“Is that all finalised?” Sean asked, looking down at the list of tour dates Jimmy had left lying around on his desk.
“Pretty much,” Jimmy replied. “Why, are you thinking of booking some tickets?”
“Very funny. By the look of it, I’ll have to if I want to see you at all in the next six months.”
Jimmy frowned. “You knew it was going to be another big one. I told you I wanted to keep the momentum going.”
“Yeah, and I said I was hoping it wasn’t going to be as stupidly workaholic as your last tour, and you laughed and said ‘no’. What happened between then and now?” Sean asked exasperatedly.
“Nothing happened…” Jimmy trailed off.
“Because you didn’t really listen in the first place.” Sean shook his head and moved away from the desk. There was an awkward silence, in which he wandered across the room and looked out of the window.
Jimmy tried to see the reflection of his expression in the glass, but the light was at the wrong angle and he couldn’t tell if the anger underlying Sean’s face had settled on his face or passed.
“Sean,” he ventured, “I’m sorry. I did take on board what you said about the hours and the travelling, and how much of a disruption it is to… real life, but I want those hours on stage, and I can’t do them without all the logistical stuff that comes with it.”
“Right, ‘there’s no substitute for stage-time’. I do know how it feels, Jimmy. I do this job, too! I know you get a kick off it and I know it keeps you sharp – at the top of your game, or however you want to put it.” Sean turned around to look at Jimmy, his face serious. “But it also keeps us apart, and I’ve got to wonder whether maybe that’s the fucking point.”
“What?” Jimmy exclaimed. “No way, Sean. I do not go on tour to get away from you.”
“You’ve just as near as damn it stood there and said you want every single one of those hours on the stage more than you want them with me, though, haven’t you?” Sean pointed out. “You’ll go the extra mile for your fans, or for yourself. That list is all about you and them, and I’m nowhere in it, am I Jimmy?”
Jimmy crossed swiftly over to the window, intending just to take hold of Sean’s arm, but somehow when he got there he ended up grabbing him around the shoulders and pulling him down into a fierce kiss.
Sean was taken by surprise, and caught in two minds about whether to kiss back or not, but Jimmy’s lips were hot and insistent against his, and he found himself responding anyway, bringing his own arms up to complete the embrace. They were both breathless when they finally broke the kiss, and they stared at each other for a moment before Jimmy spoke again.
“Sean, every second of that was just as important to me as those hours on stage… even more. So don’t you dare think that isn’t the case.” Then he let his hands start stroking over Sean’s back, his fingers lightly tracing the curves of his torso through his shirt. “Don’t ever think that being with you isn’t the most important thing to me,” he added, before bringing his fingers around to toy with Sean’s belt buckle. “Okay?”
Sean didn’t answer, but he did step back, giving Jimmy more room to move his hands between them, to open up his belt. Jimmy looked down to see what he was doing, and Sean’s gaze drifted over his shoulder and began to fix on the furniture around them. He realised that, in a moment, they’d be having sex up against the chair, or on it, or maybe even over that list on the desk, and the beginning of their discussion would inevitably be forgotten, smoothed over with Jimmy’s words, and his hands.
Did he believe the assurances that the sex was supposed to cement? Sean’s hips shifted involuntarily as Jimmy got past the barrier of his fly and reached for his erection.
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dancing_serpent
Jimmy/Sean
Date: 2008-08-27 11:05 pm (UTC)“Pretty much,” Jimmy replied. “Why, are you thinking of booking some tickets?”
“Very funny. By the look of it, I’ll have to if I want to see you at all in the next six months.”
Jimmy frowned. “You knew it was going to be another big one. I told you I wanted to keep the momentum going.”
“Yeah, and I said I was hoping it wasn’t going to be as stupidly workaholic as your last tour, and you laughed and said ‘no’. What happened between then and now?” Sean asked exasperatedly.
“Nothing happened…” Jimmy trailed off.
“Because you didn’t really listen in the first place.” Sean shook his head and moved away from the desk. There was an awkward silence, in which he wandered across the room and looked out of the window.
Jimmy tried to see the reflection of his expression in the glass, but the light was at the wrong angle and he couldn’t tell if the anger underlying Sean’s face had settled on his face or passed.
“Sean,” he ventured, “I’m sorry. I did take on board what you said about the hours and the travelling, and how much of a disruption it is to… real life, but I want those hours on stage, and I can’t do them without all the logistical stuff that comes with it.”
“Right, ‘there’s no substitute for stage-time’. I do know how it feels, Jimmy. I do this job, too! I know you get a kick off it and I know it keeps you sharp – at the top of your game, or however you want to put it.” Sean turned around to look at Jimmy, his face serious. “But it also keeps us apart, and I’ve got to wonder whether maybe that’s the fucking point.”
“What?” Jimmy exclaimed. “No way, Sean. I do not go on tour to get away from you.”
“You’ve just as near as damn it stood there and said you want every single one of those hours on the stage more than you want them with me, though, haven’t you?” Sean pointed out. “You’ll go the extra mile for your fans, or for yourself. That list is all about you and them, and I’m nowhere in it, am I Jimmy?”
Jimmy crossed swiftly over to the window, intending just to take hold of Sean’s arm, but somehow when he got there he ended up grabbing him around the shoulders and pulling him down into a fierce kiss.
Sean was taken by surprise, and caught in two minds about whether to kiss back or not, but Jimmy’s lips were hot and insistent against his, and he found himself responding anyway, bringing his own arms up to complete the embrace. They were both breathless when they finally broke the kiss, and they stared at each other for a moment before Jimmy spoke again.
“Sean, every second of that was just as important to me as those hours on stage… even more. So don’t you dare think that isn’t the case.” Then he let his hands start stroking over Sean’s back, his fingers lightly tracing the curves of his torso through his shirt. “Don’t ever think that being with you isn’t the most important thing to me,” he added, before bringing his fingers around to toy with Sean’s belt buckle. “Okay?”
Sean didn’t answer, but he did step back, giving Jimmy more room to move his hands between them, to open up his belt. Jimmy looked down to see what he was doing, and Sean’s gaze drifted over his shoulder and began to fix on the furniture around them. He realised that, in a moment, they’d be having sex up against the chair, or on it, or maybe even over that list on the desk, and the beginning of their discussion would inevitably be forgotten, smoothed over with Jimmy’s words, and his hands.
Did he believe the assurances that the sex was supposed to cement? Sean’s hips shifted involuntarily as Jimmy got past the barrier of his fly and reached for his erection.
Maybe, he thought. Maybe not.