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Category: PWP
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: J/B
Warnings: None
Summary: Blair makes a special purchase on the way home one day.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the TV series The Sentinel. All rights belong to Petfly Productions and Paramount.
Credits: Thanks Sheila for the title!
Acknowledgements: With many thanks to my betas, Karen, wod, Sheila and Thalia at Sentinel-betas for their encouragement and kick-ass betaing.
This would have been crap without them!
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"What can I say, man? Lust - it's one of my vices."
Blair grinned as he leaned back in his chair at Jim's desk, not bothering to hide his ogling of the new donut girl. Jim shook his head in mock despair.
"It's the indiscriminate lusting that I'm worried about, Chief."
"The only reason it's indiscriminate is because I can't get what I really want," Blair replied, glancing at Jim with a sigh before reverting his attention back to the donut girl. He idly wondered what her name was and if she was dating anyone. Or if he could be bothered pursuing her.
Jim arched an eyebrow. Now there was news - that his randy roommate might actually have standards apart from the ability to draw breath. There was hope yet. "Oh? You mean, you actually know what you want?"
Blair smiled and looked directly at Jim. "Yeah, actually, I do."
Their eyes locked briefly before Blair broke contact and stood up. "Still, until that happens, no point in getting rusty, is there? Okay, I'm outta here - I need to do some food shopping. Italian okay for tonight?"
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Jim arrived home to find Blair braced against the kitchen counter, staring into the pot of bubbling spaghetti sauce.
"Chief?"
Blair looked up, startled out of his reverie. "Oh, hey, Jim." He picked up the wooden spoon and stirred the sauce.
"You okay?" Jim asked as he hung up his coat.
"Sure," Blair replied. He indicated the sauce. "Dinner'll be ready in half an hour."
Jim nodded. "Okay. I'll go shower then."
When Jim closed the bathroom door, Blair sighed, put down the spoon and sat wearily at the table. Lust. He hesitated before reaching into the back pocket of his sweats and withdrew a small plastic bag containing the dried green herbs he'd picked up from the specialty Chinese herb shop on the way home, and stared at them in contemplation. It had been a spur of the moment purchase as he'd stopped to buy his secret ingredient for the spaghetti sauce that was now happily simmering away. In the bag - a potent aphrodisiac.
Blair was torn between adding the herbs to the sauce mixture, and throwing them in the trash. The mixture had a high success rate, the old herbalist had advised him with a wink. But that was for people with ordinary senses If Jim's reaction to pheromones were anything to go by, and given his sensitivity to drugs in general, a Sentinel would be powerless against it. Jim had, of course, been exposed to mild aphrodisiacs before - they were virtually unavoidable in daily life - but he'd never been exposed to a synergistic blend before. And this one was amongst the most potent in existence. Allegedly.
And Blair was almost crazy with desire from wanting Jim. But did he want Jim badly enough to consider using such manipulations to have him? Blair closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then his eyes flew open wide at the thought that suddenly crossed his mind. Fuck, what a moron! He kicked himself mentally at his own stupidity. How on earth could he seriously consider this? It would be tantamount to drugging someone against their will - so what would differentiate him from the garden-variety drink-spiking rapist? Blair swallowed hard and began to feel sick as he thought through the implications. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Idiot!
"What the hell?!"
Blair barely heard the exclamation before the small bag was torn from his fingers by an angry half-naked and still-damp Sentinel, and his heart began to pound. Jim wouldn't have known what he'd been thinking, would he…? But dear god, he looked edible…
"Sandburg, you better have a good explanation for this!" Jim glared at Blair as he opened the bag and sniffed its contents. A confused frown creased Jim's forehead as he took another cautious sniff. "This isn't...?"
Guilt-laden relief rushed through Blair as he pulled himself from his reverie. "No, Jim," he rolled his eyes, "They're not drugs. Well," he amended with a shrug, "not the illegal kind anyway." He waggled his eyebrows for effect.
"Oh?" Jim raised an eyebrow. "What kind of drug is it then?"
Blair stood and slowly but firmly claimed the bag back. In any case, it was far too dangerous in Sentinel hands. He cleared his throat deliberately. "This, Jim, is a mixture of rare Chinese herbs. They stimulate certain parts of the brain and body." He wasn't going to let on if he could help it, though he knew Jim wasn't far from figuring it out himself. Jim just wouldn't know what had prompted the purchase, but Blair could easily make up some excuse for that.
Jim looked curious. Despite his general cynicism, some of Blair's herbs had proven effective in the past and he wasn't about to ignore this latest batch, especially if Blair had any thoughts about trying them out on his Sentinel. "What parts, Chief?"
Blair blushed faintly. "Um, they're an aphrodisiac, actually. If you must know."
Jim grinned knowingly.
"And I swear if you tell anyone, Jim...!" Blair warned.
Jim chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I can keep a secret. So," he continued, "is this gonna help you get what you want, Chief?"
Blair smiled wryly. "Nah. It's not just about sex, man."
Jim smiled softly. "Good to hear, Chief."
Blair shrugged and pocketed the herbs, returning to the stove to stir the sauce again. Crisis over. Thank God. His eyes followed Jim as he went upstairs to change. He was definitely flushing those herbs first chance he got. He couldn't believe he'd even think about doing something so vile to someone he loved more than life.
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Jim came down the stairs dressed in his own sweats, feeling relaxed if somewhat restless, and wandered towards the delicious smell coming from the stove. Blair was still stirring the sauce, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He looked gorgeous with the steam rising gently around him. Jim moved to stand behind him, and placed his hands on Blair's shoulders. He leaned in to take a deep sniff, and was rewarded with a rich and flavourful aroma that did pleasant things to his senses.
"Smells good," Jim commented, closing his eyes momentarily to savour the sensation.
"Hm?" Blair replied, amused and slightly distracted by the pleasant weight of Jim's hands. "Oh, thanks. Should be ready soon." Jim's hands squeezed and moved downwards slightly, then back up to Blair's shoulders, and Blair suddenly tensed as an unwelcome thought crossed his mind.
"No rush," Jim replied, beginning to knead Blair's suddenly tense shoulders. "Relax, Chief. Why don't I put on some music?"
Blair swallowed. "Uh, sure, Jim. Want to open the wine while you're at it?" Oh great, Blair, set the scene why don't you? Stop it, he immediately admonished himself. Of course we always have wine with Italian. Settle down!
Jim nodded and, humming softly, continued his massage for a minute before moving away. His mood lifted as he looked forward to his favourite kind of evening - good food, good wine, and Blair. And if he was lucky, an unobtrusive grope. He grinned.
Blair breathed in and out slowly, willing himself to relax. God, Jim was more touchy-feely than usual tonight. Please don't let that be a result of that earlier sniff of the herbs.
Before Blair could continue his thoughts, Jim returned to stand behind him, once again placing his hands on Blair's shoulders.
"How much longer?" The Sentinel rested his chin on Blair's shoulder and sniffed again. "Mmm, smells good," he breathed as Blair watched him warily from the corner of his eye. "I'm huuuunnnngry."
Blair couldn't help it: he smiled. Jim was being way too cute tonight, and the way he was pressing against his back… "Jim, man, are you okay? You seem… happier than you usually are."
Jim smiled and straightened up. "Maybe," he shrugged. "I am feeling kinda loose, a bit." He chuckled. "Hey, maybe it's those herbs. Kidding!" he reassured as Blair tensed up once again.
Blair cleared his throat. "Jim, don't joke about things like that. You know how much I worry."
"I know," Jim acknowledged softly. "I didn't mean anything by it. Okay? So relax." He continued his massage of Blair's shoulders. "I'm feeling generous, and you know it won't last, so enjoy it while you can."
Blair laughed softly and dropped his head in surrender, giving Jim better access. "Okay then."
Jim smiled and moved his hands up until they were threaded through Blair's hair. Mmm, he loved that hair, so surprisingly soft. Leaning in slightly, he unobtrusively inhaled the earthy scent, which was now infused with the tangy aroma of the spaghetti sauce. He felt his groin stir as he imagined how that scent would taste. Jim glanced down at Blair and smiled again. Bingo!
Blair, for his part, could no longer keep his eyes open. He hadn't had a head massage this good for... well, ever. And this was Jim giving it to him with those beautiful, sensitive Sentinel fingers, and the thought crossed his mind that he'd really like Jim to give him something else right now, and that thought made him harden, and he willed himself not to pant too loudly and frighten the man away. Blair felt Jim's hands finally pull away, and he was about to quietly mourn their loss when he felt Jim's arms creep around his waist, pulling him back in a light hug. Jim rested his chin on Blair's shoulder again.
"I probably don't tell you often enough how much I appreciate you," Jim said softly. He inhaled deeply and thought hell, this is as good a time as ever, what with all that talk about aphrodisiacs. They'd been dancing around the subject long enough. He wanted Blair, and he was certain that Blair wanted him. And if worst came to worst, they could both blame it on the herbs. There, an out, just in case.
Blair's eyes widened in shock and he went still. Oh shit! No. No no no no no! But Jim had said it was okay, he wasn't affected...
"I…" Blair cleared his throat. "It's okay. Jim, I know…"
"Shh," Jim whispered against Blair's ear. "Have you ever been with a man, Blair?" Jim held his breath.
Oh… God. Blair inhaled raggedly. Was this it, finally? It was, wasn't it? This was *real*...
"Yes," he whispered in reply.
Jim pressed closer, his body hard and ready. Reaching up with one hand, Jim brushed Blair's hair away from his ear, allowing him better access.
"Have you ever considered…" Jim paused to nibble at Blair's lobe, "being with me, Blair?"
Blair moaned and arched his neck, his body responding to Jim's. "Jim…God, yes," he breathed, and Jim softly kissed his way to Blair's mouth, elated at Blair's response… "but…"
"Shh… Blair… I've wanted you for so long… please let me love you…"
Blair whimpered his acquiescence, finally, and that was all Jim cared about as he took Blair's lips in a slow languid kiss that burned its way through both their bodies.
Blair felt Jim's hardness pressing against him through the soft sweats, and groaned as his body tingled and his own dick throbbed in response. He reached back with his hand to grasp the back of Jim's head as he tried to angle himself to ease the strain on his neck. God, those lips, those beautiful, sensitive lips...
Jim felt Blair's shiver as he traced his fingers down Blair's torso. Reaching the edge of the t-shirt, Jim lifted it and slid his palm up, caressing Blair's skin as he moved upwards, revelling in the soft skin he'd longed to touch, feeling the smooth contours as he followed the path over Blair's ribs. Reaching Blair's nipple, he cupped it and pressed gently, the small nub hardening as his fingers slid through the coarse tangle of chest hair. Oh happy joy, he was touching Blair, kissing Blair, finally!
Blair was in his own paradise, rejoicing in Jim's touch. He grunted softly and sighed as the kiss gentled and Jim kissed his way along his jawline. Reaching Blair's ear, Jim's tongue slid in and laved it as Blair gasped; his cock leapt and he arched his neck further, wanting more, more, more!
"Jim… Jim…" Blair chanted. "God… Jim… I… fuck…" Blair groaned, his head spinning. He couldn't think anymore… it was too much and not enough...
Jim continued his exploration of Blair's body and moved his hand downwards again, to arrive at the waistband of Blair's sweats. He was getting closer now, closer to the source of the incredible heat Blair's body was radiating. He continued his journey down, over the sweats, and traced his hands against the crease of Blair's leg, palming his inner thigh before pressing through the sweats against his room-mate's erection. They groaned in unison as Jim slowly rubbed and rocked their bodies slowly together. This was hard pleasure, this was what Jim wanted, needed; a warm, hard Blair in his arms, moaning and thrusting against him, needing what Jim needed, wanting what Jim wanted to give him. Jim dragged his hand back upward, fingered the edge of Blair's sweats, then slid his hand inside, fingers crawling to the thick thatch of pubic hair and quickly finding his prize.
Blair gasped and arched his body as he felt Jim's warm hand clasp his pulsing, leaking dick. "Jim!"
"Yeah, Blair," Jim breathed in his ear, finding Blair's lips once again in a punishing kiss. "I want you so bad… do you want me too?"
"Yeah, Jim," Blair groaned. "God, yeah… so bad..."
"How?" Jim murmured between kisses.
"Fuck…" Blair mumbled against Jim's mouth. "Anything. Fuck me? Please? I've wanted it forever…"
Jim groaned as his own cock leapt at the thought. "Me too." He breathed deeply. "Wait here?" Blair grunted in affirmation, and Jim's kisses slowed as he pulled reluctantly away to get some supplies from the bathroom.
Blair took a moment to catch his breath and turn off the stove. Fuck! He was having trouble thinking of anything but how much his hand was shaking. And before he could focus his thoughts again, Jim was back, his warmth palpable against Blair's back as he pressed close once again. Blair smiled and tilted his head back to look into Jim's flushed face as he reached back with his hands, encountering bare skin. Oh!
Their eyes locked and Blair turned around as Jim wound his arms around Blair's waist. Blair's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they took the liberty of wandering all over Jim's bare skin, and Blair's brain decided it was party time and all thought fled as it simply processed the fact that Jim was standing before him stark naked, hard and ready and leaking and dear god, Blair thought he would faint like a pathetic romance novel heroine, except then he'd miss out on *this* and that just wasn't an option. Hell, no!
"Okay?" Jim asked softly, his lips a hairs breadth away from Blair's.
"Mmhm, yeah," Blair sighed before he planted a soft kiss on one of Jim's smooth pectoral muscles. "Want you…" He kissed the other as Jim sighed blissfully. "Need you… " He kissed a nipple and felt it harden, and continued to bestow his attention on it as his hands continued their caresses, moving inexorably down the silky skin, taking, as it were, the scenic route to their destination.
Jim shuddered at the twin sensations of the moist heat of Blair's mouth closing over his nipple, and the strong, smooth hands caressing his skin, moving down over his hip, Blair's fingers brushing the curve of his ass and then apparently deciding to rest there as Blair kissed and tasted his way down Jim's body. And Jim knew then that this was going to be good, better than he'd expected, even though it already was, but suddenly there was the promise of that something extra and hell, Jim was not about to turn that down. And Jim stopped thinking and instead held his breath as he felt Blair's breath at his groin, and Blair was kissing him but Blair was being sneaky and was kissing around where Jim really wanted that mouth. Jim groaned, on the verge of begging, and he felt Blair smile as he finally, finally kissed his way up Jim's shaft and yeah, this was good, and Jim finally remembered to breathe. And then Blair licked him, one broad, long swipe of the tongue before he kissed the tip of Jim's dick, lapped up the precum that was dripping freely, and sucked in Jim's cock in one fell swoop. To Jim's credit, he didn't buck - much, but oh boy, he needed to move and fuck that mouth but Blair wouldn't let him...
Blair, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Blair was in heaven - Blair was sucking Jim's dick! Yeah! And he wanted to laugh his happiness but obviously, he couldn't, and he'd rather be doing this anyway; this beat laughing himself silly anytime because this was Jim's dick he was sucking! And his hands found Jim's balls and promptly fondled them gently, and that was good too, but soon enough he felt them draw up and knew that Jim was close to coming, but that wasn't good because Blair had plans for that dick. So he reluctantly pulled away, giving it a final kiss farewell before he stood back up and wound his arms tightly around Jim's neck and pressed his own - still clothed, but that didn't seem to matter, somehow - body closer to Jim. He licked his lips and asked hoarsely, "So, wanna fuck?" and Jim pulled him impossibly tighter, and kissed him, hard.
Jim slid his hands down Blair's sweats, cupping his lover's ass and grinding their bodies together, and Blair shifted so his legs were slightly further apart, giving Jim better access. Their bodies rocked together briefly, and Jim pulled away slightly to pull Blair's sweat pants down, exposing Blair's hot skin to the cooler air briefly before he aligned their cocks together and began rocking again, their bodies undulating and their hot cocks sliding against one another, and Jim's hands moved back to cup and caress Blair's ass.
Jim closed his eyes, panting blissfully. "God, you feel so good, baby…"
Blair gasped and broke off the kiss. "More!" he breathed, grinding his body forward and then pressing himself backwards into Jim's hands.
"Wait…" Jim panted as he stilled their movements. "Turn around," he instructed breathlessly.
Blair nodded dazedly and complied, bracing himself against the counter and spreading his legs, only to find his movements hampered by his sweats. "Shit," Blair muttered and kicked one leg off, before spreading his legs wider, this time, back arched and ass up in invitation. "C'mon, Jim, I'm dying here!"
Jim chuckled breathlessly and he moved forward reassuringly, pressing himself against Blair's back and nuzzling Blair's neck before finding Blair's ear again, kissing it and teasing it mercilessly while he squeezed some lube onto his fingers and pressed a slick finger against Blair's opening, his other hand moving around to lazily fist Blair's erection.
Blair sighed and pushed back, sliding Jim's finger further in. He groaned in pleasure before pulling away to thrust back onto Jim's hand.
"Jiiim," he moaned and pushed back again eagerly, and again, and again. "More… please..." He felt two fingers against him, and opened up to take them both with a satisfied sigh. "Yessss…" He pushed further back to take them deeper, before his body jerked forward as Jim tugged on his cock. "Fuck! Jim!" He writhed back and forth between the two, trying to maximise his pleasure, and eventually, finally! he felt the blunt tip of Jim's latex-covered cock against him. "Oh, yeeeaahh..." He slowed and braced himself against the counter, then pushed back slowly, invitingly rubbing his cleft against Jim's erection and groaning his need, even monosyllabic words having deserted him, seemingly in honor of this moment.
Jim needed no further encouragement, and parted Blair's cheeks reverently, aligning himself with Blair's slick hole. He watched, marvelled, as the head was slowly swallowed, and he slowly pushed the rest of his way in to the hot channel.
Blair tried to spread his legs impossibly wider as he was slowly filled, and pushed back encouragingly. This was good, this was sooo gooood! This was it, this was Jim, inside him, oh happy day, and yeah!
"God, Blair," Jim hissed. "So… fucking… good…"
Blair groaned, agreeing completely, but this was no time for niceties. He had Jim inside, and he wanted it, hard, now, enough with the talking already! "Yeah. More. Hard." He thrust back pointedly and arched in ecstasy as Jim's cock brushed his prostate. "Aargh! Fuck! Yes!"
Jim gasped and pulled out slowly, eliciting a frustrated groan from his partner, before slamming in hard.
Blair screamed. He pushed back hard, eagerly meeting Jim's thrust. "Now!" Full steam a-fucking-head!
Jim grunted and pulled back out, then thrust deeply once more, and settled into a hard and fast rhythm that had them both gasping.
Blair hung his head, his hair spilling and curtaining his face as Jim pressed one hand between his shoulder blades. His other hand grasped Blair's hip as he watched his cock pistoning in and out of Blair's body. His face contorted in a grimace of unimagined pleasure, almost expecting to combust from the heat generated by their frantic coupling.
"Jim!" Blair shouted, his lust-fogged mind dimly registering that this was all-too-soon and not-soon-enough coming to an end. "Jim! I'm…" - gasp - "I'm…" Blair's voice cut off as he stiffened and shot his load, hard.
Another two strokes and Jim followed his own path to ecstasy, his own body jerking as he held on tightly to ride his orgasm out. He collapsed against Blair, pushing them both against the counter before they fell onto the floor, and slipped out of Blair with a slight slurp.
"Fuck," Blair huffed dazedly. "Geez, what the fuck was that…" He struggled to catch his breath and wriggled around to face Jim, his eyes wide, a huge smile on his face.
"That," Jim panted happily, giving Blair a quick peck on the lips, "was fucking incredible." He groaned and pulled the condom off, tying the end before placing it carefully on the floor beside them. Must remember to pick that up when he could stand again.
Blair chuckled breathlessly. "Yeah. Could say that again… man!" He shook his head in amazement.
"Yeah." They looked at each other, and smiled.
Then Blair's smile faded, concern replacing it. "Jim," he began.
"Shh." Jim instructed gently. "Not right now. Let's just sit here on this cold hard floor and bask a bit, then we can talk, okay? Come here, I want to cuddle."
Blair hesitated, then laughed. "Yeah, okay." He snuggled down into Jim's welcoming arms. For once, Jim was right. They could talk later. Right now, there was basking to be done.
"Okay," Jim sighed, as Blair relaxed and settled down. "Now, about those herbs…"
The End