When?
Patt
When had his partner started meaning so much more to him? God, it
wasn't like a news flash, but he couldn't be around him any more without
some type of reaction.
He wanted to kiss him. Yes, that's right. He wanted to kiss
him. When did this happen? What could he do about it now?
Every single morning, their lives revolved around each other and he began
to hate it. It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands
off of him. Speaking of harder. Shit... When in the fuck did this
happen?
He sat across from him that morning and watched his lips, thinking how nice
it would feel to have his lips connected to his. Licking the food off
of them and tasting the breakfast that they had just shared. Holy
fucking shit! When did this happen?
People at work were starting to wonder what was wrong with the pair.
One of them was too quiet. Something would have to happen; everyone
in the bullpen knew something was up. If this kept up, everyone
would figure out what was going on. Then they too would know the
what, if not the when. He didn't even know the when. Again, he wondered,
when did this
happen?
Did he want to kiss him from the beginning and bury it so deep that he didn't
notice? Did he see it later and bury it even deeper? Repression
has reared it's ugly head.
They were sitting in the truck that afternoon and both men seemed quiet
for a change.
Jim asked, "Chief, you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Jim. Why?"
"Just wondering why you're so quiet today. Makes me a little nervous,"
Jim said with a smile in his voice.
Blair looked over at the man and realized he's probably always wanted to
kiss him and just didn't admit it to himself. He leaned his head onto
the window and tried to pretend he wasn't there. It didn't work.
Jim pulled the truck over and said, "Okay, Chief, you're scaring me."
Blair looked at Jim and sighed, "What's your problem, man?"
"My problem is that there's something wrong with my partner. Fess
up, Chief," Jim said still trying to make light of the situation.
"Fine! You want to know what's wrong? You asked for it. I'm
attracted to you. All I can think about's kissing you. I watch
your lips while you talk, while you eat and while you drink. My mind's
on nothing else. It's tearing me in half because I know it can't be
but you're the one that needed to know. Now you know..." Blair blurted
out with a look of pure pain on his face.
Jim sat there quietly for a few moments then he undid his seat belt and
moved over closer to Blair. Leaning down into the younger man, he brushed
his lips against Blair's and found a warm and welcoming mouth.
Blair found out that kissing Jim Ellison was as wonderful as he had hoped
it would be. God, this man could kiss. Once he had to pull
away to get a deep breath, he smiled at Jim.
"I didn't know that you felt the same way,"
"Repression... thy name is Ellison and Sandburg," Jim said, smiling, and
moved over to his side of the truck.
"Hey, this was just getting good," Blair whined.
"Don't whine, Chief, it's not becoming. We'll pick this up when we get home,"
Jim said as he pulled into traffic licking his lips to taste Blair once more.
Blair watched him do this and had to kiss him again, so at the next stop
light, he moved over and gave Jim a kiss that he'd never forget.
Hell! They weren't repressed; they were just stupid.
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