((Moriarty baby/Moran baby-porn for your birthday, yayyyyyy. There is spanking and panties, especially for you. Love you long time! <3))
The first time he saw him Jamie was attending one of his brother’s guest lectures in mathematics. It was more a courtesy call to visit, he didn’t exactly need the extra points or knowledge. But he knew Jim would like it if he was there, and he liked listening to the smooth lilt. It made him feel like home.
So he settled himself in the back of the lecture hall, smiling as he saw his brother’s lips curl up at the sight of him. Jim was confident as always, his lecture enthralling, now matter how dry and difficult the subject was. Jamie’s attention only wavered when someone stuck his hand up, his gaze immediately tearing away from Jim’s frown as he looked at the unknown boy. He was blonde, with grey eyes, and a posh, aristocratic profile, and sort of attractive, although Jamie actually didn’t look much at other men that way. His question wasn’t even a stupid one, and he could see how Jim was just as surprised about that when he answered it. There was a slight pause, but then Jim voiced the question Jamie had been thinking.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“Moran,” came the answer. “Jasper Moran.”
“You know, I’ve never seen you around here before.”
The grey eyes looked into his own dun one’s, the look almost contemptuous. “I don’t attend Cambridge. I study at Oxford, family tradition. But Professor Moriarty doesn’t lecture there, and I couldn’t let the chance to hear him speak slide.”
“Moriarty’s don’t attend Oxford. Family tradition,” Jamie smirked cockily, extending his hand. “I’m Jamie. Jamie Moriarty.”
The look disappeared as Jasper accepted his hand, grinning a bit as well. “Pleasure.”
They didn’t date, or call, or even text. Jamie just made sure that they kept running into each other, which proved to be not as hard as he expected it to be. Even though Jasper didn’t seem to know his brothers well, or at all, they shared a few traits, namely the fondness of beer, and the flirtatious behaviour. It didn’t take him much trouble to figure out which pubs were Jasper’s favourite. It took him even less trouble to drag him in a back alley and kiss the air out of his lungs. He tasted like lager, which was bitter-sweet on his tongue as their lips slid together, fingers curling into fabric and tugging at hair.
“I’ve never kissed a man before,” Jasper panted as they finally broke away.
Jamie shrugged. “Neither have I.”
There was much more kissing after that. And groping too, definitely. Jasper was taller than him, lean and angular, with protruding collar bones and a blonde fuzz covering his chest. He had not seen it yet, but he could feel it when he let his fingers wander underneath his shirt. There was something about the blond’s movements that captivated him; it was smooth, fluid, fast. He could pin Jamie to the wall without him seeing it coming, and sometimes, Jamie even let him. Later the brunet found out Jasper fenced and laughed, calling him a posh bitch. It earned him a smack on his arse so hard that it made him blush immediately, his ears glowing and his eyes growing wide as he looked up in surprise.
Jasper merely grinned. “Who’s the bitch now?” he purred, and smacked him again, making his arse burn as red as his blush. It resulted in the best wank he ever received and having trouble with sitting straight for days.
It was worth it.
It had happened before that he stuck his hand down Jasper’s trousers to fondle him, but he was never met by such a smooth fabric as he was now. Surprised, he stopped their snogging, eyes squinting as he looked down. “Are you wearing panties?”
“Some chit left them, and they, ah, looked like they would fit. I was curious,” Jasper shrugged, trying to be casual about it, although his ears reddened.
Jamie pushed him down to lie on the couch, fingers hooking in the waistband to expose the blond to him. He never thought he would think this about someone else’s cock, but seeing Jasper’s bulge wrapped in something satiny was gorgeous. It would be a shame to pull them off, so instead he shoved them aside and wrapped his lips around the leaking head. It was the first time he did this, and he did the best he could, sucking and licking until Jasper’s fingers tightened in his hair as he shot his load over Jamie’s tongue. His lips were swollen when he pulled back and swallowed arduously, pressing a kiss below the navel. The chit didn’t matter to him; this was only an experiment.
Their first time was awkward, and it didn’t work out quite as well, to the point they decided to just rub off against each other and fall asleep in a mess of dirtied sheets and entangled limbs. There were clever fingers caressing his morning wood when he woke up, his hair a mess of dark strands sticking out as he rolled around lazily. He was met with languid kisses, and Jasper slithered between his widening legs, growing more and more insistent with every passing moment. Fingers were probing at him, exploring him, preparing him, and his head rolled back into the pillows with a heated moan. It was new, and exciting, and actually, a lot nicer than the night before.
Jamie wrapped his legs around Jasper’s waist as he thrust in, the fullness making him tense up at first. Hot breath ghosted over pale skin as Jasper’s lips formed sweet little nothings, coaxing him into relaxation before he started to fuck him properly.
They moaned in each other’s mouths, precome smearing between their bodies, and then, suddenly, Jasper jerked on top of him. He followed shortly after, leaving them both panting and lazy, his sheets even dirtier than before.
There was something about tying Jasper up and teasing him relentlessly that just got Jamie going. The blond was probably used to getting what he wanted, making denying him all the sweeter. He took his sweet time to map out every inch of the lean body, the taste of sweat light and salty on his tongue as he nipped at the skin, his kisses capturing each pleading sound before they could escape the other’s lips. Eventually he would give in, he always did. But having the chance to break down the carefully constructed walls of the posh boy wasn’t something he was going to deny himself. Luckily, Jasper hardly ever denied him.
“Do you ever think of having your upper arm done?”
Jamie languidly looks up from his revising, looking at Jasper who had been doing the same before looking at his arm. “I have been thinking about it, yeah,” he mused, his lips curling up. “Haven’t gotten around to finding a proper artist, although I have discussed it with certain people.”
Lips met the inked skin, distracting him greatly from his studying. Not that he minded, he had no stress about his exams. Even if he had, the way Jasper adored every bit of skin seemed like a proper way to unwind. And it was.
“Have you ever actually tried to get in contact with your siblings?” Jamie knew the question was wrong as soon as he asked it, but he was too curious for his own good. Always had been, it was probably genetic. The grey eyes darkened, almost resembling a brewing storm.
“Why do you care?” The accusing tone was obvious, making him shrug. “I just do.”
“You don’t love me,” Jasper scowled, and Jamie shrugged again. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” The storm cleared, and he even got a small smile out of him. He didn’t get an answer on his question, but he left it at that. That would probably become another experiment, one day.
He had the time.
SOoooooooooooooob IJDIE THIS IS PERFECT AND ADORABLE AN OH GOD BABIES. They’re so lil and sexy. Bed Buddy Brotp 5ever already.
Damnit IJdie, I’m going to end up with like just Family Reunion Mors just incestuous mess pile.
how would we even call that ship?! Jamper? Jasmie? Babymor? (ok the last sounds creepy)