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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Moran/Jim_Moriarty
  Character:
      Jim_Moriarty, Sebastian_Moran, Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Anal_Sex, Porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-21 Words: 2739
****** Brain Dead ******
by ProfessorPlum
Summary
     Drinking slows the brain down and makes processing thoughts a bit
     difficult but sometimes that's exactly what Jim wants, and if
     Sebastian gets involved then that's all the better for him.
Notes
     First time writing a fanfic with my OTP so I hope you enjoy this work
     witch was a lot harder to write then I intentionally imagined. Hope
     it's not too out of character.
See the end of the work for more notes
The brain is a beautiful thing. A deep furrow divides the cerebrum into two
halves, known as the left and right hemispheres. The two hemispheres appear
almost symmetrical, yet it has been shown that each side functions slightly
different than the other. The right hemisphere is associated with creativity
and the left hemisphere is associated with logic abilities.
Jim Moriarty had always been interested with the brain and it's abilities to
learn and function under certain conditions. Prone to learning with functions
that acceded any computer currently known to man. However, the brain was not
done growing at the age of sixteen, however much the young man willed it to be
so.
A Most interesting but not unexpected side affect of alcohol on the brain was a
sate solace unlike any other sense of tranquility that the boy had ever felt,
which resulted in doing everything in his power to obtain the drug.
Unfortunately for him, he had a personality that was more 'do now, think later'
that he subconsciously diverted his brain into believing that it was more of a
'think and do at the same time' which resulted in things almost never working
out the way he wanted, and trouble usually followed for the 170 cementers of
Irish teen.
After several drinks at a pub that Jim had miraculously found that didn't card,
and a few woman that seemed to find his 'boyish' looks somewhat adorable. He
had ended up going home with a guy who Jim recalled was named something like
Michael or Matthew, there really wasn't much time for conversation. He was tall
and lanky with hair that looked like he had just woken up and clothes that were
much to tight and left little to the imagination. They had driven to his flat,
but before long were snogging in his car. Michael or Matthew slid his hands
over Jim's legs and arms and chest, as though he could consume him and the man
still wouldn't be happy. As hands slid lower Jim felt an overwhelming urge to
run away. Michal or Matthew's hands were over his crotch, palming him through
his skinny jeans. Jim pulled back as though he had been stung, and Michael or
Matthew's expression looked exactly the same. "Somethin' the matter?" Asked the
man, a genuinely surprised look on his face.
"I want to go home." Jim replied, even to himself the words sounded childish,
drawn out by the alcohol he had consumed and the Irish accent.
"Did-did I do something wrong?" He asked, hands retreating back to his own
legs, where they should stay in Jim's opinion. It was dark out, but even in
Jim's foggy minded state he could make out the expression on the others face
was one of worry.
"I just want to go home." Jim pulled his knees up to his chest, making himself
look even smaller then he was. The definition of leave me be.
"Yeah, yeah sure. How old did you say you were Jimmy?" He asked, his hands on
the steering where of the car. Jim recalled vaguely telling the man he was
nineteen, and when his voice came out it was muffled by his knees.
"I'll be seventeen in November." He didn't look up to see the inevitable look
of shock on Michael or Matthew's face.
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?" Came the reply, nothing Jim hadn't expected. "Do
you know how much trouble I could get in for shaggin' a fuckin' sixteen-year-
ol'?" He asked, but Jim again remained silent for the apparent rhetorically
phrased question. "Even snogging a fuckin' sixteen -year-old" He said shaking
his head.
"Can you take me home Mike?" Jim asked, making his voice crack as though he was
about to cry but he didn't feel the remote bit saddened by this confrontation.
"It's Matt." Came the dull answer as the now confirmed Matthew started up his
car. "Where do ya live kid?" Jim once again reacted without thinking and gave
the man not his address, but that of Sebastian's. It wasn't like he had planned
for it, but he was smart enough to know that if he went home and his parents
found him like this then he was afraid to think what would happen to himself.
Sebastian was his choice because other than having no other 'friends' on whom
he could call on at two in the morning, he knew that no matter how deep down
the feeling lay, Sebastian cared for him.
Jim didn't say goodbye as he got out of the car, feeling no need to thank
someone that he was just thankful was not some psycho rapist with an abnormal
desire for young boys. Matthew didn't seem to require any thanks either as he
drove away as soon as Jim had gotten out of the car in front of the building.
It would be very risky trying to climb the fire escape with impaired motor
skills even though he had done it sober many times before. He decided to ring
the intercom, he was quite sure that the other was sleeping by two in the
morning, but it wasn't like he had any other option. Sebastian was four years
his senior, and lived on the fifth story in a rather 'lower income' part of
London.
The distant sound of the intercom rung before a muffled voice came though.
"Yes. 'Ello?" Came the distinct sound of Sebastian's voice. Jim had an uneasy
feeling that the other could already predict with certainty it was him, because
this would not be the first time by any means that Jim showed up at god knows
what hour because he couldn't sleep or he was bored, or an array of other
useless excuses, but Sebastian always let him in.
"Hay, gunna let me up, boyo?" Jim answered. There was a pause before he heard
the buzz of the door being opened. He wasted no time getting to the lift and
walking to the sixth door on the left. He knocked, knowing full well that he
could simply enter without permission. Clad in only a pair of pajama trousers
and an old shirt, leaning against the door frame after opening the door stood
Sebastian. For a few seconds Jim offered a cheesy smile before grabbing a hold
of the others collar and pulling him down for a sloppy kiss.
Sebastian pulled away after a few seconds when the shock seemed to were off. He
grabbed Jim's shirt instead. "What the hell Jim?" He demanded, rolling his eyes
as Jim let out a cackle of laughter. "You look like shit Jimmy." Jim was sure
the drinking was evident, after all, he was doing very little to hide it.
Sebastian pulled him inside with the grasp on his t-shirt and shut the door.
"You need to stop this." Came the over-used words he said every time Jim showed
up drunk. He made his way to the kitchen too get Jim something to drink.
Again Jim ignored him. "Your arse looks nice, have I ever told you that?" Jim
asked, leaning against the counter, he watched Sebastian roll his eyes. "I just
wanna... bite it." "Look Jim, why don't ya take my bed, yeah?" Sebastian asked,
handing him the glass of water he had filled. "I'll just sleep on the sofa." He
crossed his arms on the counter across from Jim, making sure he had finished
the water.
"That's not necessary," Jim answered, with a wave of his hand as though that
signaled the dismissal of the question. "I don't really feel like sleeping."
Upon hearing the words Sebastian laid his head down on his crossed arms. "But
I'm tired Jimmy." He said with a hint of hysteria in his low growl of a voice.
Jim crossed around the counter and mirrored Sebastian's actions, crossing his
arms on the counter top. Sebastian looked at him, "What?" He asked, as if the
look was an insult in itself.
"You're pretty cute." Jim said, giving a small laugh. "But I'm pretty pissed,
so it's not a complement." Obviously thinking his honesty was about the best
thing he could offer, the teen smiled. Sebastian couldn't help returning the
smile.
Sebastian turned to face Jim, and the younger teen did the same, not hesitating
before leaning forward again, this time much slower and tilting his head to the
side just slightly before pressing his lips to Sebastian's. "Jim" the voice
sounded annoyed but he didn't pull away. Jim instead brought his hands up to
Sebastian’s shoulders. Jim felt the other put his hands on the small of his
back, and he couldn't help smirking as the feeling of Sebastian’s tongue filled
his mouth. Jim chuckled against Sebastian's lips sliding his hands down over
the other's chest and up his shirt to let his fingers dance lightly over
Sebastian's skin.
Jim lifted off Seb's shirt with little hesitation, breaking the kiss and moving
instead to let his tongue dart out over Sebastian’s neck, drawing a very
obvious groan from the other. He could tell Sebastian was enjoying this, even
if he wouldn't even admit it to himself. "Jim." Seb's voice sounded again. "Jim
you have to stop." contact was broken as the teen felt Sebastian pull away,
running a hand through his sandy coloured hair. "I-No James, you need to sleep.
You're drunk as hell." He said, pushing Jim, which was risky because he felt
his knees might give way any moment from standing.
"Don't lie, honey. You know you like it." Jim said moving to the sofa where it
seemed Sebastian was directing him anyways. Sebastian followed him, making sure
the drunken boy sat down. Jim grabbed at the others hand, pulling him down
close to where he sat. Sebastian tried to get up but Jim kept him down
determinedly. “Stay.” He demanded, pushing the other down to lay against the
sofa before climbing over him and setting down on his waist. He leaned down to
kiss Sebastian again; reclaiming the others lips easily, his hands on the arm
of the sofa to support himself.
“God Jim,” Sebastian breathed, and it wasn’t hard for Jim to feel that the
other was just as hard as he was.
“What? Does this turn you on?” He asked, nipping at Sebastian’s neck instead,
working his way down to his collarbone. He smiled against skin that radiating
heat at the sound of a strangled moan that came from the back of Sebastian’s
throat.
“No.” Came the lie. Sebastian grabbed Jim’s wrists and used his weight to force
Jim onto his back instead. He straddled Jim’s hips and held his wrist above his
head. “I said to stop.” He growled, only earning him a laugh from the boy
beneath him.
Jim smirked up at Sebastian, “You’re just as hard as I am, sweetheart.” He
started.
"Fuck you” Sebastian snapped back, but Jim only laughed again.
“Yes, that’s kinda the point of all this.” His chest rose and fell rapidly,
only partially surprised that Sebastian complied by holding both his wrist with
one hand and sliding up his shirt with the other. He leaned down to kiss Jim
this time, biting on his lip roughly. Seb ground there hips together, drawing a
most pleasing moan from Jim.
He tried pulling his hands free from Sebastian's grasp but it proved impossible
as the other had both the strength and dominance to his advantage. Jim felt his
shirt being lifted over his head but the other seemed not to care enough to
remove it all the way and left it instead at Jim's wrists, working his way down
the teen's neck with bites. The feeling of Sebastian's teeth over his skin sent
slight shivers through his body, but all he could think about was the clothing
still separating them.
"Seb," He breathed, distracted by Sebastian's lips now moving down his chest.
"Let's-let's move this to your bed, yeah?" He finished, earning him a sharp
bite from Sebastian's teeth.
It was Seb's turn to chuckle. "Not a chance, I'm gunna fuck you right here
right now. This is all your doing anyways." He growled, his hand moving to undo
Jim's trousers. "Take them off and turn around." Seb ordered. Jim watched as
the other took off his own trousers, moving off of Jim's waist so sit on the
sofa next to him. Jim soon followed pursuit, removing his trousers and pants
and turning over and gripping the arm rest for support as he knelt on his knees
next to Sebastian. "Suck." He demanded, forcing his fingers to Jim's lips.
"God no Seb, it's going to hurt, don't you have lube?" Jim asked almost
desperately, but opening his mouth anyways to coat Sebastian's fingers with
saliva.
"I want this to hurt. Want you to remember what happens when you wake me up at
three in the morning." Sebastian snapped back. Jim opened his mouth to say that
it wasn't quite three yet, but he voice was exchanged for a gasp as Sebastian
inserted two fingers. "
"Fuck" Jim breathed, as he felt the fingers working him open, and slowly at
that. His breathing quickened and his heart rate accelerated inside his chest
when he felt Sebastian add another finger. He thought he might die of suspense
at the rate the other was moving, intentionally stalling. "Seb." He whined.
"Please." At those words the fingers were withdrawn and Jim had a few moments
to catch his breath before something larger was shoved inside his already
stretched arse. Sebastian didn't move, letting himself get comfortable with the
position. "Move" Jim ordered desperately.
"Just enjoying the view." Replied Sebastian, tightening the hold he had on the
smaller teen's hips before setting a sickeningly slow pace. Jim took a slightly
shaky hand and tried to work at his painfully obvious erection, earning him a
slap on the hand. "Easy kido, keep your hands where they are." Sebastian said
his voice demeaning as he started to speed up.
Jim whined in response, his nails digging into the fabric on the arm of the
sofa. He felt Sebastian moving faster and let out a moan. He didn't think there
would be time for him to hold on any longer, letting out a shaky breath as he
spoke. "Seb I- I'm gunna- So close." He stuttered.
"Oh no you don't." Sebastian reached a hand down to Jim's cock teasingly,
picking up his pace while letting out muffled groans. "Just-not yet Jimmy." But
the contact nearly pushed him over the edge and he came a few moments later
letting out his high pitched groan. Sebastian didn't stop however, shoving his
prick harder into Jim's arse while the sound of the teen's protests grew
fainter.
"S-seb stop." Jim insisted, his grip so tight on the arm of the sofa that his
knuckles had turned white. A few more thrusts of his hips and Sebastian spilled
inside of Jim, wrapping an arm around Jim's waist and pressing his chest to the
teen's back.
Sebastian pulled out slowly wincing at the pressure on his over sensitive
prick, and listening to the small whimper that came from Jim. He felt Sebastian
nuzzle his nose against his back and he felt like falling, wiping the tears out
of his eyes that he hadn't even known were there. " 'M sorry Jimmy." Sebastian
muttered, releasing the hold he had on him and getting off the sofa to put his
pants back on.
Jim didn't move, his body felt wasted as did his brain and sleeping on the sofa
all of the sudden didn't sound quite so bad. He had closed his eyes but felt
Sebastian’s stronger arms once again wrap around his slender waist. He was
pulled to his feet before being lifted up. "You alright?" asked Sebastian.
"Yes." Jim didn't open his eyes but felt himself being carried through the
hallway until he was set down on the bed. Sebastian looked down worriedly at
him; maybe it had been too hard for him or something. Seb pulled the blankets
until they were covering most of the teen's body and watched him for a few
moments.
The sound of Sebastian footsteps walking out of the room soon meat Jim's ears
but his mind was still in a foggy haze, too dull to comprehend the specificity
of meaning behind anything as mundane as footsteps.
The brain is a beautiful thing, but it was always good to have it shut down for
a while.
End Notes
     If you reached the end of this work then I would like to congratulate
     your determination and relentless effort that it must have taken to
     read it, (Don't know because I didn't want to read through it).
     Anyways, hoped you did in fact enjoy it and any comments or
     constructive criticisms are welcome.
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