PWP, first time
August 3, 2002
Nope to both
Aw, mom, do I have to? Okay, I don't own them, no money exchanged hands (Jim,
stop that, I did *not* take money from Sandburg to write this) and I do this for
fun and to keep Jim and Blair in lube.
Have you ever had a souffle explode? ::shiver::
This is for Sheila, who broke her hip. I love you, Sheila. Please get well
Jim and Blair fight. Jim learns Blair knows best. Duh.
ARE a freak!"
stopped pacing and slowly turned to face his partner. "Excuse me?
did you just say?"
said, 'you ARE a feak'."
thank you, Mr. Normal."
opened the balcony window and stepped out into the night air knowing damn well
it was too cold for freaky Sandburg to follow. He was wrong. Blair followed.
been arguing for the last thirty minutes about why Jim was refusing to meet with
his father, and Sandburg had been ranting about giving the senior Ellison the
chance he deserved. It was a discussion that had been replayed many times in the
last six months and it was an argument Jim was getting very tired of having.
He'd finally fallen back on his father making him feel like a freak for having
aware that his partner was now standing behind him, Jim said in a tired voice,
"Nice to know what you really think of me, Sandburg."
the truth is the truth, man. And you are a freak. Just like Superman was a freak
and Spiderman and hell, even Wonderwoman. You're all freaks. Get over it."
that was too weird to ignore. Jim turned around and favored Sandburg with his
best Twilight Zone look. "You are so—odd, Sandburg.
hardly a superman. I'm just a cop with—"
me guess—a cop with heightened senses?"
shot his fist into the air, then pumped it down as he crowed, "Yessss!"
wisely kept silent.
George, I think you've got it, Jim."
I now? And what would that be that I suddenly have, Professor Higgins?"
'senses', not Jim Ellison the freak. Jim Ellison is not a freak,
senses. Right. And has it occurred to you that you just reversed your own
position? Two minutes ago you said I *was* a freak."
dismissed that observation with a wave of his hand. "You *are* a freak,
Jim. Geesh, you have a thirty year old man living with you in a room the size of
a closet under your stairs. You let him boss you around, run obscene tests on
you, follow you all over hell's half acre, yeah, you're one hell of a freaky
searched the heavens for a God to rescue him. Naturally, God was busy.
wouldn't that make *you* the freaky guy? *You're* the one living with a forty
year old cop. You're the one living in a closet under my stairs and you're the
one following me all over Cascade. Not me."
face screwed up as he said, a touch of wonder in his voice, "Of course it's
not *you*. Why would you want to sleep in your own closet under the stairs when
you have that great bedroom upstairs? And you can't very well follow *yourself*
around, now can you? So that leaves me."
pointed his finger at Sandburg and said, "AH-HA! See? You, my fine friend,
are the one who is a freak. Not me."
you're not a freak?"
no. You are."
you're perfectly happy being a sentinel?"
yeah. *I'm* not the one under the stairs."
your father can never make you feel that way again, can he?"
shut his mouth. God damn it, how had Sandburg done that?
love being a sentinel, don't you, Jim?"
clamped his lips together. No way was Sandburg getting another word out of him.
stop acting like a ten year old and just admit it. You *like* being a sentinel.
are so full of it, Sandburg."
he'd talked. Fuck. If a man can't trust his own mouth, whose could he trust?
it, Jim. Just say it."
don't know beans."
you're saying you still hate being a sentinel? That it's not who you are?"
slid inside Jim Ellison like the flu. He hated it when Sandburg got that
holier-than-thou-I-know-you-better-than-you-know-yourself tone in his voice, not
to mention the body language that went with it. And he got that fucking tone a
that's what I'm saying, Sandburg. So what of it?"
stop being a sentinel, you dickwad. Just—quit. Stop. Cease and desist. End it.
Turn it the fuck off."
CAN'T, YOU ASSHOLE!"
you can, Jim. You've done it before. Do it again.
turned away and muttered something under his breath.
did you say? Did you just say that *I* was the one you wanted to shoot? Huh? Was
it, Jim? Was it?"
but his hearing was getting good. The whole sentinel thing must be rubbing off
on the little twerp.
drop it. Just.drop.it."
did, didn't you? Go ahead, Jim, shoot me. Just do it. Third time the charm, you
know? I might actually stay dead this time."
wife had turned to stone when she'd gone against God's instructions and looked
back. Jim might as well have just done the same thing because everything went to
stone. His body, his mind, his—heart.
that was a terrible thing to say, Sandburg. And beneath you."
what, Jim? I don't give a flying fuck. How 'bout I symbolically die?
Symbolically shoot myself by leaving. How 'bout that?"
dangerously quiet, Jim warned, "Now you've gone too far, Sandburg.
we're both saying things we're gonna regret tomorrow."
if we do, only one of us will say anything about it. Can you guess which
now Sandburg was really pushing the envelope. The stubbornness inside Jim moved
from the flu to pneumonia.
wanna make a symbolic gesture of death by leaving—then go ahead.
I'm outta here. Hasta bye-bye. Sayonara and fuck off."
turned on his heel, marched to his room, went in and slammed the door. He
actually slammed it. Blair *never* slammed it no matter how upset. Jim winced.
is another fine kettle of fish you've got me into, Sandburg. God damn it.
grabbed the balcony railing with both hands and squeezed. He pretended the
railing was his own neck.
I'm leaving now."
all packed and ready to go."
dropped his bags and stalked over to the man and grabbed his arm to spin him
around—only Jim didn't budge.
shit. You just *had* to zone now, didn't you? I swear, you're a real piece of
was forced to squeeze under Jim's arms then worm his way around to face the
zoned -out sentinel. With his back to the rail, and now trapped within the
circle of sentinel zoned-out arms, Blair tried to decide what to do. He thought
about it, acknowledged how nice and warm it felt in Jim's arms, admitted that
Jim was a stubborn idiot, and finally decided to give in to the nastier side of
his nature. He slapped Jim Ellison.
shook his head and brought one hand up to his face. "What the hell?"
man, but you zoned and I tried everything, but nothing was
and I finally had to—"
this was *after* you'd tried everything else, Sandburg?"
You enjoyed hitting me, didn't you?"
eyes traveled up as his teeth bit down on his lower lip, then he nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I did. Felt fucking fantastic. And now I take my leave of you
*and* your broom closet under the stairs. See ya 'round, Jim."
it out, Sandburg. You know you're not really leaving."
yeah? Watch me."
watched as Blair strode to his bags, picked everything up and headed for the
both know you're not going anywhere, Sandburg."
opened the door, shuffled out, then shut it behind him.
was happening on the other side. Nothing.
Blair's voice, quiet and almost—gentle, could be heard by the stubborn
*am* leaving, Jim. And you really will be a freak if you let the best thing that
ever happened to your sorry ass get away. Because I *am* the best thing that
ever happened to you. And have you ever seen me naked?
'Cause I gotta tell ya, man, women and men the world over have swooned
after seeing me naked."
heard luggage drop to the floor. Blair must have moved his head closer to the
door because when he spoke again, his voice was low and muffled.
could both end the whole freakish thing by simply moving me upstairs. Of course,
then you'd be another kind of freak, but the advantage would be that you'd have
me, naked, in your bed. I've been told that is a very good thing. I've been told
I'm very good in bed. *Very*
closed his eyes. He had to admit that he'd wondered how it would finally happen.
He'd never once imagined this. His lips twitched.
really shouldn't let me leave, Jim. Honest. I'm the miracle you've been wishing
for and never knew you had. Not to mention that once I'm out there, well, I'm
fair game, you know? One good-looking buff dude wags a finger at me and I'm
caught the weary sigh on the other side of the door and realized that if he
didn't move quickly, he really *would* lose Sandburg. He hurried to the door,
schooled his features, then threw it open and started talking.
am *not* a freak. I am not Superman. I am not Spiderman, and I'm most certainly
*not* Wonderwoman. And I fucking *love* being a sentinel."
stared up at his friend, his brows drawn together in consternation. Then he
sighed and said, "Told you so."
know, Chief, I know."
will, Chief, I will."
tentatively, Jim reached down and picked up Blair's luggage, then immediately
dropped them as if burned. Eyes wide with amazement, he said, "These
are—empty, Sandburg. Empty."
point?" Blair asked innocently.
*empty*, as in without clothes. As in you didn't pack at all.
in you just tried to bluff me, Sandburg."
Blair wiggled his head and said again, "*Tried*? I did not *try*, Jim, I
succeeded. You're out here stopping me, aren't you? And I'm betting it was the
naked part. You're just dying to see me naked."
expression softened as his icy blue eyes went warm. "Yeah, I am."
pushed past Jim to enter the loft, stopping half way to say, "Well? Bring
that stuff inside and let's get to the naked part."
lifted the empty bags and followed Blair. As he closed the door, he said,
"This *does* mean that you're moving upstairs, right?"
was unbuttoning his shirt as Jim dropped his empty stuff, but he stopped a
moment to consider the question. Finally he said, "Well, we'll see. I
*know* I'm a wonder in bed and you're certainly gonna want me upstairs, I mean,
who wouldn't? But you might end up being a total bust. So for now, we'll take it one day at a time. Or should I
have you noticed how much taller I am than you? And by how much I outweigh
fingers froze in the act of unzipping his jeans. He glanced up and grinned
rakishly. "Was that supposed to scare me, Jim? Like you could ever do
thought about trying to look mean, but immediately discarded the idea. Blair
would never fall for it.
Jim, just give in, man. Give in."
to his fate, Jim started unbuttoning his shirt. "I suppose if I'm to have
any peace, surrender is my only option, Chief."
stepped out of his jeans, did a little jump and hop to get his socks off, then
wearing only his thin, cotton boxers, he sauntered over to Jim and right into
his space. He took Jim's arms and placed them around his own waist and as he
finished the job of unbuttoning Jim's shirt, he said, "Peace? With me? Not
hardly, Jim. You are so in for it now."
peace for the wicked, eh?"
Jim said, nodding his head in the direction of Blair's waist.
seen you in your boxers."
don't just stand there—take them off."
as though his hands were *finally* doing the right thing, not to mention being
exactly where they belonged, Jim rested them on Blair's hips and started gently
pushing the soft material down. When he got them to Blair's ankles, the younger
man stepped out of them and kicked them away. Holding his hands out to his side,
Blair said, "See?"
looked up at the beautiful man and whistled low. "They were right, Chief. A
naked Blair is good. Very good."
going dark with lust, Blair said in a husky voice, "I've heard tell that a
naked Jim is a good thing too. Care to put the rumor to the test?"
his hands up and down Blair's thighs, Jim said, "You've seen me naked,
Chief, and right now, I've got better things to do."
pulled the younger man closer and smoothed a hand up Blair's ass to the small of
his back. He buried his face in the sweetness of Blair's left thigh and inhaled
deeply. God, he was happy.
felt Blair's hands on his head, moving down, lifting his chin—
to the Freak Show, Jim. Would now be a good time to tell you how much I love
softly, Jim said, "I can't think of a better time, Sandburg.
Can't think of a better time."