He woke to the sound of his own voice, the real world seeping into his mind, alone in his bed, to a feeling of restraint so familiar to him, being in fact so much a part of his entire life, that it took a minute of wake-up-time to realize, that his feet had been trapped in tangled sheets. Again. His cooling body was glued to a wet blotch on the blanket and he would have to wash his bed-clothes again. The second time this week and it was only thursday. Sandburg was starting to get suspicious. The student, not getting any information out of his Sentinel, thought, that the big man was developing some sort of overreaction to his own scent and planned on taking a lot of tests as soon as this last case was wrapped up. For his Sentinel seemed to be extra-grumpy lately. No wonder - Six weeks of changing the sheets aproximately every second day did take its toll on the big guys nerves as much as on his supply of clean sheets. Not to mention that he hated to do the laundry by himself. No way he wanted to explain THOSE stains to his young roommate. Not after all those 'raging hormones'-remarks and 'humping table legs'-cracks.

*Now who's the one who can't control himself?*

He hated this line of thought. Especially that early in the morning. Still pitch dark outside. Sentinel sight confirmed it with a glance at his watch: Six o'clock. Well, he could get up now, make some coffee, get a shower, fix some breakfast for himself and Blair, change the sheets - again. Damn.

****

So he did. When he stepped out of the bathroom in the midst of a cloud of steam, a bathtowel wrapped around his hips, rubbing his short hair with a second towel, he almost bumped into his roommate already waiting for him urgently.

"Get out of my way, Jim, I'm in pain here." The younger man was all but bouncing, trying to get past the tall man and inside in a rush, slamming the door close with no ceremony. And the only thing Ellison was able to think of was *He IS packing quite a heat if that's only a morning salute...* and for once did not yell at the student for not properly shutting the bathroom door. The soft, trickling sound of Blair relieving himself followed him upstairs and he could not bring himself to tuning it out. And for once he had completely missed the reaction his bare chest had caused on his young Guide...

*Exercise. That's it. You need lot of exertion in clean fresh air, preferably in combination with sleeping on uninviting cold floor and lots of cold water to take a bath - like in a lake. Camping. That's it.*

The younger man had made it out of the bathroom by the time Jim had put on his jeans. Now all he had to do ws convince Blair to stay at home: "Sandburg"

"Yeah Jim?" The voice sounded muffled by a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee.

"I just thought about going camping..." then of course everything went totally out of hand.

"Hey, great, Big Guy, I love that lakeside place you found last time. Just tell me when to be ready. After all that grading I could use some down-time in the arms of mother nature. Way cool, man."

Blair didn't even notice that Jim had stopped dumbfounded at the foot of the stairs while he happily chattered on, crossed the room and placed a cup of coffee into Jim's lethargic fingers. How can you resist him. He had even found Jim's favourite mug in the dishwasher and cleaned it for him. Jim wanted to say no, you can't go, but out came:

"Okay, Chief. It'll be four o'clock on saturday morning ..." Please say no, it's too early...

"Sure, Jim, I'll be ready. Got a surprise for you, too"

"What surprise, Chief?" he couldn't hide a certain feel of unease.

"Now, would it still be a surprise if I'd tell you, Big Guy." Blair's voice had taken on the sound he chose when talking to annoying students...

****

Friday morning found Jim, nestled between clean sheets and a raging hard-on but this time he at least woke before he could embarrass himself once more. The steady heartbeat coming from downstairs did calm him a little. He stretched luxuriously, tightening every muscle in his body and relaxing again. He heard the rustle of sheets from downstairs, a soft little grunt, then Blair continued to sleep. It was the rustle of cloth against skin, so the young man was sleeping naked again. Jim moaned then bit his lips - when he closed his eyes he could almost feel the lithe body move under him, the feel of skin against his hot skin - it would be like electricity - it would be wonderful. With another moan he took off his black silk boxers and wrapped them around his aching cock.

Of course it was not the real thing, but this silk did almost feel like Blair's skin would feel, he was sure about that. Soft and sensous, caressing and demanding, sweet and hard, just like his strokes from leaking crown to twitching root. He covered his whole engorged length with the smooth fabric never stopping the pumping rhythm his right hand had set. Then he moved his left hand to a hard pebbly nipple and tweaked. The sharp pain was exactly what he needed now. Blair would bite him, wouldn't he, then he would soothe the sting then he would bite again. His climax was violent and left him empty and frustrated "Oh, Chief..." while he listened to the one heartbeat that made this torture bearable. But if the younger man ever found out - well, he would not run, Jim guessed, that Blair would even want to try - but that would not nearly be enough , not ever, no pity-fuck would ever be enough. Now that he finally admitted that he wanted a man that way, he wanted his first time to be something special or not to happen at all. *So, Jimmy, you'll better keep on fantasizing and spare yourself the frustration of seeing Blair take off with yet another woman after he'd casually shared your bed for a while.*

**** Jim finally got up, turned on the coffee-machine, put his boxers into the hamper - at least not the sheets again, sigh - then took a shower. By the time he was dressed and drinking his first cup of coffee, Blair made it out of his little room. Clad only in sweats showing off his bare furred chest he sniffed loudly, then with still half shut eyes started straight to the kitchen area. Jim grinned. He poured another cup of coffee, added some cream and sugar and waited for the impact of the liquid-seeking missile called Blair. The young man stopped right in front of his mug, grabbed it with both hands and gulped down as much coffee his mouth could contain with one try. A second gulp emptied the mug. Then a smiling Blair-face emerged from the mug, decorated with a light-brown coffee-moustache. "Hi Jim. A very good morning to you. Thanks for the coffee..."

How could anyone possibly resist him? Jim chuckled while he poured the last of the fresh coffee into Blair's mug and ruffled the unruly mane of brown curls that were so tempting in his dreams. Blair sighed and gifted Jim with another one of those extra special heartwarming smiles Jim hadn't seen Blair give to anyone else but him. Then the younger man turned to the bathroom. On his way in he yelled, totally ignoring the fact, that his Sentinel would hear him even if he'd whisper:"Hey, Jim, I had to think..."

"Uh oh; danger...!"

"Aww, c'mon, Ellison, it's not that bad. No, I just thought, if you could get off at three or four in the afternoon, we could start our drive tonight. My last class ends at ten, I could be ready at twelve, and..."Blair emerged from the bathroom, still wiping his hands on a towel, while he went back into his room ".. if you'll let me drive you to the station and leave the truck here, I could get our things packed and done. I could get you in the evening or Simon could drop you, so we would not lose half a day driving. We'd get to the lakeside at about six or seven this evening. How 'bout it?"

Blair had made it back to the kitchen during his monologue and with his 'thank-you'-smile grabbed his coffee. This time he actually enjoyed the taste.

"Well, Chief, - if you promise not to 'drive' my truck... I'm sure Simon will drop me by. Yeah, I guess, that's actually a great idea. You 'do' promise not to drive my truck, Sandburg, don't you??"

"Of course, Ellison, no problem." then he muttered under his breath " and even if.. you wouldn't know, now, would you...?"

"Sandburg!"

Puppy dog eyes:"Ellison?"

"Oh, you," But Jim's tackle went into empty space, for Blair had ducked and run and taken cover behind the couch, trying desperately not to spill his precious coffee in the process.

****

Blair was actually glad that his big friend had accepted his offer to load the truck. Not only because his 'surprise' was too big to hide when the other man was around, but also because he wanted to do something useful for the big guy. He knew he was quite good at paperwork, so he volunteered for it whenever his busy schedule would allow it. But he also thought of himself as a nuisance for the tough cop with the big heart who let him live in his loft and coped with his more peculiar attributes. He loved those treasured moments, when his Sentinel actually needed him, when he could prove his usefulness to this strong man and his ugliest nightmlares came true, when he realized, that he actually had no idea of how to help his Sentinel. Blair sighed. He looked forward to this campingtrip with the Big Guy. He would be close to him, draw some strength from the cops confidence and maybe, just maybe, Ellison would ruffle his hair again - just like he'd done it this morning - nah, no such luck twice a week.

Blair smiled sadly - he didn't know how to seduce a man, didn't even know if Jim would be interested in him - young, inexperienced and with an infamous history of women trailing his way. Ellison would not throw him out, he was sure. But hte thought of being ruffled with an underlying feel of pity was unbearable. *Better keep that little flame of loving and caring deep in your heart, Sandburg...* So he went shopping, bought groceries that would keep till they'd arrive at the campside and put everything into the truck, where he had already packed their sleeping bags and covers and lamps. Then he carefully moved his car - still the classic - in an attempt to get as close as possible to the truck. With a last effort he heaved a large package out of his trunk compartement and pushed it into the back of the truck. He panted when it was done.

Great - No longer cold and alone in those ridiculously small one-man-tents where you could not even turn in sleep without dislodging the whole damn thing. One night at a campside when he went to do some business, he had tripped over Ellisons feet because the tall man was just a little bit too large to fit into his tent. It was a laugh - a sad one. Now - on the other hand - this time it would be totally different. One of his students had sold him his two-man-tent - a real beauty, when he had test-pitched it on campus. Easy enough to handle if you were alone, but big enough to host two people without getting too crowded. And the best of all: The price had been affordable, cause young Fletcher's very rich father had bought his only son a nice little caravan the size of a small house. - No need for tents any more...

****

Blair had just finished preparing a light snack when Jim's keys rattled and the door opened. The key did a dive for the basket beside the door and while wrestling out of his coat the tall detective stretched: "Hey, Chief, I'm home and I'm starv..."

Then he saw the plate with cheese, bread, roastbeef and a salad.

"You wanna eat that all by yourself, Chief...?" Noone ever had said 'pleeease, gimme, gimme, gimme' with more emphasis and without uttering the real words. Jim ws really getting good at that. Blair gave a delighted laugh.

"It's all for you, Big Guy - The truck's loaded, whenever you're ready, we can get started. You may want to pack some clothes - I didn't want to rifle through your dressers...."

"Great!" The word was not completely understandable, 'cause abandoning house rule number whatever, the detective had put together some beef and sandwich plus salad and chewed his snack on his way upstairs, leaving a small trail of crumbs in his wake. When he descended the stairs five minutes later, bag full of clothes in one hand, he found Sandburg kneeling on the floor, efficiently brushing breadcrumbs onto a small shovel.

"Ooops, was that me?" mimicking the Urkel-sitcom-line he was poster boy of guilty conscience, while he took in the picture that presented himself: Sandburg, kneeling on the floor, head down, mane dangling, ass up high - *God, 'that' just added to all those hot little fantasies I insist to have about you, Chief. You're no help here...*

"Don't worry, I've got it fixed, Jim. You ready? Let's go then."

****

The sun was still up when - no three hours later - they arrived at the campsite Jim had discovered a few months ago. They were able to drive close to the beautiful lake then unloaded the truck - And just before Jim could *help* Blair with the large, mysterious package in the back of the truck the Guide sent his Sentinel to said lake to take a bath:

"Even I can smell you, Jim - no offense, I don't mind " *You have no idea how goood you smell right now...* The thought rose unbidden and Blair stomped down on it with all his willpower. "But for your nose it must be almost unbearable. Plus I'm really glad you let me join you on this trip, so I'm the one who's doing all the work for once, right? AND - there's the surprise I've been talking about - remember?"

"Is it that thing in the back...?"

When Jim made an attempt to get closer to his truck again, Blair shoved the tall resisting man away, to the lake.

"Maybe, but now GO" with a last pat on Jim's hard, muscled, defined *Get a grip Sandburg* backside he added: "I'll join you in an hour, and I'll bring towels." He listenend to almost inaudible grumblings as the big man slowly trudged away.

Forty minutes later the new tent presented itself in all its glory and Blair gathered some towels looking forward to a refreshing bath.

You can't sneak on to a Sentinel. So Sandburg was not surprised, when his particular Sentinel looked up the precise moment when he stepped out of the woods. Although tall, the man was standing chest-deep in water and Blair felt a surge of warmth bolt through his body, while he watched the small beads of water slowly dripple down over the broad defined muscles, sining in the last caresses of a setting sun. Despite this feeling he was not aroused - never been sexually attracted to a man before his body did not know how to react to undiscovered feelings. But as he wrestled out of his clothes he was overly aware of his genitals, the heaviness of his sack, the soft warmth of his penis that was - just for good measure - filling but not ro rise just to show off what could be while Jim watched as the young man stepped into the cool water.

*God, he looks like a sprite* - Jim found himself zooming in on the ears of his young Guide trying to discover if they'd suddenly developed peaks, hidden by this mane of unruly curls. *Don't be silly, Ellison... concentrte on something else* But the only something else he right now could think of was the cock that was revealed, while Sandburg scrambled out of his jeans and underware in one not so graceful movement. A cock, that even at this distance seemed to radiate heat almost visible to a Sentinel. The small groan escaping Jim ws too soft for Blair to hear. Then the young man splashed into the water with a yelp half painful half delighted.

"So, Sandburg, what's with that surprise of yours?"

"I'll show you as soon as we get back to the campsite." Then he added suddenly unsure "And I hope you're not mad at me... " Then, a little more confident:"Hey, I brought towels and sweats, left them on the shore. You forgot, you know"

"What would I do without you?" With that Jim dunked Blair who emerged spluttering and gasping hair soaking wet.

"Why, Jim? Did you think I needed that? Well, Thank you..."

"No, you just looked so invitingly "

"So I'll have to do something about my looks, guess"

"Not as long as I'm concerned..." Was it just Blair's imagination or did Jim's voice give away more than usual? Nahh, not possible...

"By the way, Blair, did Sam get a hold on you today? She came into the bullpen in the morning looking for you."

The young man stopped squeezing water out of his hair and threw Jim a dirty look: "So that's how she got my number at the U. Why , Thanks again, Big Guy..."

"Hey, I didn't give it to her. Figured, you'd like to have at least one hiding place", he snickered evilly.

"Oh; well, she found out - wanted to take me to a party that weekend. Sounded really pissed when I told her I already had a commitment."

"Did you really use the word commitment, Chief?" And at Blairs shrug and nod "Well, no wonder, she's pissed." And with the utmost care Jim pushed down an unwanted feeling of relieve that made the skin of his whole body tingly with delight. "C'mon, Guppy, your lips are turning blue, lets get out of the water. I want to have that surprise right now."

****

And a surprise it was. The tent was impure luxury, this certain deluxe model even came with a double air matress covered in a heavy cotton layer - clearly designed to host ex-owner Fletcher plus his various girlfriends. Now the matress was extra-covered with one of the big sleeping bags, the second one thrown over as a coversheet.

"What do you say, Big Guy? " The long silence emanating from the tall man was wearing on Sandburgs nerves. "It's all yours, I mean, ours, I mean, I got it from one of my students, and I thought, you'd like it, too. We still got the small tents, too, but I didn't bring them this time..."

Blair's voice trailed off, softly disappearing in insecurity.

"Hold it, kid, take a breath. - I think it's great. I'm just - you know - really surprised..." *And frightened to the bones. That means sleeping in one bed. Bad, Ellison, very bad. Control your dreams, willya?*

"You like it?" There was so much hope and joy radiating through that voice, Jim couldn't bring himself to anything to destroy this sort of happiness.

"I love it. Really. Now let's get something to eat."

When they finally went to bed that night, Ellison was almost aggressively dressed in a heavy sweater, long sweatpants and boxers. *No skin to skin contact and maybe I'll survive the night without embarrassing myself.* But it was long after midnight, when exhaustion finally took over and the tall man sank into a restless sleep, his last conscious thought *whatever you do, don't touch him....*.

****

Blair was standing on the shore of that beautiful lake they had found weeks ago. He had unceremoniously dropped his clothes so that they almost fell into the cool water. Jim was suddenly very glad that he was already standing in the lake waiting for his lover to come to him. And his young Guide smiled this enigmatic smile of his and stepped into the water and came closer, oh, so close. The smile disappeared and Jim knew with sudden clarity that he would do everything to bring that smile back onto that beloved face. Blair's hands caressed him with whisperlight touches and Jim could no longer help himself. He moaned and encircled this wonderful bundle of energy that was all his at the moment and for the rest of his life inside a tight embrace.

"Ohhh, Chief..."

They were resting on a lush meadow now, and the sun seemed to shine, for it was warm and they were no longer wet from their bath in the lake. Jim's arms were still holding his lover and he felt his body tightening when he started minute rocking movements to show the man that was lying so tantalizingly close just how much he loved and adored him. He felt his own heartbeat increase, then heard and felt Blair's heart pick up speed, too. It was almost too much.

"Ohh,Chief..."

When he smelled the other man's arousal it very nearly pushed him over the edge. But then the dream changed again and suddenly all he could see was Blair. Blair's face was all he could smell, Blair's low moans were all he could touch and Blair's hot, hard cock was all he could hear. Nothing else mattered any more. And he didn't know if he really said it or if it was just another prayer in his dream :' Please, love , open your eyes..."

**

"Ohhh, Chief " - Blair never was a light sleeper. But this once the little more than inaudible moan managed to get through the fog of a healthy good-nights rest. He had been sleeping on his side, facing Jim and one of the tall man's arms had found it's way over his upper body, was now providing an embrace in which Blair had been resting quietly. Still half asleep and not sure about what had woken him in the first place, Blair unconsciously tried to get closer to that warm cosy place of sleep and succeded in getting closer to the warm, hard body close to him. The grip of Jim's arm tightened and Blair gave a small contented sigh and closed his eyes again. Then the warm , hard body next to him started small, rocking movements and Blair gave in to the excitement and arousal that washed over him, while his own body took over, finally recognizing what to do, how to react to a male body making love to him.

"Ohh, Chief" no mistaking the sigh this time. All he could feel was a passion he never thought of being capable to feel and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to lock out the rest of the outside world in order to prevent that feeling forever - or at least for the length of that incredible dream that suddenly showed him just how much he was capable of loving and adoring the tall detective.

"Please, love , open your eyes..." The demand was made and reluctantly Blair obeyed. In the soft morning light that filtered through the walls of the tent he opened his eyes and found himself the center of Jim's being. Held tightly against a broad muscled chest, the sweater Jim still wore no barrier to his imagination. Yet there was something wrong. Yesss. In Blair's dream they had been naked, now there were layers of annoying cloth between them so the Guide started to get rid of them. He pushed his own sweatpants down, then his hand found the seams of Jim's sweats and boxers and he tugged and shoved until those silly clothes that had appeared out of nowhere were out of the way again.

Jim's movements grew instantly faster, he thrust harder and with a groan spilled himself onto the furry belly of his Guide. The tall man's eyes fluttered closed and he sagged back, totally relaxed, already slipping back into the sweet dream he so obviously had enjoyed. Leaving Blair dazed with lust and a raging hard-on that would not quit.

"Not now, Jim" - Blair rolled onto his Sentinel, covered the big man with his body and let him feel his engorged cock, while he rubbed himself against that perfect body.

"Kiss me", he demanded and at the same time dove in for a taste of those sensuous lips all the time never losing the rhythm of his hips. Blue eyes flew open again, but the detective could not say anything, for his mouth was full of Blair's invading tongue and he got his first real taste of Blair and it was so much better than any dream he had ever had. His grip around the writhing body that covered his tightened again and he started helping thrusts while one of his hands found Blair's ass and kneeded the clenching muscle. Blair broke the passionate kiss.

"JIM!"

The Guide's whole body froze, suspended in a perfect arch, while Jim's thrusts still provided much needed friction, Jim's fingers found the most secret place and pressed against it, not yet invading but reminding of never-done-before-things to come.

Blair felt the pressure against his opening and it was the last stimulation he needed to let go. He came and came and started to move again and spurted and shivered and finally started to breathe again until he collapsed on top of a startled detective who hadn't even heard of anyone coming this hard in his whole life.

The two men might have dozed off again in the afterglow of their powerful orgasm, with Blair still sprawled over the hard-msucled body and Jim still holding the smaller man tightly to his chest. Their heartbeats, oddly in tune and merging to Jim's sensitive hearing, slowed down and overheated skin started to cool. And with the first goosebums that appeared on Blair's exposed back Jim felt the shift though his eyes were still closed. Blair's whole body froze in the cool morning breeze. Almost frantically the younger man tried to break free from Jim's embrace, making only minute movements in a vain attempt not to rouse a seemingly sleeping sentinel.

"Not now, Blair" Jim's voice was rusty - panting, passionate groans and hours of sleep do that to vocal cords.

"Listen, man, I'm sorry, I'll leave the tent in a sec. I just couldn't help it. Had a hell of a wet dream, Don't worry, tonight I'll sleep outside - little cold will do me good - you don't have to restrain me any longer. Sorry I didn't wake up in time to prevent ... - Oh, god, it won't happen ever again, I promise. " The grad student sounded very young all of a sudden, while he rattled on and on without taking a break to breathe.

"Blair" The voice of authority finally broke the younger man's monologue.

"Yeah?" Tentative hesitation expressed itself in a small voice and a taut body that was trembling in earnest now, straining against the confines of Jim's strong arms.

"I'm well aware of one thing." *Well, me too, I just came all over my Sentinel and now I'm about to be thrown out of his life, Guide-thing be damned.* Blair swallowed hard.

"It was my dream that got you started, love" Now that it finally had happened, that he finally had said it, Jim felt calm and composed and in control of the situation again, thank you very much. When he opened his eyes he looked into frightened blue pools that grew larger at the endearment until they filled his whole vision.

"I woke up when you responded. Even during the hottest dreams I've had you never responded. Your heartbeat always stayed regular. This time my dream came true. I'm sorry. I understand it if you wanna bolt..." Because suddenly it occured to Jim that maybe, just maybe Blair had been responding to a dream of his own, featuring his latest long legged female flame and Jim blushed furiously and let the younger man go.

"So you dreamed about me - and you used me tonight. And you took advantage of my vulnerability in sleep..." Blair sounded incredulous, even a little betrayed, tinged with hurt.

Jim's blush deepened. He was in deep shit and he knew it. *He's going to run for good this time, Sentinel-thing be damned.* Jim swallowed hard.

"I said I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you demand from me. Whatever you need, I'll do it, just forgive me. After all, I *was* asleep when ..."

"Shut up" Jim's lips actually made a little sound when he clamped them shut.

"You called me love. Does that mean, you love me?" And when Jim dared not to answer immediately "I demand an answer. You owe me that much, don't you think so?"

"Yes Blair"

"Yes, you owe me an answer or yes, you love me?"

"Yes to both of it"

"I want you to say it"

"Yes, I love you. I'm sorry; I know you deserve better. I should have more control than to give in to my urges..."

The detective never finished the sentence. It was not that important anyhow. Because for the second time on this magical morning his mouth was full of Blair's tongue when the Guide took possession of his Sentinel in a blistering kiss that spoke of passion and things to come, sorry for the small pun.

"We'll have to do something about this control-fetish of yours." Blair was panting hard when he broke his kiss to explain. "I mean, control is good, as long as it doesn't interfere with your feelings. Or tries to prevent them at all." He looked down at Jim's stunned face, flushed with renewed arousal, eyes dilated and dark with passion. Talk was overrated, wasn't it.

They kissed again. And without remembering when they got this far, they were hard again and slowly moving together in a seductive love-dance. Jim had opened his sense of touch to enjoy the sensation of prickly chest hair on his overheated skin. When Blair grabbed his nipples to rub them into hot hard pebbles the tall man arched and moaned. Each pinch was a small cry and sent a jolt of pleasure into his hot, weeping cock.

"You like it rough?" *Obviously*

Blair rolled off the hardmuscled body and smiled when Jim followed the movement till they were on their sides again, facing each other, never breaking the rhythm of their hips.

"So maybe, Mr Control, when we're at home again, ..." Blair's hand left Jim's nipple and trailed a hot tickling path over gorgeous hips to shivering asscheeks and found its way into the cleft and to the small puckered opening that quivered in anticipation. "...just maybe I'll take care of that control-fetish of yours..." Blair brought his hand to his mouth and wet one of his fingers with rapt concentration. Jim's breath caught at the sight of this deliberate provocation. "... just maybe ..." with that Blair shoved that wet finger deep inside Jim's eager entrance "... I'll take your control away from you by fucking you senseless...."

When Blair's finger made it through the muscled ring Jim had started to roar. He could not escape the prodding finger, had to hold still and endure - enjoy - the sensation, let loose, *take control fucking senseless* the words echoed in his mind. Dimly Jim registered that he was still moving his hips, thrusting and touching Blair's body, *dare think it, his COCK* with every rocking motion impaling himself on Blair's finger as well. No escape this time. Was this really Blair, howling like a madman? It was not really important for the only thing that mattered to Jim right now was Blair's hot cum, that coated his belly; that slightly stale smell of semen that hit his nose and the slick juice that provided lubrication for his own hard aching member. He almost crushed Blair in his embrace, then rammed himself one last time onto that teasing finger and climaxed.

Jim was still moving, tired, small bumps grinding against the younger man, when the voice of his Guide penetrated the haze. "Jim, Jim, shh, come to again, lover, I hate to break it to you, but for this time it's over..."

Their kiss was gentle and promising. In the end Blair was on his back and had a replete Jim resting on his furry chest. "Let's stay this way. I mean, together, just the two of us:" Who said it - it was not important, for both of them meant it.

Finally Jim sighed deeply and murmured into the chest hairs that tickled his nose "Blair - I'd like to go home - if you want to ... so you .. just maybe..."

"Sure, Jim." The Sentinel sighed again, happily this time. And he didn't see those incredible big blue pools widen in astonishement - or was it mischief, or love?