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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 11/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: This gave me a headache so enjoy.
“Matt,” he sighs, turning his body in slightly so it’s pointing towards me as I dangle my legs off the side of the bed.
I turn my head so it’s pointing towards him, my eyes only just catching sight of him out of the corner of them. “Yeah?” I say not too softly, yet not too harshly. Now… the thing is, I actually can think. I couldn’t before, by mind was just a blur, and whilst I knew what was going on, I couldn’t actually make much sense of it. I just knew it was happening and knew it was fucking good.
But the question I really have to ask now is what the hell’s going on? Because to be honest I don’t get these guys, at all. It doesn’t make sense to me. He sighs again, more heavily than the last time. “Is something… up?”
“No.”
“You’d tell me if there was, wouldn’t you?” he asks, getting his face into my view, with a sad smile on his face.
“No.” I tell him honestly, and look away from him.
“But... I, why not?”
“We’re all strangers. We don’t know about each other, and we don’t plan to. Coz the moment we do that is the moment we realise that we’re all real people, and the moment we realise that is the moment we start caring.” I recite the words he said to my yesterday perfectly, growling them in the same way he did. From the way he reacts to this I know he’s quite taken back, but quickly adjusts himself to be in control of the situation, I don’t think he likes the fact that I’m right.
“You learn fast Matt,” he almost laughs. I lift my head up and look to him. We share a quick smile before his head quickly turns away from me.
“Is that what this was all about, so you could get me to talk?” I ask, wanting to know the answers to the million-and-one questions that are going about in my head. At this point I really don’t get what’s going on, and I think I should.
“What? Oh, no.” he shakes his head, still not facing me straight on. I feel uncomfortable with this, sitting hear in just my boxers when he’s fully dressed, so I bring my legs up onto the bed, brings my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs to keep them tightly to me.
I raise my eyebrow slightly. “What was it then? I mean I could understand it if you got anything out of it, but-.” He giggles gently, his face threatening to turn into a huge grin. I chuckle to; the way his face is going makes me laugh. He’s got a funny laugh, a cute laugh. I mean… I mean, a… cute laugh. Okay, a cute laugh that doesn’t mean a thing. Britney has a cute laugh but that doesn’t mean I fanc- no, wait. Where was I going with this?
“Well,” he begins. “It’s kind of, captains orders type thing.” He laughs to himself, obviously voicing a private joke of his. I smile at him as he twists his body round again, so he’s back to facing me.
“What, your captain’s orders where to give me the best blow job I’ve ever had?” Whoops, I should learn to bite my tongue more often. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. I can’t believe I even thought it to be honest with you.
“Really?” he beams, his eyes sparkly and youthful.
“Well yeah, but you didn’t answer the question.”
“Kind of, I mean well like, not just for you I mean like.” He stutters out his words nervously, not trying to find the ones to fit.
Because I’m so blunt, I do it for him. “You’re ‘Mafia-Slut’.” I chuckle.
He bites his lip as he looks at me. “I guess… you could, I guess so.” His face is no longer amused and he drops his head down, burying his neck into his chin.
I. Do. Not. Find. That. Cute.
Oh come on! He’s part of the mafia for god’s sake! Mafia people aren’t cute; they do drugs and kill people. “I didn’t mean to put it blunt like that.” I apologise sincerely. “But, why are you… you know, the Mafia-slut?”
He huffs childishly, fiddling with the bedcovers between his fingers, tugging at it gently and letting it droop before pulling at it again, making tiny pyramid shapes with it. “Look at me. What else could I be? I couldn’t scare a someone with marachnophobia and-”
“Isn’t it arachnophobia?” I correct him, confused at to why he would scare someone with arachnophobia as apposed to someone without it.
“What? Oh yeah it is, but I call marachnophobia someone who’s scared of monkeys coz apparently I look like one. So yeah, I can’t scare no one, I’m not exactly built for fighting, I hate drugs with a passion and so that’s about all the depth there is to the mafia. So that’s why I’m Mafia-Slut as you so pleasantly put it.”
“I’m sure you could scare someone if you tried.” I say, smirking slightly at his expression. His mouth is hanging open slightly and he’s looking to the side of the room with his head facing forward. A hard expression to explain but I like it.
“No, I really could.” He mumbles, his expression instantly going back to how it was after he’s spoke.
“Well you scared me.”
“I did?” he breaks out of a daze I didn’t quite realise he was in and he scoots forward so he’s closer to me. “When?”
“Yesterday when you said about all that stuff.”
“Oh, sorry about that, but you needed to be told, and I thought the quicker you got told the easier it would be. And after all you don’t want to be telling anyone around here anything.” I nod.
We fall silent, both looking at each other. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, I really shouldn’t - not after what he’s told me, not after I’ve found out the situation I’m in. I shouldn’t coz it’s wrong, and not only that but it’s stupid. This will all pass though, he’ll be a complete wanker to me tomorrow and I’ll hate his guts - hopefully.
I feel him start to move forward slightly, unless I’m imagining it. But it’s painfully slow, and after all this means nothing, does it? Charlie told him to do that before, for what ever reason; like he does with all the others I’ve seen James with. Like Liam.
Just as he crosses my mind the front door slams shut and James’ jerks up in surprise. I go to stand, to get out his room and go to sleep on the sofa again, but his hand stops me. “You stay in here for a night; you look like you could use a decent night sleep. I’ll sleep on the sofa. Oh yeah, I’ll wake you up in the morning, to go down and see Charlie. Got some stuff to take care of.”
“Okay.” I smile at him, and he returns it before leaving the room, switching off the light switch before he pulls the door too. I don’t understand why he’s being nice. I don’t get why his persona is constantly changing so I can’t judge him. Is it to lure me in to some kind of trap? And why what is it that Charlie wants to find out to make James do that? And why has he got such a cute butt?
…I need sleep.
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 11/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: This gave me a headache so enjoy.
“Matt,” he sighs, turning his body in slightly so it’s pointing towards me as I dangle my legs off the side of the bed.
I turn my head so it’s pointing towards him, my eyes only just catching sight of him out of the corner of them. “Yeah?” I say not too softly, yet not too harshly. Now… the thing is, I actually can think. I couldn’t before, by mind was just a blur, and whilst I knew what was going on, I couldn’t actually make much sense of it. I just knew it was happening and knew it was fucking good.
But the question I really have to ask now is what the hell’s going on? Because to be honest I don’t get these guys, at all. It doesn’t make sense to me. He sighs again, more heavily than the last time. “Is something… up?”
“No.”
“You’d tell me if there was, wouldn’t you?” he asks, getting his face into my view, with a sad smile on his face.
“No.” I tell him honestly, and look away from him.
“But... I, why not?”
“We’re all strangers. We don’t know about each other, and we don’t plan to. Coz the moment we do that is the moment we realise that we’re all real people, and the moment we realise that is the moment we start caring.” I recite the words he said to my yesterday perfectly, growling them in the same way he did. From the way he reacts to this I know he’s quite taken back, but quickly adjusts himself to be in control of the situation, I don’t think he likes the fact that I’m right.
“You learn fast Matt,” he almost laughs. I lift my head up and look to him. We share a quick smile before his head quickly turns away from me.
“Is that what this was all about, so you could get me to talk?” I ask, wanting to know the answers to the million-and-one questions that are going about in my head. At this point I really don’t get what’s going on, and I think I should.
“What? Oh, no.” he shakes his head, still not facing me straight on. I feel uncomfortable with this, sitting hear in just my boxers when he’s fully dressed, so I bring my legs up onto the bed, brings my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs to keep them tightly to me.
I raise my eyebrow slightly. “What was it then? I mean I could understand it if you got anything out of it, but-.” He giggles gently, his face threatening to turn into a huge grin. I chuckle to; the way his face is going makes me laugh. He’s got a funny laugh, a cute laugh. I mean… I mean, a… cute laugh. Okay, a cute laugh that doesn’t mean a thing. Britney has a cute laugh but that doesn’t mean I fanc- no, wait. Where was I going with this?
“Well,” he begins. “It’s kind of, captains orders type thing.” He laughs to himself, obviously voicing a private joke of his. I smile at him as he twists his body round again, so he’s back to facing me.
“What, your captain’s orders where to give me the best blow job I’ve ever had?” Whoops, I should learn to bite my tongue more often. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. I can’t believe I even thought it to be honest with you.
“Really?” he beams, his eyes sparkly and youthful.
“Well yeah, but you didn’t answer the question.”
“Kind of, I mean well like, not just for you I mean like.” He stutters out his words nervously, not trying to find the ones to fit.
Because I’m so blunt, I do it for him. “You’re ‘Mafia-Slut’.” I chuckle.
He bites his lip as he looks at me. “I guess… you could, I guess so.” His face is no longer amused and he drops his head down, burying his neck into his chin.
I. Do. Not. Find. That. Cute.
Oh come on! He’s part of the mafia for god’s sake! Mafia people aren’t cute; they do drugs and kill people. “I didn’t mean to put it blunt like that.” I apologise sincerely. “But, why are you… you know, the Mafia-slut?”
He huffs childishly, fiddling with the bedcovers between his fingers, tugging at it gently and letting it droop before pulling at it again, making tiny pyramid shapes with it. “Look at me. What else could I be? I couldn’t scare a someone with marachnophobia and-”
“Isn’t it arachnophobia?” I correct him, confused at to why he would scare someone with arachnophobia as apposed to someone without it.
“What? Oh yeah it is, but I call marachnophobia someone who’s scared of monkeys coz apparently I look like one. So yeah, I can’t scare no one, I’m not exactly built for fighting, I hate drugs with a passion and so that’s about all the depth there is to the mafia. So that’s why I’m Mafia-Slut as you so pleasantly put it.”
“I’m sure you could scare someone if you tried.” I say, smirking slightly at his expression. His mouth is hanging open slightly and he’s looking to the side of the room with his head facing forward. A hard expression to explain but I like it.
“No, I really could.” He mumbles, his expression instantly going back to how it was after he’s spoke.
“Well you scared me.”
“I did?” he breaks out of a daze I didn’t quite realise he was in and he scoots forward so he’s closer to me. “When?”
“Yesterday when you said about all that stuff.”
“Oh, sorry about that, but you needed to be told, and I thought the quicker you got told the easier it would be. And after all you don’t want to be telling anyone around here anything.” I nod.
We fall silent, both looking at each other. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, I really shouldn’t - not after what he’s told me, not after I’ve found out the situation I’m in. I shouldn’t coz it’s wrong, and not only that but it’s stupid. This will all pass though, he’ll be a complete wanker to me tomorrow and I’ll hate his guts - hopefully.
I feel him start to move forward slightly, unless I’m imagining it. But it’s painfully slow, and after all this means nothing, does it? Charlie told him to do that before, for what ever reason; like he does with all the others I’ve seen James with. Like Liam.
Just as he crosses my mind the front door slams shut and James’ jerks up in surprise. I go to stand, to get out his room and go to sleep on the sofa again, but his hand stops me. “You stay in here for a night; you look like you could use a decent night sleep. I’ll sleep on the sofa. Oh yeah, I’ll wake you up in the morning, to go down and see Charlie. Got some stuff to take care of.”
“Okay.” I smile at him, and he returns it before leaving the room, switching off the light switch before he pulls the door too. I don’t understand why he’s being nice. I don’t get why his persona is constantly changing so I can’t judge him. Is it to lure me in to some kind of trap? And why what is it that Charlie wants to find out to make James do that? And why has he got such a cute butt?
…I need sleep.