Martha Go Fuck Yourself! - Patt

Well, that was totally unexpected. Blair thought. He'd had feelings about Jim for the last six months or so but never dreamed that Jim would feel the same way about him. But that kiss had been more than he'd ever hoped for. God, how that man can kiss.

"Sorry about dinner, Chief," Jim said blushing as he pulled away from the young cook.

"Hey, you don't have to apologize to me, man. I was just using a recipe that Martha Stewart had in a magazine and said anyone could do it. You know what I have to say to that, man?"

"Martha Stewart, go fuck yourself?" Jim asked laughing.

"Well, that's not exactly what I was thinking but that has a nice ring to it. She said it was foolproof. Maybe I should drop her a line and say, 'fuck me, I must be a fool.'"

"Chief, I do believe you might be a fool."

"You just want to fuck me," Blair said, backing away from his new found love.

"Damn straight," Jim said beaming.

"Not anymore."

"Very funny, Sandburg."

"If you call me Sandburg again, we won't do anything."

"Okay, buttercup, is that better?" Jim asked trying not to laugh.

"Buttercup? Buttercup? Where in the hell did you get a name like that? I just want you to know that if you use that anywhere other than right here, I'll have to kill you."

"Chief, you talk a good game, but I don't think you want to kill the man that's totally in love with you."

Jim looked over at Blair and saw tears in Blair's eyes. "Chief, did I say something wrong?"

"No man, nothing wrong. Everything's right. I just never expected the kiss, let alone the expression of love you just told me."

"Ah, so you're not upset with me, you're happy?"

"Yeah, man, I'm happy."

"I do love you, Blair."

"God, I love when you call me Blair. I want you to know that if you want to make me melt into your arms, just call me by my name."

Jim pulled Blair into his arms and said, "Blair, I love you so much I can't begin to tell you."

"You could start," Blair said smiling at his love.

"I could, but that would take away from the time we have to spend in our bed," Jim said pulling Sandburg up the stairs behind him.

"Oh man, our bed?" Blair said getting teary eyed again.

"Hell, yes! Chief, this is our bed now. This isn't a one-night stand. I'm in for the long haul. How about you?"

"Yeah, Jim, I'm in for the long haul, too. I love you, big man. I love you so much," Blair said as he started pulling Jim's clothes off.

"We're exclusive right?" Jim asked almost shyly.

"Yeah, we're exclusive. I don't share," Blair said as he pushed his naked lover down onto the bed.

"One of us is overdressed, Blair and it's not me," Jim said smiling up into Blair's lust filled eyes.

As Blair got undressed Jim was thinking that he was probably one of the luckiest damn men in the world. And he was going to have to send a thank you to that damn Martha Stewart.

"Hey, hot shot, I hope I'm not keeping you from zoning or day dreaming or anything. Want to fill me in on what you were thinking about?" Blair asked as he lay down on top of Jim, now naked himself.

"I was just thinking about sending a little thank you note off to Martha Stewart."

"Man, only you would be thinking something like that at this time. Fuck Martha Stewart. And while you're at it, fuck me."

"I could do that, Blair." Jim guessed that Martha would never know how much she had helped the two men and was probably better off not knowing anyway.

"Man, are you still thinking about Martha?"

"No, Chief, I'm not thinking about Martha," Jim said smiling and started to make love to the man that meant more to him than life itself.

The End.

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Author�s Acknowledgements: Thank you Lisa and Mary for always being here for me. I had to write this because it just spoke to me. I know, now I'm hearing voices. Its scary but what can you do? Thank you to the wonderfully talented ShyMoon for the beautiful cover.

Special thanks to my pals CJ and Alibi for reading above and beyond the call of duty.