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Blair Sandburg clicked off his laptop, closed the lid and pondered his mother words. Okay, to be accurate, he pondered his mothers orders. "Tell him." And he'd agreed. To tell Jim. But with her latest E-Mail securely tucked away in his PC, he was finding that his courage had suddenly taken a hike - to Tahiti. Hey, at least his courage was warm. Maybe he should go to Tahiti? Rescue his courage? That would take awhile. Is Naomi right? Could Jim Ellison love him, Blair Sandburg? He found himself reflecting back on his mother's first visit..... Coming home, hearing laughter - her laughter and Jim's coming from upstairs. Going up, seeing them on the bed, sipping wine and a plate of tongue between them. And Blair had been jealous. Jealous. Of his mom. But now? Remembering......the way Jim looked, while gazing at his baby pictures, that smile, for him.....eating the tongue. God, Naomi was right. He'd been thinking of the green boxers, but now? The silk navy blue ones.....mom's are never wrong.
Showered. Shaved. Quietly showered and shaved. Teeth? Brushed - Twice. Deodorant? Unscented, roll-on. Gotta protect the environment. Now or never. Ready or not. Not. "Sandburg, be a man, not a mouse." A man planning to seduce his male partner. He gave one last look in the mirror and groaned. Type. Not Jim's type. Okay, until recently, Jim wouldn't have been his type - but now? He couldn't imagine anyone else. Still. Not Jim's type. Blair tried to imagine any guy Jim would be interested in, if he could be interested..... Damn. His imagination was too good. Clear, vivid pictures and in color. Technicolor. "The man" did not look anything like Blair Sandburg. Tall, where he was short. Handsome where he was - short. A cop? FBI? Military? And Blair was short. Ah, ha! But if Naomi was right? And mothers are always right - Jim loved him, not the other guy. "Uh, Blair? There is no other guy." "Right. Just me in navy blue, silk briefs. And talking to myself. So go. Okay, I'm going. Now."
Jim was finding sleep elusive. Very elusive. And what the fuck was going on with Sandburg tonight? Correction, this morning? Up all night, working on his PC, then he showers and shaves? At 3:30 in the "morning"? He turned over yet again, pounded the pillows - again, and collapsed. Toss, Turn. Turn, Toss. Now if Sandburg had been showering and shaving for him? Wait. Wait. Jim bolted straight up. It's not like he could have a date at 3:30 in the morning. Right? Footsteps. Sandburg padding across the floor. The kid's breathing. What's wrong with his breathing? Too quick. The footsteps stopped. At the stairs. The footsteps resumed. Up. Jim focused his hearing on the figure advancing up to his bedroom. Breathing really increasing now....almost panting. Heart pumping so fast, Jim was certain he was about to witness a scene straight from "Alien"....the kid was really nervous. Another sound. Rustling? Brushing? The sound of silk - brushing against skin. Silk? Jim groaned, then fell back. Sandburg was wearing the silk briefs? The ones Naomi had given him after her first visit? The navy blue ones? Jim had never seen Sandburg wearing them, but he'd certainly had many a delightful wet dream picturing Blair in them and he pulling them off....... He smiled. A long, lazy, slow smile. In about 45 seconds? He would be seeing them. Oh, yeah. Jim flipped over on his back, clasped his hands behind his head and waited. Sandburg was almost at the top. 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 -..... "Uh, Jim? You awake?" "Yeah, Chief - I'm awake. What's up?"
Email #1: 4-11-99 Naomi, What's up, mom?
Email #2: 4-12-99 Blair, Don't get smart with me. Did you tell him?
Email #3: 4-12-99 Naomi, It's cold here in Cascade. As usual. And raining. As usual.
Email #4: 4-12-99 B L A I R, If you think this is cute.....
Email #5: 4-12-99 Naomi, We're working on a rather interesting case right now - A rash of strange thefts.
Email #6: 4-13-99 Blair Jacob Sandburg, I'll give you a rash. Talk.
Email #7: 4-12-99 Naomi, The perp has been hitting a string of mens clothing stores.
Email #8: 4-13-99 Son, dearest, sweetie, It's not nice to fool Mother Nature.
Email #9: 4-13-99 Naomi, And stealing only one item....
Email #10: 4-13-99 Son, I have contacts in high places. I could make life very difficult for you....
Email #11: 4-13-99 Mom, ......navy blue, silk briefs.
Email #12: 4-14-99 SON! You sneak. You told him. I was right, wasn't I?
Email #13: 4-14-99 Mom, Yes. yes. yes. <g>
Email #14: 4-14-99 Blair, honey, So what happened? After you told him? Where was he? What did he say?
Email #15: 4-14-99 Mom, It was 3:30 in the morning, where do you think he was?
Email #16: 4-14-99 Son, You're being a smart ass again.
Email #17: 4-14-99 Mom, No. A sore ass.
Email #18: 4-14-99 Son, Now that "may" have been more than I wanted to know - maybe. *s*
Email #19: 4-14-99 Mom, He was in bed. And after ten minutes? So was I.
Email #20: 4-14-99 Son, His bed.
Email #21: 4-14-99 Mom, Not anymore.
Email #22: 4-14-99 Son, Oh, that's so sweet. Tell your mother everything.
Emai #23: 4-14-99 Mom? Everything?
Email #24: 4-14-99 Son, Everything. And it only took you ten minutes to get into his - your - bed?
Email #25: 4-14-99 Mom, Would have taken less - but I tripped.
Email #26: 4-14-99 Son, You tripped?
Email #27: 4-14-99 Mom, It was - something Jim said.
Email #28: 4-14-99 Son, What could he have said? At 3:30 in the morning?
Email #29: 4-14-99 Mom, "What's up?" You had to be there.
Email #30: 4-14-99 ROTFL Then?
Email #31: 4-14-99 Mom, I fell backwards - on my ass.
Email #32: 4-14-99 Son, How disappointing. That's why your ass is sore.
Email #33: 4-14-99 Har-har. And no it isn't.
Email #34: 4-14-99 So what happened after you fell?
Email #35: 4-14-99 Mom, Jim panicked. Tried to jump out of bed - got all tangled up in the sheets and well - fell.
Email #36: 4-14-99 Son, Don't tell me. He fell out of bed.
Email #37: 4-14-99 Mom, Yep, on his ass.
Email #38: 4-14-99 Son, Ouch.
Email #39: 4-14-99 Mom, It gets better. Jim reached up to save himself and latched onto the lamp cord. The lamp came down. On my head.
Email #40: 4-14-99 BLAIR! Are you alright?
Email #41: 4-14-99 Mom, Of course. Jim wanted to take me to Emergency, but I knew I didn't need stitches. Besides, by that time? He was kneeling on the floor, over me, looking down and looking so cute and worried......and it was just a little blood.
Email #42: 4-14-99 Blair, I do believe you're pulling your mother's leg.
Email #43: 4-14-99 Mom, Moi?
Email #44: 4-14-99 Son, Are you going to tell me or what?
Email #45: 4-14-99 Mom, I am. Jim put a band-aid on my forehead - do you believe it? The man has bandaids in his bedroom.....Then he got us both up and stepped on a piece of glass from the broken lamp.
Email #46: 4-14-99 Son, Jim is alive, isn't he?
Email #47: 4-14-99 Mom, LOL. Yes, But he keeps telling me that I'm gonna be the death of him.....<g>
Email #48: 4-14-99 Son, *s* You did bandage his foot? And kiss it to make it better?
Email #49: 4-14-99 Mom, How did you know? Never mind. Mother knows best - and all.
Email #50: 4-14-99 Son, You're a fast learner.
Email #51: 4-14-99 Mom, That's just what Jim said last night.
Email #52: 4-14-99 Son, So you two finally, actually got into the bed? Stopped playing doctor?
Email #53: 4-14-99 Mom, Eventually. And never quit playing doctor. You know? Once I kissed his foot? I just, kinda kept going....and going....and going....
Email #54: 4-14-99 Son, Ooooh, and that's how you finally ended up with a sore ass?
Email #55: 4-14-99 Mom, More or less.
Email #56: 4-14-99 Son, My son - the bottom.
Email #57: 4-14-99 MOM!!!!!!! And only the first - fourth and seventh times.
<Stop that!>
Email #58: 4-14-99 Son, So you're finally a couple?
Email #59: 4-14-99 Mo uh....kduel..yes...jljld
<That tickles>
Email #60: 4-14-99 Son, Blair? Having problems with your laptop?
Email #61: 4-14-99 Mommmmm alkjdf with my aldlfj laptop? LAP - TOP? nooooooo....just....um(^^^$%
<Jim! I'm talking here, man>
Email #62: 4-14-99 Uh, mom? Let me....um get bck 2 u lter, 'kay?
Email #63: 4-14-99 From: Jim Ellison To: Naomi Sandburg Naomi, Hi.
Email #64: 4-14-99 Jim, Hi back. Take care of him. Love him. And don't forget his favorite food.
Email #65: 4-14-99 Naomi, I will. I do. Tongue. My favorite too. <g>
Jim powered down Blair's PC, carefully set it down on the floor next to their bed and began giving Blair Jacob Sandburg his favorite food.
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