Title: Lips and Licks and Strawberry Shortcake
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Rating: FRM
Status: new/complete
Date:
Series/Sequel: no
Summary: A woman licks her lips, and Jim sees Blair
watching her.
Warnings: m/m
Notes: This
is in response to Margaret's first writing exercise for August on
60second_fanfic: Write a piece about 400 words or so long (I ran over, 524),
about lust. If you write m/m slash, one of the guys sees a woman
seductively licking her lips, how does he react? This is for Tim's
birthday,
Lips and Licks and Strawberry Shortcake
By Tinnean
Jim didn't need to have Sentinel-enhanced vision to know
that Blair was staring at the woman's mouth.
They were in front of the bakery, with its pristine window
reflecting the images of the three people standing before it, and Jim could see
it, plain as day. He felt his heart sink.
When he had first given Blair the okay to move in with him,
he'd assumed the 'neo-hippy witchdoctor punk' was straight. He'd quietly lusted
after Blair, with his mane of curly brown hair he'd fantasized about
capturing fists of it and using it to guide Blair's mouth to his dick and
blue, blue eyes that he'd fantasized about watching in passionate wonder as Jim
undressed him, carefully prepared his body, and slid into him.
Jim would have gone on living with his fantasies, certain
the man who shared the loft with him was heterosexual to the core, but one day
Blair had literally tripped him and beaten him to the mattress.
"So you're homosexual, Chief?" he'd asked when
he'd finally caught his breath.
Blair had grinned that cocky grin. "I'm as homosexual
as I need to be. You know how I hate labels."
Jim also knew what a horn dog Sandburg had been. He'd had
women in and out of his life for months after he'd moved into the loft.
And wasn't that the problem the possibility that since
Blair had had female lovers before Jim, he could have female lovers after Jim?
Yeah, Jim had gone the same route, but it was simply to
throw dust in the eyes of anyone who might question his sexuality. And after
Carolyn Plummer, his one attempt at living la vida 'normal', he'd never do that
again.
The fear that he could one day lose Blair haunted Jim a lot
these days. He was older, he was anal, as Blair liked to tease him, and as
little as he wanted to admit it, his hairline did seem to be heading south.
Face it. Blair could have anyone, male or female, by
raising an eyebrow or Jim acknowledged ruefully by simply licking his
own lips.
And now Blair was looking at the way this woman's lips
parted, the way her tongue peeked out, the way it ran over her lips her
seductive, lush, red lips.
To give the woman credit, Jim was sure her actions were
unconscious. Her eyes seemed focused on the lone piece of strawberry shortcake
in the window, with its plump, red strawberries and swirls of snowy whipped
cream.
"Each bite would go right to my hips." She gave
her lips a last lick, sighed, and walked away.
Jim met Blair's eyes in the reflection of the window.
"What are you thinking, Chief?"
Blair smiled. His gaze dipped to Jim's mouth, then rose to
look into Jim's ice blue eyes. Blair's blue, blue eyes were bright with
lust?
Oh, yeah, there was lust involved, aimed right at Jim, but there was also love.
Blair touched his tongue to his lips.
"I was thinking how lucky I am to have you for a lover. And how much I want that last piece of strawberry shortcake!"
~End~
