The small teacher looked up from some papers ready to shoo the intruder out. But at the slightly blurred sight - thanks to his glasses - of his Sentinel an almost dazzling smile crossed his features and he gestured the big detective to a chair, putting the book that had occupied that space on the only free space at his desk. "Hi Jim; Good to see ya, take a seat, wont take long any more."

The *very* young student on the other chair did not look too happy when she saw the big detective. Very obviously she had preferred being alone with her favorite curly-haired teach who now tried to get rid of her as soon as possible.

"Any more questions, Jenny? You'll do fine, then. Just send in the next one. - How many more outside, Jim?"

"Three - and if glares could kill, I might not have survived."

"Since when are you the one to exaggerate Big Guy?"

"I did not - at least Jenny..." They were interrupted by the next girl coming in and again Jim noticed hostility and a fair amount of pheromones directed at Blair. He smiled and decided for once not to turn down his sensibility. Right, she was hot for her teacher and it showed in a lot more details than raging hormones, but his Guide either did not notice for real or had decided to act as if he had not noticed. When - what was her name? - Cheryl did have absolutely no more questions as an excuse to stay close to "Professor Sandburg" and finally left sighing deeply, Blair shouted :"Next one, please wait." And turned to the smirking detective.

"So, whats going on , huh, you grinning all the time. What?"

"There are mostly women attending your classes?"

"No, only about eighty percent; why - whats wrong about that?" Dignity shining through his voice.

"Nothings wrong about it, but the last two girls did everything but jump your bones - and I wonder if they hadn't tried even that if you'd been alone. I got an overdose of pheromones while being the observer for once."

Blair actually blushed - a little." Really?" his voice almost snapped. Defensively he added : "I don't touch undergrads as a rule - too complicated, too much involvement and they know that. "

"Well it doesn't change the fact that they've got the hots for you. Live with it Chief." Jim quipped, somehow all of a sudden not liking the idea, that all the females on campus were lingering through Sandburg-lessons with those hungry, predatory eyes.

"Well, whatever. Cover your ears, Sentinel. NEXT" Sandburgs yell brought him back to reality where a beautiful redhead entered the cramped room taking notice of him, greeting Blair, taking a closer look of Jim, asking some questions, then came back glancing at the detective and the officer knew that this time the pheromones were directed at him. He cringed at the assault, quickly tuned it out and concentrated on the faint herbal smell that clung to Blair's hair instead. Soothing, yes, that smell's soothing, gentle, naturally, even a bit sweet, he almost zoned out, put himself out of his reverie just in time to see Redhead brushing out of the door, one last smoldering glance directed at him.

"Well, she all gung ho for me too?" Blair couldn't help being curious.

"No, sorry, Chief, but I think I'd get lucky with her"

Blair's eyes widened as if they were going to pop out of his head "You wanna ask her out???" - disbelief and *hurt?* in his voice.

"Hey I didn't say that. I prefer my partners a little closer my age than this."

<*I'm* closer your age > The thought rose unbidden and popped through Blair's mind and he toyed a little with it and indulged in it a little and then he sighed and yelled "NEXT" to hide that frustrating next thought that always used to follow those little indulgements < he's straight, forget > nagging in the back of his mind.

The boy that entered was definitely unconcentrated , irritatingly disoriented and soon shifting uncomfortably in his seat, though he seemed to be one of the more interested students judged by the questions he managed to utter finally. It took Blair a little longer to answer the complex topics - mostly because the boy somehow couldn't concentrate long enough to write the answers down.

When he left - at last - Jim chuckled goodnaturedly "HE would have taken the both of us - gladly - even at the same time" Blair gave an exasperated sigh, not believing half of it, yet reluctant to say so right out. "Anyone else waiting for me outside, Big Guy?"

Jim listened closely: "Nope"

"All right, ready to go in a few."

Jim yawned and stretched luxuriously , muscles flexing under his t-shirt, veins on his neck suddenly pronounced when he pulled his arms backwards to stretch. Blair's mouth watered. The Sentinel inhaled. There was this sweet, sweet, elusive smell he could not quite capture through all those pheromones although he tried hard. This tantalizing scent made his nipples hard and he had to squint his suddenly dilating eyes against the sun, so he reached up for his shades to let them drop in front of his eyes. He heard Blair's faint gasp. At this same same moment he identified that wonderful smell: Blair's pheromones dancing around him, reaching for a response in his body; in fact they they did wonderful things with his body.

"Blair?" - oh, lord, since when did his voice sound so husky? - The Guide seemed to sway in Jim's direction, lips parted, moist.

"Hunnn?" Blair's voice almost sqeaked, he hurrumphed and said in a more normal tone: "I'm ready, I'm ready" < God knows, how I'm ready > he thought while he grabbed his backpack, clutching it in front of his body to hide some embarrassment - when it suddenly came to him, that if Jim was able to detect the pheromones of total strangers, odds were high he could easily smell his Guide's too. Damn. Standing awkwardly, knowing that he was giving the perfect dork-impression at the moment he looked up at the tall detective who had gotten close - so very close - and was it really necessary for Ellison to wear this shades? "Sorry, Jim" he mumbled. < Better get on your back and show him the underside of your belly or your neck - works for puppy-dogs, young wolves, even felines. Whats the worst he could do, anyway? He's a policeman, he knows about witnesses and fingerprints. He *has* touched something in this office today, hasn't he? ... on the other hand... getting on the back might not work with him , but Gods, what an image.... >

"It's definitely too late to be sorry now, Sandburg" A surprisingly slender yet strong hand pried the backpack from Blair's fingers and put it on the desk with a soft 'thud'.

"But I *am* sorry" The bulge in Blair's tight jeans ignored the humiliation and stayed, straining towards this greek-god-body that just right now took another step closer to invade the grad students personal space "So sorry, Jim" his dick throbbed in its denim-confines and all but winked at the big detective.

"You look but you don't see, Watson." With that quote Ellison grabbed Blair's left hand in an almost bruising grip.

< At least the window's too small for me to be thrown out > The thought passed a very desperate grad student and he tugged at his left hand to release it from Jim's grip. But the resisting arm was deftly pulled to Jim's hot, bulging groin. Hot? Bulging? < Oh, me god, when did that happen to my previously straight cop friend? >

Poor Blair was so stunned, he only dimly processed being drawn into a tight embrace. A groan jerked him back into real life when their erect cocks brushed against each other, friction increased by the rough fabric of their jeans.

The detective's voice was low, an octave deeper than usual and rumbled through Jim's shirt-covered chest:"Do you think, we can manage to get home, Chief?"

Blair's now freed hands were currently busy with the buttons of Jim's jeans. Thus distracted, the younger man just mumbled a "no", then hissed a "yessss", when the buttons gave way and reveiled the price still covered but no longer hidden by the briefs. Jim's large cock had straightened and the purple crown peaked over the waistband of the briefs begging for attention and caress.

Blair complied to the unspoken request. He dropped to his knees, pushed down jeans and briefs on his slow descend and reveled in the full brown bush of pubic hair. He grabbed Jim's hard buttocks for better leverage and swallowed the proud cock to the hilt. He heard the big guy gasp.

It took Jim a second to realise it was him gasping, him moaning, him panting with shaking knees, while his Guide, his Chief expertly sucked his aching cock. He looked down and the sexy image almost undid him on the spot. With half shut eyes, face flushed and lips constantly moving the student caressed his whole length and seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. The Sentinel could feel the roughness of the tongue that stroked his glans, the soft suction that urged him closer to a climax he was not sure to survive. He could smell Blair's pheromones, his own pheromones, Blair's musk, sweat and desire emanating in waves from both of their bodies. He could hear the sofrt greedy noises Blair was making and it seemed to him in a small part of his lustfogged mind that he could actually see sparks every time Blair released his cock before he swallowed the hard-on again.

Then Blairs hands grasped his buttocks a little harder and parted the orbs to expose the tight little puckered opening. Jim could not hold back any longer. He thrust forward into his Guide's hot, wet mouth almost frantically. When one single finger pressed against his opening, he felt his orgasm rising. He knew that his cock was probably too much for his Guide's mouth but he couldn't do anything. Jim jerked helplessly spurting wave after wave of semen into his lover's mouth.

When Blair's death grip on his ass loosened somewhat, Jim's knees gave way and he sank to the floor in a puddle of discarded pants and briefs. With his last remaining braincell he decided to kneel there panting until some day someone would come and sweep his by then probably already decayed remnants out of the office.

"You OK, Big Guy?" Blair's voice was concerned and horny as hell.

"Yeah, fabulous!" Jim managed and looked up.

Blair had gotten up and now frantically tried to unzip his jeans with shaking fingers. The teacher mumbled a curse that he would not have allowed his students then finally succeeded and pushed down his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, revealing an engorged, weeping cock of impressive Jim-like dimensions.

"C'mon Big Guy, help me out here!" Blair rasped then grabbed Jim's beautiful face. The kneeling man still looked dazed in the afterglow of his powerful orgasm and seemed oblivious to the needs of his guide. Blair mentally shrugged and brought his penis, wet with precum, close to Jim's mouth. He didn't want to invade his lover but he NEEDED some attention NOW.

When Blair's cock touched Jim's lips just with the tip of its crown, begging for entrance, Jim's eyes suddenly focused , he opened his mouth and his throat and swallowed the whole length of Blair's present.

Blair groaned low in his throat, then held his lovers face still and started thrusting in a pounding rhythm. < damn ... short ... hair ... can't ... get ... a hold ... > He looked down into the beautíful blue eyes of his hard working friend, saw them shining with love and came in hard spurts that almost gagged the big guy with their force. Still Jim swallowed every prescious drop of Blair's offerings.

Blair's grip on Jim's head turned into a gentle caress, when the tall man finally got up again and the young man found himself settled in a tight embrace, lips touched lips and the kiss deepened for long moments.

When they finally pulled away for air, everything was as clear as the light that was shining in two sets of blue eyes.

"I love you. This is a beginning, you know?"

"Definitely a beginning. I love you, too."

"Do you think, we can manage to go home, now?"

The student, hidden behind a dozen books, that just passed Professor Sandburgs locked office almost dropped his load when howling laughter made it through the closed door.