Notes:  For my archiver and IRC channelsibs, thank you always for your overwhelming support and friendship.  Happy Holidays, Cen, Noon, Virg and my twin, Wolfling.

Rating NC-17
Pairings J/B

"Welcome."

"Huh?"  The dark haired man threw his keys into the holder on the countertop and looked at the transformed loft.

"May I take your jacket Sir?"

Blair Sandburg swung around to face his tall roommate. "Jim?"

"Sir, your jacket."  This was spoken more forcefully.

The shorter man nodded.  Jim Ellison, Cascade's detective of the year and Blair's lover was dressed in a formal black suit.  He helped Blair remove his jacket smoothly with all the aplomb of a maitre d' at a five star restaurant.

"This way Sir."  The hand at the elbow was unobtrusive and guided the grad student to a finely set table.  Blair’s eyes rounded.  The loft had been transformed into a magnificent paradise.  Swatches of pale gold satin hung from the railing of the bedroom on the second floor.  Candles of all sizes were placed randomly throughout the loft.  The light from the candles reflected off the fine crystal and silverware at the place setting for one.

Jim pulled out the straight-backed chair and waited attentively while Blair made himself comfortable.

"Wine Sir?"

"Yes."

Jim became the sommelier.  He presented the bottle for Blair's inspection.  He wielded the corkscrew with aplomb and poured a tiny amount into the wine glass.  The anthropologist swirled, sipped, then nodded his approval.

The sentinel poured the wine into a spotless crystal goblet.  Again, Jim approached the table.

"Plug Sir?"

Blair nodded regally.

Jim presented a ornately decorated crystal tray with 12 dildos fashioned in a circle resembling the face of a clock -- tips inward, fat plugs outward.

Blair sipped the wine and studied the presentation.  They ranged in size from a slender three incher to a fat and wide 14 inches, which Blair was sure was not meant to be placed inside anyone’s body.  He pointed to the one at 800 o'clock.

"Very good Sir."

After placing the flesh coloured dildo on the snowy white tablecloth in an upright position, Jim stepped away from the table.  Blair finally identified the tantalising aroma that had wound through the subtle fragrance of the candles.  It was Duck a l'orange.

A few moments later, Jim presented the platter for Blair's approval. The duck was braised to perfection.  Thin orange slices, twisted into half curls and the whole on a bed of saffron rice.

Blair nodded again.  Jim ladled the food onto Blair's plate and stepped away.

"Will there be anything else Sir?"

"Not at the moment."

"Very good Sir."

Jim stepped away from the table and stood on the centre of a square of clear plastic.  He toed off his shoes and arranged them neatly on the side of the plastic edge.  He took off his jacket then his shirt.  His pants followed soon after. They were all folded neatly and put on the floor next to the shoes.  He stood in front of Blair clothed in blue boxers and black socks.

Ignoring his roommate, Blair sipped his wine and began to eat.

The detective took off the boxers.  He reached for the dildo and set it on the plastic, almost in the centre.  He knelt in front of it and let his legs open on either side of the positioned dildo.

He looked up at Blair and smiled brilliantly.  The dildo was 8 inches long and about 2 inches in diameter.  Jim had prepared himself earlier this evening.  Not that he had not had a hard-on from the moment Blair had agreed to help him realise his fantasy.  All evening while preparing the loft, he had worn the three inch butt plug.  It had been removed when he heard his lover’s key turn in the lock.  He was lubricated and loose.

Jim lowered his body slowly until the rounded plastic head rested at his entrance.  He breathed in deeply and then slid smoothly down the lubricated pole while exhaling.

Blair gulped his next mouthful.

Jim formed a loose fist around his stiff cock.

He waited for the signal from Blair.

Blair picked up the wineglass and tilted it.  A few drops of the Chablis dropped onto the cock. 

Jim began to pump slowly.

Blair ate another forkful and let a few more drops of wine dribble onto Jim's cock.  Jim continued to pump using the liquid lubricant.  He began to pant softly. Looking at his lover, Blair saw the pleasure in his features.  Jim was ecstatic.  He moved one hand behind him and braced himself. while continuing to fist his cock rhythmically.

Jim moved that hand a little until he gripped the end on the dildo so he could shift it to provide exquisite friction just where he needed it.

Blair's cock was hard, so hard it was painful.  He pushed away from the table, stood and unzipped his jeans.  He refilled the deep crystal goblet to two thirds full with wine and moved to stand in front of Jim.

He caught Jim's gaze and whispered, "Should I do it?"

Jim had slowed his motions a little while he waited for Blair to catch up. 

The anthropologist tilted the goblet and let a few drops trickle onto his cock.  Jim barely waited for the glass to be moved before he gobbled the firm flesh in front of him.  Finished with licking the wine away, he moved back.  Blair sprinkled more wine on his cock.  Jim pumped frantically.  Blair plunged four fingers in the Chablis and waited until Jim's mouth was at the crown of his penis.  He dabbed the liquid on the exposed flesh and waited for Jim to swallow him whole again.

The two men set up a rhythm, dip, rub - suck, pump.  Jim felt his insides twisting tighter.  His orgasm was approaching.  Every molecule in his body was tightening and his climax was imminent.

Blair poured the balance of the wine onto his cock.  Jim felt the liquid splash past his face and drip onto his fist enclosed cock beneath.

Sucking deeply on Blair's cock, Jim lifted his butt a little and pushed the dildo in an impossible inch further.  Jets of cum arched out and landed on the plastic.  He was so hot, the rational part of his mind was surprised they did not sizzle.  The cock in his mouth, stiffened and grew wider in the instant before Blair ejaculated.  Jim drank greedily. Blair sank to his knees and sat on Jim's bent upper legs.  He leaned on the bare chest and breathed noisily.

"Thank you Chief."

"No problem, man."

There was a peaceful moment of silence.  "So was it all you wanted?"

"Yeah," was the enthusiastic response.  "Next time I wanna have you with red wine."

Blair giggled, "Anytime, man."

The End