Jim kept the flat freezing cold in the winter.
Obviously it wasn’t a money thing. It also wasn’t in the interest of preserving bodies, though sometimes Sebastian wondered. Jim even kept the window open in the bedroom when they slept.
And he got angry when Sebastian got sick.
Sebastian tried closing the window (Jim reopened it). He tried turning the heat up (Jim turned it back down). He tried hiding Jim’s hoodies so he’d get cold and miserable too. Jim didn’t seem to get cold though. Sebastian thought of him as being cold-blooded. And not just in the obvious sense.
Finally, he remembered his gran’s house as a child. It was drafty and poorly built, and despite her wealth she wouldn’t let anyone do construction on it. She just sat by her wood stove and piled down blankets on all the beds in the winter.
That night found Jim and Sebastian in bed early, curled around each other, the super king sized down blanket Sebastian bought for their double bed wrapped clumsily around them. The blanket took over the space, fluffy and pure white, thick with soft feathers. There was such an absurd excess of blanket that they practically swam in it.
Sebastian pulled the blanket over their heads, Jim’s skin finally warming under his thin shirt. Sebastian’s hands found Jim’s waist, tickling him just enough to make him squirm, while nosing the deep V of Jim’s shirt to the side to attach his lips to Jim’s collar bone.
Jim bent down to nip at Sebastian’s ear, his feet pressing cold into Sebastian’s legs. Sebastian shivered and pulled Jim close to him, the proximity to a warm body making Jim relax for the first time all day. Sebastian heard Jim sigh and he smiled. Jim was bad at asking for affection.
“Is this your goal then?” Sebastian asked as one of Jim’s arms snaked around his waist. “Get me cold enough to hole up under a blanket with you? Have an excuse for an early bedtime?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jim said, placing a kiss on Sebastian’s chest.
Prompt from taggianto <3