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Disclaimers:  These guys from The Sentinel belong to PetFly and Paramount. I just play with them.

Warnings:  The story involves domestic discipline, m/m/m/ and in future
stories BDSM.

And the most important warning of all:  Jim is not a top he is a brat and
will be punished at times by Simon and Blair.

If any or all of the warnings push a bad button for you don't go any
further.

Author's note and thanks:  This will be a new series called Home is Were the Heart Is.  They are stories and snippets written for my beta Joey who has to be one of the most patient people in the world as a thank you.  She has agreed and encourage me to share them with others. Thanks Joey for the help and the friendship!

Also sooner or later, there will be a crossover between the X-files trio
S/K/M and right now I see a private nude beach in Hawaii.  Walter and Simon are eating a quiet dinner as they stare at 4 red butts that rival the sunset in their beauty.

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 The Nightshirt.

The thumping on the door stopped Blair's pacing, he took a deep breath and walked to the door, opening it slowly.

"Does this," Simon held Jim by the scruff of the neck like he was a runaway  kid or puppy, "belong to you?"

Jim looked bedraggled, he was wet and shivering, his lips were a light
shade  of blue. His eyes were downcast.

"Yes, I'm afraid THIS does," Blair answered. He moved out of the doorway hiding the relief that shone in his eyes.

"Well, you shouldn't let him out without a leash!" Simon growled angrily.
Jim tried to struggle out of Simon's hold but he was at a disadvantage. He
had been on an unauthorized stakeout in 20 below weather and then took a dip  in an icy pond.

"What happened?" Blair looked at Simon who finally let go of Jim so his
guide could help him get out of his soaking wet coat.

"Our friend here," anger, worry and love warred for a moment in Simon's
eyes but anger won, "spent last night out in the cold watching Spencer.

Jim interrupted by stuttering, "Bbbutt, IIII ffinally caught him!"

"Yeah, and almost got hypothermia!" Simon retorted.

Deciding it would be better to separate the combatants for a few minutes
Blair  tugged on Jim. "Come on let's get you into a bath."

Jim meekly followed, but so did Simon.

"Umm, Simon I can handle Jim, why don't you..." Blair trailed off when he
received an anger glare from the still very furious Simon.

"Oookay," Blair drawled, "You can come."

"Chief," Jim implored.

 "Sorry, but you don't get a say." Blair bent over and turned on the water
 in the bath, lukewarm to start. He waited until the water was a 1/4 filled
 before turning it off.  He turned to Jim and efficiently stripped him of
his clothes. "Climb in."

 Jim was too cold to feel humiliated in front of his boss and Blair was his
 lover so he already seen everything anyway and apparently liked what he saw  if the pheromones that he was producing were anything to judge by.

As Jim turned to get into the tub Blair slapped his butt hard.  The smack
echoed around the bathroom walls.

 Jim sighed, he knew that this was just the start of a very rough few days.
 The warm water felt good lapping around his cold limbs, "Chief the water
 needs to be warmer." He reached for the hot water handle and pulled his
 hand back in surprise when he was slapped again.

 "You need to be warmed slowly so you don't go into shock. Sit back and  relax," Blair ordered.

 Jim heard the snicker that Simon wasn't polite enough to try to suppress
and  turned to glare at him. Unfortunately, his glare was sent back to him 300  hundred fold. Defeated, he closed his eyes. Blair took a wash cloth and  gently ran the warm water down his back and chest. After a few minutes he  added some more warm water to the tub and repeated his action. Finally, the water was warm  enough for steam to come up and Jim really relaxed.

 "Simon watch him. I need to get him some warm clothes."

 Simon, who had been very quiet watching the younger man ministering to his  lover just nodded, the lump in his throat, love and lust mixed, kept him
 form verbalizing an answer. He got closer to the tub and looked down, <Oh,  MY GOD! Jim's shaved!>  Simon had to concentrate to keep his cock from  jumping to attention, beads of sweat appeared on his upper lip.

 Jim took that minute to open his eyes, clear blue eyes met with dark brown  ones and then both looked away blushing. The washrag that Blair had been  using Jim discreetly put over his groin.

 Blair rushed in breaking the awkward moment.

 "Okay, Jimmy time to get out of the tub!"

 "Jimmy?" Simon asked quizzically.

 Jim blushed while Blair explained, "It's the name I use when he's in
 trouble."

 "Trouble?" Simon asked still puzzled.

 "Simon, you're in for an enlightening experience or if you'd prefer not to
 know then you can leave and I'll let you know how he is in the morning."
 Blair challenged Simon. He knew that the other man wanted to join them,
he'd  known for weeks, but Simon didn't know how to approach them so Blair was  going to take the bull by the horns so to speak.

 Jim sat in the tub turning his head from one of his friends to the other,
 like a spectator at a tennis match.

 Simon looked from Jim to Blair and running his tongue over his lips nodded,  "I'd like to stay."

 "No!" Jim protested from his place in the tub. Both of the men turned
 to glare down at him.

 "One," Blair stated with a quirk of his eyebrow.

 "But, it's different, we're mates," Jim tried to reason with his Guide and
 disciplinarian.

 "Simon's going to join us," Blair declared.

 "No!"

 "TWO"

 "Not like this, please," Jim pleaded. He too knew that Simon wanted to join  them, in fact he knew that Simon would end up topping both of them. But,  not like this not with him in trouble! When they came together as a  threesome he wanted it to be on an equal footing.
 

"THREE!"  Blair reached over and half pulled half-lifted Jim to a standing
position.  The washcloth fell from his lap with a loud "Plop" causing Blair
to look down in puzzlement and Simon to sneak a lustful glance.  Jim was
looking at the ceiling with a why me expression.

"Step out."

 Jim stepped out of the tub and Blair started drying him with a warmed
towel.

 Simon gulped for air as he watched Blair rub Jim's chest; the beaded, wet skin was replaced with beaded, hard nipples. The towel traveled
 further down and Simon's gaze followed. When the towel touched Jim's groin  Simon's breathing hitched and his mouth was completely dry.

 Jim was embarrassed now that he was warm. From Simon's accelerated
heartbeat he knew the older man was paying close
 attention to what Blair was doing. The air was heavy with pheromones, Simon  and Blair's mixed causing the Sentinel's cock to twitch. The rough toweling  had Jim biting his lip to keep from cuming.

Blair was enjoying his moment of  power. He pulled Jim around so that he could dry his back but at the same  time positioned him so that Jim's erect penis was facing Simon.

Simon looked longingly at the erect cock. Impure thoughts of going down on  his detective entered his head as a little drip of precum could be seen on  the cock head. Taking a deep breath he looked away, he started calculating  the department's budget to control his responses to the magnificent feast in  front of him. It didn't work, his cock was tenting the front of his pants.  Fantasies quickly replaced thoughts of work. A Jim sandwich Simon thought,  almost cuming in his pants (something he hadn't done since he was a teenager).  Blair taking the Sentinel's mouth while he took Jim from behind. Kissing  both of those beautiful pouty mouths until they were bruised. Holding them,  letting his love for both of these men show, not just the friendship, but  the love. Simon sighed it was a nice fantasy.

 "All finished," Blair said disrupting Simon thoughts. "Put this on." He
 handed Jim a candy-apple red nightshirt.

"Awww, Chief," Jim semi-whined.

Blair took it back and placed it over Jim's head.  "Yes."

The Sentinel looked like an abashed teenager.  He knew that his butt  would soon be the color of the nightshirt he was wearing.

Following Blair out of the bathroom Jim padded barefoot to the couch.  "Lay down quietly for awhile then I'll take your temperature."

Jim sighed but complied. Blair tucked him up carefully and kissed him on his full pouty lips.   Simon groaned at the image and, as surreptitiously as
possible, pulled the taunt cloth away from his erection.

Blair glanced over at Simon, the captain looked like he was stunned and the fun hadn't even started yet! "Simon, do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah," Simon answer came out in a harsh croak, he cleared is throat and
tried again, "Yes, a beer would be good."

Blair patted Jim on the shoulder as he stood up to fetch the drink.  He
walked near the chair where Simon was sitting and looked down and impishly reached down for what was hiding under that tight tented cloth and...before he knew what was happening he found himself butt up over Simon's lap and Jim was snickering in the background.

 "Imp, you didn't have permission to touch," Simon said, his voice sultry
and  commanding. Blair was quiet, shocked by the unexpected move.

 Jim was sitting up watching, a bemused expression on his face. "Looks like  we start out equals Chief."

 Simon turned his dark gaze to Jim, "You're supposed to be lying quietly."

 Jim immediately lay back down. He'd seen more than a glint of a warning
 in Simon's eyes, he'd seen a promise of things to come.

 Simon turned to the squirming man in his lap. "I think you've had your own  way too much. " He reached around and undid Blair's jean button. Blair bucked  up, earning himself a hard swat.

 "Ouch." Blair turned his head to look at Simon, "You can't do this!"

 "I think you need a loving hand applied to a certain part of your anatomy
 just like our friend on the couch. So we'll set up some rules and
 guidelines. First, because I believe it's a guide/sentinel thing you'll be
 allowed to punish James Joseph."

 "Nooo!" Jim groaned.

 "Yes! Blair's been doing a pretty good job keeping you from being too
 reckless. Just think, you've kept the same truck for a whole 6 months!"
 Simon unzipped and pulled Blair's pants and boxer's down to his captives
ankles, at the same time he admonished the Sentinel, "Not to mention my gray hairs are slowing in frequency. Instead of 5 a week I'm only finding two. So his punishing you works!"

 Blair's expression was smug until he felt the cold cool air around his
 unprotected backside.

 "Simon!" Blair squeaked. A warm hand caressed the rounded curve of the taunt buttocks.

 "Hmm?"

 "Simon, this isn't what we planned!"

 "Really? After both of you sending signals for a couple of months, the
 accidental touches, the tight clothes showing off all your assets?" Simon's
 smoky tone sent shivers of delight down the spines of the two prone men.

 Blair tried again, "Well, yeah we wanted you to join us...but..I'
 msupposetobeincharge."

 Simon laughed loudly and long before finally gaining control. "Well, I
 guess you were wrong. I'm in charge of both of you! So get used to it."

 "I need to take Jim's temperature." Blair would try anything to get out of
 his current position.

 "Okay." Simon quickly agreed.

 Blair tried to slide off the bigger man's lap but was held in place by the
arms of his captor.  "Once you've been punished you can tend to James
Joseph.  He'll be resting until then."  Simon parted the cheeks and ran a
gently finger against the normally hidden rosebud.

 Blair froze in place.

"Not too talkative?"  Simon said amused.

Blair was quiet until the first swat. "Owww, not so hard."

 Simon ignored that, "Why are you being punished?" He spanked the other unblemished cheek.

 "Owww. Because I touched you without permission.'

 "Yes and what else?" Simon started working a drumming pattern 2 hits on one cheek and 3 and on the other then switching.

 "IIII wwwweee." Sobs were coming hard and fast now, "wee should have asked you openly to join us instead of tricking you."

 "Yes, the three of us are going to have to work on communicating," Simon stated thoughtfully. He allowed Blair to sit up.

 "Okay," Blair mumbled into Simon's chest. Simon started caressing Blair's head. They sat like that until Blair had himself under control.

 "Why don't you go see if Jim has a t-shirt and pair a sweatpants I can
 borrow." Simon suggested.

 "Okay. "

 "You might want to bring the thermometer back for Jim."

 "Okay." Blair reached to pull up his pants.

 "You can just finished taking those off, " Simon ordered.

 "Umm, I'd rather have them on," Blair said his stance tentative.

 "I know, but this will reinforce who's in charge won't it?" Simon said
 gently.

 Blair nodded and pulled the pants and boxers off.

 Simon enjoyed the glimpses of Blair's red backside as he mounted the
stairs.  The t-shirt that Blair was wearing barely covered his private areas.

  "Now, Mr. Jim do you have anything to say for yourself?" Simon stood over him.

 "Me? No, Sir," Jim replied innocently.

 "So you think it's okay to go out on an unauthorized stakeout?" Simon
 asked mildly.

 "Well, I caught the bad guy didn't I?" Jim answered and looking at Simon
 quickly added, "Sir."

 "MMM." Simon looked thoughtful as Blair handed him the t-shirt and sweat  pants. Blair stood uncertainly at his side.

 "You were going to take Jim's temperature," Simon reminded him as he took off his dress shirt exposing his massive muscular chest. Blair's tongue
 flicked out of his mouth to wet suddenly dry lips.

 "Okay." He picked up the KY and the thermometer. "Jim turn over."

 "A rectal thermometer?" Simon asked surprised.

 "Yes." Blair was lubing it up. "Like you said, sometimes reminders are
 necessary."

 While Simon changed into the sweatpants, he watched Blair move the cover aside and then lifted the nightshirt exposing Jim's white quivering butt.

 "Jim?" Simon looked at his friend's face, it was flushed almost the same
 color as the nightshirt he wore. Jim had his eyes squeezed closed.

 "He hates having his temperature taken." Blair stated matter of factly as
 he separated the butt cheeks and slowly inserted said thermometer.

 Jim grunted as he felt the slimy intruder enter him.

 Simon gently ran a finger down Jim's flushed face. The younger man leaned into the touch. Simon repeated the motion until Jim slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the taller man. "Thank you."

Simon continued petting him until the time was up. Blair patted Jim
on the back and removed the thermometer.

 "Well?" Simon asked.

 "No fever." Blair's relief was clear in his tone.

 "Can I get up now?" Jim asked.

 "Well, there is the matter of the unauthorized stakeout, going on said
stake out without backup and not letting me know where you were," Blair stated authoritatively

 "Chief, catching bad guys is my job." Jim retorted.

 "Yes, it's your job but not without proper back up." Blair had his hands on his hips glaring down at Jim, Simon all but forgotten.

 Jim stood up and towered over Blair, "You don't interfere with my job.
 Ever!"

 "You answer to me when you act recklessly." Blair stabbed Jim with a finger to the chest.

 "This has nothing to do with our arrangement." Jim glared back.

 Simon cleared his throat loudly. The two angry men ignored him.

 "Gentlemen?" he growled softly.

 "What?" Jim snapped, annoyed, without looking at Simon. Blair on the other hand had looked and was backing down as fast as he could.

 "Sorry."

 "Good!" Jim smiled triumphantly.

 Simon tapped Jim on the shoulder, "I believe he was talking to me."

 Jim eyes got huge, he had forgotten about Simon and the nightshirt was
flimsy protection.

 "Blair what do you usually use on Mr. It's My Job?" Simon inquired.

 "My hand or that hairbrush, Sir," Blair answered trying to earn points by
 being respectful.

 "Okay, why don't you have a seat," Simon said as he picked up the brush and sat down on the couch. Getting very comfortable he called, "James Joseph come here please?" indicating the wide expanse of his lap.

 "Simon, I don't think this is a good idea." Jim backed away.

 "Did Blair make the decision to entice me alone?" Simon said with a raised eyebrow

 "Well, no I wanted you, well, we wanted you for a long time. We umm," Jim pulled at the collar of the nightshirt that was suddenly too tight. "We
 love you." Blair vigorously nodded his head in agreement.

 "And, did you just think I'd be a placid member of this threesome?" Simon's eyebrow was still quirked, this time in amusement.

 "Well, no, I knew you'd be in charge eventually," Jim replied, his eyes
 downcast and his foot scuffing against the floor.

 Blair bounced out of the chair, "What do you mean you knew he would be in charge?"

 Jim rolled his eyes, "Chief, look at him!"

 "But, you are just as strong and stubborn," Blair staunchly defended his
 side of the argument.
 

 "We're not talking about me or my needs." Jim angry stance seemed to say that was the end of that discussion. Blair had been able to look through all his masks to the real man inside and see the need. In dark moments that still shamed Jim.  He saw his needs as a weakness, it had
 taken Blair several long months of talking to him, both with and without a
 paddle in his hand to convince Jim that he was allowed to need, especially to need to be loved for who James Joseph Ellison really was.

 Jim continued, "Now look inside yourself."

 Blair nodded and instead of turning away from Jim as the older man
expected, he reached out and pulled the two of them together. At Blair's touch some of the tenseness seemed to leave Jim's body.

 Simon sat quietly watching the scene unfold; he was close to having
 everything he had wanted for a very long time, but he wouldn't risk their
 partnership to have it.

 Blair closed his eyes and sought the answer. At first he had visions of
 punishing Simon and Jim and then he delved deeper and saw what the other two must have seen: the need to have someone else in control occasionally; the rightness of Simon in their relationship as he lead and they followed.

 Blair opened his eyes and saw the flash of fear in Jim's eyes.  He pulled
the other  man to him tighter. < Fear? Why? > And then it dawned on Blair. <If I reject this need in myself. Jim's afraid that I'll reject him too! >
 Blair turned them both around to face Simon, "I owe you an apology sir, I didn't see it until Jim pointed it out to me but I do need your guidance.
 Thank you both for pointing it out to me."

 Blair kissed Jim and then gave him a gentle shove to get him moving toward Simon.

 Jim stopped about two feet away from Simon.

 "Well, James Joseph?" Simon asked.

 Jim turned to look at Blair who nodded and gestured back at Simon. He took a deep breath and crossed the two feet and placed himself over Simon's lap before his courage could fail him.

 "Good boy," Simon said, rolling the nightshirt up to uncover first
the toned and tight calves, then the muscular tanned thighs, and finally
the pale white trembling buttocks. Simon took time to caress the firm butt.
 The contrast between his dark hand and Jim's white butt fascinated him for several minutes. Jim's whole body started trembling for another reason. The caresses stretched to cover the expanse of Jim's back pushing the nightshirt higher and higher until it was bunched under Jim's arms.

 Simon and Jim sighed contentedly. But there was work to do before the fun could begin. Simon picked up the hairbrush and started to make the first contact with the bared flesh.

 "WAIT!" Blair shouted.

 "What, how dare you interrupt?" Simon growled menacingly.

 "Sir, you don't understand. Jim's got his dials up high because of the
 pleasure you were giving him, if you spank him without warning. . ." Blair
 shuddered at the thought; when the dials were on high a needle sting to Jim would feel like a hot white poker.

 "Is that true James Joseph?" Simon asked shocked.

 "Yes, sir," Jim replied.

 "Turn them to normal at once," Simon ordered.

 "Thank you Blair." Simon realized that without the warning he would have
 punished Jim and not listened to any protest and the other man would have been unable to stand the pain. <There are pitfalls.  We will have to
discuss the rules and consequences carefully. > Instead of being daunted by the challenge, Simon felt invigorated.

 "Ready, Sir," Jim stated. Simon looked at Blair for confirmation and when he received a nod of agreement he struck the first blow.

 "Why are you being punished?" Simon decided to paint one cheek red then the other. Jim could be stubborn but as the fire built on one side it seemed to loosen his vocal chords.

 "II <sniff > shouldn't have <sob> stood an authorized watch on Spencer." Jim replied, the sensation of having one cheek on fire and the other cool was playing havoc with his ability to make conversation.

 Simon looked up from his handiwork at Blair who mouthed "ZONEOUT" as a warning. If Jim concentrated to long on any one sense he would go into an almost catatonic state. Simon rapidly darkened the other pale cheek not giving Jim a chance to breathe in between smacks. "OWWWWWW" was the only word that came from the prone man once the hits stopped.

 "What else?" Simon asked.

 Jim turned his head so he could see Simon's face, "Else?" the pain in his
 backside causing him to use one word sentences.

 "What else?" Simon asked again, being totally unhelpful in furnishing the
 information that would release the younger man from his lap. Picking up the rhythm he did a perfect rendition of "BABALOO" on the upturned cheeks. Not one spot of white was left and they were going from a light pink to a dark cherry red.

 Jim was almost in a panic, <What other answer does he want! >  Admitting defeat might get him off Simon's lap. "Sir, <sob>  I'm  sorry < shuddering sob> I  don't know what you're talking about."

 Simon looked nonplussed <Jim doesn't realize..> Simon stopped the spanking and pulled the other man up so that he was cuddled on his lap. It was awkward even though Simon was taller than Jim but, he wanted the younger man to look him in the eyes when he talked, "You risked your life
unnecessarily.

 There are risks in are line of work that are acceptable, what you did was
 not."

 Jim nodded his understanding and buried his head into Simon's neck as he worked to get his sobs under control. Simon let him take his time
 murmuring comforting words and petting, patting and caressing the man in his arms so that he could feel the love that he couldn't understand through mere words. Blair cleared his throat Simon looked over at him. Blair's eyes begged permission to join them. Simon nodded and Blair came across and knelt down by the chair and put his arms around them both. They stayed that way for about 30 minutes. Simon and Blair were stiff from being in one position so long and Jim was almost asleep from the emotional release.

 "Time for bed boys," Simon ordered gently.

 Blair stood and stretched and then reached for Jim. "Come on babe." Jim
 took his hand and stood up wincing as the throbbing in his backside
returned full force.

 Simon stood and started moving his legs up and down quickly, the pins and needles sensation began to ease.

 "Go brush your teeth and head upstairs. Blair, you're on the right
 side of the bed; Jim, you'll be in the middle."

 Blair put his arm around Jim's waist and steered him to the bathroom.
 Ablutions done they made the climb up the stairs.

 Simon's voice floated up to them. "You can loose the shirts and wait for me in separate corners."

 Blair shrugged and gave Jim a kiss, placed him in the left corner and he
 took the right.

 Simon finished getting ready for bed and climbed the stairs, about 2/3rds
of  the way up he got a glimpse of the two men and there fiery red butts.

 <What a sight! What a beginning....I hope I survive the experience but what a way to go!>

 Simon called them to him, "Okay boys, get into bed."

 Blair came to Simon received a earth shattering kiss that promised many
 wonderful things in the future and turned to crawl into bed. His red rear a
 tempting target earning him a love tap.

The it was Jim's turn, he stood uncertain in front of Simon, changing from
one foot to another like a shy schoolboy.

 "Jim, we'll all be okay." Simon said confidentially, placing a kiss on
Jim's lips exploring the interior of Jim's mouth until Jim thought he would
 collapse from the sheer pleasure.

 "Bed, little one." Simon was one of the few people who could call Jim
 little one and get away with it.

 Jim crawled into bed, then Simon spooned up against him. Blair got as
 close to Jim as possible, from the front. Jim was surrounded,  by the
 strong arms of love from both sides.

 The End or should I say the Beginning?

 Author's note, for those who don't know "Babaloo" was sung by Desi Arnaz Sr. on the "I Love Lucy Show" while he beat out the tempo on a Congo Drum.