding he come back. Ordering him to do stupid things. Make a pot of tea. Gather some files. Empty the dishwasher. Anything to get the man to come home. It was after midnight and if he hadn’t left the club yet, he hadn’t done anything to soil himself. Jim could almost overlook this… indiscretion.
Someone's got to draw first
Draw first
Someone's got to draw first blood
Sebastian slammed into the flat, his blood boiling. He growls at the sight of Jim lounging on the sofa. “What the ever living fuck is so important that I had drop what I was doing. And come across town to find you lounging around like the queen of fucking Sheba?” Jim raised an eyebrow at Sebastian. He knew the man was strung tight. But this was pushing it. “Sebby… watch that tone…” he threw out in a warning. “Go take a shower. Wash the stench of… whore off of you. And go to bed.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said no.” He moved closer to Jim, almost invading his personal space. Jim looked into the grey blue of Sebastian’s eyes. He noted the same feral look there that he had seen several times in the course of Sebastian’s work. It was the same look Seb had in his eyes when he was about to use his skills to extract information. The hard way. Jim found himself swallowing in spite of himself and found his body reacting to it. It was a huge turn on. Seb knew he had Jim on the ledge. “I will do no such thing.”
Seb smirked at Jim, taking a moment to lick his lips and move in a touch closer, his breath ghosting Jim’s face.
“You know your place… Moran.” Jim warned. He cursed himself for how shaky his voice sounded to his own ears. “I don’t want to make you do something… but I will.”
“Fine. Make me then.”
Someone's got to draw first
Draw first
Jim lifted his chin in challenge at Sebastian’s words. He knew very well that the man had a very large defiant streak. But Sebastian had always heeded Jim’s warnings before. Now… he was either out of his mind or drunk. But he wasn’t sure which.
Jim sat up, shifting away from the back of the sofa. As he moved, Seb followed, maintaining the distance that had been between them up until now. Seb saw the changes in Jim’s face. The fact that his eyes had blown wide open and the subtle changes in his breathing. Jim always managed to slow his breathing right before he had an outburst. And Seb for once wasn’t scared. He knew that Jim’s demons played well with his own. They had spent many a night celebrating a job well done. Both freshly showered. The screams of someone who needed a reminder of what the most dangerous men in England were capable of.
But for once, Seb didn’t back down. He wanted to see where Jim was going to take this. Exactly how far he was going to push Sebastian. And to be honest, Jim was curious for the same. He knew that in a fight Sebastian would be able to over power him without a thought. But it was that give and take that kept them both out of killing each other… so far.
“Is that what you really want?” Jim asked his voice smooth again, almost like a velvet cloud.
Someone's got to draw first blood
Oh I got to draw first blood
Oh I got to draw first blood
Sebastian listened as Jim’s words curled around his brain. He didn’t know what he wanted at that moment. And he was sure that Jim didn’t either. Seb had been left with a raging hard on earlier. The last time he had some kind of sexual encounter that wasn't solo. Add that to the rather deep running masochistic nerve that ran through him. Sebastian found that all common sense and self preservation had left him. Most likely for good.
Jim licked his lips and blinked at Seb a few times. Before he could even form his next words, his own brain was short circuited. Jim found that Sebastian’s lips were pressed against his own.
For years there would be arguments about who made the first move. Jim would always take the opposite position of Sebastian at the moment. And Sebastian would often forget depending on why he was reliving the memory. But no matter who started it, once it began it was fierce. Lips and tongues moved against each other, fighting for the right to own the other. Teeth were used, the sharp sting of a bite and the familiar taste of iron on the tongue as the flesh was broken.
The two criminals spent the better part of ten minutes, gasping for breath. Kissing and their hands grabbing at each other. When they finally broke, Seb looked at Jim and let out a small huff of a laugh. “Bedroom?”
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
A year later…
Sebastian waited against the trestle table in the open warehouse room. Jim often had guests brought too this space. The current person with such an invitation was passed out. He was hanging from the steel chains that were keeping him balanced on his toes, his wrists bound above his head. Seb had barely begun and was waiting for his boss to come in and see what was going on. Fortunately, Seb didn’t have to wait long.
Jim strolled into the room, his hands in his trouser pockets, looking like he had just walked off the page of GQ. The prissy little bastard rather enjoyed finding the right costume for the occasion. Seb lit a cigarette and took a drag, watching as Jim moved around his guest.
“Passed out after just a few hits. Didn’t get much done before then…” Seb admitted. Jim nodded at him.
“Seems a shame really. You want to wake him, Sebby? I think he and I need to have a little chat ” Jim watched as Sebastian moved across the room towards the man hanging. Jim noted to himself that while Sebastian was a large man, he moved like a cat. “Oh… and Tiger?” he called out. “Have fun with this one. I want to be… entertained.” Seb gave Jim a small smirk, knowing full well that Jim wanted to make sure that there wasn’t much left when he was done.
Two hours later, Seb’s tee shirt was soaked in blood and sweat. His knuckles were swollen and red, a few bits of skin broken open. His body ached in a way that made him feel alive and the guest was hanging on by a thread. He was awake and aware of what was going on around him. But he wasn’t saying much any more.
Seb reached for the bottle of water Jim was holding out for him. He leaned against the table next to where Jim was sitting once more. “I don’t think there is much more to get from him. And to be honest… it’s getting kind of boring.” Seb said after he swallowed down half the bottle. Jim nodded in agreement.
“I agree. Besides… watching you work him over… it’s sexy, Tiger. I think it might be time to finish this and go home.”
Seb smirked for a quick moment before he looked over at Jim. Jim had a gleam in his eye that Sebastian had come to know better over the last year. He turned toward Jim and put his hand on Jim’s thigh.
“Then should I make it quick?” he asked, his thumb kneading Jim’s muscle. Jim leaned up, stretching himself just a touch. He kissed Sebastian with a deep need and hummed. He didn’t get a chance to answer when the third person in the room spit on the floor.
“Flithy faggots.” he managed to grumble. “Should have known.”
Seb’s face twisted in second hand embarrassment for the man as he watched Jim’s eyes change for just a flash. He knew what was coming next without Jim even saying it. He leaned in and kissed Jim again before he walked over to the man.
“I know that watching me work someone over is a big turn on for you Jim. And I’ll admit that suit is doing things for me… I should have just fucked you on the table an hour ago. But since our friend here has been rather… rude… I think I’ll just cut his femoral artery and let him bleed out. Shouldn’t take too long. Then I plan on taking you to bed and working you over. Because… seriously… it’s been too long.”
Jim smiled at Sebastian and nodded. He watched Seb slice into the man’s groin with the razor sharp knife he had picked up off the table. He knew that the last words the man would hear before his death were going to be his own and he laughed. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”