Take It Off
Ramblin Rose
Simon called from his office doorway, Ellison, can I see you for a minute?
Jim looked up from what he was doing, and knew this was bad. Usually,
Simon just yelled get in here, he didn’t ask nicely. Man, what the
hell did I do now? Better yet, what am I going to have to do now?
Jim walked slowly to Simon’s office, trying to think of a way out of whatever
it was that was planned. But arriving, he walked in and Simon shut
the door. “Well, I have a special assignment for you, Jim. It’s
an important assignment but you’re not going to like it.”
“I knew it. I just knew it. What is it?” Jim asked with great
apprehension.
“Calm down, Ellison, it’s not a hard job. Just one that you will make
you uncomfortable.”
“Jesus, Simon, just tell me. The suspense is killing me here.”
“Well, it involves Sandburg, too, but he’s out on a call with Rafe, so you
can tell him. You’re going to be stripping at the Already Out Bar and
Blair will be the bartender in training.”
“Oh no. No way. No fucking way. I’m not taking my clothing off
in front of a bunch of guys. You can’t force this assignment on me,
Simon.”
“Fine, I’ll give it to Rafe and Sandburg then. I just figured you’d
want to keep an eye on your partner on his first undercover assignment since
becoming an officer.”
“Oh, that’s a low blow, Simon. God, I hate this. I don’t want
to do it. Couldn’t Blair switch with me? I already know how to do the
drinks.”
“Nope, they want a Chippendale type person. That’s you, Jim, not Sandburg.
Although I’ve never seen him without his clothes, maybe we should have a
show.” Simon said, laughing.
“Very fucking funny, Sir.”
“So, are you in or not?”
“Fill me in on what we’re going to be doing.”
“Well, we’ve had four dancers from this place attacked once they get to
their own home. Sandburg, Brown and Rafe will be your backup. You’ll
never be alone.”
“When do we start?” Jim asked with foreboding.
“Tomorrow night. So, go home and rest up for it. And practice
so that you look like a natural. Understood?”
“How the hell am I gonna look like a natural when I’ve never done it.”
“I’m sure Sandburg will be able to help you out. Just ask him.”
“Oh, thanks so much, Captain.” Jim growled.
“Give me a report nightly after you get home. Once you’re certain
that you’re alone. Here's the key to the hotel room.”
“Shit, I have to stay somewhere other than the loft? Shit…”
“Jim, these are the CD’s that you’re supposed to practice with for tomorrow
night and here's the outfit.” Simon said as he handed a huge bag to Jim.
Jim looked inside and said, “Give me a fucking break. Do You Think
I’m Sexy, by Rod Stewart? I can’t dance to that. Jesus, Simon
this is like a never ending nightmare.”
“Get a grip, Ellison. You’re a big boy; you can handle this. I’m sure
you’ve had to do much worse than this in Vice.”
“Yeah, well, that’s why I left Vice, sir.” Jim said stubbornly.
“Get out of here and go practice.” Simon said as he opened up the door.
“Sir, don’t tell Sandburg where the hotel is. Promise me! I
can’t do this with his little remarks.”
“Fine, Jim, now get out of here.” As Jim walked out, Simon slammed the door
smiling broadly. He knew that this was the perfect assignment for Ellison
and Sandburg. They were the only two that didn’t see the attraction
between them. Maybe this would somehow bring them closer together.
A very anxious and nervous Jim went to the hotel and looked over the clothing
and the CD’s to dance to. He was scared to death. Why? Not
because he couldn’t dance, he could. No, it was because Blair would
be watching. And that scared the fuck out of him. He just knew
that he’d get hard with Blair watching. This was a nightmare on the
edge of a living hell.
Jim tried on the costume and it fit to a T. But, that didn’t matter;
it was embarrassing. He knew he looked good in most things. Jim
wasn’t a fool; he knew he worked out for a reason. He looked damn good.
But he sure as hell didn’t want to be naked in front of a bunch of guys.
And god, what about Sandburg? What would he think about this whole
assignment? He, no doubt, would think it sucked, too.
Jim slipped the CD into the player, stood in front of a mirror and started
moving to see how easily the clothing came off. It was all tear away,
so it came off very easily. That wouldn’t be a problem. Just
standing there with nothing on would be. I’m so royally fucked.
Jim continued to practice till he felt like he could make a good show of
it. But he was still a nervous wreck and didn’t want to do it at all,
but he was a good cop that knew what had to be done. As he undressed and
put everything away for the next day, he called Blair to let him know that
he wouldn’t be home.
“Sandburg.” Blair said as he picked up the phone.
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Jim, where the hell are you?”
“I’m staying at the hotel room they got for me. I’m practicing and
just trying to get comfortable.”
“Well, tell me the address and I’ll come and we’ll go over your routine
a few times.”
“No, Chief, it’s okay. I’m done for the night. I’m going to
bed. I just wanted to let you know where I was. I’ll see you
at the Bar tomorrow night.”
“Wait, Jim, what the fuck is going on? You sound funny.”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong and I wasn’t meaning to make you laugh.”
“Not that kind of funny, Jim, and you know it.”
“I’m fine, Chief. Stop worrying so much. I’ll see you at the
bar tomorrow night at 7:00.”
“Okay, sleep well, Jim. Night.”
“Night, Chief.” Jim hung the phone up and already missed Blair. *
He knew damn well that Blair would be gone after tomorrow night.
When Blair saw what was going to happen to Jim when he saw Blair, he’d freak
out. Hell, he was confusing himself. *
Jim got into the shower and as always began stroking himself with visions
of Blair in his mind. Jim leaned into the tile wall and almost wanted
to cry. Why did this have to come up? Things were going so
well. This was his last thought as he came into the hot stream of water.
Jim slipped into the bed and tried to go to sleep. * He knew that he needed
to sleep and rest up for tomorrow night but he wasn’t going to get there
this way. What the fuck was he doing? *
Dialing the number to the loft, Jim wasn’t surprised when Blair answered,
“Jim?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Do you wanna come over and we’ll have take out and
watch the game? We have to stay up and sleep during the day, to get
ready for tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll be there in a few minutes. I
already have the address but I figured you didn’t want me around or something.”
Jim could tell by his voice that Blair was hurt, and he said, “Just a little
nervous, Chief. Nothing about you at all, I just panicked.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes Jim and things will be fine. Don’t worry,
okay?”
“Okay, see you soon, Chief.”
As Jim hung up the phone he knew that he was setting himself wide open,
but he had to see Blair. He found it hard to sleep without the sound
of Blair’s heartbeat in the loft. Now he’d be able to sleep here.
Oh shit, I didn’t tell him to bring his stuff to sleep over.
Jim dialed the number again and Blair said, “Yeah, I’m almost ready.
I’ll be there in a minute.” Smiling, Jim said, “Chief, did I ask you
to bring your stuff so you could spend the night? I’ll sleep on the sofa
here.”
“Cool, I figured you meant that, but I wasn’t sure. Okay, see you
in ten minutes. Now stop calling me.”
“All right, the game is starting, so get moving.” Jim said as he hung up
the phone. I wonder if I’m over the edge or something, I’m not even
worried about this breakdown.
When Blair got to the hotel, Jim was a wreck whether he wanted to admit
it or not. Jim opened the door and fell in love with Blair all over
again when Blair smiled at him with that, ‘everything will be all right smile.’
“I ordered dinner.” Jim said, “I hope you don’t mind Thai.”
“You know me well enough to know that I love Thai. I’m starving. Let's
watch that game?”
As they sat down to eat and watch the game, Jim began to relax. He
finally felt tired at about three in the morning. He got ready for bed and
then Blair went off to sleep in the bedroom. Blair came walking back
out and said, “Jim, the bed is huge. Do you want to share?”
“No, that’s okay, Chief. I’ve made the sofa up, you go and sleep well.”
“Well, then, goodnight.”
“Night, Chief.” Jim said as he shut the lamp off by the sofa. He was
hoping that Blair would just leave him be for the night. And he did.
When Jim woke up it was two in the afternoon and knew that he was up too
early, but couldn’t sleep any longer. He missed his bed. He missed
the loft smells. He missed Blair being below him. God, you are pathetic,
Ellison.
Jim got into the shower and was getting ready for the big night. He
had bought Aloe Vera Nair for parts of his body that needed to look a little
less hairy. Except that it was harder than he imagined doing this on
your own. Jim jumped when Blair knocked softly at the door. “Yeah?”
Jim answered.
“Jim, I have to pee. Do you mind if I come in?”
“Well, I sure as hell don’t want you to do it out there.” Jim said, laughing
loudly. A little too loud actually, but he was getting that crazy feeling
again.
Blair walked in and saw that Jim had the Nair out and asked, “Do you need
some help with this? It must be difficult to do yourself.”
“Thanks, but I think that would be really pushing the boundaries of guide
duties.”
“I really don’t mind, Jim. You have to be pretty much, hairless for
this, I know that much. And if you’re like any other guy, that poses
a problem. So let me help you.”
“Fine, Chief, I could use some help.”
“Come on out here and lay on the bed. I’ll take it from there.”
Jim lay down on the bed, on his stomach. He was so tense he couldn’t
believe he wasn’t snapping his jaw in half. As Blair opened the jar
of Nair, Jim almost jumped off the bed. Blair rubbed Jim’s thigh and
said, “Calm down, Jim. Everything will be fine.”
Blair pushed Jim's legs apart and put some gloves on for the job. He
had washcloths all ready for when the hair started to come off. He
spread Jim's legs even further and Jim found himself getting hard. He
couldn’t help it. He was just really grateful that Blair couldn’t see
him or smell him. Blair dipped his finger into the Nair and pulled Jim’s cheeks
apart and put the gloved finger into Jim’s crack where any and all hair would
be found. Blair started rubbing it in. He rubbed it all over
in his crack, and then moved to his outer cheeks. They were going to
be smooth as a baby’s behind. He noticed that Jim seemed to be moving
strangely on the bed and realized he must be getting hard. Poor
guy, he must be embarrassed, I’ll try to make this as fast as can be.
Once the time was up, he started wiping all the hair off and then washed
him off completely. Blair stared at his handy work and saw that he’d
not left one hair unturned.
“Okay, Jim, turn over.” Blair said suddenly, scaring Jim.
“No, Chief, that’s okay. I’ll get whatever I need to in the front.”
“Jim, roll over. I once had to help a roommate do this for an event
and it’s harder than it looks. Having said this, Blair flipped Jim
over before he had a chance to even realize that Blair was doing it.
Sure enough, Blair saw a nice proud cock sticking out from Jim’s body.
Blair didn’t say a thing, and instead went to work getting rid of all hair
around the bikini line. And Jim was getting harder as Blair did each
rub and swipe with the towel. Once he was all done with Jim’s front,
Blair said, “Okay, now I want to see you dressed and see what you have planned.”
Jim got off the bed and was red faced as he walked into the bathroom.
Blair knew that things would be all right. Jim just didn’t know it yet.
As Jim walked out of the bathroom, Blair’s face just fell. Holey
Moley. He looks fucking fantastic.
Jim put the CD into the player and when the music started he started moving
to Do You Think I’m Sexy, and tried not to think about Blair at all.
Impossible as that might have seemed.
As Jim moved Blair was getting hard and wasn’t unnoticed by the older man.
Jim smiled at Blair as he moved in time with the music. Blair couldn’t believe
how naturally Jim moved. He seemed to flow as easily as the music did.
Before long Jim was standing there in nothing but a g-string and Blair couldn’t
take it anymore.
Getting off the bed, Blair said, “We’d better get ready for work.”
“Sure.” Jim said as he walked into the bathroom and climbed into the shower.
Once Jim came out of the bathroom, all dressed for work, they went to the
truck and went in. Jim was dreading this. The whole thing was
bugging him. Why was Blair getting hard while he watched him?
Did Blair have feelings for him? Was he going to find out soon?
As they walked into the club, the manager said, “Ellison, you go to the
rooms in the back and get ready. They’ll call you when they’re ready.
Sandburg, you come with me.”
Jim had his bag with him as he headed into the back of the club. Two
men stared at him when he walked in and they both said, “Ever done this before?”
“No, but I’m a quick study.” Jim said in reply.
“Well you better be because some of these customers will eat you alive and
I do mean, eat.” the second man said. He held his hand out and said,
“Hi, I’m Rick.”
“Nice to meet you Rick, I’m Jim.”
The other man stepped forward and stuck his hand out and said, “And I’m
Randy, nice to meet you Jim.”
Jim shook hands with them and said, “So when do I go on? Do you all
know?”
“In about an hour. Want to do it for us and we’ll tell you how you’re
doing?” Randy asked.
“That would be great. I’ll go and get changed really fast.” Jim said
walking into the changing room.
When he walked out both men, looked at each other and smiled. “Jim,
you’re a natural, all right. You look great.” Rick said.
“Thanks, I know that I’m kind of old for this.” Jim said shyly.
“Oh, Jim, you’re never to old for this. You’ll get lots of attention, believe
me.” Randy said.
Jim put the CD into the CD player and turned the music on. He started
moving in time to music and both Rick and Randy stood transfixed at watching
Jim take it off. Jim realized he must be doing something right because
both men seemed to be enjoying the show. Hell, when did you stop
caring about who was watching you, Ellison?
All of the pieces of his clothing came right off, no sticking buttons,
snaps or Velcro. Everything was going fine. Jim was beginning
to feel more and more sure of himself. In fact, he felt fucking fantastic
about the whole thing. These two men had done wonders for his ego.
When the music stopped the two men just stood there and Jim said, “So?”
“Put it this way, Jim, if you got any better at this, I’d be naked and jerking
off right now.” Randy said, laughing.
“Speak for yourself, Randy, I do have to go and jerk off. Fuck but
you look good, Jim.” Rick said.
“Thanks, guys, that makes me feel a lot better. I’ll go and get ready.
It’s almost time to go out there.”
Jim sat in his room and beamed as he looked into the mirror. There
was a knock at the door and then Randy walked in. “Hey, Jim, if you
rub this all over your body it will even be better. This makes you
shine and the customers love to have you shine.”
“Thanks, Randy, that’s a good idea, I’ll put it on now.”
“Allow me. You can’t get all parts of your body.”
“Randy, I’m kind of in a relationship and I don’t feel comfortable about
having anyone else touching me.” Jim knew it was a lie, thus far, but had
to say it anyhow.
There was a knock at the door and Blair walked in. Jim smiled and
said, "Hey, Chief." Randy knew right away this was the man Jim was
talking about. Randy handed Blair the Jel Shine and said, “Here, he
needs this to be rubbed all over his body before he goes on stage and he
didn’t want anyone touching him but you.” Smiling, he walked out of
the room.
Blair said, “Why would you say that?”
“I didn’t, Chief. He just misunderstood. But if you don’t want
to, that’s no problem. I didn’t feel comfortable having him touching
me.”
“Take it off, Jim, and let's get this over with. I have exactly five
minutes.”
Jim stripped down to the g-string thong and cup. Blair started rubbing
the shine all over Jim’s body. It was almost like Vaseline except not
as greasy. As he rubbed, Blair could see that Jim was having a hard
time controlling his senses. “Jim, is something wrong?”
“Yeah, Chief, I can’t have someone rub me without getting turned on.
Sorry. It wouldn’t matter who it was. It could have been Randy
but I didn’t want to be embarrassed.”
“No problem, Jim. You’re going to knock them dead, I’m telling ya.”
“Thanks, Chief. I hope so. We can’t blow this. But these two
guys think I’m just new, they haven’t a clue that I’m undercover.”
“That’s because you look like you were built for this line of work, big
man.” Blair said laughing as he walked out and then said, “Jim, break a leg.
See ya after your show.”
Jim handed the behind the scenes guy, the CD that he had been given and
he was a nervous wreck, but he was getting ready with a mantra. Doing
what Blair had told him many times, he was saying over and over again, ‘
I can do this, I can do this.’
As the announcer called out his name, the music started and Jim went out
onto the stage. With the lights on him, he looked even hotter.
Blair was practically drooling all over himself. But Blair watched as
most of the men in the audience did, too. That pissed him off to no
end. Suddenly, Blair was really upset about Jim showing his body off
to anyone that wasn’t him.
Jim swayed to and fro all over the stage and everyone in the audience was
going crazy as he took each piece of clothing off. When he finally got
to the part where he pulled the tear-away jeans off, men were standing up
so they could put money in his cup. Blair was watching and noticed this
one man giving Jim more than a once over. He started putting money in
Jim’s g-string cup and Jim grabbed his wrist and Blair could see Jim getting
very pissed off.
Getting over to where the men were, Blair said, “Jim, do you want me to
call the bouncer?”
“No, Mr. Sandburg, it’s not necessary. If this man touches my cock
again, I’ll break his fucking fingers.” Jim said and walked off the stage.
Everyone in the audience started yelling and screaming for more. Blair
walked over to the table with the idiot man and said, “Mr. I just want you
to know that if he doesn’t break your fingers, I will.” The man started
laughing and said, “You're a little small to be making threats, aren’t you?”
“Well, why don’t you touch him again and see what happens, you mother fucker.”
Blair said cold as ice as he walked away. The man that was sitting with the
idiot, said, “You know, I think he just might be more trouble than the big
one.”
“Well, I don’t really care. You know I always get what I want.” The
idiot said and smiled at everyone else at the table.
Blair and Jim’s new boss went back and said, “Jim, what do you think about
another dance. Here is an outfit. Just practice the song in your
dressing room once or twice before you come out. What do you say?”
“Yeah, that’s okay. I didn’t mind it so much. Once I got started,
it was all right.”
Blair walked into Jim’s dressing room without knocking and Jim was starting
to undress. “Sorry, man. I wasn’t even thinking. Want me
to go outside?”
“No, come on in. Did they tell you that I’m dancing again?”
“Yeah, everyone pretty much loved looking at you. Brown and Rafe are here
and pretending to be a couple. I have to tell you, I want to say, a
couple of what?”
Laughing hard, Jim smiled over at Blair and said, “I heard what you said
to the man from the stage. Thanks, Chief, for defending my honor. It
was nice, but this might be the guy, so let him do his thing. All right?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“I never said either of us had to like it, Sandburg. Now get out of here
I have to practice my routine for the next one.”
“Okay I’ll see you up in front. Break a leg.”
“Thanks, Chief. Be careful and try to keep Brown and Rafe from embarrassing
us all.”
Blair was heard laughing all the way to the front of the bar. Jim
loved the sound of Blair’s laughter. Blair hadn’t even asked him what
he was going to be dancing to. Jim was almost glad of that. For
a change, he wanted to see the look on Blair’s face when he heard the song.
Randy and Rick walked by and Randy asked, “Do you need an audience?”
“Yeah, tell me what you think of this routine.”
Both men sat down and watched Jim dance. They didn’t have a clue as
to how sexy this man could be until they saw him dancing to this song.
Randy picked up a magazine and started fanning himself and Rick tried not
to look at Jim so hard. Jim figured he was doing something right, because
he could smell the arousal in the air. Not that Jim wanted them doing
that over him, but it meant he was doing his job right.
There was a knock at the door saying, “Jim, ten minutes till you’re up.”
Jim realized that this time he wasn’t even nervous about dancing. He
was nervous about the guy that was hunting down dancers, but not the floorshow.
When he was all dressed and ready, he took his music up to the front
and waited to be called on to dance. He was leaning against the wall
when the man from the table walked over to him and said, “Hi, Jim. I
want to know if you’ll come to the table and have a drink with me after the
show.”
“It’s really nice of you to offer, but we can’t drink with our customers.
Sorry, sir.”
“Well, I wanted it to be my way of apologizing to you for touching you.
I just lost control. You have to know how good you look, right?”
“It doesn’t matter what I look like, I can’t date customers. Sorry.”
“Well, can’t blame a guy for trying.” The idiot said as he walked back to
his table. Blair saw him go back there and now saw him sit at the table
and he didn’t look happy at all. Shit, what did Jim say to him?
Man, he just got done telling me to keep my opinions to myself because we’re
trying to catch someone and it looks like he’s pissed this guy off big time.
The lights lowered way down, after Jim had complained about the bright lights
hurting his eyes. He came out and just stood there looking good enough
to eat and then the music started up and Jim looked over at Blair when it
started up. It was Jim’s favorite song by Santana with Rob Thomas.
Smooth. Perfect song for tonight, after the practice, Jim felt smooth.
As the music played, Jim kept looking at Blair and he could see the interest
there. Jim knew that he had him. They’d be talking sometime tonight,
that was for sure. If Jim played his cards right, he wouldn’t be sleeping
alone at the loft from now on. He kept smiling at Blair as he danced.
Every now and then he glanced over at Brown and Rafe but didn’t stay long
enough to see if they noticed the looks he was giving Blair. Jim didn’t
really care.
Again, when Jim ended the dance, the men all gathered around the stage,
except this time the idiot stayed far away. That had Jim wondering what
was up. Blair found himself very jealous of all of these guys touching
Jim before he even got a chance to do it.
When he was done, the audience erupted and Jim walked behind the stage and
back to his dressing room. He was in the middle of getting dressed
when the door flung open and Blair walked in.
“Did you forget how to knock, Sandburg?” Jim asked with a smile in his voice.
Blair shut the door and moved up to Jim’s chest and touched it softly and
then pulled Jim into his arms. “Hey, I’m not allowed to date anyone
from here.” Jim said, laughing.
“You think you’re funny, big man? We’ll see how funny you think you
are later tonight. Now give me a kiss and I’ll let you get back to
work.”
They kissed for about two minutes and when Blair pulled away he said, “No
one touches you like that again, understood?”
“Understood, Chief.” Jim answered as Blair walked out of the door.
Jim was almost lightheaded. God, what that man does to me.
As he got all of his things, he left saying goodbye to everyone that worked
there. He stayed in the well lit area’s on the way to the hotel.
Jim could hear someone behind him, but he wasn’t going to turn around and
give the game away. Instead, he just stayed quite far ahead of him and
walked into the hotel and got on the elevator. As the doors were closing,
Jim saw the idiot from the bar. Well, shit, could things get any
easier than this? He’s not even going to make me work for it.
Blair, Rafe and Brown walked quite a ways behind Jim and hadn’t
seen anyone follow him. But he could have left before they all did.
They got to Jim’s hotel and got to their adjoining room and made a call to
Jim’s room. Jim didn’t answer the phone. “Christ, you all saw
him leave, they said he came in, what more do we need?” Blair complained
to Brown and Rafe.
“Sandburg, hold on, we have to be sure about this.” Rafe said, showing he
was a little bit anxious about it, too.
“Rafe, what do you think? You think that we should use a key and go
in?” Brown asked.
“Do I get a say in this?” Blair asked getting pissed off.
“Yeah, Sandburg, you can use the key, so if we blow it, he’ll yell at you.”
Rafe said smiling, trying to cover his nervousness but Blair wasn’t buying
it.
Blair took the spare key and opened the door and found it empty. “Fuck…
Where is he, guys?”
“Well, they didn’t come down, so they had to have gone somewhere in the
hotel.” Brown said.
“Oh well, fuck, that narrows it right down, guys, thanks.” Blair said angrily.
Then he started pacing the room.
Blair looked inside the bathroom and about fell over. Jim was tied
up in the bathtub and the idiot from the bar was sitting on the edge of the
tub touching him. Jim was yelling at him even though he was gagged.
The idiot didn’t seem to know that Blair was there, but Jim did. Jim’s
eyes pleaded with Blair to get this sick fuck away from him. Blair
moved into the room and took a hold of the guys arm and yanked it back behind
him and almost broke it as he pushed him into the bedroom. Rafe and
Brown took over for him and asked, “Is Jim all right?”
“I think so.” Blair said as he went into the bathroom.
Jim was fighting the ties that held him down and Blair said, “Shhhh, Jim,
I’m here. Stay still and I’ll have you undone in a second.”
Blair undid all of the knots and took Jim into his arms. Jim was shaking.
“Chief, I thought you guys weren’t going to come in and he’d do it before
I got to tell you how I felt about you.”
“Jim, calm down. Hang on while I get you something to put on.” Blair
went into the room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt and went back
into the bathroom and helped Jim get dressed.
“Jim, how did he get in?”
“Chief, I’m an idiot, I opened the door for room service. He said
it was from Mr. Sandburg, and I figured you guys were already there and that
you were being funny. I’m never going to bitch about you not looking
out the peephole again.”
“Then what happened, Jim?”
“He had a stun gun and believe me, Chief, they work on me. I never
want to try that again. But shit, I was down for the count. I
could tell what he was doing, but couldn’t fight him off.”
Blair could see Jim shaking and he took him into his arms again and said,
“Come on, Jim. Let's get out here and I’ll take you next door to relax
a little bit.”
As they walked out of the bathroom, the idiot said, “You going to tell them
about how much you liked your cock sucked, cop?”
Before anyone could do or say anything, Blair was on him and punching his
lights out. Rafe finally got a hold of him and pulled him off of the idiot.
Not that they wanted to, but it was their job, damn it.
They all looked over at Jim and he was sliding down the wall, hugging his
knees. Blair said, “Could you guys help me get Jim into the next room
where we can talk?”
“Brown helped Jim up and Blair helped Brown get him next door. Brown
said, “Jim, relax, and Simon's on the way upstairs. He just called.”
“Chief, he did suck me off and I think I came.” Jim said with his head hanging
down.
“Jim, you can’t be blamed for that. Now lie down on the bed and we’ll
talk about this later. Just relax.”
As Jim lay down, he curled into a ball, but Blair got him into his arms
and he seemed to relax in the next few minutes. Soon he was sleeping.
When Simon walked into the room he looked over at Blair and whispered, “How
is he?”
“The guy took advantage of him while he was knocked out, the asshole.
We were way too slow, Simon. It never occurred to any of us to look
in the bathroom. I was just looking to see if there was anything missing
and boom, there they were.”
“Sandburg, I’ve already heard from Rafe and Brown and they said it was all
their fault. They said you found him and got the suspect under control
before they even knew he was in there.”
“I didn’t do anything they wouldn’t have done, Sir.”
“Well, you just get him calmed down and I’ll see both of you in the morning.
Unless you think he needs to be checked out for rape. What do you think,
Sandburg?”
Jim got stiff as a board when he heard that and he said, “Chief, could you
look to be sure that nothing's in my ass.”
“Jim, I’m sure you’d be able to tell.” Blair said trying to calm him.
“Please, Blair, I don’t remember.” Jim begged sadly.
“Simon, why don’t you keep everyone out and I’ll see if there is anything
amiss and we’ll go from there.”
As soon as Simon walked out of the room, Blair pulled Jim’s jeans down and
turned him around. He pulled Jim’s cheeks apart and was very relieved
to see nothing. No semen, no lube, no anything. “Jim, you’re fine,
nothing has been done to that end of you.”
“Thanks Chief.” Jim said and sounded like he was going to cry.
They arrested the idiot, whose name Blair chose to forget. They all
just called him the idiot. Jim had done a good job. He got this
guy's attention big time. They were all very glad that he didn’t kill
Jim or beat him senseless.
The next day at the loft, Jim was lying in bed and Blair was curled up behind
him. When Jim woke he wondered if he’d slept through something really
fun. He walked downstairs and got ready to take a shower. Blair
walked into the bathroom and said, “Not so fast, buddy. I’m not forgetting
things that were said.” Then Blair laughed as he pushed Jim into the shower.
Blair started cleaning Jim off really well with the soap Jim loved and as
he worked the lather into Jim’s body, Jim was moaning and begging Blair to
do more. So Blair slid one finger into Jim’s body and Jim nearly yelled
with excitement. As Blair slid a second into him, Jim started pushing
back against them and Blair knew it was time for three. He stretched
him well and then asked, “Are you sure about this, Jim?”
“Fuck me, Chief. Fuck me hard and fuck me good.” Jim said as he pushed
against Blair’s erection. Blair slowly started inching his way into Jim’s
body. Taking slow easy breaths, Jim knew that it would get easier.
Hell, Ellison you don’t know that for a fact, you’ve never been the bottom.
But he was hoping. His wish was answered quickly. “Chief,
I’m not going to break.”
Blair didn’t need any more incentive. He started pounding into Jim’s
ass. Loving the feel and the sounds that were coming from both he and
Jim’s mouth. Oh god, this is what heaven is, Sandburg. You’ve
wondered, you’ve thought about it and now you know. Blair reached
around and started stroking Jim’s fine cock until Jim was breathing so hard
that Blair almost lost it just from the sound.
“Chief, I’m really close. Hit that spot again, please. * Who knew
Jim would become a begging man when it came to sex? And who knew that
he would be turned on even more by Jim being a slut? * Blair
hit Jim’s prostate four more times and Jim came screaming out Blair’s name.
Blair came shortly after and kept pounding Jim’s ass for a few moments afterwards.
Blair didn’t want to give it up at all. It felt so fucking good.
Blair cleaned Jim up and then himself. Then Jim turned around and
kissed Blair hard. “I love you, Chief.”
“Oh man, you are such a romantic. I love that in a man. I love you,
back.” Blair said quietly. “Have you been with a guy before, Jim?”
“Yeah, never the bottom, but I’ve been the top. I never knew it would
feel that good or I would have done that before. But then again, I
never trusted anyone before.”
“Well, it was my first time, Jim. I was hoping that I did it all right.”
“You did just fine, Chief, believe me. My ass is going to be thanking
you two days from now.”
Smiling, Blair said, “Now tell me why you didn’t want me around on this
assignment.”
“Because every time I think of you, I get a hard on. I don’t want
everyone else seeing that.”
“Well, I want you to fuck me now. Long and hard. When you’re
done, I’m going to know exactly whom I belong to and you’ll know the very
same thing because you’ll know that I’m all yours. Understood?”
“Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Babe.” Jim said as he led him back to the
bed to fuck his brains out.
Once they got up there, Blair said, "I want music put on please. Then
you’re going to take it off. Just for me, big man."
And Jim did just that.
The end.