Warnings: m/m, AU
Archive category: Alternate Universes, First Times
Disclaimers: All recognizable Sentinel characters are copyright of Pet
Fly Productions and Paramount. No infringement intended on my part.... just
doing some wishful thinking. :-)
Summary: FBI Special Agent Blair Sandburg meets Survival Training
instructor Jim Ellison and sparks start to fly during the week-long training
Date completed: June 28, 2004
by Barbara Nice-Miller
Monday, March 2nd
Special Agent Matthew Rafe threw open the door to his basement office
and breezed in, a file folder in his hand and a smile on his face.
Startled, Special Agent Blair Sandburg looked up from his laptop at his
partner, a scowl on his face.
“Glad you decided to grace me with your presence this morning, Matt.
We’re an hour late for—“
Smiling, Rafe cut off Blair’s tirade.
“Good morning to you too, Blair.”
“Should I even ask why you’re so chipper on a Monday morning?”
Rafe held up the file folder. “New
assignment. Pack your bags, Blair,
we’re headed to Cascade, Washington.”
If Matt was this excited, it had to be extraterrestrial related.
But Blair never remembered him saying Cascade was an EBE hot-spot before.
“What is it? UFO sighting?”
“Nope. Simon cornered me in the bullpen on the way in this morning,
which is why I’m late. It’s
time for our survival training re-qualification.”
“Survival training? You’re
excited about survival training?
Since when? You hate the
wilderness, Matt. Your idea of
roughing it is having to use the oven instead of the microwave. What gives?”
Rafe gave him a look of complete innocence. “You wound me, Sandburg.
How could you think I have ulterior motives? Come on. It’ll
be a nice walk in the forest.”
“Matt, the last time you said that we ended up in quarantine for a
Rafe sighed. “C’mon, it’ll be a nice change of pace. We work too
hard. You work too hard, Blair.
Let’s just enjoy some time away from the office up in the woods. Who knows?
You might even enjoy yourself.”
FBI Field Office
Blair knew Rafe was up to something.
He had accepted this trip way too easily. Despite what he said about both
of them needing a break, he was as dedicated to their work as Blair was. There
was no way he’d run off and play boy scout for seven days if he didn’t have
something up his sleeve. But try as
he might the whole way on last night’s flight, he could not coerce any
information out of him.
So here they were at the Cascade field office, getting ready to be
briefed by the survival training instructor. The door to the small room opened
and the entryway was filled with the most gorgeous man Blair had ever seen. He
was tall, easily over 6 feet, with a short, military style haircut, piercing
blue eyes and a body built like a Greek statue. He was dressed impeccably in a
suit and tie, but Blair had the feeling that the man was uncomfortable in the
clothes, like it was not his usual state of dress.
Rafe glanced over and smiled at Blair’s reaction to the man. He poked
his partner in the ribs. “Close your mouth, Blair. You’re drooling,” he
Blair snapped his jaw shut, embarrassed at being caught, just as the man
entered the room and walked over to Rafe and him. The man offered his hand,
“I’m Agent Jim Ellison, the survival training instructor.”
Blair shook Agent Ellison’s hand, marveling at the controlled strength
behind the grip. “Special Agent Blair Sandburg, and this is my partner,
Rafe shook Ellison’s hand as well, nodding his head. “Nice to meet
Ellison perched himself on the edge of the desk. “Well, I’ve seen
your files. You both have done
survival training before, but not here in Cascade, so here’s the drill:
you’ll be choppered into Trails End wearing blindfolds so that you can’t see
the surrounding terrain. You’ll
have a topographical map with your four checkpoints marked, a compass and your
survival gear. You’ll have a
total of seven days to get to all the checkpoints.” He looked over at Blair.
“Agent Sandburg, you’ll be paired up with me and Agent Rafe, you’ll be
with Agent Wilmington. We are strictly observers, there to evaluate you. We will
offer no suggestions on your routes to the checkpoints. All of the decisions
will be yours. Each of you will be carrying a homing beacon if trouble arises,
however. Just push the button and the cavalry will come to the rescue.”
Here he paused to grin at the two D.C. agents. “Now this isn’t a
race...but the record is four days for completing the course.
Just in case you’re wondering.”
Blair crossed his arms over his chest and smiled at Agent Ellison.
“So what are the odds?”
Ellison laughed. “For two
agents from Washington, D.C. who are trying to break the record of Cascade’s
own Agents Brown and Baxter? Three
Blair glanced over at Rafe. “Guess
we’ll just have to give them a run for their money, eh, Matt?”
But Rafe just sat there and gave him that infuriating grin.
Trails End - Survival Training Re-qualification Area
11:21 a.m. (same day)
The chopper made a final circle over the landing field before coming
gently to rest on the ground. Agents
Sandburg and Ellison disembarked, Blair having removed his blindfold when the
chopper set down.
Dressed in flannel shirts, jeans and hiking boots, the pair looked more
like Forest Rangers than Federal Agents. Ellison
looked up and down appreciatively at Blair as the young agent reached into the
chopper to grab his gear.
“You know, the Grizzly Adams look works for you, Agent Sandburg.”
Blair smiled. “Please, call me Blair. And the same could be said of
you, Agent Ellison. You look much more at home out here than in a suit and stuck
in an office.”
Ellison laughed, reaching in the chopper for his own gear. “Very
observant, Blair. I’ve always liked the outdoors. I find office
buildings…confining. And call me Jim, OK?”
“Jim it is, then.”
“OK, you two! You’re
all set!” shouted the pilot over the roar of the chopper blades as they
started back up. “Remember, if
you get into any trouble, just activate your homing beacon and we’ll come get
you! Good luck and we’ll see you in a few days!”
With that he waved good-bye, jumped back in the helicopter and was gone.
Although it was March and the smell of spring was in the air, it was
still cool out, so Jim pulled on his jacket while Blair dug the map and compass
out of his backpack. Blair studied each item before deciding on which direction
would take them to the first checkpoint.
They had been walking for hours now.
It was tough going, but the pair were in excellent shape and they had
covered a lot of ground. For the
most part they walked in companionable silence, listening to the sounds of the
forest around them. The sun would
be setting soon and night came
swiftly in the forest; they needed to find a place to camp for the
“Just a minute, Jim,” Blair said to the instructor, coming to a
halt. “I want to check the map
for a good place to camp.”
Jim stopped next to Blair, his hands on his hips. “Provided we’re
heading in the right direction, we should only be another half mile from that
small river. I’d like to stop
there for the night.” Blair stated.
Jim turned his head toward Blair with the intention of telling him he
agreed, when his breath caught in his throat.
The sun, which had been behind a cloud, picked that moment to break
through the trees and shine down on Blair.
The beams glinted off his curly auburn hair, turning the strands into the
most beautiful shades of red and gold. Blair’s
face was flushed, cheeks red from the combination of the cool mountain air and
their hike. His lips were parted
slightly as he drew in deep breaths. Jim was mesmerized by the sight.
And when Blair turned his head away from the map to look directly at Jim
because he had not answered him, Jim was lost in the depths of Blair’s
sparkling blue eyes.
“Jim? You OK?” Blair
inquired as he reached out to touch Jim’s arm.
At his touch, Jim blinked and came back to himself, glancing quickly
away, suddenly embarrassed.
“Yeah, fine, let’s go,” he said brusquely. And with that he walked away, leaving Blair thinking that
perhaps his initial attraction to the man was not one-sided.
Half an hour later they had reached the banks of the river, picked out a
spot for their camp and were in the process of setting everything up.
Blair was laying out the pieces of their two-man tent and Jim was
constructing the firepit. He made numerous trips into the woods around the campsite
gathering the rocks to form the ring and an equal number of trips for firewood.
By the time he had the fire started he was hungry, sweaty and dirty.
Grabbing the retractable fishing rod and hooks from his backpack, he
turned to Blair.
“Gonna go bag us some trout for dinner, Blair.”
“Just don’t fall in OK? I
don’t want to have to go fishing for you,”
Jim chuckled then turned and walked the short distance to the river’s
edge. Blair finally got the tent
put together, coming to the conclusion that someone must have made a mistake in
calling it a
two-person tent. How they
were both going to fit in there was beyond him. On second thought, being in such
close proximity to Jim wouldn’t be a bad thing, he decided.
Deciding to take advantage of the remaining daylight to hunt for edible
greenery, he set off to find Jim and tell him where he was going.
Expecting to find him fishing, he was caught off-guard by the sight that
greeted his eyes.
Jim was naked to his waist, washing his face, arms and chest in the cool
river water. He did not hear Blair approach and went on rinsing the dirt and
sweat from his body. Blair watched,
captivated by the play of muscles along Jim’s back as he bent down to scoop
more water into his hands. As the
water sluiced down Jim’s body, Blair had the sudden urge to step into the
water and help him wash all of his
Startled at the direction his thoughts were heading about a man he’d
only known for a day, Blair took a step backwards, wanting to leave before Jim
saw him. But Fate intervened and
Blair’s foot sent a rock skittering down the bank and into the water.
Jim whirled at the noise, his FBI instincts taking over, relaxing only
when he saw it was Blair.
“Blair?” he called quietly.
“Uh, yeah. I was
just...” Blair stammered, trying to avert his gaze from Jim’s dripping
chest, to no avail. He looked
magnificent, standing there in the fading sunlight with droplets of water
clinging to his bare upper body. His
hair was damp, too. Blair wanted to reach out and run his fingers through it.
When Blair didn’t continue, Jim closed the distance between them with
a few long strides, coming to a stop in front of him.
“Blair?” he repeated, “Do you want something?”
Want? Oh, yes..., Blair
“Ah, no. I mean, yes.
I mean I just wanted to tell you I’m going to find us some edible
plants,” he rambled.
“Oh, OK. I’m just
going to dry off and then I’ll get those fish,” Jim replied, running a hand
though his damp hair, completely aware of the effect he was having on the
Blair backed quickly away, heading for the trees, leaving Jim staring
after him, a grin on his face.
Jim leaned back against a tree, across the fire from Blair, heaving a
sigh of pleasure and patting his stomach. Their meal of fresh trout and greens
along with ice cold water had been delicious.
“Wow, Blair, I’m impressed. You
struck me as the city-type who only cooked things that came pre-packaged and
frozen,” Jim commented as he leaned forward to push the logs around.
Blair grinned. “There are
lots of things you don’t know about me.”
Jim stopped poking the fire, stood, walked around the pit and sat down
beside Blair. “I’d like to know
all about you, Blair,” Jim replied quietly.
Blair was about to say something when Jim reached out and gently brushed
his thumb across Blair’s lips. Blair’s
eyes went wide at Jim’s action, too stunned to speak.
“Crumb,” Jim said softly, explaining.
“Oh,” was all Blair could manage.
The combination of their strenuous hike, the high altitude, their meal,
the warmth of the fire and the nearness of Jim’s body was playing havoc with
Blair’s senses. He’d never felt
this kind of intense attraction to someone he’d just met, but it felt so right…
As for Jim, he couldn’t take his eyes off Blair.
The firelight danced across his features, highlighting his hair.
Jim was reminded of earlier in the day when the sunlight had done the
same thing. But all thoughts ceased
as Blair slowly leaned toward him.
Jim reached out to touch Blair’s shoulder...
The owl’s cries startled them both, causing them to jump away from
each other, effectively breaking the mood.
Jim jumped to his feet, nervously running a hand over his hair, unnerved
at the prospect of what had almost happened.
Well, part of him was unnerved, the other was thrilled.
And he wasn’t sure which part he should listen to.
He needed to be by himself for a minute and get his thoughts under
“I’m gonna run down to the river and clean up the dishes,” he told
“All right. I’m going
to get ready for bed. I’m beat,” Blair replied, glad for the opportunity to
be alone for a few minutes.
After Jim grabbed a flashlight and the dirty dishes and started walking
toward the water, Blair stood up, brushed off his jeans and headed for the tent.
Once inside he quickly changed into the sweatshirt and sweatpants he’d
brought to sleep in. That done, he
allowed his thoughts to drift to Jim. He
was attracted to him, that he could not deny.
Had been from the moment he walked into that room at the Bureau office. And from the way Jim was acting around him, the attraction
seemed to be mutual.
Blair ran his fingers through his curls with a sad sigh. So the
attraction went both ways - now what? Nothing, that’s what. He couldn’t let
this go any further. He was already feeling more for Jim than he had with any
other man previously, and in such a short amount of time. All he’d ever wanted
was a stable, long-term relationship, and now that it looked like he might have
a chance at one, he couldn’t have it.
did he have to fall for someone who lived on the other side of the country? How
could you try and build a life with someone when you never saw them? There just
wasn’t any point in trying to start something with Jim. Not when it had to end
so soon. And while sex in the woods with Jim would no doubt be great, a fling
just wasn’t what he wanted with this man.
He was leaving in six days. All he had to do was close off his desire,
and his heart, for that long. And find some way to let Jim know this couldn’t
move beyond friendship. Even though that was the last thing he wanted. Just six
days. Then he could leave, taking with him his dreams of what he wished he could
have had with the tall, blue-eyed man.
And at the water’s edge Jim was warring with his own thoughts and
emotions. He sat on a large rock
listening to the rush of the water and the sounds of the forest, but his mind
was filled with thoughts of Blair.
What was he thinking? He was
the senior agent here, the instructor, for crying out loud. He was supposed to
be showing Blair how to survive in the wilderness, not get into his pants. And
he certainly didn’t want a one-night stand. That wasn’t like him at all. But
what could possibly come of this? Blair lived on the other side of the country.
That made having a relationship a bit difficult. And that’s what he
wanted. A real relationship. What he’d been searching a long time for. Not a
quick fuck. Blair deserved more than that. He was a special person, Jim could
tell that already, after spending just one day with him.
Jim sighed. He wanted Blair, there was no denying that. But it was
pointless. Nothing good could come of this tryst in the woods. He would control
his emotions and his desire for the next six days. Then Blair would be gone,
leaving him with nothing but thoughts of what he wished could have been with the
beautiful, blue-eyed man.
Jim stood up and tossed a stone in the river, listening to the splash.
//Better get back before Blair thinks some giant trout got me//, he thought with
a small smile.
Back at the campsite, Jim extinguished the fire then made his way over
to the tent, pausing at the closed flaps to jokingly call out, “Everyone
decent in there?”
Blair answered with a laugh and told him to come in.
He was sitting on top of his sleeping bag, absently toying with the small
homing beacon, which hung from his neck. He
had brought his flashlight in with him and had it pointing at the top of the
tent, using the reflection to illuminate the interior.
“Welcome to Hotel Fed,” Blair joked. “Nothing but the best
accommodations for the Bureau’s finest agents.”
Jim grinned and slipped his hiking boots off, placing them outside and
then zipped the tent flaps closed. It suddenly felt very claustrophobic inside
to Blair. And when Jim began to
remove his shirt, he swore the temperature rose twenty degrees.
Jim pulled the shirt over his head then reached for the zipper of his
Averting his eyes quickly, Blair struggled to find something to say to
keep his mind off of the fact that Jim was undressing next to him.
“So, Jim…do you think I’ve got a chance to win this survival
Jim chuckled as he stepped out of his jeans then slipped into his
sleeping bag, clad only in his boxers and socks.
“Not if your partner has anything to say about it.”
Blair was confused. “Matt? What do you mean?”
Jim looked at Blair. “You mean you don’t know what he’s
Blair shook his head. “I knew
he was up to something. He was too happy to come out here. What do you know that
“I heard him on his cell phone as we were loading the choppers,
talking to someone called Frohike. Your partner got a GPS from him that he’s
planning on using to win the contest.”
cheating!” Blair exclaimed. “I can’t believe Matt would do that. I’ve
never known him to be so competitive like this.”
“Oh, it’s got nothing to do with winning,” Jim replied. “He’s
got tickets for the Supersonics game three days from now. Court-side seats.”
“Don’t worry,” Jim reassured him. “He’s with Wilmington.
There’s no way he’s going to sneak using the GPS without Buck noticing.
He’ll have to play fair like you.”
“Speaking of noticing, I can’t believe Matt said all of that with
you so close by to hear him.” Blair paused. “Wait a minute, when we were
loading the choppers, you were over by me. Matt must’ve been at least fifty
feet away. How in the world did you hear him?”
Panic crossed Jim’s features for a spilt second. “Umm…oh, I made a
mistake,” he said hurriedly. “It wasn’t by the choppers. It was inside the
office. I was at the water cooler around the corner from Rafe when I heard him
on the phone. He didn’t even know I was there.” Jim cleared his throat and
quickly changed the topic. “So, why don’t you tell me about these strange
cases you investigate? Your file was…interesting, to say the least,” he
Blair laughed. “Uh, yeah, interesting is a good word.” He paused,
his features growing serious, as he looked directly at Jim. “I’m glad you
and I were partnered for this, Jim. It’s only been one day, but I’m already
thinking of you as a very good friend. And I hope we can remain that way, after
Jim looked away for just a moment. Friends. Blair had made the decision
for them, sparing Jim from figuring out how to do it himself. He reached over
and gently squeezed Blair’s shoulder, replying with a soft whisper.
Federal Bureau of Investigations
Wednesday, April 10th
The ringing of the phone was a welcome distraction from the mountain of
paperwork Blair was struggling to complete before lunchtime. He picked up the
receiver with a weary sigh.
“Blair, it’s Jim from the Cascade office. Remember me?”
Blair sat up straight in his chair and nearly dropped the phone. “Jim,
hey! How are you? What’s up?”
“Well, I’m going to be in D.C. this weekend for a symposium on
Sunday. I’ve only been there once
before and don’t know my way around and I wanted to do some sightseeing. You
and Agent Rafe are the only agents I know who are stationed in D.C. and I was
wondering if you had any time on Saturday to play tour guide.”
“After your encouragement helped me beat my cheating partner during
survival training re-qualification, it’s the least I could do.
But Matt’s taken a few vacation days to visit his mother in Baltimore
and won’t be here this weekend. How’s
just one tour guide?”
Jim chuckled. “That’d
be fine. Thanks for taking the time
to show me around. I’ll be
staying at the Ambassador hotel. Why
don’t we meet for dinner Friday night and plan our itinerary for Saturday?”
“That sounds fine. I’ll
meet you at the Ambassador at, say, six o’clock?”
“Great. See you then.”
Blair hung up the phone and stared at it for a few minutes, thinking
about Jim Ellison. It had
been just over a month since he’d seen him in Cascade, but Blair remembered
exactly what he looked like. Tall, blue-eyed with short, brush cut,
military-style hair and well built - absolutely gorgeous and still absolutely
unattainable, since neither of them had relocated across the country in the last
Despite the fact that Blair could never have a relationship with Jim,
he’d meant what he’d said in the tent that night - he wanted them to remain
He found himself looking forward to Friday night.
The Ambassador Hotel lobby
Friday, April 12th
Blair glanced around the lobby, looking for the men’s restroom.
Spotting the appropriate door, he walked in and found himself alone in the
bathroom. Walking over to the
full-length mirror, he gave himself the once-over. His long, curly hair fell to just past his shoulders. He
sighed as he pushed a wayward strand behind his ear. Maybe he should’ve tied
//Get a grip, Blair. This is not
a date. You’re just helping out a
He knew that, but how long had it been since he’d actually been out
with a man when it wasn’t for Bureau business?
He honestly could not remember.
Blair turned and left the bathroom, heading back toward the center of
the lobby. He spotted Jim
the same time Jim spotted him and Blair was again struck by his good
looks. He was wearing a charcoal
grey suit, white shirt and a tasteful tie.
Blair smiled as they made their way toward each other.
Jim couldn’t believe his luck when Blair had agreed to show him around
Washington. From the first moment
he had set eyes on him in Cascade, he was struck by his charm and intelligence.
And then after Trails End, he knew he had to see Blair again.
Friendship be damned. He wanted more. And he would somehow find a way to
make this work with Blair because he knew deep down the young man wanted the
same thing. So when this symposium came up, he jumped at the chance to go.
He was incredibly nervous when he called Blair on Wednesday.
He could’ve cared less about Rafe showing him around, but thought it
was the polite thing to do to ask both men. But luck was with him when Blair
told him Rafe was out of town for the weekend.
And now here he was, walking right toward him, looking breathtaking in a
navy blue suit and tie. He couldn’t take his eyes off him.
Jim smiled and closed the distance between them.
They clasped hands, holding on just a little longer than was necessary,
and said their greetings.
“It’s great to see you, Blair.”
“You, too, Jim. I’m really glad you called.”
“Ready for dinner? I hear
the surf and turf is excellent.”
“Mmm, sounds good. Let’s
They walked down the hallway leading off from the lobby to the
restaurant at the other end of the hotel. It
was rather elegant and Blair was glad he’d chosen to wear a suit and not one
of his more casual outfits.
Jim had made reservations and they were seated immediately.
Their conversation started with business, each bringing the other up to
date on what they’d been doing for the last month.
Blair learned more about Jim’s duties as the survival training
instructor, and his harrowing experiences rescuing agents hurt or lost in the
Washington wilderness. Jim found he was very comfortable in the outdoors and he
seemed to have a knack for tracking and locating people. And Jim learned more
about Blair’s own harrowing experiences with the X-Files,
running around the country with Rafe, and experiencing every bizarre situation
Then they planned their schedule for the next day, Blair pointing out
the highlights of Washington, D.C. and Jim choosing the places he’d like to
Dinner was almost over when the tone of their conversation changed.
They began talking about more personal things: friends and family, likes
and dislikes. Jim was amazed that he was able to open up so easily to a man
he’d met only once before. He felt so at ease, so relaxed around Blair. There
was just something about him…Jim found himself drowning in the depths of
Blair’s intense blue eyes. He watched, mesmerized, as the flames from the
candles on the table played across Blair’s features, bathing him in golden
The moment was broken, however, when the waitress came to leave the
check. Jim paid then escorted Blair out of the restaurant and back to the lobby.
“Well…” Blair began, unsure of what to say. He didn’t want the evening to end quite so soon.
Impulsively, Jim asked, “It’s a nice night. What about a walk?”
Blair smiled. “I’d like
that. How about the reflecting
Jim nodded. “Great idea.”
Jim rested his hand on the small of Blair’s back as he led Blair out
the front door of the hotel. They
walked in comfortable silence to the reflecting pool, the only people along the
pathway. There was not a cloud in the sky, the stars were out in force and the
moon was full, creating a beautiful reflection in the pool.
Jim led Blair over to a park bench and sat down next to him, draping his
arm behind Blair to rest on the back of the bench, his fingers just touching
Blair’s arm. They chatted quietly, enjoying each other’s company.
Then the conversation lagged and Jim saw his opportunity.
Placing his hand under Blair’s chin, he tilted the younger man’s face
upwards and bent his own head downward. But Blair moved back at the last second,
looking away from Jim.
“Jim, we can’t…”
“Blair, please…” whispered Jim. “Can you honestly say you
don’t want this, too?”
Blair looked back at Jim for a long moment, his eyes filled with desire,
unable to lie to Jim. Then he slowly leaned forward and closed the gap.
Their lips met softly, gently, as they each closed their eyes, soaking
up the new sensations. The short,
tentative kisses soon turned more urgent and Jim swept his tongue across
Blair’s lips, seeking entrance. With a small moan, Blair complied, parting his
lips and letting Jim’s tongue in. Blair
felt Jim’s answering moan against his mouth as their tongues met for the first
Shifting on the bench, Blair turned and placed his hands on Jim’s
chest while Jim shifted his own hand to tangle his fingers in Blair’s curls.
A moment later he tore his mouth from Blair’s to run hot, wet kisses
along the smooth column of his neck and at the sensitive spot behind his ear.
Jim felt Blair’s fingers tense and grab at his shirt, bunching the
material in his fists. Jim’s
heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst at any moment.
Blair’s own heart was pounding at the same tempo and a burning,
tightening feeling was growing deep inside him. He was in awe at the feelings Jim was stirring in him and he
couldn’t get enough.
Removing his mouth from Blair’s neck, Jim’s voice was gruff when he
“Would you like to take this somewhere more private?”
Blair smiled and rested his forehead against Jim’s.
“You read my mind.”
Without another word, the men rose from the bench and made their way out
of the park, hand in hand, lost in their own thoughts about what was to come.
The Ambassador Hotel
15 minutes later
They seemed to make it back to Jim’s hotel room in record time; one
minute they were in the park and the next they were standing next to the hotel
bed, wrapped in a tight embrace.
Releasing each other, Blair slipped off Jim’s suit jacket and ran his
hands over Jim’s broad chest, causing Jim to tilt his head back in pleasure.
He loosened Jim’s tie next, and it joined the jacket on the floor.
The shirt was next, each button was undone slowly, sensually, driving Jim
insane. He just wanted the damn
thing off so he could feel Blair’s hands on his bare skin.
But Blair was having none of that and was taking his time, knowing the
effect he was having on Jim.
Blair reached the last button, tugged the shirt tails out of Jim’s
pants and pushed the material off his back and down his arms, revealing Jim to
him. Blair placed his hands, palms
down, on Jim’s chest and ran them over every inch of him, drinking in the
sight and feel of him.
When Jim could stand no more, he gently grasped Blair’s wrists,
stilling his motion. Placing Blair’s arms down by his side, Jim ran his
fingers up Blair’s arms to his shoulders.
Blair shivered at the sensation. Repeating Blair’s actions, Jim
undressed the young man, but went further, removing Blair’s suit pants as
Jim’s breath caught in his throat. “You’re so beautiful,” Jim
Blair smiled and reached for Jim once again. He unbuckled Jim’s belt, slipping it out of his pants and
dropping it to the floor. His
single pants button was next, released with deft fingers. The zipper was last, sliding downward with a soft sound,
causing Jim’s slacks to drop with a whisper.
Blair’s own breath caught in his throat as he admired Jim.
He still couldn’t believe that he was here with Jim, doing this.
Blair always thought love at first sight was a joke, but not anymore.
Boxers were removed swiftly, neither knowing whose hands removed what.
Once completely bare to each other, Jim gently pushed Blair down to the
mattress, and stretched out beside him.
They kissed passionately, letting their hands roam over the other’s
body. Moans of desire filled the
room. They took turns pleasuring
each other, bringing the other right to the edge before backing off.
When neither could bear it a moment longer, they came together in an
explosion of love and passion that rocked them to their souls. They made love
well into the night, bringing each other to the heights of ecstasy over and
When Jim and Blair finally drifted off to sleep, held securely in each
other’s arms, they shared a single thought: both were eternally grateful that
Special Agent Matthew Rafe had picked that weekend to be out of town.
Somewhere over Washington State
Blair Sandburg was nervous. And
his condition had nothing to do with the fact he was on an airplane. He knew he
shouldn’t be nervous, but knowing did nothing to suppress the butterflies in
his stomach. He had to get his mind
//The case, Blair. Concentrate
on the case// he told himself.
With a sigh, he flipped open the case file on his lap and went over the
facts one more time. Six hunters had mysteriously disappeared while in the
Olympic National Forest over a period of six weeks. Each had rented a cabin and
each had been hunting alone. Exactly
one week after each of their disappearances, each body was found and that same
day another hunter had vanished. That
had been the pattern for six weeks now. If
that wasn’t enough to make it an X-file, the condition of the bodies did.
Each had been ripped to shreds and displayed in the same manner. But by
what? Or who?
The Cascade FBI team was at a standstill. They needed outside help.
The case quickly found its way to the basement of the J. Edgar Hoover
building and into the hands of Special Agent Blair Sandburg.
Blair vaguely remembered Rafe going on about Bigfoot, but his brain
remained stuck on one fact. He was
going back to Cascade. Cascade…
“Sandburg! Earth to
Sandburg!” called a voice.
“Hmm? What?” he asked,
looking around, startled out of his thoughts.
Rafe, sitting across the aisle from him, laughed.
“Wake up partner. We’re starting to land.”
Blair quickly shut the file, put it back in his briefcase and fastened
his seatbelt, but was not quite ready to get to Cascade.
FBI Field Office
Friday, September 20th
After claiming their luggage and renting a car, Rafe and Blair drove
straight to the field office. Blair
had been unusually quiet the entire ride and seemed preoccupied with something.
But Rafe didn’t press. Blair
would talk to him when he was ready.
Upon their arrival at the office, Rafe went to find the SAC, Agent
Keller, to report in while Blair went in search of a vending machine.
Airplane food left much to be desired.
As he walked down the hallway, he glanced furtively from side to side,
looking in office windows. The
butterflies were now the size of bats. Maybe
he wouldn’t be here....
All thoughts abruptly ceased as a man turned the corner at the far end
of the hallway, coming towards him.
He was here.
Special Agent Jim Ellison came around the corner and stopped dead in his
tracks at the sight of the lone man in the hallway with him.
//Blair...// Jim’s breath
whooshed out of his lungs. He had
found out last night that he would be escorting Blair and Matthew Rafe up the
mountain, but he still wasn’t prepared to see him.
It had been five months since he’d seen Blair.
Five months since he’d been to Washington, D.C.
Five months since they’d brought each other to the heights of ecstasy
in his hotel room.
They’d had one glorious weekend together before he’d had to return
to Cascade. They had promised to
make this work, and the blue eyed, curly haired man had ensconced himself deep
in his heart.
They tried. They really
did. Phone calls and emails every
day for the first month, but then life got in the way. He was constantly up in the mountains and Blair was
constantly running across the continent. Soon,
the phone calls and emails had stopped altogether.
They were both to blame. It
had been a little over two months since they’d last spoken.
Just as he was about to speak, Rafe came around the opposite corner,
“Sandburg. There you
are,” Rafe called out.
Blair jumped as though he’d been shot and whirled to face his partner.
“Blair? You OK?” Rafe
questioned. At his nod Rafe looked
up and saw Jim standing in the hallway. With
a smile, Rafe stuck out his hand and started walking toward him.
“Agent Ellison. Nice to
see you again.”
Jim returned the handshake and smile.
“Same here, Rafe. Welcome back to my corner of the world.
I only wish it were under better circumstances.”
“So do I, believe me. I
understand you’re going to be escorting us up to the cabin we’ll be using as
“That’s right. I hope
you remembered to pack your long underwear, Rafe.
It’s cold where we’re headed. And we’d better get moving, for two
reasons. First, if whoever is doing
this stays on schedule, we’ll have another dead body come Monday morning and
another missing hunter. And
secondly, I just got the weather report and it doesn’t look good. There’s a snowstorm rolling in that’ll be here in a few
hours. I want to be safely tucked
away in the cabin before it hits. I
was up there this morning and all the supplies are up there already.”
“Damn,” Rafe muttered. “Do me a favor, Jim? Take Blair up to the cabin now.
We’ve got our luggage in the car.
Your SAC told me the pertinent reports were taken up to the cabin this
morning, too. He’d like us to get
started right away. But Agent
Keller also told me they brought in a couple of guys who may have seen
something. He wants me to talk with
them. Can I have another of your
men drive me up when I’m done?”
Jim flicked his gaze from Rafe to Blair and made eye contact.
His heart leapt at the possibility of being alone with Blair for a while.
He turned his attention back to Rafe. “Of course.
Agent Beecher can take you, but I’d make it fast if I were you.
I don’t want you stranded out in the middle of nowhere when the snow
“Don’t worry about me,” Rafe said with a grin.
“Just have the hot chocolate waiting.”
With that he turned and walked back to Blair.
“Blair, are you OK?” he asked quietly.
“You seem a little out of it today.”
“I’m fine, Matt. Really.
Just tired. Go get started
with your witnesses and I’ll head up to the cabin with Ji--, with Agent
Ellison.” He had never told Rafe
that Jim had come to Washington the weekend he went to visit his mother and that
they had tried to start a relationship. And he didn’t plan to tell him now.
“OK then. I’ll see you
in a few hours.” And with that he
was gone, leaving the two lovers in the same spots he’d found them in.
Jim and Blair removed Blair’s luggage from the rental car and loaded
it into Jim’s 4-wheel drive jeep, not saying more than two words to one
another, but stealing glances as often as they could without the other noticing.
When they were on their way, they both decided to break the silence at
the same time.
They laughed together for a moment before Jim said, “Please, you
Blair looked over at his traveling companion, his lover of one weekend.
Jim really hadn’t changed in the five months since he’d last seen
him. His hair was a little longer,
his eyes were still crystal blue pools that he could lose himself in and his
well-built physique showed he was still the survival training instructor and
spent his time outdoors. Blair
reached over and laid a hand on Jim’s leg.
“I’ve missed you, Jim,” he said quietly, sincerely.
Jim covered Blair’s hand with his own and smiled broadly, his heart
swelling. “Same here, Blair. Same
They still didn’t know where they stood with one another and had so
much to talk about, but the tension was broken. They chatted about safe subjects, like work, until they
noticed the change in the weather. It
had started to snow quite heavily and it was getting worse by the minute.
The storm had moved in early.
By the time they made it to the cabin, Jim was driving at a snail’s
pace and they could hardly see. They
quickly unloaded the luggage and tromped through eight inches of snow, most of
it fresh, to the cabin door and inside. The
relative warmth of the interior of the cabin was a welcome relief from the cold
Jim took Blair’s luggage and disappeared into a back room, leaving
Blair to take in his surroundings.
It was a large cabin, much larger than he had expected.
The main room would normally have been a living room of sorts, but half
of it was set up as the FBI’s base of operations for this case, with tables
and chairs, files and maps strewn about. The
other half contained a single, large couch facing a fireplace along one wall.
Taking off his jacket and shaking the snow from his hair, Blair stepped
farther inside the cabin. Four
rooms branched off the main one. Two
were bedrooms, one a bathroom and the other was a small kitchen.
Jim emerged from one of the bedrooms and headed to the short-wave radio
on one of the tables.
“I’m calling down to the office,” he said over his shoulder.
“I want to tell Rafe not to attempt to come up here.
They’d never make it.”
Blair’s heart lodged somewhere in the vicinity of his throat.
He and Jim would be spending the night together, alone, in a snowbound
cabin. It was suddenly quite warm
in the cabin.
“—Yeah Rafe, it’s Ellison,” Jim was saying. “Glad I caught you. Looks
like you’ll need to find a hotel in Cascade.
The storm’s already here in full force.
Nobody’s getting up the mountain tonight.”
“OK, then,” came Rafe’s voice through the speaker.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow. And
Ellison, take good care of my partner.”
Jim turned and looked directly into Blair’s eyes as he answered,
“Absolutely,” then turned off the radio.
They remained that way, gazes locked, each thinking of the night to
come, until Blair finally looked away, his cheeks burning.
Jim hid a grin as Blair cleared his throat and turned and walked over to
the nearest table, throwing his jacket on the chair there.
But when he picked up the first file on the case, Jim sighed and went to
stand by his side. Jim pointedly
looked at his watch, making sure Blair noticed, then took the file from his
grasp. Before Blair could protest,
he said, “It’s after hours, Agent Sandburg.
And it’s been a long day. Relax.
I’m going to start up the fire. Why
don’t you unpack?”
With a sigh and a tired smile, Blair ran a hand through his damp hair.
“I guess you’re right. I could
really use a shower.”
Jim chuckled as he lit the logs in the fireplace.
“Sorry, no shower. You’ll have to make due with one of those big,
old-fashioned tubs.” He stood,
walked over to Blair and leaned in close to whisper seductively, “Need someone
to wash your back?”
Blair’s first thought was to give a flippant remark back to him, as
was his habit from being around Rafe when he made remarks like that to him.
But this wasn’t Rafe. This
was an incredibly handsome man whom he missed very much.
And whose presence was putting his hormones in overdrive.
Jim watched the play of emotions cross Blair’s face as he waited for
his response. He could tell his
first instinct was to laugh it off but now he was giving it considerable
thought. They still hadn’t
discussed how to proceed with their relationship.
Hell, he didn’t even know if Blair wanted one anymore.
He could already be seeing someone else for all he knew.
It suddenly occurred to him how important his answer was.
“Yes, I do believe I require some assistance, Agent Ellison,” Blair
breathed, leaning in even closer and closing his eyes.
That was all Jim needed to hear. He
brought one hand up to caress the side of Blair’s face, then gently pulled his
head towards his own. Their lips
met for the first time in five months and the memories of their weekend together
in D.C. came flooding back. The
kiss quickly went from tender to urgent, both expressing their longing for each
other in that first kiss, pouring out their heartfelt emotions.
Blair put his hands on Jim’s chest and pushed him backwards into the
wall behind him. Jim wrapped his
arms around Blair and crushed him against his body, neither breaking the kiss.
As their tongues did battle, Blair pressed himself against Jim, feeling a
hardness against his belly and a fire building inside his own. Jim groaned at the contact and broke the kiss, his entire
body throbbing with his desire for Blair. He looked down at Blair’s passion
filled face, his lips moist, pink and puffy from their kisses.
He’d missed Blair so much…
Jim took Blair’s hand and strode across the main room, heading for the
couch; pausing only to flick the main light switch to OFF and plunge the cabin
into darkness, except for the light from the fireplace.
He sat Blair down on the couch then kneeled between his legs on the plush
bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. He
ran his hands up Blair’s denim-clad legs to his waist, then slipped them under
Blair’s flannel shirt to feel his hot skin beneath.
Blair closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure, letting his head fall back
against the couch. He’d missed Jim so much…
Jim’s hands continued their explorations, roaming higher, past
Blair’s belly to rub against dusky nipples hidden in soft chest hair.
Blair arched his back at the touch and pressed himself into Jim’s
palms. Jim squeezed gently,
encouraging the nubs to hard peaks, before slowly slipping his hands out from
under Blair’s shirt.
Blair opened his eyes and raised his head to look questioningly at Jim,
desire written across his features. Jim
simply smiled and raised shaking hands up to the first button of Blair’s
shirt. Each button was slowly
undone and Blair was practically squirming with impatience by the time the last
button slipped free. Jim put his
hands on Blair’s shoulders and he sat up slightly to allow him to push the
material off. Jim sucked in a
breath as the soft flannel slipped from Blair’s shoulders. Jim’s back was to
the fire, casting Blair’s body in shadow.
He shifted slightly to the side to bathe Blair in firelight. It transformed him into an angel with fiery hair.
It was a breathtaking sight and Jim’s voice was husky with desire when
he spoke, an echo of five months ago.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Blair smiled at the words, sat up and reached out a hand to lay it on
the side of Jim’s face, words escaping him at the moment.
Jim turned his face to place a kiss on Blair’s palm, then urged him
forward to sit on the edge of the couch. Jim
wrapped his arms around Blair’s waist and drew him closer.
Jim closed his eyes and inhaled Blair’s scent, a mixture of shampoo,
bath soap and the outdoors. It was uniquely Blair and he loved it.
Drawing back slightly, he gazed deep into Blair’s eyes before once
again covering his mouth with his own. Blair gave a small moan at the contact
and reached up to thread his fingers through Jim’s short hair. The kiss was
deep and passionate, stoking the flames of desire in them both. Blair finally
pulled back, breathing hard.
“Jim...please...” he gasped.
Jim gave one last suckle on Blair’s bottom lip then looked up at him,
understanding. As Jim attempted to straighten up, Blair grabbed two fistfuls of
his t-shirt and yanked it over his head. Now
Blair was in charge. It was his
Blair ran his hands over Jim’s smooth, muscular chest, loving the feel
of his hot flesh beneath his palms. Jim
sighed and let his eyes drift closed, but they sprang open a moment later when
he felt Blair’s tongue flick over one of his flat nipples.
Turnabout was fair play. Blair smiled up at him before raining hot kisses
over his upper body.
Giving Jim a playful shove, Blair toppled him over onto his back atop
the bearskin rug, then sat astride his hips.
He could feel Jim’s hardness through his jeans and he pressed himself
downward just as Jim grasped his hips and thrust upwards.
They both cried out at the sensation.
Keeping a firm grasp on Blair’s hips, Jim pressed him down more firmly
on his erection as Blair began to rock his hips back and forth, creating sweet
friction between their bodies.
Just when Jim thought he could stand no more, Blair slid farther
backwards and started fumbling with his jeans zipper. Jim needed no further urging.
In a burst of frenzied passion, the remainder of their clothing was
quickly discarded. Their only goal was to press themselves against the other’s
naked body. The goal was swiftly
Jim flipped Blair over onto his back and covered his body with his own
before his mouth descended upon his. This
time the kiss was slow, sexy; filled with promises of things to come.
Blair’s blood hummed in his veins.
He never felt more alive than when he was in Jim’s arms.
This time…this time he would not let him get away.
His heart couldn’t take it.
As Jim’s tongue did slow, erotic battle with Blair’s, he marveled
that Fate had seen fit to bring this man back into his life.
And he swore to himself that this time…this time he would not let him
get away. His heart couldn’t take
Soon, Blair began to squirm beneath him, rubbing his body against
Jim’s already sensitized flesh and running his hands up and down his back.
Jim jerked and groaned against Blair’s mouth as Blair reached between
their bodies and took him in his hand. He
broke the kiss and shifted slightly as Blair’s hands began to stroke him.
Jim dipped his head down to nuzzle behind Blair’s ear and place hot
kisses along the smooth column of his neck.
Blair quickened the pace and Jim found himself closing his eyes and
rocking his hips in tempo with Blair’s strokes.
He was close, so close.....
“Blair, love,” he panted, “please…not yet.”
Blair smiled mischievously up at him and gave him one final stroke
before releasing him and raising his head to capture Jim’s mouth once more.
Jim shifted back to cover Blair’s body with his; his hot, hard length
resting against Blair’s thigh. As
their kisses became more passionate, urgent, Jim began to rock his hips,
pressing himself against Blair, feeling an answering hardness against his own
Finally, Blair could take no more.
He needed to feel Jim inside him, to make him whole, complete.
He tore his mouth from Jim’s and pleaded, “Please, Jim…make love to
It was all Jim could do to control himself and not take Blair hard and
fast, so excited was he. Instead, he took a deep breath, stood up, made his way
quickly to the bathroom and returned with a container of hand lotion. In a few
minutes, Blair’s body was ready and Jim slowly entered him, drawing out the
experience, and the pleasure, for as long as possible.
Hot, wet and tight, Blair fit Jim like a glove.
Jim again fought for control, wanting to explode the moment Blair
accepted his full length. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he ground out,
“God, Blair…don’t you dare move.”
And at that moment, Blair wouldn’t have moved for all the money in the
world, drowning in the sensations Jim was creating. For a long minute they remained that way; Blair’s body
stretched taut around Jim’s hardened, throbbing member until Jim slowly moved
his hips backwards, sliding his length almost out of Blair. Blair whimpered in protest, lifting his legs to wrap them
around Jim’s waist and draw him back in.
And that’s all it took to start the ages-old rhythm.
While they moved against each other, Blair’s hands roamed over Jim’s
back and chest while Jim’s mouth roamed over Blair’s nipples. As
Blair lifted his hips and met Jim thrust for thrust, their passion-filled moans
were interrupted only by their passion-filled kisses.
Jim quickened the pace and their breaths came in short gasps as he slid
faster and faster in and out of Blair’s silken heat. Jim briefly squeezed his
eyes shut as the pressure in his groin built and built, demanding release.
“Blair…Blair…” he repeated softly over and over, in time with
Blair’s own body demanded release as well. He felt himself drawing closer and closer to the pinnacle,
without Jim ever touching his cock. Jim
could feel Blair’s body tightening around him and knew he was as close as he
“Jim…please, now,” Blair pleaded.
Jim captured Blair’s mouth with his for a deep, hard kiss before
pulling back to reach between their bodies and stroke him. Blair flew apart at his touch.
He came explosively, arching his back and crying out as his body
contracted in spasms around Jim’s cock.
As Blair’s body convulsed around him, milking him, Jim finally lost
all control. With a low cry, he
drove into Blair one last time and came in an explosive, warm gush.
They rode the waves of ecstasy together for what seemed like an
eternity, before slowly coming back to themselves. A fine sheen of perspiration coated their bodies, breaths
still coming in short pants. They
kissed softly, tenderly, pouring out their love for one another in that simple
Jim broke the kiss and brushed a lock of sweat-dampened hair from
Blair’s flushed face.
“I love you, Blair. I
love you so much,” he whispered.
Blair had tears in his eyes when he spoke. “I love you, too, and I’m not letting you get away from
Jim smiled down at him. “We
already know how hard it’ll be. Are you up to the challenge?” he teased.
“You bet I am,” Blair replied, reaching up to wrap his arms around
Jim’s neck. “What’s that
saying? ‘You don’t know what
you’ve got till it’s gone’? Truer
words were never spoken.” Blair
shifted beneath Jim and smiled. “I
seem to recall you offering to wash my back.
Does the offer still stand?”
Jim chuckled. “I’m at
your service, sir.”
They disentangled themselves from one another and before Blair knew it,
he was being pulled to his feet and ushered off to the bathroom.
Blair took Jim’s hand as they walked down the hallway, threw back his
head and laughed with pure joy. Jim’s
answering laugh mixed with his and reverberated throughout the cabin as they
reached the bathroom and closed the door behind them.
And outside, the snow fell silently beneath a full moon, cocooning the
lovers inside the cabin with warmth and love.
Federal Bureau of Investigations
Friday, October 7th
Blair picked up the receiver of his phone as it began ringing, never
taking his eyes off the case file of the current X-File he and Matt were working
“Sandburg,” he answered distractedly.
Blair looked up and swiveled his chair so that his back was to his
partner. “Hey, yourself,” he
replied quietly with a smile.
Matthew Rafe looked up with a smirk from the file he had been reading.
Gee, two guesses as to who that
was on the phone. He shook his head
and looked back down at the file.
“So how’s my favorite G-man today?”
“Up to my nose in paperwork, wrapping up our Cascade case,” Blair
answered. “Thanks again for helping Matt and I catch that psycho out in your
“Hey, it was my pleasure to hunt that nutcase down and throw him
behind bars,” Jim responded. “So…how ‘bout I whisk you away from all
“And just how do you plan on doing that, Mr. Survival Training
Instructor? You are in Cascade,
“For the time being, yes. Do you have any vacation time you can take
Blair fiddled with his pen as he thought. “Yeah, I’ve got some time.
Just what are you up to, Jim?”
Jim chuckled, sending a small shiver of pleasure up Blair’s spine.
“Who me?” he asked innocently. “I
just thought you might like to go to Chicago.”
Now Blair was really confused. “Chicago?
In October? Gee...how
romantic,” he said jokingly.
“Now just think about it a minute,” Jim replied.
“What’s going on in Chicago in October?”
The light bulb finally went on over Blair’s head.
“OH MY GOD!” he cried, scaring Rafe, causing him to slosh his coffee
out of the mug he had been holding. The
hot liquid landed on his leg and he jumped up, yelling.
Blair spun around at Rafe’s yelp of pain. “Matt! Are
you—“ he slapped his hand over his mouth to stop a laugh at the sight of his
partner standing up with a wet stain on his suit pants and an annoyed expression
on his face.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Matt,” Blair said with laughter in his voice.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Rafe flicked one of his hands, sending coffee droplets flying all over
his desk. “That’s OK,” he
said with a sigh. “I was feeling
an urge to get up and go to the bathroom, anyway.”
And with a last flick, he left the office.
Blair turned back to the phone. “Sorry,
Jim. Rafe had a minor coffee
Jim just laughed. “I take it you figured out what I was talking
“God, Jim, you don’t have tickets to the World Series do you?!”
“No wonder you became an FBI
agent with those powers of deduction,” he teased. “That’s right, the Chicago Cubs vs. the Boston Red Sox at
Wrigley Field next week. Interested?”
“Of course I am! Are you
going to tell me how you got the tickets?”
“Nope. A man has to have some
secrets, doesn’t he?” he said with a smile.
“I’ve already made reservations at a very special place for our first
night’s stay. And before you ask,
no, I’m not going to tell you where. Just
fly in on the 15th and I’ll pick you up at O’Hare.
And don’t forget your Cubs hat.”
“This is unbelievable! I
love you, you know.”
“I know,” Jim replied sincerely.
“I’ve got to get running, so call me with your flight info.”
“OK, I will. See you in a
few days. Bye.”
Blair hung up the phone, still in a bit of shock.
He was going to see the Cubs in the World Series!
That Jim, he never forgot anything, did he?
Blair sighed and leaned back in his chair, letting memories of his
childhood wash over him.....
With Naomi being the free spirit that she was, they were constantly on
the move. Usually with his mother following some man from state to state. And
that’s what happened when he was eleven years old. Naomi fell in love with a sailor stationed at the Great Lakes
Naval Base in Illinois, not too far outside Chicago. Well, it seemed everyone on the base was a Chicago Cubs fan.
Blair soon became an avid fan himself.
He lost track of the number of times he went with his mother’s
boyfriend to see a game at Wrigley Field. Blair
loved everything about that ballpark. From
the hot dogs to Harry Carrey’s “Take me out to the ballgame” in the
seventh inning stretch, to the players, to the thrill of watching his adopted
team win. It was four years of his
childhood he’d never forget.
Rafe knew none of this about him. He
wasn’t sure why, but he knew he’d laugh at his sentimental devotion to a
But Jim knew. He’d told
him about it, among other things, that night they were snowbound in a cabin in
the Olympic National Forest. After
their candlelit bath they lay intertwined on the bearskin rug in front of a
roaring fire pouring out details of their lives to each other. Learning
everything they could about the person they loved.
And Jim remembered about the Cubs.
Actually, it seemed the entire country was talking about Chicago’s
miraculous season. No one could
believe they were in the World Series. It
was Chicago history in the making and Blair was going to be there to see it
One week later
Blair hated flying. Ever since that first disastrous case with Rafe, the
slightest bit of turbulence sent his heart racing.
And it never failed, whatever flight he was on was always delayed.
Today was no exception. Heavy
rains had all but shut down Dulles and now he was three hours late.
Which meant he and Jim couldn’t go to that “special place” before
the game started. The city was in
total chaos because of the World Series; traffic would be a nightmare, they’d
be lucky to get there before the first inning began.
So here he was, jogging down the airplane ramp, Cubs cap on with his
auburn curls pulled through the back into a ponytail, searching for Jim.
And there he was.
They hadn’t seen each other in a month - living thousands of miles
apart made dating difficult - and Blair’s eyes drank in the sight of him.
Jim’s entire face lit up the moment he caught sight of Blair.
He was stunning, even in a hat, baseball jersey and jeans.
He opened his arms and Blair eagerly moved into them, molding his body to
Jim’s as they hugged each other tightly, oblivious to the stares of those
Jim tapped the tip of Blair’s nose and gently admonished him,
Blair poked him in the ribs. “Blame
Jim smiled as he put his hand possessively at the small of Blair’s
back and started leading them towards the exit. “Come on G-Man, Wrigley Field
Home of the Chicago Cubs
2 hours later
They were here. Finally.
Jim had rented a car and traffic had indeed been a nightmare, but they
paid an astronomical price and parked in the McDonald’s lot right across from
the ballpark. The entire area was a
teeming mass of people. Vendors were everywhere, hawking everything from peanuts
to hats to shirts to inflatable bats. Excitement
was in the air. After all, it was
the seventh and final game of the Series. Boston had turned out to be a worthy opponent, and tonight
would decide who was the best. Blair
was betting it would be the Cubs.
Jim grabbed Blair’s hand and they maneuvered their way across the
street to the main gate. Blair felt
like he was eleven again, holding onto Naomi’s hand, and he never stopped
Jim led the way through the gate, where they each picked up their free
gift: Cubs floppy hats for everyone! Blair
already had a hat on, but Jim plopped his on his head, looking incredibly goofy.
Their seats were excellent, first row along the third base line, prime
territory for foul balls. Blair
could only wonder how in the world Jim got his hands on these tickets.
With only minutes to game time, the crowd was on its feet, yelling and
cheering for their Cubs. With a
unanimous cry of, “Go Cubs!” Jim
and Blair joined in, full force.
Several hours later
The game turned out to be incredible and Blair couldn’t remember the
last time he’d had so much fun. He
and Jim stuffed themselves on Chicago dogs, peanuts and ice cream, cheering for
their team between mouthfuls. Neither
caught a foul ball, though Jim lunged for one and nearly fell out of his seat
and onto the field.
The game itself had its ups and downs, with the Cubs struggling through
the first five innings and down by two runs.
But they perked back up and it was all tied up heading into the seventh
inning stretch. Harry Carrey’s
“Take me out to the ballgame” had the crowd on its feet, Jim and Blair
singing along at the top of their lungs. It
seemed to inspire the Cubs, because they came out swinging and chalked up
another run right away. They held
onto their lead till the top of the ninth, when Boston’s first baseman hit a
solo home run. The crowd, with the
exception of the Boston fans, was eerily silent until the last Boston out, one
This was it. Crunch time
for the Cubs. One run and they’d
win the World Series. They were on
the last man in the batting order, Damien Miller, the catcher. The crowd was behind him, but a high, pop fly ended up to be
the first out. Top of the order
now, Moises Alou up to bat. A smash line drive just past the reach of the first
baseman and the Cubs had a man on base.
The fans surged to their feet as Sammy Sosa stepped up to the plate.
He took his time, looking for the right pitch as the count went to three
and two. Sammy put everything he had into the next swing.
Bat and ball connect and…
…it might be…
…it could be…
Cubs win! Cubs win!
Absolute pandemonium broke out as the Cubs swarmed out of the dugout to
tackle Sammy as he came across home plate.
The fans went crazy, some trying to get out onto the field as fireworks
exploded in brilliant colors overhead in the starry sky.
The roar was deafening as thousands of people yelled and clapped when the
Cubs took their victory lap around the field.
Jim and Blair were cheering just as loudly as everyone else was, with
Blair bursting at the seams with happiness.
They stayed for quite some time, celebrating with everyone, before making
their way out of the park. The
scene outside mirrored the one inside: a sea of people as far as the eye could
see, up and down Clark Street. News
reporters were everywhere; NBC, CBS, ABC, ESPN, SportsChannel, and of course
FOX, who was televising the game. The
famous Wrigley Field marquee said it all: Chicago Cubs—World Series Champions.
This victory would be talked about for some time to come.
For once, the Chicago police were on the ball.
They had blocked off streets to pedestrian traffic so that people could
leave the various parking lots easily. Once
Jim and Blair made it to the rental car, they were able to drive from the
ballpark without too much difficulty.
Blair was still beside himself with joy, squirming in his seat.
“God, Jim, I still can’t believe it!
I never thought I’d see this day.”
Jim chuckled. “You and a
lot of other people, seeing as how the Cubs have played in years past.”
Blair leaned over to put his head on Jim’s shoulder.
“How can I ever thank you for this?”
Jim took one hand off the wheel to run it slowly up Blair’s thigh, a
twinkle in his eye. “Oh, I’m
sure we can think of something.”
Blair playfully batted Jim’s hand away. “Now, now, Horny Agent Jim.
Both hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. We’ll discuss payback when we arrive wherever it is we’re
Jim smiled. “I’m gonna
hold you to that.”
“I’ll see that you do.”
One hour later
Jim pulled off the highway in front of a lighted sign that read The
Sybaris and announced, “We’re here.”
“The Sybaris?” Blair
questioned. “Never heard of
“A friend of mine told me about it.
It’s supposed to be the ultimate romantic getaway.
This place is so popular you can only stay one night. Ah,
here’s the office. Stay here
while I check us in,” Jim said as he stopped the car and got out.
As Jim went inside the office, Blair looked out the car windows.
It was pitch black out, being after 11 p.m., so he couldn’t see much.
But what he did see sort of surprised him.
He expected this place to be a hotel, but it looked like a bunch of
individual cottages of different sizes.
Jim came back then and handed Blair a set of keys as he got back in the
car. “OK, we’re all set.
Cottage number 852, right down this road,” he said, then put the car in
A short time later they pulled up in front of their unit and Blair
marveled at its size as he got out of the car.
“My God, Jim, this must be the biggest cottage here!”
Jim laughed. “Only the
best for my favorite FBI agent. Come
on, let’s go in.”
If Blair thought the outside was impressive, the inside took his breath
The cottage was two floors, the entire bottom floor being a large indoor
heated pool complete with a slide that started on the top floor and a connected
whirlpool in the shape of a heart. There were tropical plants everywhere, giving
the room the look and feel of a mini-oasis.
The top floor was a giant glass-enclosed bedroom with a bathroom, sauna
and fireplace. The bed was a
king-size waterbed, with a stereo system right next to it.
Jim leaned over and whispered in Blair’s ear, “Well, what do you
“Paradise,” he breathed.
“Let’s go upstairs, shall we?” he said as he started for the
“Shouldn’t we get our bags out of the car first?” Blair asked.
“Something tells me we won’t be needing any clothes for awhile,”
he answered with an arched eyebrow as he continued up the stairs.
Jim pushed the bedroom door open, turned, hooked Blair by the waist and
practically tossed the smaller man the remaining foot onto the bed. Blair landed
with a laugh and a ‘splosh’ as the water in the bed shifted.
With a growl, Jim launched himself onto the bed, too, pinning Blair
beneath him, eliciting another laugh from him.
Jim reached down and pulled the Cubs cap from Blair’s head, freeing his
hair to his touch. With a flick of his wrist, the hat ended up halfway across
the room. Blair sighed and closed
his eyes as Jim threaded his fingers through his long hair.
“Like that?” Jim whispered.
“Mm-hmm...” Blair sighed.
“Well how ‘bout this?” Jim asked before dipping his head and
kissing Blair deeply, passionately.
Blair kissed him back with equal passion, reaching up to wrap his arms
around Jim’s waist and pull him down to rest his full weight on him.
Blair felt Jim’s arousal and pulled him more tightly against himself,
moaning softly into the kiss.
Jim pressed himself into Blair’s warm body, wanting to crawl inside
his skin. It’d been a long time
since they’d been together, but hopefully very soon they wouldn’t have to go
so long between visits.
Blair shifted beneath him, interrupting his thoughts. He broke the kiss
to gaze into his sparkling blue eyes.
“I’ve missed you,” Blair whispered.
Jim shifted so that he lay next to Blair, one arm and one leg still
draped across Blair’s body. He
laid his head on Blair’s shoulder.
“God, Blair, I’ve missed you, too.”
Then he started fiddling with the top button of Blair’s baseball
jersey. “I think it’s time we discussed that payback.”
“And just what did you have in mind?” Blair asked with a smile.
“Oh...something like this,” Jim answered, then proceeded to slowly
unbutton Blair’s jersey. He moved
so that he was above Blair once more, sitting lightly on Blair’s thighs.
Then he grasped the edges of Blair’s shirt and pulled it open.
Jim laid his hands flat on Blair’s stomach then ran them up his body,
stopping to brush the pads of his thumbs across Blair’s nipples.
Blair closed his eyes and arched his back into Jim’s touch.
Jim gently squeezed, feeling Blair’s nipples become erect at the
pressure. Jim’s own arousal was becoming more apparent by the second,
straining against the front of his jeans. He
wanted to make love to Blair here and now, but he fought to control the urge.
He had other plans first. He
moved his hands again, using his thumbs and forefingers to tease the hardened
peaks hidden in the soft chest hair.
“Jim…please,” Blair breathed.
Jim leaned forward, resting his forearms on either side of Blair’s
head, then dipped his head to capture a nipple in his hot mouth.
Blair gasped at the sensation and Jim suckled until he had Blair worked
up into a frenzy. Blair’s hands slid under Jim’s waistband and tried to tug
Jim’s pants down, then roamed under Jim’s shirt to tease his own flat
nipples. Just when Jim thought
neither of them could take much more, he abruptly broke away and rolled off the
“Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!” he called, before sprinting
out of the bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went.
Blair, face flushed with passion, lay on the waterbed, dumbfounded at
Jim’s sudden departure. And by
the time he regained his senses and made it to the open bedroom door, Jim was
already climbing the short ladder to the top of the slide, dressed only in his
“Surf’s up!” he yelled, then hurdled himself down the wet slide.
He hit the water with a <SPLASH!> and resurfaced halfway across
“Hoooyahhh!” he called as he broke the surface, shaking his head
from side to side, flinging water droplets everywhere. “Get rid of those clothes and get in here!
The water’s great!”
Deciding to get back at Jim for leaving him lying there on the bed,
Blair proceeded to do a little strip tease for him, driving him crazy because he
couldn’t touch him. Clothes went
every which way, until Blair stood before him in all his glory.
Jim moved to the bottom of the slide and held his arms out toward Blair.
“Come here, babe,” he said with a smile.
Blair eagerly obliged him, sitting down on the slide and giving himself
a push. The water was warm and
Jim’s arms strong and secure when he reached the bottom. Jim hugged Blair to him and gave him a kiss before
unceremoniously dunking him under the water.
Blair came up sputtering, pushing wet curls out of his eyes.
That did it. Time for a splash fight.
For the next ten minutes it was an all out war.
Water flew everywhere and by the time they called a truce, Jim and Blair
were laughing so hard they could barely catch their breath.
Blair swam up to Jim and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”
“You think it’s been good so far?
Well, we haven’t reached the climax yet,” Jim said with a wink and a
“Ooh, you. What am I
going to do with you?” Blair laughed.
“How about kiss me senseless?” Jim offered.
“Now that I can do,” Blair
whispered, then pulled Jim’s head down and captured his mouth with his own.
Their tongues did heated battle while their hands wandered up and down
each other’s bodies, remembering the feel of one another.
Their desire was escalating once more when Blair reached between their
bodies to stroke Jim’s rigid cock. Jim jerked at the touch and broke away
momentarily, only to return to run kisses up and down Blair’s neck.
Blair’s hand moved surely up and down Jim’s silky hardness, knowing
the exact tempo it took to take Jim to the edge.
Jim began to sway against Blair as he increased the pace, his small moans
driving his own passion higher.
“Blair...Blair...not now, not yet...”
Jim stepped back, away from Blair’s touch, and struggled to control
his breathing. //Damn, he was good. Hmm, well turnabout is fair play// he thought.
He stepped toward Blair once more then reached beneath the surface of
the water to wrap an arm around him, right beneath his buttocks, then lifted him
out of the water. Before Blair
could say a word, Jim’s mouth had claimed his nipple. First one, then the other, received a tongue lavishing, till
both peaks were tight nubs. He took
one and sandwiched it between two of his fingers, enjoying the small wanting
sounds that issued from Blair’s throat each time he applied the merest
pressure to his nipple. Then he
took it in his mouth once more. His
tongue circled and stroked and teased until Blair’s hands were clutching at
his shoulders and his own body was burning like a furnace.
“Jim...make love to me, Jim,” Blair whispered.
Jim nodded wordlessly and began carrying him toward the ladder at the
edge of the pool.
Blair shook his head. “No...here...in
Jim had never heard anything more erotic in his life and his pulse leapt
in his veins. Nodding again, he
continued to the side of the pool, turning Blair around so that his back was to
him. Jim reached between their
bodies to stroke Blair’s opening, slipping his finger slowly into Blair, to
find him hot, tight and ready for him. Blair
cried out as Jim probed him, pushing backwards onto Jim’s finger, seeking
more. Jim let his finger slide
slowly in and out, adding another finger, stretching his lover, preparing him,
listening to Blair’s whimpers of passion until the tightening in his own groin
became too much to bear. He settled one hand on Blair’s hip then guided
himself into Blair ever so slowly, drawing out the moment as long as possible,
till he was buried inside Blair to the hilt, and they both cried out at the
Jim braced his hands on the edge of the pool, draped over Blair’s
back, then began to move against Blair, drawing out almost completely before
sliding his hot length back in. He
couldn’t get enough of Blair, couldn’t get deep enough inside him. And Blair couldn’t get enough of Jim, either, matching him
thrust for thrust as Jim increased the tempo, thrusting deeper and deeper.
As they moved together again and again, their cries of ecstasy
reverberated throughout the cottage as the waves their bodies created splashed
water over the side of the pool.
Soon, Jim could feel Blair’s body tightening around him, and he knew
Blair was close to the edge. He changed tempo, feeling his own body responding
to the sweet friction they were creating, and realized he was almost at the
“Oh, God, Blair...Blair...now,” he panted.
And with that, he wrapped his arms around Blair’s waist and plunged
himself once...twice...three times...burying himself as deep as he possibly
could, hitting the sweet spot, reaching around Blair’s body to grasp his
straining cock and pumping just one time.
They came almost at the same instant.
Jim first, pumping himself into Blair’s depths, then Blair himself,
convulsing around him in waves of pleasure, their cries of love mingling
Sated, they sagged against each other, with Jim slipping slowly from
Blair’s body. Blair moaned at the loss and turned to face Jim.
“I love you,” they both said at the same time, then smiled and
Jim helped Blair out of the pool, and once upstairs they dried each
other off tenderly, lovingly, with white, fluffy towels, then crawled into bed
after Jim lit a fire in the fireplace.
Snuggled up together spoon-style, Blair started to drift off to sleep,
but Jim had one more thing to say.
“Blair...I’ve requested to be put back on active Field Agent
“You did? But why?
I thought you loved doing survival training.”
“I do, but I love you more. Which
is why I also put in a request for transfer…to Washington, DC.”
Blair twisted to look at him as he continued.
“I’ll know soon if my requests have been approved.
Blair, I can’t take being thousands of miles apart anymore. And I know
you’d never give up your life in D.C. to transfer to Cascade, which is fine by
me. I know how important your work
is to you.”
Blair was momentarily speechless. “You’d
do all that for me? I don’t know
what to say.”
“Just say you love me and I’ll know I did the right thing,” Jim
There were tears in Blair’s eyes as he spoke the words Jim so longed
“I love you.”