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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: 15.
Part: 16
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Nats forced and bribed me to write more.
When I get into the club, sure enough James is drunk. It has to be expected now; I think he does it just so he doesn’t have to worry about what he’s got to do. In my eyes he hates that he’s Mafia-Slut. But then, maybe that’s me being hopefully. Thankfully now he’s sitting on his own, twirling his finger idly round the rim of a pint-glass whilst holding it into his chest with his other hand. His eyes slowly move a round the room, a glazed look around them - well, that’s the impression I get through the cloud of smoke.
He finally sees me and ushers me over to him. I adjust my tie so it’s not strangling me anymore, and then walk over. There’s a second of stillness when I’ve approached, where we just look at each other. Why am I doing that? Well, I’m trying to judge exactly how much he’s drunk. By my reckoning, it’s definitely a lot.
I pull out the chair opposite him and take a seat, moving my blazer around so it fits more comfortably around me now that I’m in a hunched position. “Mathew, I’ve been waiting for you for god-knows-how-long.” He informs me, bending forward and lowering his eyes at me.
“Sorry.” I mumble. He puts down his pint and holds his hands up, telling me that he wasn’t really annoyed with me.
“It’sh ‘kay? Can we get out of here? There’s a box of Quality Street at my place that have my name on them.” I chuckle slightly. “No seriously. I wrote my name on the box… I think Liam was eyeing them up, greedy bugger.”
I chuckle, and give him a hand as he tries to pull himself up and fails. He puts his arm around my shoulder and we being to walk out. This is the part I hate, the fact that we’re so close yet so far apart, it actually hurts. I just wish that he would let me in, let me talk to him about deeper things, like so I actually find out stuff about him.
I help him to the car and put him in the back seat. It’s only a short drive to his place, but it is deadly silent. I look at him through my mirror and his face is pressed up against the window and his eyes follow building after building after building.
I park up and then help him out again, wrapping my arm around his waist to steady him, but I think he’s sobering up a little. If previous nights are anything to go by then he’ll either fall onto the sofa now and fall asleep there, or he’ll stumble into his bedroom and sleep fully-clothed on top of the duvet.
Unlocking the door we both walk inside at the same time, only just squeezing in at the same time at our shoulders. He sits down on the sofa, and usually he just flops to the side, but this time he doesn’t, he just turns round to face me. “Aren’t you coming to join me?” he asks, adding a major pout in there for effect.
I smirk, and walk around the sofa and flop down next to him. Grinning he crosses his legs - something I can’t do, but that’s not important - and grabs the remote off the coffee table. Flicking it on we’re greeted by some late-night news programme. You can tell when he’s not sober - he’ll actually sit there and watch what’s going on in the world around us. It’s strange, even though he doesn’t tell me things about him, I know quite a bit, through picking it up myself.
But that shouldn’t be the way it goes, I should be able to have a relationship with him. Okay I know it wouldn’t go as far as a relationship type relationship, but a friendship… just a friendship would do me fine, coz we don’t even have that and yet I’m pining for it.
I’m bought back from my thoughts when the weight on the sofa changes, I look up to see him moving. He sees the look on my face, and I know it reads ‘where are you going?’, and so he answers it even though it wasn’t actually asked. “Going to get my Quality Street!”
I smile and giving a knowing nod and he wanders off into the kitchen. I sigh heavily, and cock my head back until it’s resting on the back of the sofa. I just wish… really wish that I didn’t feel like this. I need to get the hell over it.
He returns with his beloved Quality Street box clutched into his chest with his arms protectively around it. Once he’s in front of me he points the box out towards me. “See… James.” He marks a line under his name with his fingers.
I look at it, noting how it’s written ‘Jamss’ in scruffy writing. “I know what you’re thinking.” He informs me. “a) I was in a rush and b) I’m a leftie, so save your tormenting, ‘kay?” He giggles slightly and pokes his tongue out before sitting back down next to me.
He digs into the box, and unravels what looks to be some kind of mint-thing, due to it’s in green wrapping. Leave me alone; I’m trying to think about anything that’ll stop me from thinking about how much I like him.
“Oh, sorry.” He stops after about his 10th chocolate, “do you want one?”
“No, cheers.” I smile, but he shoves the box in my face.
“You need some healthy food, now eat one!” he orders, giggling.
“Chocolates are healthy now then, eh?”
“Yes, it’s James’ sugar filled diet, it includes Coca-Cola, none of the cheap stuff, and cakes, and more chocolate, and Jaffa Cakes.” He grins, still holding the Quality Street box in front of my face.
I take one, so he doesn’t keep going on, and eat it. Mmm, good choice Mathew, it’s fudge! Again, I’m trying to distract myself, so stop thinking I’m weird or anything like that.
He finishes off pretty much the whole box, apart from the ones that he’s discovered are the coffee one, which he says taste worse than horse shit. When asking him if he knew what horse shit tastes like he replied: “I do actually… I kinda… fell in a pile of it when I was like… 7. And let me tell you something. It tastes better than those damn coffee sweets!”
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the most detail he’s ever gone into about his life before I met him. “Matt, can I, like, show you something?”
“What is it?” I question.
“It’s just something I found one night, and I thought it was cool. I’ve… I’ve never really been able to talk to someone as easily as you, so I… I’ve never really had to confidence to share it with someone before.” [Anyone who’s thinking dirty thoughts here should be BURNED!]
As stupid as this sounds, that sentence makes me feel weak. I almost wish he hadn’t said it, because all it’s going to do it make me feel more for him… make me want him a whole lot more. “…Do you, do you wanna see?” He asks hesitantly, after a short pause between the both of us.
“Yeah, sure, I’d love to.” He smiles softly.
He grins and stands up, and I follow him. Grabbing his keys from the side he opens the door and allows me to get out before shutting it and locking it, dropping the keys into his trouser pocket. “Follow me.” He states, and I do just that, we walk along the corridors that are by the side of his flat, and walk up what seems to be like a million stairs. Finally we reach a door that states ‘no entry’. I believe that it did have a lock on it, but that has been broken of.
The door doesn’t open when James first tries, but he gives it quite a hefty kick and it swings open, crashing against the wall on the other side. There’s about three of four more steps with a bit of floor space in between each one, and then another door. We go through that to be revealed to the night sky. We walk forward a little, on the roof of the block of flats that are underneath us.
“Wow,” I mouth, looking up at the clear sky in amazement.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” James asks and I bring my gaze back down to him, nodding open-mouthed. He chuckles softly. “I like coming up here.” He states, perching himself on some wall type thing.
“It’s really beautiful.” I state, standing next to him and rest back. I look up again, staring at the stars so that I don’t end up staring at James’ face.
“I could spend all night up here, but then I’d probably freeze to death.”
“You cold?” I ask, noticing how he’s only got a shirt on.
“A little.”
“You want my blazer?” I offer helpfully, beginning to take it off my shoulders.
He holds his hands up in protest. “No it’s cool, thanks though.” He says politely, and then returns his gaze to the sky. I do the same, and bite on my lip. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. His gaze moves slowly from the sky and then I can feel his eyes on me, then he turns his head to make it blatant, and then his whole body.
I look back down at this point, and turn to him, thinking that he’ll probably turn away as soon as he sees me looking at him too.
Only he doesn’t, he moves closer to me. And it’s those few seconds… you know it’s going to happen but you can’t quite register it. And before you know it…
His body is in front of mine, his lips on mine. My hands on his waist and his on my shoulders. It’s only a small bump of lips together at first, but then it becomes more. Even though my head doesn’t quite know what’s going on, my stomach has got it sussed and is doing somersaults inside my body.
Rating: 15.
Part: 16
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Nats forced and bribed me to write more.
When I get into the club, sure enough James is drunk. It has to be expected now; I think he does it just so he doesn’t have to worry about what he’s got to do. In my eyes he hates that he’s Mafia-Slut. But then, maybe that’s me being hopefully. Thankfully now he’s sitting on his own, twirling his finger idly round the rim of a pint-glass whilst holding it into his chest with his other hand. His eyes slowly move a round the room, a glazed look around them - well, that’s the impression I get through the cloud of smoke.
He finally sees me and ushers me over to him. I adjust my tie so it’s not strangling me anymore, and then walk over. There’s a second of stillness when I’ve approached, where we just look at each other. Why am I doing that? Well, I’m trying to judge exactly how much he’s drunk. By my reckoning, it’s definitely a lot.
I pull out the chair opposite him and take a seat, moving my blazer around so it fits more comfortably around me now that I’m in a hunched position. “Mathew, I’ve been waiting for you for god-knows-how-long.” He informs me, bending forward and lowering his eyes at me.
“Sorry.” I mumble. He puts down his pint and holds his hands up, telling me that he wasn’t really annoyed with me.
“It’sh ‘kay? Can we get out of here? There’s a box of Quality Street at my place that have my name on them.” I chuckle slightly. “No seriously. I wrote my name on the box… I think Liam was eyeing them up, greedy bugger.”
I chuckle, and give him a hand as he tries to pull himself up and fails. He puts his arm around my shoulder and we being to walk out. This is the part I hate, the fact that we’re so close yet so far apart, it actually hurts. I just wish that he would let me in, let me talk to him about deeper things, like so I actually find out stuff about him.
I help him to the car and put him in the back seat. It’s only a short drive to his place, but it is deadly silent. I look at him through my mirror and his face is pressed up against the window and his eyes follow building after building after building.
I park up and then help him out again, wrapping my arm around his waist to steady him, but I think he’s sobering up a little. If previous nights are anything to go by then he’ll either fall onto the sofa now and fall asleep there, or he’ll stumble into his bedroom and sleep fully-clothed on top of the duvet.
Unlocking the door we both walk inside at the same time, only just squeezing in at the same time at our shoulders. He sits down on the sofa, and usually he just flops to the side, but this time he doesn’t, he just turns round to face me. “Aren’t you coming to join me?” he asks, adding a major pout in there for effect.
I smirk, and walk around the sofa and flop down next to him. Grinning he crosses his legs - something I can’t do, but that’s not important - and grabs the remote off the coffee table. Flicking it on we’re greeted by some late-night news programme. You can tell when he’s not sober - he’ll actually sit there and watch what’s going on in the world around us. It’s strange, even though he doesn’t tell me things about him, I know quite a bit, through picking it up myself.
But that shouldn’t be the way it goes, I should be able to have a relationship with him. Okay I know it wouldn’t go as far as a relationship type relationship, but a friendship… just a friendship would do me fine, coz we don’t even have that and yet I’m pining for it.
I’m bought back from my thoughts when the weight on the sofa changes, I look up to see him moving. He sees the look on my face, and I know it reads ‘where are you going?’, and so he answers it even though it wasn’t actually asked. “Going to get my Quality Street!”
I smile and giving a knowing nod and he wanders off into the kitchen. I sigh heavily, and cock my head back until it’s resting on the back of the sofa. I just wish… really wish that I didn’t feel like this. I need to get the hell over it.
He returns with his beloved Quality Street box clutched into his chest with his arms protectively around it. Once he’s in front of me he points the box out towards me. “See… James.” He marks a line under his name with his fingers.
I look at it, noting how it’s written ‘Jamss’ in scruffy writing. “I know what you’re thinking.” He informs me. “a) I was in a rush and b) I’m a leftie, so save your tormenting, ‘kay?” He giggles slightly and pokes his tongue out before sitting back down next to me.
He digs into the box, and unravels what looks to be some kind of mint-thing, due to it’s in green wrapping. Leave me alone; I’m trying to think about anything that’ll stop me from thinking about how much I like him.
“Oh, sorry.” He stops after about his 10th chocolate, “do you want one?”
“No, cheers.” I smile, but he shoves the box in my face.
“You need some healthy food, now eat one!” he orders, giggling.
“Chocolates are healthy now then, eh?”
“Yes, it’s James’ sugar filled diet, it includes Coca-Cola, none of the cheap stuff, and cakes, and more chocolate, and Jaffa Cakes.” He grins, still holding the Quality Street box in front of my face.
I take one, so he doesn’t keep going on, and eat it. Mmm, good choice Mathew, it’s fudge! Again, I’m trying to distract myself, so stop thinking I’m weird or anything like that.
He finishes off pretty much the whole box, apart from the ones that he’s discovered are the coffee one, which he says taste worse than horse shit. When asking him if he knew what horse shit tastes like he replied: “I do actually… I kinda… fell in a pile of it when I was like… 7. And let me tell you something. It tastes better than those damn coffee sweets!”
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the most detail he’s ever gone into about his life before I met him. “Matt, can I, like, show you something?”
“What is it?” I question.
“It’s just something I found one night, and I thought it was cool. I’ve… I’ve never really been able to talk to someone as easily as you, so I… I’ve never really had to confidence to share it with someone before.” [Anyone who’s thinking dirty thoughts here should be BURNED!]
As stupid as this sounds, that sentence makes me feel weak. I almost wish he hadn’t said it, because all it’s going to do it make me feel more for him… make me want him a whole lot more. “…Do you, do you wanna see?” He asks hesitantly, after a short pause between the both of us.
“Yeah, sure, I’d love to.” He smiles softly.
He grins and stands up, and I follow him. Grabbing his keys from the side he opens the door and allows me to get out before shutting it and locking it, dropping the keys into his trouser pocket. “Follow me.” He states, and I do just that, we walk along the corridors that are by the side of his flat, and walk up what seems to be like a million stairs. Finally we reach a door that states ‘no entry’. I believe that it did have a lock on it, but that has been broken of.
The door doesn’t open when James first tries, but he gives it quite a hefty kick and it swings open, crashing against the wall on the other side. There’s about three of four more steps with a bit of floor space in between each one, and then another door. We go through that to be revealed to the night sky. We walk forward a little, on the roof of the block of flats that are underneath us.
“Wow,” I mouth, looking up at the clear sky in amazement.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” James asks and I bring my gaze back down to him, nodding open-mouthed. He chuckles softly. “I like coming up here.” He states, perching himself on some wall type thing.
“It’s really beautiful.” I state, standing next to him and rest back. I look up again, staring at the stars so that I don’t end up staring at James’ face.
“I could spend all night up here, but then I’d probably freeze to death.”
“You cold?” I ask, noticing how he’s only got a shirt on.
“A little.”
“You want my blazer?” I offer helpfully, beginning to take it off my shoulders.
He holds his hands up in protest. “No it’s cool, thanks though.” He says politely, and then returns his gaze to the sky. I do the same, and bite on my lip. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. His gaze moves slowly from the sky and then I can feel his eyes on me, then he turns his head to make it blatant, and then his whole body.
I look back down at this point, and turn to him, thinking that he’ll probably turn away as soon as he sees me looking at him too.
Only he doesn’t, he moves closer to me. And it’s those few seconds… you know it’s going to happen but you can’t quite register it. And before you know it…
His body is in front of mine, his lips on mine. My hands on his waist and his on my shoulders. It’s only a small bump of lips together at first, but then it becomes more. Even though my head doesn’t quite know what’s going on, my stomach has got it sussed and is doing somersaults inside my body.