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Today was a good day.

Casimir was carrying five heavy looking grocery bags filled with all the material needed to make a delicious batch of enchiladas, an uncharacteristic smile on his face. He wasn’t entirely sure what went right about today, but one thing was for sure; nothing went wrong. Normally traveling was such a pain. But today’s flight was absolutely perfect. On the journey back he had the brilliant idea of cooking for Stephen and partaking in a long overdue movie night. It had been a while since Cas gave Sharky the time of day. And what the hell-this had the potential to be fun!

Because today was a good day.

“I hope you’re hungry!” Casimir almost sang as he stepped through the door, into the house he’d been missing for a while now. “Because tonigh-” …wait. He stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing and face falling. No. Something was wrong. Something. Was very. Wrong.

There was a  small man next to Stephen and…

No.

No, please, you cruel non-existent entity that some refer to as God, NO!!!

Casimir dropped the grocery bags on the floor, irritation instantly snapping into his facial features. “God DAMMIT, Stephen!” He hissed, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?? You know what I told you about bringing home strays. Where do you get this-this delusion that you are some sort of savior?!! You’re not the only person living here and this-“

Cas’s irritation was getting the better of him and it rendered him momentarily speechless, he was so fucking upset. Perfect. That’s what today was suppose to be. PERFECT. And this IMBECILE had to go and ruin it.

“Honestly, I’m only dissapointed in myself.” Casimir finally expressed, stepping closer to the two of them with a look of stern disgust on his face. “How is it that I allowed myself to expect so much of you, Stephen? Oh wait-” He let out a bitterly sarcastic laugh, “I ask nothing. Only that you don’t do EXACTLY what you’re doing now-is that honestly so much? Because I will gladly find my own flat if it is!” His glare shifted to Rich as the venom in his voice reached its most acidic state.

“Who the hell are you?!”

ugh. nothing ever goes this easily without a hitch. Oh well~ it just makes the game more entertaining.

Rich stared at Casimir with wide, scared eyes, gripping at the end of his shirt nervously. ” I- I-” He stammered and swallowed hard, seemingly gathering all of what little courage he had. ” M-my name’s Richard Brook, It’s nice to meet you.” He squeaked, Jim always thought that a little tremble in the voice was a nice touch when playing innocent. 

Rich stepped forward, stopping just in front of Casimir and offering his hand in greeting. ” It’s nice t-to meet you. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know that someone else lived here…” he trailed off, turning his head to look at Stephen for a bit of help, or an explanation. ” I really didn’t meant to intrude…” he near whispered, looking like he was about to shrink away in fear an embarrassment.

“It’s just that i got into a bit of a rough situation and Stephen was nice enough to help me for a few days…” Rich tried to explain, though it mostly came out as nervous stammering. 

Stephen blanched at Casimir’s sudden arrival, and at his anger. Cas had always been a stubbornly bad-tempered guy, but the venom in his voice and Stephen’s own surprise at his return and embarrassment that he forgot to mention such a thing to Rich left him speechless for a moment.

The only response he could muster up in his shock was a feeble ”Cas. You’re back early.”

But that was by no means a proper response in this situation, so he took a breath, got a hold of himself, and stood up with his hands out in front of him, hoping to calm his brother down. He spoke with a firm, calming voice. “Now now, baby brother, that’s no way to act around a guest. And no way to address one either. Like Rich said, he was in a tough spot and I had to help him. And he’s not intruding.”

He shot a somewhat guilty, apologetic look at Rich. “I’m sorry, I should’ve mentioned I share this place with my little brother, I guess it sort of just slipped my mind.. But he was away on a work trip, and he wasn’t supposed to be back for at least a few more days…” He looked to Casimir expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

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failures, He’d organised everything he had to in order to have his way with the prison and the tower of london. It felt so good to have the world in the palm of his hand, literally, in the palm of his hand. He’d gotten the idea from watching far too much ‘bourne identity’ and ’ mission impossible’. A tiny little, all powerful, computer code. Of course, there wasn’t a -real- computer code, but no one had to know that.

He was snuggled up on the couch, watching ” red riding hood” as he waited for steph and the chili boiled. It took about 10 tries until he got it to actually taste good and have it actually be -edible-. 10 tries and  so many tears and curse words of frustration. He couldn’t even count the times he just wanted to make it a poison and feed it to the first person he saw just to make himself feel better because it’s purpose was to kill and not to be tasty.

“ow,” he breathed, looking at his wrist where he’d actually burned himself a bit on the stove. If steph asked, he’d blame it on an unfamiliar kitchen instead of lack of culinary skill.  

Stephen’s day at the bank had been a breeze. He’d walked in, gear in hand, introduced himself to his “supervisor” (a Mr. Cart), and set to work. He easily gained the man’s trust with his usual cheery attitude and some casual, lighthearted conversation while he worked. People normally tended to trust Steph pretty quickly. Apparently he just had a trustworthy face.

Of course, he never was the type of person to be untrustworthy, but seeing as he was part of a criminal business, complete honesty wasn’t exactly his thing either. But he didn’t linger on that thought. Either way, this job was really going to be all too easy.

At the end of the work-day, he brightly bid Cart a good evening and left, feeling pleased with himself, having made a good start to the technical, mechanical work as well. When he got home to his flat, he was all smiles. “I’m back!” He quickly hung up his coat, smiling wider at the smell of homemade chili already invading his senses and went in, finding Rich on the couch. “Hey there! How was your day? Didn’t get into any trouble, did ya?” He laughed. “That chili smells great, by the way.”

Rich sat up and smiled at steph, peeping out a tiny ” no,” at the questions regarding trouble and cutely moved to stand to give steph a tiny peck. It was almost like a husband coming home from a hard days work to his mousy, loving, little wife who’d worked hard  to make him a nice dinner and was more than happy to have him home again. 

“How was work?” He asked, walking to the kitchen to stir the chili and turn off the heat  since it had simmered long enough and went ahead with setting the table and serving dinner. 

“Great! It went really well.” He followed Rich into the kitchen, feeling light with happiness. Sure, Stephen was usually happy - it was basically his default mood - but it had been a while since he’d felt like this. This was a giddy sort of happiness. The type of happiness you experienced when it seemed like everything was going your way, like you’re on top of the world. He had to restrain himself from smiling like a lunatic. Or worse, bursting out in song. He chuckled in spite of himself.

He thanked Rich with a spectacular smile when he received his dinner and wasted little time in taking a bite, despite the fact it was still hot. What could he say? He was hungry! And, of course, the chili was amazing. He looked at Rich with wide eyes and a grin. “Mmmmm! Can I just hire you to cook for me?”

” If it counts as payment for having me here all this time.” Rich said sincerely, looking up from his food to steph. It was plain on his face that he wanted to really show steph how much he appreciated him and everything he’d been doing for him.

” I can make all sorts of things, and I get up earlier than you, so I’ll always have breakfast on the table for you!” he insisted, becoming excited like a puppy who trying really hard to impress master with his new potty training or rolling trick.

“Sure, if you’d like.” Stephen laughed, not having expected his words to be taken so seriously. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the idea of waking each morning to an adorable, energetic Rich and a nice, big breakfast. “That’d be great!”

He took a few more bites before pausing to smile at Rich, looking pleased. So that meant he was staying. He was happy to hear that. Of course, that meant he’d have little to wear besides Stephen’s over-sized clothes… Which he looked ridiculously cute in, but it probably wasn’t very comfortable, having to constantly worry about them sliding off. He looked at Rich again, a hopeful expression on his face. “Don’t suppose you’d want to go shopping with me this weekend?”

Rich looked at stephen and blushes a bit, toying with the end of the very long shirt. He looked down at his hands bashfully as he smiled. ” I’d love to, oh, we can stop by the bank! I can report my card stolen and get another one, or at least take out some cash to pay you back for everything! i know! I know! you don’t want me to, but I really feel like I should, at least for the food shopping I’ve done.” He said, his adorable little Irish twang giving his words a bit of a sing-song manner to them.

” I won’t take no as an answer you know! my mother would kill me if she knew I’ve been  living off you like this.” He added and smiled a bit, tilting his head and giving steph big brown puppy eyes. ” pleaaaaaaaase~” He said like a child asking their parent to buy them a new toy or candy. 

Stephen wanted to protest - he really did - and he opened his mouth to do so, but then he fell victim to Rich’s puppy dog eyes and the protest died on its way out. He’d wanted to say that there was no need, that Rich had used the food he bought to cook and that he was eating it. It was like buying his own food. But then he forgot what he was about to say and just about swallowed his tongue.

He spun his spoon around in his chili thoughtfully and sighed. “I suppose… But really, I don’t need anything.” He paused, humming uncomfortably. Then a small smile appeared on his face. “I like you. Think of this as me doing a favor for someone I like that needs help, eh?”

“You like me?” Rich asked softly before smiling and leaning over to gently embrace the other. ” I like you too!” he breathed happily as he held stephen for a few moments longer before moving away slowly, his hands sliding down Steph’s arms and resting there as he took a moment to look at him.

Jim really did like stephen, he was the kind of person that made everything go off without a hitch. An easy person, give them the promise of love and watch them dance.

Stephen had always been one to experience positive emotions a little too intensely. And hearing Rich say he liked him had him containing a gleeful laugh. So he just sat there grinning like an idiot instead. Of course, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, having someone say they like you; but Steph was high on happiness today and that together with the fact that Rich was, as always, being cute and contagiously energetic… well, Stephen was feeling higher than ever before.

“How could I not like you? Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you’re adorable, your cooking’s brilliant, and your company’s better.” He chuckled. “You’re amazing. Honestly, I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”

Rich blushed and gently touched at Steph’s cheek before getting up to wash some dished. ” You almost sound like you’d want to wife me.” He teased, ” I wouldn’t mind.” He added softly under his breath as he poured some soap into the mug he’d used earlier while drinking tea and watching telly.

Playing house wife was new to jim, and it certainly was the most annoying role he had ever had to play, but he knew it would be well worth it when Sherlock was scratching his head wondering what he’d created to become ‘king of the world’ with just a few simply apps on his cellphone. 

Stephen coughed, choking a bit on the water he’d been sipping when Rich said that. He was blushing, and though it was partly because of choking, it was mostly at being called out, even if it was just a tease. Steph hadn’t actually thought about it that long-term, but… it was true he had those feelings for him. He tried to get control of his coughing and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well…” He looked at Rich, smiling a little awkward smile, brows slightly furrowed. He chuckled at himself, making it no less awkward. Granted, this didn’t happen often with Steph, but he was usually smoother with these things. “I do fancy you.”

Rich heard steph choking and dropped the dishes back into the sink, going over to the other and patting his back. ” Steph!” He squeaked in panic.

Dear god, if you die because you choked on water, I’m going to bring you back and kill you all over again. 

Jim thought angrily, but when the water seemed to dislodge and steph could breath again he pushed down his anger  and gently pet Steph’s back. When the confession of attraction presented itself, just as Jim had calculated it would, He looked away bashfully and smiled from ear to ear. He just looked like a little boy on the playground who had their first crush reciprocate the feelings.

“I fancy you too,” He peeped shyly and giggled nervously. ” I’m sorry, I don’t often…” He began but trailed off at the end, too shy to really say much else. 

The awkwardness Steph had been feeling immediately vanished at Rich’s words and was replaced with that happy swelling in his chest again. He smiled affectionately at Rich’s shyness and reached out to guide his face back toward him, so he could look into his eyes. This close, something about Rich’s eyes gave him shivers - he assumed it was nerves, or something like “butterflies”.

Regardless, he chuckled lightly, removed his hand and shook his head. “Neither do I, honestly. But I’m glad we are.” He smiled up at him, still in his seat, and absentmindedly took Rich’s hand in his. “Really glad.”

Easy Peasy

Jim thought wickedly, but his angelic facade didn’t fade. Rich gently squeezed steph’s hand in return and smiled. “I…well…does this make us boyfriends?” Rich asked, saying the word ‘boyfriends’ softer than the rest, like a little kid in grade school uttering a naughty word. Rich just had this innocence to him, it was no wonder he was part of a children’s television programme.

Stephen chuckled at Rich’s approach to the word. “Yeah, I guess so… If you’d like to be.” He smiled again, and it was a wonder his cheeks didn’t hurt from all the grinning and smiling he’d been doing the past few hours. Everything was perfect in the world, it seemed, and Steph was smiling more than usual - which was saying something, as he was typically a ridiculously cheerful man anyway. So he smiled at Rich, soft and happy, clearly smitten.

It was almost amusing, the fact that he could lie so easily for a job, but be so transparent in his everyday life. An open book by character.

” I do,” Rich said shyly and slowly moved to come closer to stephen, snuggling into him, but in a hesitant way, as if he was testing the waters to see if stephen would allow such close contact.

” I’d really like to be your boyfriend,” he said again, with a tone of wonder and excitement. ” And i could make you lots of tasty foods, and keep house for you.” he chuckled, seeming quite happy with the idea of being stephen’s little trophy wife. 

“Great! ‘Cause I’d like to be yours.” Stephen responded happily, readily wrapping his big arms around the small man, cuddling back. Then he laughed and kissed the top of Rich’s head affectionately. “And you know I love the food ya make.” He chuckled a bit at his own words then.. Christ, he made it sound like they’d already been together for… well, longer than one and a half days.

Steph blanched at that. One and a half days. Not long at all. Not that he was complaining. Rich was obviously the type of person you get attached to easily, with a magnetic, glowing air. Stephen could see why he was a children’s story teller. Kids must love him. He chuckled at the thought.

Rich smiled, happy with being in steph’s arms. ” I have good news,” Rich said and looked at stephen, smiling brightly. ” I got a call back for this show I auditioned for not too long ago, I might get the job.” He said proudly, ” I’ll have to go tomorrow during the day for another round with the script. I’ll be playing the role of a doctor.” He said with a confident nod. Rich was too cute to be a daring doctor, but who knew how well of an actor he was, though, when you personally knew someone, it was hard to imagine them being anything other than them. 

“That’s great! Sounds like your luck is turning for the better, eh?” Stephen gave a broad smile. “Let me know how it goes - I’m sure you’ll be great, of course.” He chuckled, not doubting his words. He was, after all, the type of person that believes you can do anything if you’re confident enough.

“If you need help practicing, I’d be up for the job.” He grinned, excited for Rich. Obviously this wouldn’t stop the guys that were after him, but at least it was a step in the right direction. And it would be great for Rich if he got the role! Get back on his feet, back into acting! Steph was really, genuinely pleased for him.

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failures, He’d organised everything he had to in order to have his way with the prison and the tower of london. It felt so good to have the world in the palm of his hand, literally, in the palm of his hand. He’d gotten the idea from watching far too much ‘bourne identity’ and ’ mission impossible’. A tiny little, all powerful, computer code. Of course, there wasn’t a -real- computer code, but no one had to know that.

He was snuggled up on the couch, watching ” red riding hood” as he waited for steph and the chili boiled. It took about 10 tries until he got it to actually taste good and have it actually be -edible-. 10 tries and  so many tears and curse words of frustration. He couldn’t even count the times he just wanted to make it a poison and feed it to the first person he saw just to make himself feel better because it’s purpose was to kill and not to be tasty.

“ow,” he breathed, looking at his wrist where he’d actually burned himself a bit on the stove. If steph asked, he’d blame it on an unfamiliar kitchen instead of lack of culinary skill.  

Stephen’s day at the bank had been a breeze. He’d walked in, gear in hand, introduced himself to his “supervisor” (a Mr. Cart), and set to work. He easily gained the man’s trust with his usual cheery attitude and some casual, lighthearted conversation while he worked. People normally tended to trust Steph pretty quickly. Apparently he just had a trustworthy face.

Of course, he never was the type of person to be untrustworthy, but seeing as he was part of a criminal business, complete honesty wasn’t exactly his thing either. But he didn’t linger on that thought. Either way, this job was really going to be all too easy.

At the end of the work-day, he brightly bid Cart a good evening and left, feeling pleased with himself, having made a good start to the technical, mechanical work as well. When he got home to his flat, he was all smiles. “I’m back!” He quickly hung up his coat, smiling wider at the smell of homemade chili already invading his senses and went in, finding Rich on the couch. “Hey there! How was your day? Didn’t get into any trouble, did ya?” He laughed. “That chili smells great, by the way.”

Rich sat up and smiled at steph, peeping out a tiny ” no,” at the questions regarding trouble and cutely moved to stand to give steph a tiny peck. It was almost like a husband coming home from a hard days work to his mousy, loving, little wife who’d worked hard  to make him a nice dinner and was more than happy to have him home again. 

“How was work?” He asked, walking to the kitchen to stir the chili and turn off the heat  since it had simmered long enough and went ahead with setting the table and serving dinner. 

“Great! It went really well.” He followed Rich into the kitchen, feeling light with happiness. Sure, Stephen was usually happy - it was basically his default mood - but it had been a while since he’d felt like this. This was a giddy sort of happiness. The type of happiness you experienced when it seemed like everything was going your way, like you’re on top of the world. He had to restrain himself from smiling like a lunatic. Or worse, bursting out in song. He chuckled in spite of himself.

He thanked Rich with a spectacular smile when he received his dinner and wasted little time in taking a bite, despite the fact it was still hot. What could he say? He was hungry! And, of course, the chili was amazing. He looked at Rich with wide eyes and a grin. “Mmmmm! Can I just hire you to cook for me?”

” If it counts as payment for having me here all this time.” Rich said sincerely, looking up from his food to steph. It was plain on his face that he wanted to really show steph how much he appreciated him and everything he’d been doing for him.

” I can make all sorts of things, and I get up earlier than you, so I’ll always have breakfast on the table for you!” he insisted, becoming excited like a puppy who trying really hard to impress master with his new potty training or rolling trick.

“Sure, if you’d like.” Stephen laughed, not having expected his words to be taken so seriously. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the idea of waking each morning to an adorable, energetic Rich and a nice, big breakfast. “That’d be great!”

He took a few more bites before pausing to smile at Rich, looking pleased. So that meant he was staying. He was happy to hear that. Of course, that meant he’d have little to wear besides Stephen’s over-sized clothes… Which he looked ridiculously cute in, but it probably wasn’t very comfortable, having to constantly worry about them sliding off. He looked at Rich again, a hopeful expression on his face. “Don’t suppose you’d want to go shopping with me this weekend?”

Rich looked at stephen and blushes a bit, toying with the end of the very long shirt. He looked down at his hands bashfully as he smiled. ” I’d love to, oh, we can stop by the bank! I can report my card stolen and get another one, or at least take out some cash to pay you back for everything! i know! I know! you don’t want me to, but I really feel like I should, at least for the food shopping I’ve done.” He said, his adorable little Irish twang giving his words a bit of a sing-song manner to them.

” I won’t take no as an answer you know! my mother would kill me if she knew I’ve been  living off you like this.” He added and smiled a bit, tilting his head and giving steph big brown puppy eyes. ” pleaaaaaaaase~” He said like a child asking their parent to buy them a new toy or candy. 

Stephen wanted to protest - he really did - and he opened his mouth to do so, but then he fell victim to Rich’s puppy dog eyes and the protest died on its way out. He’d wanted to say that there was no need, that Rich had used the food he bought to cook and that he was eating it. It was like buying his own food. But then he forgot what he was about to say and just about swallowed his tongue.

He spun his spoon around in his chili thoughtfully and sighed. “I suppose… But really, I don’t need anything.” He paused, humming uncomfortably. Then a small smile appeared on his face. “I like you. Think of this as me doing a favor for someone I like that needs help, eh?”

“You like me?” Rich asked softly before smiling and leaning over to gently embrace the other. ” I like you too!” he breathed happily as he held stephen for a few moments longer before moving away slowly, his hands sliding down Steph’s arms and resting there as he took a moment to look at him.

Jim really did like stephen, he was the kind of person that made everything go off without a hitch. An easy person, give them the promise of love and watch them dance.

Stephen had always been one to experience positive emotions a little too intensely. And hearing Rich say he liked him had him containing a gleeful laugh. So he just sat there grinning like an idiot instead. Of course, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, having someone say they like you; but Steph was high on happiness today and that together with the fact that Rich was, as always, being cute and contagiously energetic… well, Stephen was feeling higher than ever before.

“How could I not like you? Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you’re adorable, your cooking’s brilliant, and your company’s better.” He chuckled. “You’re amazing. Honestly, I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”

Rich blushed and gently touched at Steph’s cheek before getting up to wash some dished. ” You almost sound like you’d want to wife me.” He teased, ” I wouldn’t mind.” He added softly under his breath as he poured some soap into the mug he’d used earlier while drinking tea and watching telly.

Playing house wife was new to jim, and it certainly was the most annoying role he had ever had to play, but he knew it would be well worth it when Sherlock was scratching his head wondering what he’d created to become ‘king of the world’ with just a few simply apps on his cellphone. 

Stephen coughed, choking a bit on the water he’d been sipping when Rich said that. He was blushing, and though it was partly because of choking, it was mostly at being called out, even if it was just a tease. Steph hadn’t actually thought about it that long-term, but… it was true he had those feelings for him. He tried to get control of his coughing and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well…” He looked at Rich, smiling a little awkward smile, brows slightly furrowed. He chuckled at himself, making it no less awkward. Granted, this didn’t happen often with Steph, but he was usually smoother with these things. “I do fancy you.”

Rich heard steph choking and dropped the dishes back into the sink, going over to the other and patting his back. ” Steph!” He squeaked in panic.

Dear god, if you die because you choked on water, I’m going to bring you back and kill you all over again. 

Jim thought angrily, but when the water seemed to dislodge and steph could breath again he pushed down his anger  and gently pet Steph’s back. When the confession of attraction presented itself, just as Jim had calculated it would, He looked away bashfully and smiled from ear to ear. He just looked like a little boy on the playground who had their first crush reciprocate the feelings.

“I fancy you too,” He peeped shyly and giggled nervously. ” I’m sorry, I don’t often…” He began but trailed off at the end, too shy to really say much else. 

The awkwardness Steph had been feeling immediately vanished at Rich’s words and was replaced with that happy swelling in his chest again. He smiled affectionately at Rich’s shyness and reached out to guide his face back toward him, so he could look into his eyes. This close, something about Rich’s eyes gave him shivers - he assumed it was nerves, or something like “butterflies”.

Regardless, he chuckled lightly, removed his hand and shook his head. “Neither do I, honestly. But I’m glad we are.” He smiled up at him, still in his seat, and absentmindedly took Rich’s hand in his. “Really glad.”

Easy Peasy

Jim thought wickedly, but his angelic facade didn’t fade. Rich gently squeezed steph’s hand in return and smiled. “I…well…does this make us boyfriends?” Rich asked, saying the word ‘boyfriends’ softer than the rest, like a little kid in grade school uttering a naughty word. Rich just had this innocence to him, it was no wonder he was part of a children’s television programme.

Stephen chuckled at Rich’s approach to the word. “Yeah, I guess so… If you’d like to be.” He smiled again, and it was a wonder his cheeks didn’t hurt from all the grinning and smiling he’d been doing the past few hours. Everything was perfect in the world, it seemed, and Steph was smiling more than usual - which was saying something, as he was typically a ridiculously cheerful man anyway. So he smiled at Rich, soft and happy, clearly smitten.

It was almost amusing, the fact that he could lie so easily for a job, but be so transparent in his everyday life. An open book by character.

” I do,” Rich said shyly and slowly moved to come closer to stephen, snuggling into him, but in a hesitant way, as if he was testing the waters to see if stephen would allow such close contact.

” I’d really like to be your boyfriend,” he said again, with a tone of wonder and excitement. ” And i could make you lots of tasty foods, and keep house for you.” he chuckled, seeming quite happy with the idea of being stephen’s little trophy wife. 

“Great! ‘Cause I’d like to be yours.” Stephen responded happily, readily wrapping his big arms around the small man, cuddling back. Then he laughed and kissed the top of Rich’s head affectionately. “And you know I love the food ya make.” He chuckled a bit at his own words then.. Christ, he made it sound like they’d already been together for… well, longer than one and a half days.

Steph blanched at that. One and a half days. Not long at all. Not that he was complaining. Rich was obviously the type of person you get attached to easily, with a magnetic, glowing air. Stephen could see why he was a children’s story teller. Kids must love him. He chuckled at the thought.

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failures, He’d organised everything he had to in order to have his way with the prison and the tower of london. It felt so good to have the world in the palm of his hand, literally, in the palm of his hand. He’d gotten the idea from watching far too much ‘bourne identity’ and ’ mission impossible’. A tiny little, all powerful, computer code. Of course, there wasn’t a -real- computer code, but no one had to know that.

He was snuggled up on the couch, watching ” red riding hood” as he waited for steph and the chili boiled. It took about 10 tries until he got it to actually taste good and have it actually be -edible-. 10 tries and  so many tears and curse words of frustration. He couldn’t even count the times he just wanted to make it a poison and feed it to the first person he saw just to make himself feel better because it’s purpose was to kill and not to be tasty.

“ow,” he breathed, looking at his wrist where he’d actually burned himself a bit on the stove. If steph asked, he’d blame it on an unfamiliar kitchen instead of lack of culinary skill.  

Stephen’s day at the bank had been a breeze. He’d walked in, gear in hand, introduced himself to his “supervisor” (a Mr. Cart), and set to work. He easily gained the man’s trust with his usual cheery attitude and some casual, lighthearted conversation while he worked. People normally tended to trust Steph pretty quickly. Apparently he just had a trustworthy face.

Of course, he never was the type of person to be untrustworthy, but seeing as he was part of a criminal business, complete honesty wasn’t exactly his thing either. But he didn’t linger on that thought. Either way, this job was really going to be all too easy.

At the end of the work-day, he brightly bid Cart a good evening and left, feeling pleased with himself, having made a good start to the technical, mechanical work as well. When he got home to his flat, he was all smiles. “I’m back!” He quickly hung up his coat, smiling wider at the smell of homemade chili already invading his senses and went in, finding Rich on the couch. “Hey there! How was your day? Didn’t get into any trouble, did ya?” He laughed. “That chili smells great, by the way.”

Rich sat up and smiled at steph, peeping out a tiny ” no,” at the questions regarding trouble and cutely moved to stand to give steph a tiny peck. It was almost like a husband coming home from a hard days work to his mousy, loving, little wife who’d worked hard  to make him a nice dinner and was more than happy to have him home again. 

“How was work?” He asked, walking to the kitchen to stir the chili and turn off the heat  since it had simmered long enough and went ahead with setting the table and serving dinner. 

“Great! It went really well.” He followed Rich into the kitchen, feeling light with happiness. Sure, Stephen was usually happy - it was basically his default mood - but it had been a while since he’d felt like this. This was a giddy sort of happiness. The type of happiness you experienced when it seemed like everything was going your way, like you’re on top of the world. He had to restrain himself from smiling like a lunatic. Or worse, bursting out in song. He chuckled in spite of himself.

He thanked Rich with a spectacular smile when he received his dinner and wasted little time in taking a bite, despite the fact it was still hot. What could he say? He was hungry! And, of course, the chili was amazing. He looked at Rich with wide eyes and a grin. “Mmmmm! Can I just hire you to cook for me?”

” If it counts as payment for having me here all this time.” Rich said sincerely, looking up from his food to steph. It was plain on his face that he wanted to really show steph how much he appreciated him and everything he’d been doing for him.

” I can make all sorts of things, and I get up earlier than you, so I’ll always have breakfast on the table for you!” he insisted, becoming excited like a puppy who trying really hard to impress master with his new potty training or rolling trick.

“Sure, if you’d like.” Stephen laughed, not having expected his words to be taken so seriously. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the idea of waking each morning to an adorable, energetic Rich and a nice, big breakfast. “That’d be great!”

He took a few more bites before pausing to smile at Rich, looking pleased. So that meant he was staying. He was happy to hear that. Of course, that meant he’d have little to wear besides Stephen’s over-sized clothes… Which he looked ridiculously cute in, but it probably wasn’t very comfortable, having to constantly worry about them sliding off. He looked at Rich again, a hopeful expression on his face. “Don’t suppose you’d want to go shopping with me this weekend?”

Rich looked at stephen and blushes a bit, toying with the end of the very long shirt. He looked down at his hands bashfully as he smiled. ” I’d love to, oh, we can stop by the bank! I can report my card stolen and get another one, or at least take out some cash to pay you back for everything! i know! I know! you don’t want me to, but I really feel like I should, at least for the food shopping I’ve done.” He said, his adorable little Irish twang giving his words a bit of a sing-song manner to them.

” I won’t take no as an answer you know! my mother would kill me if she knew I’ve been  living off you like this.” He added and smiled a bit, tilting his head and giving steph big brown puppy eyes. ” pleaaaaaaaase~” He said like a child asking their parent to buy them a new toy or candy. 

Stephen wanted to protest - he really did - and he opened his mouth to do so, but then he fell victim to Rich’s puppy dog eyes and the protest died on its way out. He’d wanted to say that there was no need, that Rich had used the food he bought to cook and that he was eating it. It was like buying his own food. But then he forgot what he was about to say and just about swallowed his tongue.

He spun his spoon around in his chili thoughtfully and sighed. “I suppose… But really, I don’t need anything.” He paused, humming uncomfortably. Then a small smile appeared on his face. “I like you. Think of this as me doing a favor for someone I like that needs help, eh?”

“You like me?” Rich asked softly before smiling and leaning over to gently embrace the other. ” I like you too!” he breathed happily as he held stephen for a few moments longer before moving away slowly, his hands sliding down Steph’s arms and resting there as he took a moment to look at him.

Jim really did like stephen, he was the kind of person that made everything go off without a hitch. An easy person, give them the promise of love and watch them dance.

Stephen had always been one to experience positive emotions a little too intensely. And hearing Rich say he liked him had him containing a gleeful laugh. So he just sat there grinning like an idiot instead. Of course, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, having someone say they like you; but Steph was high on happiness today and that together with the fact that Rich was, as always, being cute and contagiously energetic… well, Stephen was feeling higher than ever before.

“How could I not like you? Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you’re adorable, your cooking’s brilliant, and your company’s better.” He chuckled. “You’re amazing. Honestly, I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”

Rich blushed and gently touched at Steph’s cheek before getting up to wash some dished. ” You almost sound like you’d want to wife me.” He teased, ” I wouldn’t mind.” He added softly under his breath as he poured some soap into the mug he’d used earlier while drinking tea and watching telly.

Playing house wife was new to jim, and it certainly was the most annoying role he had ever had to play, but he knew it would be well worth it when Sherlock was scratching his head wondering what he’d created to become ‘king of the world’ with just a few simply apps on his cellphone. 

Stephen coughed, choking a bit on the water he’d been sipping when Rich said that. He was blushing, and though it was partly because of choking, it was mostly at being called out, even if it was just a tease. Steph hadn’t actually thought about it that long-term, but… it was true he had those feelings for him. He tried to get control of his coughing and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well…” He looked at Rich, smiling a little awkward smile, brows slightly furrowed. He chuckled at himself, making it no less awkward. Granted, this didn’t happen often with Steph, but he was usually smoother with these things. “I do fancy you.”

Rich heard steph choking and dropped the dishes back into the sink, going over to the other and patting his back. ” Steph!” He squeaked in panic.

Dear god, if you die because you choked on water, I’m going to bring you back and kill you all over again. 

Jim thought angrily, but when the water seemed to dislodge and steph could breath again he pushed down his anger  and gently pet Steph’s back. When the confession of attraction presented itself, just as Jim had calculated it would, He looked away bashfully and smiled from ear to ear. He just looked like a little boy on the playground who had their first crush reciprocate the feelings.

“I fancy you too,” He peeped shyly and giggled nervously. ” I’m sorry, I don’t often…” He began but trailed off at the end, too shy to really say much else. 

The awkwardness Steph had been feeling immediately vanished at Rich’s words and was replaced with that happy swelling in his chest again. He smiled affectionately at Rich’s shyness and reached out to guide his face back toward him, so he could look into his eyes. This close, something about Rich’s eyes gave him shivers - he assumed it was nerves, or something like “butterflies”.

Regardless, he chuckled lightly, removed his hand and shook his head. “Neither do I, honestly. But I’m glad we are.” He smiled up at him, still in his seat, and absentmindedly took Rich’s hand in his. “Really glad.”

Easy Peasy

Jim thought wickedly, but his angelic facade didn’t fade. Rich gently squeezed steph’s hand in return and smiled. “I…well…does this make us boyfriends?” Rich asked, saying the word ‘boyfriends’ softer than the rest, like a little kid in grade school uttering a naughty word. Rich just had this innocence to him, it was no wonder he was part of a children’s television programme.

Stephen chuckled at Rich’s approach to the word. “Yeah, I guess so… If you’d like to be.” He smiled again, and it was a wonder his cheeks didn’t hurt from all the grinning and smiling he’d been doing the past few hours. Everything was perfect in the world, it seemed, and Steph was smiling more than usual - which was saying something, as he was typically a ridiculously cheerful man anyway. So he smiled at Rich, soft and happy, clearly smitten.

It was almost amusing, the fact that he could lie so easily for a job, but be so transparent in his everyday life. An open book by character.

Cassy! My little brother!

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