First Times»28 Days Later»Jim/West»R»au100
Title: First Times
Fandom: 28 Days Later
Characters: Jim and West
Prompt: .004 First
Word Count: 356
Rating: R, for implied only semi-consensual sex.
Summary: First times are never mind blowing, Jim.
Author's Notes: The plot is the same from the movie, up until when Jim and Farrell are placed in the room together. From there, it's totally AU. I plan on making all 100 of these 100 parts of one series. This is part II.

My table can be found here.
Previous parts: I.



"First times are never mind blowing, Jim." West says, petting Jim's sweaty back. The muscles twitch under West's hand.

Jim doesn't answer. Just gags, throws up on the floor. He slides himself a little over to the side, not bothering to hide the wince that crosses his face as he moves. Hands tied behind him, moving is difficult. West had to put the gun down to fuck him.

Jim rests his cheek against the cement floor, closing his eyes. He hears West moving around. Jim hears a zipper, realizes West is getting dressed. Then the other man's hands are on him again, touching his arms. Jim flinches away. West sighs, places his hand flat against Jim's back.

"Stay still." He warns a moment before West uses his knife to cut the ropes around Jim's wrists. Jim's arms flop down to the side, dead from lack of circulation.

"Up." West commands, pulling Jim to his feet. His pants are shoved into his hands.

Jim nearly falls over, stepping into his pants. West steadies him. It takes him a few moments to button his pants, with the way his hands are trembling. The trembling gets worse as West trances a bruise along Jim's ribs.

"None of them will touch you again." West promises, and Jim pretends there's not a possessive note to the Major's voice.

West regards him for a long moment, making Jim's skin crawl from the intensity of the look. West nods as if in answer to some unasked question.

"Come. I have a room for you upstairs." West tells him, looking around the room. "One with a bed."

And no blood on the floor, Jim thinks, noticing the way West doesn't look at the blood stain left from Farrell. Instead of saying that, he just nods.

West smiles at him. The smile of a man that's just fucked someone. The smile of a man that knows he'll continue to get his way.

"You did good. You made the right choice, Jim." West says, as he takes Jim by the arm, leading him out of the room.

Jim, walking stiffly beside West, wonders if he has.