Summary: A story about Jim and Blair.

Warnings: None

The usual disclaimers: Pet Fly owns 'em, you gotta be over 18 to read 'em, can be archived by both Ms, Canuck spelling rules in effect.

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This was written in part one night on an IRC chat. I am presenting it to Wanda in honour of her birthday. PWP::: Blair and Jim share

Blair licked his lips. Jim focussed on the dart of pink tongue. Memories of what that little flash of pink could do to him caused his breath to hitch in his throat

"Hey Jim, did you see this?" Blair looked up from what he was reading. Jim blinked and forced himself back from a zone. That was close. He had done it before. Zoned on Blair's lips. The night when Blair first told him he loved him. Jim was so focused on Blair's lips and the two tiny indentations in his bottom lip, where Blair had bit at it all through dinner that he almost missed Blair's hesitant declaration. Actually, when he thought about it, Blair had used more 'Mans' and 'you knows' in his hesitant statement that Jim had not been sure what he was saying.

"Jiiiim,"

A faint trace of red colored Jim's cheeks. "Sorry Blair, you were saying."

"I was asking if you read about Hernden in this month's Blue Rag?"

Jim made a disgusted noise, "You mean that stupid article?"

"Jim it's not stupid. He's saying what countless other cops have said before. He just has the courage to say it out loud."

The snort that came from Jim this time was louder and if possible, ruder.

Jim looked at his lover fondly. Blair was preparing to go into Professor mode. If he didn't move fast, he would be treated to an hour of the mores of closed subsocieties within the framework of an antiquated hierachy.

"Jim?"

"Uhh, Jim?"

Jim sucked on that delicious curve.

"Jim," it was a soft exhalation

The taller man, slid his hands around and braced himself for his partner's enthusiastic response. The Blue Rag was released and Blair tried to climb onto his lover.

"God Chief, what you do to me."

Blair tried to explore Jim's tonsils while he wiggled into his favorite position.

Like the partners that they were, Jim attended to the important things in life, keeping Blair aloft and bringing their bodies closer together. Blair's nimble fingers made short work of releasing the buttons on both their jeans. Blair kept his hands between their bodies and tickled the tips of both cocks. Jim groaned. The texture of Blair's fingers against his length weakened him. Jim spared an idle thought for the punishment his favorite armchair was about to undergo.

"Floor, big guy." Blair breathed harshly into his ear. "I want you..."

Blair released his legs that had been locked around Jim's body and kept going down.

Jim always wondered how Blair could undress him so quickly. In some part of his mind, he ascribed that talent to guitar fingers. He would think about that another time, when he was not ..., "Blair, babe, oh God, suck it, take it all."

Blair's impish smile warned him. "Sorry lover, you are taking me tonight."

Jim was in a daze. He wriggled out of the jeans and was on his knees, led by the curly haired young devil.

Blair knew how much Jim loved to take him. It must be some Sentinel type thing about possession. But it didn't matter. He loved to be taken, conquered, cherished, loved. Blair, felt around for the ever present lube, he carried in his front pocket.

He stripped efficiently and quickly made a bed of sorts. He was ready for a workout and he knew just the man who would be helping with his problem

Jim was smiling up at him. Blair was being devoured by ice blue eyes. Blair knelt facing Jim and leaned in for a kiss. The lube went the way of the Blue Rag as Jim pulled Blair's hips closer. Blair rocked, Jim pumped forward

There was no lube, just the frantic feeling that they had to have release now!

Soft sighs, tiny pants and the two men strained toward climax.

"Jim, I love you, You are my soul."

"Yes, Yes Chief, I am your life," The orgasm was almost a surprise.

Jim came and looking at his lover's eyes shining with love, he started to get hard again. Blair pushed him back and Jim fell back awkwardly to sprawl on the bundled clothes. Blair drew his index finger through the semen coating his pubic hair. He gathered more of the stuff and rubbed his lover's cock. Blair positioned himself above Jim and slowly lowered himself onto Jim's length. It took forever, it lasted moments. Jim held his breath the entire time. Bit by bit, Blair forged an intimate connection with Jim. And finally, finally, when he was seated on Jim, he killed him. Blair danced, he shimmied, twisted and rocked on Jim, savoring each gasp he drew from his lover.

There was a cloudy haze across Jim's vision. He stared deep into Blair's eyes lost in the dilated pupils. He felt his orgasm gathering. Every ounce of blood was being pulled to his core. He hardened even more. Jim was thrusting up with minute movements. The younger man needed little help. Blair's left hand was braced in the back of him on Jim's right thigh. Blair dragged his entire hand through the drying semen on Jim's stomach. His hand found his own hardness and he followed the rhythmn his body set.

Blair had no breath left. He wanted to tell Jim how much he loved him but he could not form the words. What this man did to him, what he felt for him was lodged high in his chest and prevented him from speaking

Blair's pace quickened. His entire body tightened and just as he was poised at the chasm, Jim whispered, "Love, come for me." Blair, lifted his body as high as he could go without losing his tender invader and slammed down hard. He exploded.

Every cell in Jim's body exploded at the same time.

Blair fell forward, slumped across Jim's body and whispered, "Love." Jim whispered, "Yes."

"I think we just proved Hernden's point"

Jim sighed, he had yet to get the last word in an argument with his love. He hugged the smaller man tightly, "Yes love, we did."

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