Before, Jim had been sure that he knew what the most amazing feeling in the world was. He thought this twice, actually. The first was when he believed that running his fingers across the smooth keys on a keyboard was the best feeling in the world. Then, maybe a month ago, he changed his mind and decided that waking up beside his boyfriend was probably the best feeling there was to life.

But now.. He's changed his mind again. There's a new feeling that he loves even more than waking up beside Sherlock.

The best feeling in the world, in Jim's point of view, was waking up to feel strong arms wrapped around him and to feel his boyfriend's steady breathing as he sleeps and while all of this is happening Jim knows what they shared last night and that makes his heart squeeze in a nice way. That.. That's the best feeling ever.

He feels loved.

And yes, he meant to use the L word there.

Last night had been amazing. Sherlock was a very gentle lover and he had wiped all of Jim's insecurities away and made him feel beautiful and cherished. Once they had entered the bedroom, they had both been topless and were flushed with arousal. Sherlock had taken hold of Jim's lower back and lowered him onto the bed as if he were a delicate flower. They'd kissed and gradually removed all their clothing. They had taken more than enough time to ensure that Jim was ready and then Sherlock had been so slow and calm... It was so different to how Jim had been with others in the past. He had a feeling it wasn't so much sex as a phrase that contained that L word again and had 'made' in front of it.

Smiling to himself, Jim rolls over to look at the man that lay beside him - luckily the movement didn't make Sherlock's arms fall from around Jim's waist.

Sherlock's eyes were closed, moving slightly under his eyelids now and then, his long, dark eyelashes sat perfectly on his pale cheeks and created a perfect contrast.

Careful not to wake the other up, Jim leans forward and places a kiss on the sleeping man's nose. After, knowing if he stayed in bed he'd end up waking up Sherlock, Jim slowly slides out of Sherlock's arms and the bed.

Once he was on his feet, he pauses and looks over his shoulder to check that his boyfriend was still fast asleep. He was.

Allowing himself another smile, Jim crosses to his draws - wincing a little at the pain that shot up his spine from his backside which, thankfully, wasn't terrible and caused only a small almost-limp in Jim's gait. He pulls out a clean pair of boxer shorts and steps into the blue plaid fabric.

On his way out of the room, Jim grabs his glasses and pus them on. From there, his feet automatically start carrying him in the direction of the kettle and tea. He doesn't manage to get that far, though.

As he steps over the threshold into the kitchen, his feet cease all movement and all he can do is stare.

There, rooting through Jim's sweet/biscuits cupboard (yes, he has an cupboard purely dedicated to them, don't judge him), is Sebastian. Jim was just about to open his mouth and demand to know how the hell the man got into the flat and just how long had he been here when his jaw clamps shut at the sight of what Sebastian held in his left hand.

Jim's pretty sure that he's never moved so fast and that, if his aim was different, he could make his old PE teacher, Mr Clark, proud. In under two seconds, Jim has crossed the kitchen and plucked the packet of delicious Rich Tea biscuits from the unexpecting Sebastian's grip.

Flinching in fright at the idea of possibly being under attack, Sebastian whirls so he's facing his attacker. His shoulders, which had tensed up a considerable amount, relax when he realises that it's just Jim.

"I swear," Sebastian laughs, "you have some kind of sixth sense about when people raid your goodies cupboard."

Glaring at his friend, Jim bumps his hip with Sebastian's to get him to move before he puts the biscuits back in their rightful place. Jim feels fat just looking at all the stuff he had in there and he reckons he could give an over emotional girl going through a break up a run for her money in terms of sugar filled food.

"You always eat my favourite ones," Jim whines, pulling a small-ish pack of Oreo's from the front of the cupboard and tossing them to Sebastian. "Have those and never touch my Rich Tea's again. They are as precious as my laptop and I will skin you if I find so much as a crumb crosses your lips..."

Jim narrows his eyes and Sebastian raises his hands in defence, an action that was becoming increasingly commonly between the friends. It's hardly Jim's fault that Sebastian always did things that brought out Jim's violent side.

"Woah.. Okay!" Sebastian grins, obviously not taking Jim seriously. His smile grows as he watches Jim walk over to the kettle and he leans against the counter, leaning his chin on his hand as he watches Jim from the corner of his eye. "So..." He drawls, tone screaming that he was about to say something teasing "Going from your penguin walk, I'm going to guess that things went very well with Sherlock last night."

Jim glares again. "Shut up. It's not that bad."

"Kinda are. Was he good?"

Jim's cheeks are not fire, he's blushing that much.

"He was brilliant, the best. And it's not that obvious..." Jim huffs "You can just spot it miles away."

"Especially with you," Sebastian winks.

Jim smiles, but it felt a little odd now that he had Sherlock. Sebastian and him had always been this way - even before they had their friends-with-benefits stage. Still, knowing that he had a boyfriend, Jim couldn't shake the feeling that it just didn't feel right anymore.

"Can we stop discussing my sex life now?" Jim asks in an irritated voice.

"One more question?" pleads Sebastian.

"Fine. C'mon then, what?"

Grinning, Sebastian leans forward. His eyes were shining with mischief and Jim's stomach jumps in a nervous manner.

"Is he bigger than me?"

Jim blinks before he turns his back to Sebastian. "Right, moving on-"

"No!" Sebastian cries. "Tell me!"

Jim sighs "Will you leave me alone if I tell you?"

Sebastian nods and that just makes Jim sigh again.

"No, he's not. Now, moving on!" Jim glances at Sebastian as he fixes himself tea. "When are you off home?"

Sebastian gives a small cheer and jumps a tad, fist pumping into the air. Jim rolls his eyes as his friend calms down and looks at him, addressing his question.

"I planned to be down for a week but I doubt you want me hanging around now that you have Sherlock here most of the time" As he speaks, Sebastian's voice gradually gets quieter and weaker.

Frowning, Jim turns so he's focused solely on Sebastian. "You're my friend, Sebastian, and you have been since I was a whimpy little teenager. I'm not going to kick you out off my flat just because I have a boyfriend. Stay a week if you want to, I'm more than happy to have you here. Bros before hoes, right?"

They both crack smiles, giggling.

"Did you just call me a hoe?" Comes a teasing voice from the doorway.

Jim turns his head to see Sherlock stood in the doorway, dressed similarly to Jim, smirking at him. Feeling himself flush, Jim knows there's a rosy pink glow to his cheeks and Jim averts his eyes, mentally adding calling his boyfriend a hoe to his ever growing list of embarrassing moments that he never wants to happen ever again.

Of course, Sebastian starts to giggle again. He'd always found Jim's horrifyingly embarrassing times absolutely hilarious.

"Twat" Jim coughs, not so subtly, glaring at Sebastian for the third time this morning.

Sherlock walks over to him, smiling gently, and he wraps an arm around Jim's bare waist. Jim bites his lip and prays that neither of the others in the room noticed the shiver that ran through him. Cuddling against Sherlock in return, Jim fights his urge to run his hand across Sherlock's flat and toned stomach. Jim was both jealous of and in love with Sherlock's abdomen.

Silently, Jim hopes that Sherlock walking around in his boxers would be a regular thing. If Sebastian wasn't here, Jim would not be keeping his hands to himself so much.

Sherlock's smirk changes then and Jim has a feeling that he knew exactly was Jim was thinking about. Blushing again, Jim pries himself away from Sherlock and goes back to sorting his tea out.

As he leans on the counter side and sips the piping out brew, Sebastian approaches Sherlock. Their eyes lock and Jim suddenly can't find his voice to tell Sebastian to back off. He's frozen too, he can't move all he can do is stare.

Never had Jim wanted the conversation to return to how he called someone a hoe as much as he did now.

"If I ever find out you've made Jim cry like that again, I will not hesitate to adopt the role of big brother who wants to murder you in your sleep," Sebastian gives a bittersweet smile.

Much to Jim's surprise, Sherlock just nods. Jim's heart thumps, knowing that he wasn't accepting the words because he was scared of Sebastian. No, he was accepting the word because he didn't want to hurt Jim.

His boyfriend was kind of perfect at times, Jim realises.

Suddenly, Sebastian switches back to friendly and he grins at Jim. "I'm off to Molly's for the day, I'm taking her on a date."

Jim frowns at Sebastian. "Really?"

Didn't he say yesterday they were just friends?

Sherlock's eyebrows raise and Sebastian nods.

"Yes. I am.. and before you wonder, no, I don't plan on bedding her."

Jim chokes on his tea and has to put the cup down, eyes widening. He coughs, and Sherlock's hand rubs his back until he recovers, leaving his hand low of his back even after Jim had recovered.

"Y-you're serious about her?!" Jim realised how it sounded but he knew he didn't mean any disrespect towards Molly.

Sebastian nods, looking at Jim like he'd grown another head.

Jim shakes his head. "No, no, no. You don't get to look at me like that with your track record, mister! I've only ever known you to have one serious relationship before and it was your first relationship with that Abbey girl or whatever she was called." Jim had to bite off his personal nickname for that girl - 'the blonde tart'.

Sebastian just shrugs. Reaching to his side, Jim picks up the closest object he could throw - his glasses case - and he makes sure it bounces off his friend's head.

"Hurt her, and you'll be wishing that you choose to eat the Rich Tea biscuits instead," He warns.

Nodding, his face serious for a rare moment, Sebastian says "I promise not to."

"Right," Jim suddenly smiles. "Have fun then!"

Ten minutes later, Sebastian has left the flat to go pick Molly up for their date. Jim wasn't too sure what they'd be doing at midday but if he knew Sebastian, and he did, then it would no doubt be something wacky and weird and he knew that Molly would be rather fond of whatever unique activity Sebastian had planned for them.

All thoughts of his friends were quickly removed from his mind though as the moment the door closes, Sherlock pulls him in for a long kiss that had Jim both squeaking in surprise and groaning in appreciation.

When they pull away from one another, they're breathless and both have large smiles. Sherlock leans down so his forehead is against Jim and they're just standing there, cuddling. Jim giggles, indulging himself and running his fingers over those damn stomach muscles.

Something seems to cross Sherlock's mind then and he pulls back a little. "Wait. How did Sebastian get in?"

Jim blinks, turning to look at the door. "I have no idea."