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Lazily, Jim turned his head to check the time. Three o'clock. He smiled and let his hand run lightly up Blair's bare back, smiled wider as he decided it might be fun to try to see if Blair could say *Blair's bare back* three times, real fast. It had been three days since Blair had almost fallen, three days of discovery, of learning, of loving. And now, Sunday afternoon, and Jim was content to lie here, holding the man in his arms, Blair's head cushioned against his stomach. A rare treat. To just hold. Carolyn had not been a snuggler or a holder and certainly not a *holdee*, nor had too many of his other relationships over the years. And damn, he *liked* holding. Even more than being held. Of course, had anyone ever fit so well as Blair? He was pretty sure not. No *body* had ever made his arms feel so good, either. Just this body. And damn, it was a perfect body. He grinned again, knowing damn well that Blair would snort at that, that Blair didn't have a perfect body, that Blair knew he didn't have a perfect body, but it was to Jim. Perfect. Especially his ass. A most fine butt, Jim thought, as he regarded it now. Oh, yeah, he sighed, very fine. He thought back over Thursday, the close call at the head of the stairs, the moment when Jim's fears crystallized, when all the close calls and the one hit coalesced into that one moment on the stairs....and he thought back several weeks......to the moment he thought Blair loved him, to the hospital after the press conference when he decided he'd been wrong, to every moment since then, moments of wanting him, needing him, folding that need up and tucking it away, something he could do so well......and then Thursday night.....all of it popping up out of him like some kid's jack-in-the-box...... .....jeesus but he'd been surprised by the depth of Blair's love, and once Blair had unleashed it, covered Jim with it, worked it through him, and it was like, okay, not real romantic here, but damn, it was like Ben-Gay, like a moment when you hurt, after the best work out, but you know you over did it, and you grab the greaseless, odorless kind and you rub it in and the heat feels like nothing else, and you smile in relief....so did that make Blair his Ben-Gay? Hell, why not. Jim bent his head and whispered, "my little tube of ben-gay......" The head moved, the hair slid across Jim's belly, breath huffed against him as lips moved slightly and Blair said, "*blair* gay, no ben here and should i be offended?" A small laugh rumbled through Jim's stomach as he managed to say, "no, no ben just you...." "well," the words continued as Blair's hand stroked Jim's thigh, "i can think of better tubes of stuff then ben-gay. better uses too." "um, me too." "And Ben-Gay came up, why?" Blair inched up Jim's chest, kind of rolled over and wedged himself between Jim's arm and his chest, then tilted his head up to see Jim's face. "I was being very romantic." "Yes, I can see where Ben-Gay might be construed as romantic.....Not." "I was comparing you - to a tube." Blair pulled Jim's arm over his head, sat back and regarded Jim skeptically. "You were comparing me to a tube of Ben-Gay? And this was romantic?" Blair shook his head in wonder, his fingers scratching at his temple. "I've been compared to a great many things, but never Ben-Gay. Care to explain, or don't I want to know?" Jim reached for him, but Blair jerked back playfully, waving his finger back and forth as he said, "Oh, no you don't, not until I find out how a tube of analgesic pain reliever can be romantically compared to me." Jim huffed and frowned but said grudgingly, "I was thinking about how great it felt to hold you, how most of my relationships weren't into holding and I am, and how much you loved me and that being loved by you was like the warmth you feel when you really *need* Ben-Gay and you put it on and it feels so good. So right. And you're - fixed." Blair was completely taken aback because that *was* romantic, in fact, it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said about him. Jim watched Blair's face, saw the amazement first, then the wonder at his words, and finally the pleasure. He reached and this time, Blair moved in, a wicked grin on his face. "Oh, man," he said, as he got comfortable again, "I'm going to have so much fun with you. A closet romantic. Who knew?" "So being compared to a white cream is a good thing?" Blair just sniggered at that and slid an arm around Jim's waist. "You know, Chief, I've been thinking of a new bumper sticker, for the truck." Blair waited patiently. "It says, *Have you hugged your Blair today?*" Jim could feel the smile against his skin and grinned in return. "You like?" "I like. You romantic devil, you." For several minutes, they were both silent, just feeling the warmth and softness of the bed, the lazy afternoon and each other. But Jim had to ask, finally had to ask. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I did. Many times. But I'm realizing now that I never told you in a way that Jim Ellison could grasp." "Should I be insulted by that remark?" "Not if you don't resemble it." "God, I hate it when you do that. How would Jim Ellison need to hear it?" Blair got up, straddled Jim, hands planted on either side of Jim's hips, leaned in until he was nose to nose with the older man and said, "I love you, I love you, I love you, forever, forever, forever, you asshole." Jim's arms came up and captured Blair as he laughed and said, "Yep, that would have worked." "And you weren't exactly falling all over yourself to tell me how you felt, you know." "I know, and I'm sorry." "Let me guess, you repressed it." "Um.....you know what I'm wondering?" Then to Blair's energetic shaking, he added, "I'm wondering if Blair Sandburg is ticklish." Jim found out just how fast one, Blair Sandburg, could move when threatened with itchy Sentinel fingers. Blair was up and gone in a flash, footsteps thundering down to the livingroom, Jim fast on his heels. As Blair hit the wood floor, the sunlight hit him and Jim froze half way down. "Blair?" The man in question stopped as he rounded the corner of the sofa, still laughing, but the laughter dying at the tone of Jim's voice. "What?" "How much weight have you lost?" "Geezus, Jim, you scared me. I thought it was something serious from your tone." Jim took that last few steps and asked again, "How much weight have you lost?" "A few pounds, it's no big deal." Blair's words did nothing to assuage Jim's concern and he took in every inch of the man in front of him. His gaze must have finally bothered Blair, because with an exasperated sigh, he grabbed up the afghan and swung it around his shoulders, gripping it tightly in front of him. "I *knew* you hadn't been eating, I *knew* it. Why, Blair, why?" Blair smiled gently as he said, "It's just me, Jim. It happens sometimes. You should remember how I was after Maya." Jim covered the final bit of distance between them as he answered, "You didn't eat for two days, Blair, two days. You didn't lose any weight." "That was more guilt than love, that's all." Jim got it. Finally got it, all of it. "....all this time....you tell me, i don't hear you, and all this time you've been...." "loving you." Blair's eyes were shining with it, it poured out from him, eager to envelope Jim. How long had it been there? How long had Blair believed..... "jesus, blair." "....no, blair-gay." Tears filled Jim's eyes as he gazed on that face, upturned, wonder evident in every line. "you're beautiful, you know. i love you." "I love you too, in case you're interested." "I'm interested. Very interested. Care to let me live up to my new bumper sticker?" Blair moved into his arms and they stayed like that, holding, safe, melding.
The kitchen table was littered with the remains of the feast Jim had prepared/bought for Blair. They'd eaten, stuffed themselves, sitting together, naked, uncaring, feeding each other bits of fresh baked bread, hunks of cheese, pieces of fruit like pears, apple chunks, melon, kiwi's and the like and basically grinning like fools. They both looked a mess, as neither one was exactly delicate when it came to jamming bread hunks down each others throats, or smearing fruit over lips, cheeks and chins. "Care to waddle with me to the bathroom and take a nice hot shower?" "Lead the way, Oh, Great Sentinel Cow." "Come my little penguin." "Fuck." "Shit." "Showers are nice." "Um, this is better." They were back in bed, hands exploring, lips occasionally feasting. Their movements were slow, deliberate, letting the mood build. Jim ran his hand down Blair's side and smiled at the moan. "You're so easy, so predictable." "Are we talking passion here, James?" "Yes. I've got you made. Every inch. I could make you scream." "Bets?" Jim sat up, astounded. "Bets?" he squeaked. "Bets. I'm betting that I know you're top four erogenous zones, that I can make you quiver, but that you don't know mine yet." "Tell me you're joking? Have we forgotten who's the sentinel here?" "No. But I'm still betting. And while we're doing this, you can't *use* your senses. Care to take me on?" "You are *so* on, Chief. What do I get when I win?" "What do you want?" "You clean the house for three weeks, fix me *all* my favorite meals, and buy me Wonderburger three times a week for three weeks. Oh, and wash the truck - and wax it." "Done. But Wonderburger once a week, don't want you dying before the end of the third week. Now. When I win....." "uh, oh." "uh, huh.....let's see....you type *all* the reports in the same three week period. You not only have to fix my favorite foods, but you have to eat them too, and you have to give me massages twice a week and NO SEXUAL manuevers during the massages. A real, bonafide massage. *AND* you have to run interference with Simon for three weeks." "Done. How do we do this?" "Simple, I'll start. I'll name the part or place, and have you moaning in seconds. And don't bother trying to hide the moans, you have a much better *weather vane* so to speak. *AND*, no, the penis does not count, nor does the butt, ears, or mouth. These are the top four *unusual* zones. Got it?" "Oh, you are so dead. Go to it." And Jim scooted down, until he was flat on the mattress, head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Blair just smiled. "Okay, here I go." |
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Blair grinned down at the prone sentinel, noting the amount of control Jim Ellison was trying to exert....the poor schmo. He didn't have a chance. Blair inched his way up Jim's body until his mouth was even with Jim's temple. "Okay, zone number one, your temples." "Oh, pul-leeze. My temple? Get real." "Whatever." And Blair leaned close, letting his breath waft lightly over Jim's left temple, then blew a bit more, softer still, and Jim's right hand twitched and Blair smirked. He let his lips touch down, feather light, just skimming over the slight indentation, and Jim's *left* hand twitched. Time for the big gun. Blair let his tongue slide out, and he licked up with*out* touching, just letting Jim *feel* the closeness and watched in glee as Jim bit back his first groan. The tongue dipped in, licked up from just above the cheek bone, past the edge of Jim's eyebrow then into the dip where it swirled deliciously....and BOING! "Houston, we have a boinker." "Damn. That was luck," Jim panted out. "Uh, huh. Tell me when you're ready for zone number two. I think I'll go down and watch the news." "You sit right back down....just - give - me - a second....." "Right. A second." It took Jim *several* seconds and Blair figured if you strung them together, you'd have about eight minutes. "Okay, I'm ready. And this time - you. will. fail." Blair chuckled, his shoulders shaking helplessly. God, Jim was sooo easy. "Okay, zone number two - the inside of your wrist." Jim snorted and grinned. "Oh, your'e going down now, Sandburg." Blair didn't lift the arm to him, instead preferring to lower himself to the zone in question. Head bent over Jim's left wrist, he once again let a little breath smooth the way for him, this time adding some hair....letting it trail over the sensitive skin.....the pulse quickening under his fingers. Next, he added tongue, letting it touch, then gone, then back, snaking it back and forth, delighting when Jim turned his head *away* from Blair. Oh, yes, he had him again. He sat up, bringing the arm with him now, bringing the wrist to his mouth, sucking, adding teeth.....so slowly.....sucking harder, letting his teeth just bruise the skin..... "And Boinker number two!" "God Dammit to Hell....." "You want to surrender?" "No way. This is war and I will be the ultimate victor." "Riight. Okay, zone...." "Hey, give me a minute." "Sorry." This time it took - ten. "Okay," Jim breathed out, "I'm ready." Blair gazed at him and smiled. A few days ago, he was miserable, and now? "Okay, zone number three, and for the sake of your health and well being, I'll stop at three. And you only have to find my top three. And this one, this one is the big one." "umph." Blair couldn't help but notice Jim's hands, clenched into fists. It won't work, baby, you're going down - now. "Turn over, Jim." Blue eyes flew open and Jim sputtered out, "but, but...you said no butts." "No butt. Don't sweat it. I won't even touch your ass. Now turn over." Jim complied, but it was clear trust had gone done the drain. "I'm watching, Sandburg. If you so much as touch my ass....." "Oh shut up, you wuss. Okay, zone number three.....the small of your back." Jim smiled the smile of a winner. No way. Many had tried, many had failed. Now if Blair had just said the inside of his thighs...... "By the way, the real zone number three is the inside of your thighs, but since I'm taking pity on you, and moving directly to number four...." Shit. Fuck. But no. Still - no. Blair positioned himself so that his knees were against Jim's left side and without touching him anywhere else, he dipped his head down and lightly kissed that ever so sweet indentation at the small of Jim's back, just before the swell of his butt. Jim exploded. And Blair cracked up. He fell back, laughing his head off, and pointing as Jim finished his shuddering climax. Finally, after Jim had calmed down and cleaned himself up, he said, "I can still win. If you climax before number three, I'm the winner." "Sure, Jim, whatever you say, Jim, you're the senior partner here, Jim...." "Shut the fuck up and lie down you schmuck." "*Now* that's romantic sweet nothings....." Jim placed a hand over Blair's face and pushed. As soon as the laughing Sandburg had stopped, and was quiet and flat, Jim started. "Okay, zone number one - your armpit." Blair refrained from snorting. Jim began to nuzzle the kinky hair, letting his nose prod gently, felt Blair tremble, smiled against the younger man's skin, then let his tongue bury itself in the sweetness, swirling around the hair, eyes closed, purring in delight. The trembling increased and Jim was pretty sure he had him on the first zone. He pulled out *his* big gun and began to suck. Everything would have been fine, and Blair was trying really hard....but he just couldn't hold it in....he burst out in a bawdy laugh. Jim shot up, eyes still smokey, still passion filled. "Wha?" "Sorry, Jim.....", he paused to catch his breath..."sorry, but I just couldn't help it.....that tickled." "Tickled? Tickled?" Blair nodded. Jim slumped down. "Tickled." "Sorry. But hey, don't worry, there's still zone number two. Go for it, fella." Jim straightened his shoulders, narrowed his eyes and stuck out his chin. "Damn straight there's still number two. And this one will have you putty in my hands. And semen on the sheets and on the walls, and on the...." "I get the picture, Jim. Just do it." "Don't you need some time....no, I guess not. Okay, zone number two - the back of your knees." "Uh, Jim? Wouldn't you like to try some *other* area? Really?" "Oh, ho....I've struck gold, haven't I? I think not my little kumquat, I think not." "Kumquat?" "Just softening you up." "Pity could work for you, Ellison." "You'll ru...." "PLEASE, do not say I'll rue the day...okay? Just get to it." "Turn over and you will, you know, rue the day. You will." Blair obediantly complied and turned over, presenting his backside to his partner. Jim almost came right there. But he girded his loins, and why couldn't he have done *that* earlier? And began. Five minutes later, Blair was twitchy and Jim was exhausted. He finally flopped back down and exhaled with a whoosh. "okay, you win." Blair flipped over and propped himself up on Jim's chest. "Oh, poor baby. Blair is sorry, honest." "Jerk." "Don't you want to know how?" "No." "Poor Sport Ellison?" "I'm a Sentinel, fer crissake's! There is no way I can't know your zones, no way." "You do." That got Jim's attention. He sat up, bringing Blair with him and cocked one eyebrow, "I do?" "You do. You've been making love to me for three days, you know them all. But you know by *sense*, not by brain. Your body knows, it's just your brain that hasn't caught up." "So when you said I couldn't use my senses, that's why? You cheated?" "Hardly. Just evened out the playing field. And I *did* know yours." Jim smiled and said, "Yeah, you did." "Yeah, I did." And Blair smiled right back at him. Jim pulled him closer and they kissed, their lips smiling into it, eyes watching each other, and Jim let his hand drift down....."oh, yeah, *that's* a major zone, Ellison." "um, yes...it is.....where's the ben-gay when you need it?" "you try ben-gay down there, and simon will never find the pieces."
In a small town in California, Naomi Sandburg looked at the phone on her nightstand and thought about calling her son.....But her eyes moved to the picture she held in her hands.....and she no longer thought about calling him.
##End And God Would Ask##
//And God Would Ask how I spent my life and I would tell him I spent it with you//
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