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Title: Swoon
Author: Sarah H
Word count: 511
Rating: NC-17 because... well, it should be blatantly obvious. It's my fault if it isn't. x_x It's actually quite light (but not really fluffy) despite the rating.
Genre: General/Humor/Other
Pairing(s): none although there could be one in the foreseeable future.
Warning(s): Uh... pretty damn slashy, even if it's only slightly one-sided. But you knew that already. :D
Summary: Blair returns to the loft. Somebody's naked, somebody passes out.
A/N: Ideas were been nagging at me all day to write something. I had quite the shock (a family member bought me a laptop, which I wasn't expecting) and therefore handed that shock (albeit quite a different kind of shock) over to Blair. :) All mistakes are my own.
The last thing Blair expected to see when he walked into the loft was exactly the thing that greeted him as he pushed opened the door. He froze in the doorway and stared, his hand still clutching the door knob. There, in the middle of the room that looked like a tornado had previously torn through it, his back to the couch, stood Jim. It wasn't Jim that stole the air from his lungs. No, not all. It was what Jim was wearing. Or, rather, what he wasn't wearing. Clothes.
"Hey, Chief." A flash of teeth and a few seconds later, Blair just barely snapped out of it. His blood seemed to be rushing to the wrong part of his body.
"Uh... Wha?"
"Oh, yeah, this place is a mess. There was an accident with the washer-" Jim held up a few articles of white clothing. "-I guess I poured in some bleach instead of the detergent. The dryer isn't working, I know, so I'm just leaving everything out here to air out and dry off for now."
"Hmm... Ss... So... Uh... D-did... Um..." Blair had been reduced to an incoherent babbling moron in less time than it normally took for Jim to zone out.
"You all right, Sandburg?" Jim was holding a damp, white shirt in his hands. It hung, conveniently so, from his mid-section down to just above his knees.
"Y-yeah. Uh-huh." Blair swallowed at a lump in his throat. Jim was in the loft. Jim was naked in the loft. And, to top it all off, Jim was parading naked around the loft like it was no big deal.
"I have to go back to work later tonight, there's a bunch of paperwork to be done. You think you'd be up to coming with me? I could sure use your help on this one."
"On what?" On Jim. Touching, licking, massaging, kissing-
"This case. I'm sure I already told you about it." Jim was frowning now, and was starting to hang up the shirt still in his hands.
Blair couldn't tear his eyes away from the man that stood before him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't.
"Anyway... like I said, I could use your help. We could grab a bite to eat on our way there." Blair's usual retort about not eating at Wonder Burger was left unsaid. "I just have to wait until my clothes are dry. It shouldn't take too long."
Jim lay the shirt down on the couch and turned around to face Blair, the garment no longer hiding his body.
"So what do you say, Chief?"
Blue eyes met blue eyes and Blair felt the world around him start to spin violently. He was about to take a step forward and attempt to respond when his eyes rolled up in his head, his legs fell out from beneath him and he took a nose dive towards the floor.
"...Chief?"
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