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works/821771.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Moran/Jim_Moriarty
  Character:
      Sebastian_Moran, Jim_Moriarty
  Additional Tags:
      Teenlock, mentions_of_abuse, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-29 Words: 763
****** Put It Back Together ******
by orphan_account
Notes
     This work has been translated into Russian by the lovely Fox Thom.
     That version can be found here: ficbook.net/readfic/1083043/
     3264620#part_content
Whenever his father’s abuse got especially bad, split lip, face swollen bad,
Sebastian had a hard time letting Jim kiss him, much less have sex with him.
It wasn’t that Jim played too rough; in fact, he was often perfectly controlled
whenever Sebastian turned up at his house injured. They didn’t speak a word
about it, but Jim had his way of silently sizing up Sebastian’s condition and
acting accordingly.
Back injuries meant Sebastian fucking Jim over the regal black cherry wood
dresser at the front of Jim’s room, and facial or chest injuries usually led to
Jim riding Sebastian until any remaining dread or unhappiness from the ordeal
with his father was removed from Sebastian’s mind.
There were times when it got too much for Sebastian, though. Even after Jim’s
initial comfort, after being fed and pampered, he couldn’t bring himself to
touch Jim. Everything felt too raw, and giving any part of himself away to Jim
would topple the rickety foundation that was holding him together. It wasn’t
until the third time that a day such as this occurred that Jim realized what he
could do to help put Sebastian back together.
He started out slow, sitting Sebastian down on his bed and crawling round
behind him to kiss and massage him back. Jagged scars and discoloured patches
of skin garnered the most attention, either from fingertips tracing almost
reverently over them or eager lips pressing against them. After every mark had
been noticed and praised, Jim’s fingertips pressed hard into the muscles near
Sebastian’s neck and shoulders, rolling out every knot from where Sebastian had
scrunched his head into his chest to avoid the buckle of his dad’s belt.
The very moment he felt Sebastian start to relax, the blond was pressed down
against the mattress as Jim shifted to start kissing down his chest. He took a
moment to properly appreciate the little muscles that coiled and moved like a
snake under Sebastian’s shirt, pushing up Sebastian’s shirt and laving his
tongue over them as he worked his way down to settle between Sebastian’s legs. 
In a state as bad as Sebastian’s, it would have been easy to get turned away,
but Jim knew when to act sweet, and nuzzling his nose and cheek against the
crotch of Sebastian’s jeans was the easiest way to gain access. The
encouragement of one of Sebastian’s hands pushing through Jim’s inky, black
hair meant far more than any verbal cue could have then.
Jim didn’t waste his time in working Sebastian’s trousers and pants off.
Teasing threw Sebastian on edge, and it was no fun pushing him when he was
already antsy. Quick kisses and licks at the inside of Sebastian’s thighs were
as far as any foreplay went before Jim took Sebastian in his hand.
He’d always thought Sebastian’s foreskin was beautiful, matched only by how
bloody gorgeous his cock was. It wasn’t the normal terminology for such things
Jim supposed, but sexy or hot didn’t explain it to Jim’s liking.
Fully erect under the ministrations of Jim’s hand, Sebastian finally started
squirming and making noise. Soft pants of “Jim,” or “please just get the fuck
on with it,” drew a little chuckle from Jim before he finally sank down to
start sucking Sebastian off.
He had a precise way of doing things, tweaked to fit Sebastian perfectly. It
always started with suckling and swirling his tongue around the head, giving
Sebastian just a taste of pleasure before Jim completely engulfed him in his
mouth. It had taken practice before Jim could do so without his eyes watering,
but the twitch and strangled noise of pleasure it drew from Sebastian were
infinitely worth it.
With his free hand splaying its fingers out across Sebastian’s stomach and the
other wrapped around the base of Sebastian's cock, Jim glanced up under dark
eyelashes to look at Sebastian. The blond was so close to coming apart, and
after everything he’d been through Jim was fully open to allowing him to have
just what he wanted.
Jim hollowed his cheeks and swallowed around Sebastian, letting the added
pressure throw Sebastian over the edge and into orgasm. He dutifully swallowed
his release and pulled off with a pop to press a last kiss to Sebastian’s hip
and tuck him into his pants.
Curled up into Sebastian’s chest afterwards, Jim would murmur about which scar
he liked best on Sebastian as matter-of-factly as if he were discussing his
favourite constellation, and Sebastian would smirk and nod as though he
understood why his injuries could appeal to Jim. 
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