Blair searched the crowd for signs of Jim. He knew that his partner had gone with Miguel to the P.D, but he'd said that he would be back as soon as he could.
The young man was already tired of this party. He just desperately wanted to go home and get out of these damned shoes. Sit down on the sofa with Jim, curl up in his arms and fall into those eyes never to climb out again. He noticed Fletcher the Hawk-man still hanging around, eyeing him hungrily and decided to try to get lost in the crowd. As he pushed his way through the milling people, all of whom seemed to be discussing Jim in one context or another, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure. Jim Ellison, coming on all big- eyed and wide- smiled to that thirty eight D cup. Blair fumed, <Just look at his body language,> he thought angrily,< he's almost screaming 'take me I'm yours'. Well, he ain't lady……he's *mine*> he watched as Jim reached out and touched her arm as she giggled and flirted with him. "That is it!" Blair decided. He stamped across the room angrily, "Can I have a word with you, " he said eyeing the young woman dangerously.
Jim's shocked expression would have made him laugh, if he hadn't felt *so* pissed-off. He grabbed Jim by the lapel, and dragged him away, "Come with me, Romeo,"
"Romeo…… Sandburg…what the….?" Jim said with confusion.
Blair dragged him from the room, and into the corridor. Swinging open a closet door, he shoved the older man in, following and closing the door behind him. Still reeling, Jim merely stumbled in meekly. Blair pulled on the light cord, giving the claustrophobic little room an eerie glow.
"Sandburg, what the fu.."
"Shut up, Jim. Just for once, shut up, and let *me* talk." Blair ran his hand nervously over his tied back hair. This was the only outward-sign that his confidence was a sham, and merely a vehicle for his anger. He took a deep breath, " I'm tired of this cat and mouse game we've been playing for months. You tease me, taunt me, embarrass me, and you really seem to get off on it. Hell, you treat me like a….pet! Even Rafe and Brown think I'm some kind of….surrogate teddy bear!"
Jim's face dropped a little further, utter bewilderment written across it, "Sandburg…?"
"I'm not finished," Blair growled, eyeing his partner angrily, "We get it straight, here and now, where we stand, or I'm walking." Once again, his hand nervously stroked across his hair, "I'm attracted to you, and although I'm not sure when or *how* it happened, it did…."
"I know," Jim said quietly.
"…..and I'm having a real hard time coping with the way I feel about you, what with the teasing and the innuendo's an……" Blair suddenly stopped, Jim's words finally sinking in, "You what?"
"I know," Jim smiled.
"You *know*?" Blair's blue eye's widened, "You *know* how I feel about you?"
"Sandburg, you are many things, but subtle ain't one of 'em," Jim grinned, "I've *always* known."
"Then why didn't you *say* something?" Blair ranted, "Why did you let me go on *humiliating* myself? *How* did you know? *When* did you find out? How do you feel about it?…."
Jim reached out and grabbed Blair's arms, pulling him closer, he clapped one hand across the younger man's mouth, "What's with the questions, Sandburg? I thought this was supposed to be a mutual declaration of love, not an interrogation!"
Blair slowly peeled the big hand from his face, his shocked expression made Jim smile.
"A what?…..Mutual…..love?" he gasped breathlessly.
"Oh, so you don't *love* me? You're just looking for a quickie now and again?" Jim asked with mock hurt.
"Oh, God. NO," Blair said aghast, he still held tightly onto Jim's fingers, "I do…..I mean, I am….."
"Sandburg, you're breaking my fingers," Jim winced.
"Oh, shit. Sorry,man. Where was I?"
"Your own world, as usual," Jim smiled lovingly.
"Jim, I love you," Blair said.
"I know you do, you little jerk," Jim stroked Blair's face with his fingertips, sweeping them over his lips.
Suddenly, Blair launched himself at his partner with such force, that Jim was hurled backwards, cracking his head on the shelf behind. Blair's arms were flung around Jim's neck, pulling those long denied lips down to his level.
"Jeezus, Sandburg. Calm down a little, huh?" Jim implored as he rubbed his sore head.
"Oh, Jim," Blair breathed heavily as he made the first assault on his Sentinels lips. The older man wrapped his arms around the excitable little body, pulling him in close. Blair groaned as groins rubbed together and mouth's met hungrily.
Coming up for air, Jim gasped, "What is this? The rutting season for anthropologists?" he laughed.
"Oh, man. I want you so bad," Blair whispered.
"I know," Jim stroked his face gently, "No more than I want you, believe me," he swept a stray lock of hair that had escaped from the band at the nape of Blair's neck, back off his face tenderly, "I love you, Blair," he said in a whisper.
"Oh, God, Jim. Just shoot me now, I can die a happy man," Blair's smile illuminated the room.
"Not until I've had my wicked way with your body, I won't!" Jim grinned. An excited giggle escaped from the smaller man, as they moved closer for another kiss.
Suddenly, the door flew open, both men looked around in horror.
"Simon!" they said as one.
"What in God's name are you two *doing* in here?" he said irritably.
The two men looked at each other with horror.
"He zoned, " Blair obfuscated, "and I had to drag him in here….er….to bring him out of it."
"Oh, really?" Simon said, his eyebrows arched in disbelief, "And what do you call this 'new' method of bringing a Sentinel out of a zone out? The 'sleeping beauty' maneuver?"
Blair flushed furiously, opening and closing his mouth silently. With a feeling of desperation, he looked around at his partner, who wore the same red faced, 'please let the floor open up and swallow me' expression.
"Simon, I can exp….." Jim began.
"No, don't," Simon held up his hand, effectively bringing the conversation to an end, " If you two gentlemen would just like to 'come out of the closet' and get some goddamned work done, I'd be most obliged," he sighed, pushing the door closed behind him.
"Oh, man, that was like *so* embarrassing," Blair gasped.
"Tell me about it," Jim replied, "You know, Sandburg, you really should learn to control your urges."
"*My* urges!" Blair exclaimed, "I didn't see you doing much struggling."
"I didn't get a chance, you came at me like a Grizzly in the mating season," Jim said with a smile.
"Oh, and poor little you couldn't fight me off, right?"
"Well, no. It was a pretty traumatic moment, I can tell ya," Jim said with mock horror.
"I'm gonna show you 'traumatic' later on…" Blair said hotly, sliding his hand beneath Jim's dinner jacket, feeling the warmth seeping through the thin cotton shirt.
"Really?" Jim grinned, "Will I need my kevlar?"
"It *is* kinda sexy……maybe *just* your kevlar."
"Oh, Sandburg. You have *such* class," Jim smiled, sweeping the younger man up in his arms for one last kiss, "Let's go finish our job, then we can go home…."
"….For some *serious* sex!" Blair finished the sentence with a gleeful grin.
Jim looked down at him, an almost pained expression on his face, "What if I have a headache?"
"I'll find you an aspirin."
The whole embarrassing event was over, Mr. Smug Asshole was safe, the benefit was a success, Jim had been further humiliated in front of Cascade's rich and famous community, but everything was just perfect for one Blair Sandburg.
Blair slid his hand, oh so gently across Jim's thigh, at the same time, he licked and nibbled on his partner's right earlobe.
"Sandburg?" Jim said through a tight throat, "There are *two* important reasons why you shouldn't be doing this right now," he took a breath, "Firstly, I'm gonna crash the truck. Secondly, we have to return these suits tomorrow, and if they have any embarrassing stains on them, *you're* taking them in!"
"Aw, chill out, Jim," Blair grinned, "I'm just trying to discover your pleasure zones. I *so* want to lick you all over, kiss you, bite you, touch you,….."Blair paused, "then, I want you to fuck me senseless."
The truck swerved dangerously, as Blair's hand swept across Jim's groin.
"Blair!" Jim yelled.
"Nice and slow to start, then a long hard ride 'til morning," Blair whispered into the Sentinel's ear.
"One more word, Sandburg, and you're walking home," Jim demanded, his concentration severely strained by the overwhelming scent of his guide's pheromones, threatening to zone him out at any moment.
"So, Jim. How d'you feel about doggy style to start with?" Blair teased.
Jim almost choked, "Sandburg, I mean it!"
"Or across the back of the sofa?" Blair began to giggle helplessly at the expression on his partner's face, "Oh, man, you are *so* weak, " he gasped breathlessly.
"'Weak' huh? I'll show you weak, you little….." Jim gritted his teeth, as Blair's laughter filled the truck. "Where the hell am I going to get the energy to keep up with you?" he said under his breath.
"I'll buy you vitamins," Blair smiled, "or oysters, or chocolate, or any other damn aphrodisiac that'll keep you going."
"Oysters make me puke," Jim grimaced.
"Okay, scratch the oysters," Blair thought for a moment, " Jim?"
"Do you like….chocolate ice cream?"
"Sandburg?" Jim said as he turned off the trucks ignition, "Just behave yourself until we get into the apartment, okay?"
"Come on, Jim, what do you think I am?" Blair said with an air of abject innocence.
"Deranged?" Jim replied with a long-suffering glance in his partner's direction.
Blair hooted with laughter, following his roommate- soon to be lover into the building with a bounce.
Jim opened the loft door quietly. Behind him Blair was pacing and bouncing on the spot, like a hyperactive three-year old, who had consumed too many additives.
<This is it!> Blair thought, <Shit, why do I feel *so* nervous? This should be the happiest night of my life. Why do I keep getting the urge to turn around and run?> he glanced up at Jim with envy, <look at him. The guy is not *human*, he's so damn *calm*>
Suddenly, as if reading his thoughts, Jim turned around and smiled at him. *That* smile, the 'Ellison charm' smile. Blair felt his knees go weak.
"You okay, Chief?" Jim asked in a whisper.
"Yeah, great, fine, no problem,……great," Blair winced at the sound of his babbling voice, <I sound like a moron,> he thought painfully. But the look on Jim's face made him forget any doubts he may still of harboured. It was a look of such desire and love, that it made Blair gasp. Jim reached out and cupped the back of Blair's head with his hand, steering the younger man through the door first.
"What's this, Jim, chivalry?" Blair asked with a grin.
"No, Chief. I was thinking that if there's some half-crazed mad-man behind the door, he can hit you first," Jim smiled, entering the loft behind his partner and closing the door.
Blair laughed out loud. Turning suddenly he pulled Jim to him, desperate to look into those pale blue eyes, drink in that warm smile. "Jim?" he said tentatively.
"Would you laugh if I told you something *really* dumb?" Blair asked.
"Why should I? It wouldn't be the first time," Jim grinned.
"So am I!" Jim pulled him in closer, "Okay, what?"
"Man, I am *so* nervous," Blair said finally.
Jim's smile widened, "Why?" he asked.
"I….I guess I just don't want to disappoint you," Blair said with a sad half-smile.
"Disappoint me?" Jim's face showed complete shock, "The only way you could disappoint me tonight, is if you walk out that door."
"Oh, Jim. You old smoothy!" Blair joked, he reached up and kissed the bigger man lightly, "Seriously, though. Don't you find all of this just a *little* scary?"
"Chief, I always find *you* scary," Jim grinned, "But, yeah. This is scary. Why do you think I never said anything before? I was scared that I'd read something wrong, that *you* couldn't possibly be in love with *me.* That if I said anything, you'd just laugh at me," Jim smiled shyly, " Still, that's old news."
He pulled the young man into his arms. Reaching into Blair's neck, he released the tie that held his long curls back, allowing them to fall forward, framing his beautiful face.
Blair frowned, "What did you do that for?" he asked.
"I love to see your hair loose. Tying back your hair is like trying to tame you," Jim said a little awkwardly, "and I like you wild and free."
"Oh, man!" Blair gasped as shivers ran down his spine.
"Let's go upstairs and get out of these suits, huh?" Jim said.
Blair watched as Jim removed his dinner suit and neatly folded it, placing it and the shirt, tie and shoes in an ordered pile. Glancing around, Blair noted where *his* clothes were. The dinner suit had been flung across the chair, almost missing it altogether. His shirt, tie, boxers, shoes and socks were flung haphazardly into the corner.
"Jim?" he said.
"Yeah, Chief?" the older man replied turning to look at his soon to be lover.
"Would you do something for me?"
Jim grinned, "Sure, anything," he said.
"That shirt you're folding? Throw it on the floor," Blair said seriously.
Jim's face creased into a frown, "What?"
Blair moved forward, he took Jim's hand in his own, "Throw it on the floor. For me?"
"Because….I'd like to see you 'wild and free' for a change. Just this once….throw it on the floor," Blair grinned.
Jim flung the shirt in the air, and with the same movement grabbed his partner, lifting him off his feet and dropping him heavily onto the bed.
"Wow, caveman tactics!" Blair giggled.
"Well, it always worked for Doug McClure," Jim growled, following him down and nipping at the younger mans throat lightly.
"I don't think he was ever the caveman, Jim. I think he might have been an anthropologist once though," Blair replied, his breath starting to come in gasps.
"Shut up," Jim said finally working his way up to Blair's full lips.
"I was just making an observation, Jim. I have this weird mind that stores useless information, y'see, an' dredges it up when it's least needed…" his large blue eyes grabbed Jim's gaze
"No, you're nervous and you're babbling," Jim smiled.
Blair blushed furiously, "I'm sorry, man," he whispered.
"Don't be," Jim said softly, "You're beautiful when you blush, in fact, you're just plain perfect," he covered Blair's mouth again before he could answer, probably with the theory behind the blush response in primates.
Blair closed his eyes momentarily, sure that this was another dream and that he would open them to find himself back in his own little room, alone, with only his desperate longing for company. But, as his eyes flickered open, all he saw was the dark, desire filled gaze of the man he loved more than life itself. He felt a smile spread across his face as Jim paused in his assault on Blair's lips.
"What?" Jim asked.
"I love you," Blair grinned, reaching up and gently biting the end of Jim's nose.
"Hey, what's not to love?" the bigger man replied with a cheeky grin.
"That's definitely what I find so attractive about you, Detective Ellison, you're so damn *humble,*" Blair laughed, moving slightly to redistribute Jim's weight.
"Am I too heavy for you?" Jim asked
"It's okay, man," Blair smiled. Suddenly Jim rolled over bringing Blair to rest on top of him. The young man straddled the Sentinels hips
"So," Blair said sitting astride his lover, "did these muscles just 'pop up' when you reached puberty, or did you have to work for them?" he said playfully poking a finger at Jim's biceps.
"Is this an anthropological question?" Jim asked lazily stroking his fingers down the younger man's chest.
"No, I'm just curious," Blair replied gently massaging the offending muscles.
"Okay, they just popped up then," Jim grinned slyly, secretly finding his partners nervous babbling incredibly sexy, "they weren't the only thing."
"Mmm, interesting," Blair smiled leaning back onto Jim's thighs and conveniently raised knees, "You know Jim, you make a really comfy chair," he sighed.
"Huh, it's okay for you. Your boney little ass is sticking in my gut!" Jim grumbled playfully.
"What d'you mean, 'boney'?" Blair pouted," I seem to remember that you just said I was perfect."
"That was the hormones talking, Sandburg," Jim grinned.
"Is that so?" Blair began to wriggle.
Jim let out a groan, "Gimme a break," he said desperately, grabbing the younger man to still his tortuous writhing.
Blair giggled and rubbed his ass across Jim's crotch, sending Jim into spasms.
"Blair, please. I think I'm too old for this," he pleaded.
"Welcome to Jurassic Park," Blair teased, running his fingers across Jim's belly lightly, "On the left we have a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and on the right we have the really dangerous exhibit…….a grumpy old cop," Blair grinned into Jim's face, taunting, daring, "It bites, it snaps, it growls…..and on a good day it can get it up!" he dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Suddenly Jim grabbed him, throwing him down heavily, and scrabbling on top, pinning the giggling, breathless body to the bed. "You'll pay for that, you little bastard," Jim growled, sinking his teeth into Blair's neck. This merely had the effect of causing the younger man to laugh harder.
Blair pushed Jim back, just enough to be able to look into his clear blue eyes, "Oh, man, I think life is going to get *real* interesting from here on in!"