by Lady J
(written for the Merry Month of May Masturbation Challenge of 1997)
((I pull him close, his back to me, and bury my face in his hair. I take a deep, deep breath...his scent is so rich it nearly overwhelms me. Pass a hand over his furred chest to find the nipple and twist it just a touch.
"Ah...yeah."
That's what I was waiting for; that purring sigh that seems to flow through his body and into me. I sweep his legs apart with one of my own, and skim my hand back down his body until I reach his cock.
"Please...oh,god...Jim, don't tease..."
My lips touch his ear. "I'll tease you, Chief, because it's what I like," -my tongue flicks his earlobe and he groans- "what I want," -fingertips tease the springy hair at the base of his cock and his hips thrust forward- "and what you need." His hand grasps my thigh in supplication and frustration and I chuckle deep in my throat. My hand sweeps upward once more and my fingertips tap his full lips.
"Get 'em wet, baby."
He complies with a delicious eagerness that sends a chill down my spine.
I take him in my hand, feel the pulsing warmth of his cock as I begin to stroke him...))
His scent is the first thing that breaks through the fog I'm in. My hand slows.
Stops.
Crap.
"Don't stop on my account." His words are light and slightly teasing.
I open my eyes allowing them a few moments to focus. Once they do, I see Sandburg leaning against my dresser. Arms folded across his chest and smiling.
At me. At my...
I prop myself up on my elbows and give him what I hope is my best cop-like glower. "How long have you been standing there, Sandburg?"
He shrugs a little and his hair brushes his sleek shoulders at the movement.
Sleek? Oh, lord, the minx isn't wearing a shirt. Just those jeans that are worn almost white in just the right places.
How do I play this? Shit, shit, shit! And I was so close...
"Ever hear of knocking, Chief?"
"Uh huh. This from the man with no door to his bedroom." Blair chuckles.
I can barely look at him. If I look at his eyes, he'll know the truth. If I look at his chest or any place lower, I'll start salivating. Me, Jim Ellison, a member of Cascade's finest, is about to become a drooling idiot at the sight of his roommate.
Just shoot me.
"I came home and called for you but I figured you were asleep when you didn't answer me." Blair walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I thought I'd come up and open up your windows since it's been so hot. And, well," he waved a hand at my loins, "it looked like you were pretty involved there so I didn't disturb you."
As he speaks, a warm breeze drifts through the window, caressing my bare skin.
"Mighty nice of you," I say to him. When in doubt, take refuge in sarcasm.
His lips twitch as though he's fighting down laughter. "It's okay, man. We all get caught at some point."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, except in my case, it was Naomi."
I chuckle briefly at the image of Naomi's encounter with her son's burgeoning sexuality. "What did she say?"
"She stood at my door with this really weird sort of mother hen look; you know how Naomi gets when she's feeling maternal. She goes 'It's okay, sweetie. Just go with what you're feeling.'" Blair shakes his head at the memory and grins at me. "Trust me, it was a little hard to 'go with what I was feeling' at that point."
I plump a few pillows behind me as he's speaking to support my back and lean against them. I don't think I'm going to be getting back to business anytime soon so I'm gonna get comfortable. When I pull a sheet over myself, though, something in the room shifts.
Blair looks from my face to the sheet and back again. "Why are you covering up?"
My brain must still be on hormonal overload. I *know* my roommate did not ask me what I think he asked me.
"What did you say?"
Blair leans forward and twitches the sheet back before I can grab it and of course, my other half decides to take notice and let me know in no uncertain terms that *we* were not done yet.
"I asked you why you're covering up, Jim." Blair smooths a hand up my calf and looks at me. He moves a little closer to me on the bed; now his hand is drawing lazy circles on my inner thigh.
"Blair?" (oh, god, does my voice sound that bad???) "Blair!"
"Hmm, yeah, Jim?" He doesn't look at me. He is thoroughly engrossed in my thigh. If I'm not careful, I could just zone out on that touch alone.
"Sandburg, just what do you think you're doing?"
"What am I doing?" Blair's hand stills then he pulls away. Damn it! I didn't want him to stop. Suddenly, he's on the bed and straddling my hips. The fabric of his jeans brushes my cock and it jumps to attention. Blair balances himself on top of me with his hands on my shoulders and leans down so that his face is directly in front of mine. His hair hangs down, tickling my chest. This close and I start to separate all of the various scents that are clinging to his sweat licked skin: musk, sandalwood (from his soap), motor oil (probably put a quart in the Corvair), and just an indescribable scent that I can only call his essence. All of this rolled into a wonderful package that before this moment, I only dreamed of ever having in my bed.
"You *really* want to know what I'm doing, big guy?" Blair says softly. His hands rub my shoulders before moving down to my chest. With unerring accuracy, his fingers find my nipples.
He rolls them between thumb and forefinger, sending wave after wave of sensation down my chest and arms, out through my fingertips, into my cock. I close my eyes and hiss through my teeth at the sheer torture of it When I open my eyes again, Blair flashes me a very predatory, possessive smile.
"I figure since I interrupted something pretty special, the least I can do is help you finish it," he says as he rocks on me gently. One hand leaves my chest to trace a path up my neck and I feel his fingers stroke me there gently. "Do you want to finish, Jim?"
I let some the beast that's raging inside me right now show in my eyes. Blair's eyes widen slightly. "Yeah," I say huskily, "I want to finish. You intend to help?"
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I can't take them back and make them go away. I don't want to. The hand on my neck moves to my collarbone while the other lightly leaves my nipple to stroke my ribs. I raise a hand and run my fingers down his chest, through the soft hair, to the top of his jeans. I hook my finger in the waistband and tug on it. Blair takes a deep breath rolls his head and shoulders back, and lets the breath out. He looks down at me, the smile becoming more seductive, then rolls off to my side. He arranges a few pillows behind his back and holds out a hand to me.
"C'mere, Jim."
I take it and move into Blair's arms. He settles back, holding me, his lips near my ear. "I thought you'd never ask," he says gently.
I turn my head to look at his face. I've never seen Blair look so serious. "Really?"
He leans in and brushes his lips over mine in the lightest of kisses. "Oh, yeah. I've been waiting for those words for quite a while."
"What...?" Blair's fingertips touch my lips and he shakes his head.
"Later. I believe you have some unfinished business."
Oh, yeah.
My fingers are half way to my mouth when I stop and offer them to Blair. He takes them in and laves them with his tongue, getting them good and wet with long even strokes. He lets them go and my hand drops to my cock, catching the pre-cum at the tip and sliding it along my shaft in a rhythm that I know like my own heartbeat.
"Close your eyes, Jim."
"Blair?"
"Shh, just close your eyes and listen to my voice." His fingers brush my eyelids and I close them. I feel his hands on my chest again, stroking, just stroking. My own hand keeps a steady stroke going, tugging me inexplicably to the edge.
"Do you know how beautiful you look right now?" Blair's voice comes out of nowhere, filling my ears. "I came up here and saw you lying in this bed getting off. It looked so wonderful."
His fingers find a nipple again and he teases it into a hardened point. I arch against him, tightening the grip on my cock. The sensation is coming in waves now; it clutches at my hips, making them rock.
"Oh, yes, Jim. I saw your body in all its naked glory and I wanted a piece of it soooo bad." Blair's tongue flicks lightly at my ear and he holds me tighter. "I want this. I want to feel your body writhe against mine; I want to feel it while you make yourself come."
I growl deep in my throat and stroke myself harder.
"You going to show me this, Jim? Let me see you like this?"
The waves are so strong I can hardly stand it. My "yes" comes out in a rush of air.
"What was that? I couldn't hear it."
"Yes." I spit it out, my voice harsh with effort.
Blair's hands never stop touching me, stroking me. Molding me, my desire to his will.
"Yeah, that's right. C'mon, show me everything. I want to see it."
I buck back against him, my ass grinding into his jean covered cock. His gasp is a reward for my effort. "You...want...to...see... this, Chief? Want...to...see...me...come?"
Blair's leg hooks over my own, anchoring me to his body. "Yeah, big guy," he says, his voice low and rasping in my ear. "I want to see you come so bad it hurts."
That's all I need to know. My strokes come faster, harder and Blair kisses my the back of my neck and shoulders; his fingers keep working their magic. He holds on to me like a drowning man, absorbing the thrusts of my body like he was born to it.
His words whip me ((C'mon, baby)), nip at my heels ((show me)), harry me onward to oblivion ((yeah, that's right, work yourself over)).
Blair's words; one minute soft and slow, the next hot and nasty. Oh, god I never dreamed it could be like this. He is on me, in me, binding me with his voice. And I let him have it, all of it. All of me.
When I come, I feel the rush of sensation tear through blood and bone and out my cock. I arch painfully, aware of the body behind me, feeling it thrust against my own until, finally, I'm spent.
Blair strokes a hand across my forehead and plants a kiss behind my ear. "That was beautiful, Jim. Thank you."
I turn slowly until we are face to face and stroke my come-soaked hand across his lips. An eager mouth sucks my fingers in and cleans them diligently before letting them go. I lean forward and kiss him, lightly like he kissed me before. A promise.
"Jim..."
I put my finger to his lips and shake my head. "Later," I say quietly and for once, he doesn't argue. I pull the sheet over both of us and we lay in each other's arms, listening to the sounds of the city below.
Disclaimer: Jim Ellison and Blair Sandburg are the property of the nice people over at Pet Fly Productions (and probably some other people whose names I don't know). Suffice to say, this is only a piece of fan fiction written for fan consumption and not for profit. The boys will be put back where I found them.