Annie’s song
Annie’s song
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"Take cover, Sandburg" Ellison shouted across the schoolyard innocently lit by the moonlight. When Blair ducked again after the warning he absently took notice of the bell of a distant church, chiming midnight. One of Ellisons snitches had informed them of a drug deal, - and no shoes were involved this time, Sandburg was still mourning the pair which had made their way to Sneaks - but the bust had gone wrong: The buyers had been Russian mobsters and fought back when the police and Major Crimes had shown up. One of the uniforms had gone down with a bullet in his leg. Which had led to the fast and not so polite arrest of Ivan Gortshev, who, at the sight of twelve very pissed police officers had stopped doing anything including of how to speak the american language. Sandburg had read him his rights in Russian "No big deal man, one of the tribes with a Sentinel was discovered by this famous Russian explorer in Caucasus - there was no translation - me and this nice coed from Moscow - we spent a few verrrry nice days together figuring out what we wanted ... I mean, figuring out, what he wanted to tell the world.." Both Sandburg and Ellison had grinned, till both their eyes had shone with something bordering close to passion - something neither of them was, as yet, able to accept, but something that had happened quite a few times lately, never lasting longer than a couple of seconds but there nevertheless. They broke that tempting eye contact when the Sentinel heard the scuffling of running feet - the armed second man was running for his life. So Ellison followed, and without looking back knew that his guide was just behind him. So when they neared the deserted schoolyard, Ellison shouted for his guide to take cover. With the advantage of sentinel senses it was almost too easy to detect the mobster behind two large garbage cans. Covert ops training brought the detective close to the criminal. He lifted his gun and cocked his head "Freeze, this is the police" The stunned man jerked around, reflexively shone a flashlight, and blinded the Sentinel with his sight dialled up high. Ellison did not falter, but he was reduced to hearing, smelling and a searing pain in his eyes , where his receptors seemed to be burnt by the intense light directed at him. But before anything else could happen a shout of rage distracted the mobster as a whirlwind of hair, multicolored vest and blue eyes jumped and hit him from behind, clinging to the Russians arms immobilizing him - and - more importantly - directing the blinding light away from Sentinel eyes. The flashlight flew, landed with a clutter somewhere to the left and the mobster gasped and yelped in surprise. The sound was enough for Ellison to direct one blow straight home. He heard a surprised grunt followed by the soft thump of a body slumping down and the distinct "ouch" of his guide who was buried under the unconscious form of the criminal . "Sandburg, are you OK? I can't see a thing - Say something dammit"
"I'm here, I'm here - He's just kinda *big*, and he's all over me "-
"You're smaller, therefore closer to the ground? I'll pay the dry-cleaning" Ellison laughed, relief shining through his voice .
" Big guy, how're your eyes? "
"I see stars - and they hurt, but otherwise - no , sight is coming back gradually" he rubbed tearfilled eyes. "Ryf and Brown are coming - they'll take care of Ivan here.."
Ivan 2 turned out to be Georghiu Rumanescu from Rumania - wanted in four states of america not to mention Europe - as *the* hitman of one of the Russian mob-families. And Sandburg had tackled him down. The student turned almost purple when each and every officer of major crimes came by while they filled in the paperworks in the bullpen and patted his shoulder.
They got back to the loft at three in the morning and despite the stress they fell asleep almost instantly . But at seven Jim woke to a horrible nightmlare featuring a certain grad student and some nasty bulletholes and lots of blood and decided that sleep was highly overrated when dreams were haunting him like that.
He made some coffee, used the facilities and listened into Blair's room, monitoring the quiet heartbeat, reassuring himself that it had only been a bad dream - a horrible dream, but just a dream. Although he made no noises and just sat on the couch sailing on the steady thump thump of his Guides heartbeat, Blair's breathing rhythm changed soon and the young man woke up. Sleep still in his eyes he managed a soft smile and mumbled on the way to the bathroom " Is there some coffee for me too? - And can I have a little music - radio?"
"Yes and yes " Jim grinned, turned on the stereo and poured another cup of coffee.
"Can't sleep, huh?" Blair took his cup and slumped on the couch next to Jim "How're the eyes?"
"Fine...That was quite close tonight, Blair ... I thought my heart stopped when I heard you jump that creep"
"Not so close. It was too much of a surprise for him. He was not able to react and then you took him out cold"
"No, let me say thank you ... I guess you saved my life tonight - again"
"Well, "Blair said softly " Isn't that what Guides are for...?"
Jim snorted and ruffled Blair's mane - still warm from the pillow - almost unconsciously he inhaled the strong scent emanating from the student: Sweat, warmth, tiredness, contentedness, coffee, musk underlaid with something elusive that made his stomach knot. Something that made him want to wrap the young man into his arms and protect him and do something more forever.
"What, Jim? You're staring?"
"Hungh?" Now come up with something fast or he'll run...The radio mumbled low - suddenly the host interrupted " ... John Denver. He piloted the aircraft by himself. There is no chance that he has survived - As you know we don't do Country and Western music on this channel but in honour of a famous singer/songwriter and as a farewell to John Denver now listen to Annie's Song "
You fill up my senses
Later he was never able to say which one of them had kissed the other one first. All he remembered was the warmth of lush lips on his own, opening and a hot, wet tongue dancing with another hot wet tongue. And a moan - he vividly remembered the sound of a first moan, but could not say which one had actually surrendered first. But it was Jim who broke that first kiss to lay his soul open "I love you".
And it was Blair who impishly topped it by whispering "I've loved you longer. I had seen you first - at the hospital"
They barely made it to the couch where Jim's knees finally gave way and he - not very graciously - sat down , Blair still pressed to his chest. The student ended up straddling the detective, seeming larger than the big man all of a sudden, taking the lead in kissing by holding Jim's head at the perfect angle. No way to escape the onslaught and not wanting to get away, Ellison got pressed to the back of the couch while Blair rubbed his groin frantically against Jim's hard belly, his cock getting harder and hotter with every movement. The younger man got a bit distracted when he searched for tits and only found hard nubs turning into pebbles when he pinched them.
Blair's cock ached with need. He sat back into the lap of the older man brushing against a very hard, very big dick - that calmed him.
Jim noticed the quickening of a heartbeat that had nothing to do with arousal and looked into the flushed face of his beloved guide, who was struggling with words right now - almost unbelieveable but true. " Jim - I ... I have never ... with a man ... I don't know"
"Do you want to now?"
"With you - *yes* "
"Then everything will be all right - I happen to know the road..." Jim smiled that dreamy little smile that Sandburg had grown to love so much.
"Happen??" The student's surprise was palpable.
"Its been a few years. But it'll come again - pun intended."
Blair kissed the smile that had been shivering on those lips . He felt them yielding, opening for him, tasted Jim and marvelled what a Sentinel with enhanced senses must experience right now. Because, he himself had no control whatsoever over his reactions. His cock jumped, he felt it jerk in the confines of his sweatpants. He gave in when droplets of precum escaped - this time the groan was from him .
When those tempting lips left his mouth he was already laying back on the couch, the shifting had only dimly registered on his heated mind. Jim crouched over him - and the bigger man struggled with a t-shirt, that clung to Blair's body. Then they both were bare-chested and Jim almost came on the feel of skin to sensitive skin. He touched Blair's buttocks - Blair's *bare* buttocks - with his fingers, kneeded the globes, eliciting groan after groan from the shivering student. He kissed his way down to the waistband of Blair's sweats and - with kiss after kiss - he shoved the material further down, till the hard leaking cock sprang free and bobbed in front of his mouth. Without touching the rod with his hands, he licked the underside along the big vein up to the purple head glistening with wetness. Jim lapped all the precum savouring the taste. Then, with a little needy sigh, he took the beautiful cock into his mouth.
Blair was constantly moaning now. Each breath was a sob. Blair started to undulate his hips - carefully, so as not to distract this wonderful lover in whatever was on his mind to do to him. He felt his orgasm rising, but so must have Jim as the big man stopped his ministrations and started licking Blair's balls instead.
Blair continued to undulate helplessly. "Please please please please please please please"
"You want to cum for me?" He had ever heard the touch detective so husky, so needy, so full of love.
"YES - please , wanna cum. I'll come without you even touching me . please please please AAAAHH" which was, when Jim took him into his mouth again. Strong hands held him immobile this time. Slender fingers found their way to the cleft of Blair's ass and while a talented togue did wonderful things to the cock of a mindless Blair, one and only one wet finger pressed into the puckered opening and slipped in and made it past the first tight muscle. The hands released the student and Blair's hips jerked in a frantic rhythm, driving his cock deep into Jim's mouth but also driving Jim's finger deep inside his ass. Blair shouted, spasmed and came. Pure Blair filled Jim's mouth - essence salty-bitter, coming in waves almost too much to swallow at once, cum pouring out of a shivering penis again and again overwhelming the man with the lithe body.
When he finally was spent, Jim released the deflating cock with one last good-bye-lick then blew a soft kiss over Blair's lips and was surprised when the student grabbed his head and kissed him furiously back, tasting himself on Jim's tongue, pressing his whole body against the big man. Gentle fingers grasped a still aching cock, stroking the band, shoving the preskin over the cockhead and back. The hot body under him, another wet kiss and the dancing fingers - it all was too much - Jim bent backwards cried out and came all over Blair's hand, belly and chest. For long minutes all he could do was to try not to crush the smaller man. When Jim finally found the strength to open his eyes again he saw that Blair "Ive never been with a man before" Sandburg had licked his cum from his hand .
A mischievous grin played around those lushious lips: "Next time we'll do it in your big bed - so I can move enough to suck you too."
Jim got up, held out a hand and grabbed Blair's arm. "What, Big Guy?!"
Ellisons turn to grin seductively. "We're going upstairs to *our* big bed ..." |
