Title: Just Another Day
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They belong to Petfly. Scifi has the
sense to rebroadcast the episodes, but I think they'd be much happier in my
universe.
Status: new/complete
Date: 1/03
Series/Sequel: no
Warnings: m/m
Notes: This first appeared in the MME Chapters Zine. Thanks
to Patt for suggesting I do this, to AP for the fantastic artwork, and to Gail
for all she does.
Just Another Day
Part 1/1
Valentine's Day in Cascade,
Still, it was no big deal, right? So what if it was
Valentine's Day? It was just another date on the calendar. And we… we were
just friends, roommates, not even fuck buddies.
I knew he liked men. I liked men too.
It wasn't his fault that I … Well, it wasn't his fault.
****
It was my turn to cook, but he brought home dinner from El
Sombrero Blanco, the restaurant in Little Havana, where occasionally we'd meet
for lunch. While I was laying out the place settings, he put Santana on the
stereo. I poured out two glasses of red wine, something else we both shared a
taste for.
After we'd finished eating and had stacked the dishwasher,
he found and lit some candles and turned off the lights. He changed the CD to
something lush, with strings and woodwinds. This was serious 'make-out' music.
It wasn't one of my CDs, and I didn't remember seeing it in his collection.
I was certain I had to be dreaming, because this was
almost as if he was setting the scene for seduction.
He crossed the floor to where I stood, his eyes hot in the
soft glow of candle light; he drew me into his embrace and placed my arms around
his neck, and we slow-danced, swaying to the music, his hands firmly on my butt.
I let out the breath I had been holding unconsciously, and
from the way he rubbed his head against my hair, I knew it had tickled his ear.
I hadn't been this hard since… since my last wet dream of him. I didn't want
to reveal my neediness, so I tried to angle my hips away, but his grip on my ass
cheeks tightened, and I couldn't avoid the hard press of his own cock.
We didn't talk; there was no need for conversation, and
then there was no possibility of speaking. His lips wandered over my collarbone
to my throat, and I tipped my head back to give him better access. I knew he'd
leave a mark that I'd be hard-pressed to conceal in the morning, but I didn't
care. "Yessss!" I whispered.
He soothed the bruise with a swipe of his tongue, only to
begin suckling the spot again, and I shivered.
"Make love to me, babe! Please!"
"I thought you'd never ask! Do you have any idea how
long I've wanted to be inside you? How often I've watched your ass as you bent
over, to tie your shoe, to pick something off the floor? Do you know how hard
it's been to see you, and not touch you?"
I shivered again. "Why now?"
"Because I just couldn't wait any longer!" His
fingers trembled as he undid my pants. They slid down, allowing my cock to
spring free. Clear drops of pre come were already beading at the tip, and he
gathered them up on the broad pad of his thumb. He raised his hand to my mouth
and nudged my lips. I parted them with a moan, and his thumb was in my mouth,
and the taste of me exploded on my tongue. Helplessly, I drew his thumb deeper
into my mouth, sucking it voraciously, and he hummed approval. "Next time
you'll be doing that to my cock, and I'll be doing the same to yours, but I
right now I really need to be inside you! Upstairs!"
I let his thumb slip out of my mouth, my breathing
unsteady. "Now! Here! Please, I can't wait, babe." He turned me around
and bent me over the back of the couch. The sound of his zipper lowering was
loud in the room; I could hear it over the soft strains of music from the CD.
Slicked fingers entered me, loosening me, and then they were replaced by his
condom-covered cock, the latex warm from the heat his body was throwing off.
My whimpers told him when he found the angle that brought
me the most pleasure. While he fucked my ass, his fingers teased the sensitive
flesh behind my balls, then pressed against my anus where it was stretched
around his cock. Before I realized what he was doing, that finger was inside me
as well. I shivered and moaned, thrusting back to take more.
His other hand closed around my cock and began stroking it.
I rocked my hips forward, driving my cock into his fist. The reverse movement
had me backing onto the hard flesh that was impaling me, and between the twin
assaults, it didn't take long for me to explode in a climax the likes of which I
had never experienced.
I must have passed out, because when I was once more back
in the here and now, he had already disposed of the condom and was just
finishing cleaning me off.
"Let's go to bed, babe."
****
He made love to me all night long, sweet, hot,
mind-shattering. The last time, just before dawn, we were face to face, and I
gripped him tightly with my knees. His eyes squeezed shut, and his face was
drawn in a rictus of pleasure. I whispered, "I love you." He sank down
onto me, bonelessly satiated, murmuring something unintelligible.
It could have been anything, maybe even, 'I love you, too.'
I fell asleep trying to convince myself that it was, 'I
love you, too.'
****
He shut the alarm before it had the chance to go off. I
felt his eyes on me, but I pretended to be asleep, and he got out of bed
quietly, gathered up his clothes, and tiptoed down the stairs to take a shower.
//Well, what did you expect? Protestations of everlasting
love?//
//Truthfully?//
//Hey, if you can't be truthful with yourself, who will
be?//
//Well, then, yes, I was expecting… that.//
//You're such a…//
//Don't say it. You may be the other part of me talking to
me, but I don't have to take that kind of shit from you.
//I was going to say you're pathetic, but never mind.//
Those conversations with myself were always so fruitless. I sighed and pulled
the covers up over my shoulders.
The shower shut off, and a soft voice called up the stairs,
"I have to go, babe, I'm late, but we'll talk when I get home later,
okay?"
I pretended I was still asleep. The door closed, and I sat
up in bed and buried my head in my hands. There was no way I could face the
world today. I reached for the phone and called in sick.
****
I was staring into the freezer, looking for ice cream. What
I needed was Double Double Chocolate Fudge Ripple.
My head shot up as I heard
his key in the lock. Then I looked at the clock. It was a little past
The door opened, and the heady aroma of egg
foo yong as only Chang's could prepare it filled the apartment. The bag with
their distinctive logo on the side was in the crook of his left arm. His right
hand was behind his back.
"You came home early." "You didn't go in to
work." We spoke at the same time.
"You first," he said, and I shrugged.
"I just thought I'd take the day off. It's allowed,
you know." I was ashamed of the hostility that had crept into my voice, but
I wasn't going to apologize for it.
He nodded. "I called, and they told me you weren't in,
so I thought I'd take the day off too." His blue eyes were avoiding mine.
"Are you all right? I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"
"No, I'm fine. You brought Chinese for lunch?"
Oh, that was clever, just state the obvious, Ellison. They'd be laughing their
asses off down at Major Crimes.
"I know how much you like egg foo yong, Jim."
My nose twitched at the sweet scent that wasn't quite
overpowered by the Chinese food. "What've you got behind your back?" I
knew, but I wanted him to tell me.
Blair offered a tentative smile and brought his hand
around. Roses. A dozen. Long-stemmed, the velvety petals shimmering with drops
of moisture.
"Red roses, Chief? You know what that symbolizes? Am I
reading too much into this?"
"Yeah. I do know. And, no, you're not reading too much into it. I love you too." He saw the relief and happiness in my eyes, and his smile became blinding. "Happy Valentine's Day, Jim."
~End~
