Children of the Revolution (Seb/Casual) DONE

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James had always been flexible with his sexuality and had never really concerned himself with defining it. It defined itself a few nights ago in a bar. A beautiful woman had been flirting with him shamelessly all evening and James played along without feeling anything. Then she excused herself to the restroom and the bartender came over to talk to him, keep him company, and James felt it. That spark that hadn't been there with the woman. And so, James's sexuality defined itself as 'homosexual'. James wasn't particularly surprised about that, he had always strongly suspected but never was certain.

To celebrate his new found and accepted identity, James decided to treat himself with a trip to the library for the first time in years. James usually kept to his private library but even he did not have all the interesting books stored away. The majority of James's books at home were classics, none of them particularly exciting. Craving H.G. Wells, James ventured into the science fiction shelves. There was one other person in the entire, a young man. James hoped that he could just walk past him but as he moved closer, he realized that the young man was, in fact, blocking the H.G. Wells books.

"Excuse me, can I get to The Invisible Man?" James asked, as polite as would be expected.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

For some reason, Sebastian had just devoured the Time Machine when he'd picked it up a week earlier. It had been the same day he'd met Dahlia, and while he was still skeptical of their new-found friendship, he couldn't keep his mind off of Wells' writing. The way he combined the mystery and wonder of modern science, fabulous fantasy, and the questioning of human developement. It mirrored his own thoughts on society, and he wondered why he'd never read him before.

He eagerly reached for another one of his books, The Invisible Man. He hoped it would be just as good as the Time Machine. He plucked it out of its place and ran his fingers over the cover. He licked his lips in anticipation, and stood up. The shelf was on the bottom, and he had to kneel to get to it.

Unfortunately, someone behind him clearly had the same intentions as he. He heard a distincly male voice with an English accent asking for the very book he held in his hands. He spun around in surprise, and clutched the book to his chest. "Oh, I... Ah... Um." He stumbled over his words, and averted his eyes from the taller man's stark gaze. He clearly must have seen the title he was holding, but he didn't want to give it up so easily.

"You mean this one?" he nodded to the book meekly.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James smirked at the young man's reaction to him. So nervous. Too bad really, the man was rather attractive in the 'boy next door' sort of way. What a way to celebrate his new found sexuality. James looked the man over slowly, making it quite obvious that James was, as popular media now called it, "checking him out". Maybe the man was a bit on the young side but James wasn't one to care. Attraction didn't limit itself to a certain age, gender, or type. It didn't even limit itself to one's social ring. This man obviously wasn't a criminal sort and James should have stopped right there. A big time criminal should not fraternize with non-criminals, it would be too dangerous for business.

But then again, looking never hurt anyone.


James's eyes slid down to the book in the man's grasp and nodded. "I do indeed," James reached down and grabbed the top of the book and in one smooth motion pried it from the man's hands. James flipped the book over to read the title and then opened to the first page. James looked up from the book still smirking. He wanted to see what the man would do next. If he fought back, brilliant. If not, James had the book he came for and could go home happy.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian almost ran off with the book, but the man's gaze stopped him, and he let the novel slip out of his hands. When he saw the man's smirk however, he glared at him. Who did he think he was, stealing the book like that without asking?! Sebastian had it first, and was going to take it back!

Oh, he was thinking like a child who's plaything had been stolen from him. But he'd be damned if he was going to wait another two weeks or so before reading more Wells! He had to have that book! He stepped foward toward the man, and plucked it out of his hands. "I believe I had this first. You'll have to wait until I'm done with it." He raised an eyebrow to judge his reaction.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James let the man take the book back, chuckling. So he was going to fight. Wonderful, James hadn't had a good confrontation in a while. The man was so funny, the way he handled it. Fair didn't exist in the grown up world, it was dog eat dog and James was definitely an alpha male where that was concerned. "Or, you could be a far nicer human being than I and let an old man read his book," James pulled the book from the man's hands a bit more forcefully than before and tucked it under his arm.

"Do you recommend any other books while I'm here?" James asked wickedly. He wanted, needed to see what sort of man this boy was under assault (verbal mind you). It was James's test for any man, how he reacted to verbal jibes. If James was going to consider asking this man out, he had to know that he wasn't a push over. If James was going to consider sleeping with the man, he had to know that he was a submissive that didn't offer any resistance.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian scoffed at his words, rolling his eyes in anger. "Well, gee. I dunno." This man was getting on his nerve. What was his angle? Was he purposely making him furious to get a rise out of him?

Sebastian wasn't usually one to make a fuss, but he wanted that damned book! He plucked a random book off the shelf and held it out to the man in sarcasm. "How about The Grapes of Wrath? Hmm?" he flung the book over his shoulder and stormed over to the other side of the shelves, flinging another book off it and wagging it in the man's face. "Pride and Predudice? No?" Another book on the floor. "War and Peace? The Sound and the Fury? Crime and Punishment?!" A large pile of books began appearing on the floor. The shelf began to look empty. He bent down and picked a book from where he had found The Invisible Man.

"Oh! How about some more Wells?! War of the Worlds should suit your fancy splendidly!" He threw the book at the man's feet, and almost hit his knees. He glanced up in a fervor blindly, and his eyes landed on the perfect specimen to end his barrage of clever and literary insults. "Oh! YES! Yes PERFECT!" He banged on the wood of the shelf, mockingly laughing at himself. He grabbed the book with greedy paws and stumbled to his feet. "Yes, yes, I've got the perfect book for you!!!" He kept laughing in a disturbing manner. "You wanna know what it is?! Hmm?"

He threw the book at the man's chest. "Moby. Dick."

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James laughed at the man's tirade. He was a fighter! James caught the book that the man hurled at his chest. Moby Dick. While James appreciated the man's cleverness in using book titles to insult him, James discarded the book carelessly. He had read it before and found it dry and uninteresting. "I've read it," He said with a casual shrug but held out his hand. "I will take War of the Worlds though. Might as well since I'm already reading Wells," James wiggled his fingers, beckoning for the book.

"On second thought," James took a step closer to the young man, taking his book from under his book and waving it in front of the man tantalizingly. "I'll make a bargain with you. I'll give you this book," James shook the book a little. "On three conditions. First, you tell me your name. Second, you agree to go to get coffee with me. Third, you hand me War of the Worlds and The Time Machine. Do we have an accord?" James was used to being forward when it came to dealing with people but even he could admit that he was pushing it. James had just spent a fair bit of energy trying to piss the young man off and now he was offering coffee. Strange, yes, but James was used to getting his way. At the moment, that constituted taking the young man out and testing just how far that passion ran in his system.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian's vigor fell. His shoulders sagged, and his brows furrowed. Why had he become so violent. He lightly kicked the pile of books behind him on the floor, and averted his eyes from the taller man. He began to say something, then held it back, as clearly the older man had a way with words himself. He felt so silly and childish for going off like that, but he couldn't help it. Sometimes the anger and fury just built up inside him. Was it from the visions or from his own troubled past? He didn't know.

What he did know is that he loved coffee, and he did know that he was tired from dishelving books and flingy catchy insults at a man he didn't even know. And how he hated to sleep. Sleep brings visions, and he never wanted those around.

So maybe a cup of coffee would do him good. He knew the man had been checking him out earlier, but he wanted that book so much that he barely even noticed. He'd been checked out before-- mostly by women-- but not by a man who had basically insulted him. But he was giving him the book he so desperately craved.

He weighed the options in his head quietly, brows furrowed. Finally, he grinned with a slight shrug. "Oh, what the hell. As long as you get me out of here before a crazy librarian comes to scold me for making a mess with these books."

He held out his hand. "I'm probably going to regret this, but... I'm Sebastian. Professor Sebastian Timothy Martin at your service."

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James watched the man deflate, the emotions playing across his face. Someone's conscience had caught up to his actions. James pulled the book back and took the man's hand. Professor Sebastian Timothy Martin had rather smooth hands. Unable to help himself, James raised the hand to his mouth and pressed a chaste kiss to the knuckles. "Pleased to meet you Sebastian. Professor James Edwards," James dropped his hand and looked down at the mess around them. "You did foul up a bit, lad. But don't worry, we'll make a quick escape," James shot Sebastian a wink and started walking out of the isle. He had to check out the books in question, one of them to be held ransom until the coffee date was completed.

So the boy's name was Sebastian, a bit unusual to be sure. Thanks to Disney, James's mind turned to a crustacean almost immediately. That image was replaced quickly with Sebastian's expressive face. Too bad he couldn't hold onto the anger for longer, that would have been more interesting. "There's a cafe about three blocks away. We'll have to walk, but I assume that it won't be a problem,"

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian's blush became even more prominent when James' lips touched the skin of his hand. His skin prickled and tingled where they had been, and he took it back slowly. He rubbed the spot, but the feeling wouldn't go away, nor the butterflies in his stomach. "Professor too? What a coincidence..."

He had no choice but to follow him, if he wanted the book. And he was starting to want the coffee too, and not just to keep him awake. "Oh, I know the place. I go there often. Hehe, they even know me there." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I... I drink coffee a lot. Keeps you awake when you're grading papers, right?"

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James listened to Sebastian talk, mostly just to hear him. He didn't much care what the man said yet, at this point he was just interested in how he looked. Sebastian was an attractive young man, a tad on the short side though. James was a tall man and he was a good half a foot taller than Sebastian. Usually, that wouldn't bother him but James had a certain plan for Sebastian already that involved the bedroom. James hated having to bend over just to reach someone.

"I've never had a problem grading papers. I usually shove them off onto one of my aids," James shrugged as he walked. He hadn't graded a paper in nearly three years, and if he had to, it wouldn't take long at all. His genius IQ let him read faster than most men could fathom so grading went by swiftly. "And I don't usually drink coffee. One of my coworkers assures me that it's a safe, reliable location for a date. I wouldn't know otherwise, so, consider yourself an experiment,"

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

"Oh, well, I like grading papers. I like knowing how well I'm teaching my students. Makes me feel like I'm making a difference." He felt like James wasn't listening to him, but that was alright. Sebastian was behind him, and just vaguely glanced downwards at his bottom. He blushed, and looked upwards immediately.

When he heard he was experimenting, he laughed. "Hmm, that's alright. I know a lot about those. I teach chemistry." He peeked around James' arm to stare up at him. "What are you a professor of?" It would be a lovely coincidence if he taught science as well, but he doubted it.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

"I'm a professor of Criminal Law," For some reason James wasn't surprised the Sebastian taught chemisty. The odd job (in James's opinion) suited the young professor. Never one for science, though he did know it, James wasn't exactly fond of the science wing of the university. They didn't like him either, especially after he accused the forensic science teacher of educating his students on how to corrupt evidence rather than gather and analyze. "I hope you don't associate with that horrid forensic science teacher, Professor Smith I think his name is. The man's a moronic brute,"

James spotted the coffee shop and moved up to open the door. He held the door for Sebastian and entered after the young man. "Tell me what you'd like, I'll order for us and you can get a seat,"

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian chuckled. "Haha! Yeah, I know him. I don't think anyone really likes him, much less his students... Its a wonder I've never seen you around before." He smiled at him. "Though I don't usually hang around with the other teachers. They think I'm..." He rubbed the back of his head. "Odd."

He began to walk to the counter. "That's very kind of you, but you've never been in this a coffe shop have you?" It was fairly populated as of that moment. "Why don't you let me order? I am the more experienced of the two, no?"

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

"I'm not exactly a staff favorite either," The staff didn't like James. His eidetic memory made him a veritable expert in whatever topic he chose to read about. More than once James had corrected a professor teaching something wildly different than what James taught. As professors went, the majority were narcissistic bastards, James included.

"Why don't you let me order? I am the more experienced of the two, no?"

James held up his hands. "As you like, Professor Martin. I'll have a double espresso," When James did drink coffee, which wasn't very often, he ordered the strongest beverage he could. That left him with an espresso and like any decent drink, James always ordered a double. "There's a seat by the window, I'll go nab it then," James left Sebastian in line and slipped past a couple of college co-eds to sit at the open table. The girls flirtatiously asked James if they could join him to which James answered that they could, if they had penises. Offended, the girls moved away quickly leaving James to remove his jacket and stretch out.