Chapter Seventeen
Campus Tour

"It's not that I'm anti-education," Stanley explained. "Heck, I take criminal justice courses, and modern history is way interesting, buuuuut..."

"But you don't view it as a recreational activity," Blair finished his thought. They were in the cab of the truck. Jim was filling the tank, and Benton was stretching his legs.

"Um, yeah." Stanley looked sheepish. "But I know Benny is interested in that tribal stuff you keep taking about, so it's all right with me."

Blair grinned, reaching over to stroke Stanley's hair. "Oh, it isn't all dry stuffiness at the U. Correct me if I'm wrong, here. Jim sort of coerced you into that barbering session, didn't he?"

Stanley grimaced wryly. "Yeah. I got into it, but that dude is persistant."

"You're telling me? And I believe I heard that he'd also promised you a go at that hard ass of his."

Stan grinned. "Oh, yeah."

"Stanley, do you believe in payback?"

Stanley's eyes danced. "Ooooh, yeah!"

"Then I have a little suggestion as to how we all might benifit from your go 'round." Mindful of Sentinel hearing, even if Jim was concentrating on Fraiser's butt at the moment, Blair leaned close to Stanley and started whispering. Stanley listened intently, and the grin spread to shit-eating proportions. "Kewl. You'll set it up?"

Blair nodded. "There isn't much to do, so it won't take but a minute. The anthro building is right next to the library. I'll just say I need to check something in my office, and you guys should go in to the library. Once we've been in a few minutes, make your excuses. You shouldn't have any trouble leading him out. When you're done, just come on back."

Stanley started humming the theme from 'Mission: Impossible'. Blair smiled. "Yeah, I always wanted to see the Tom Cruise character get it on with the Dougray Scott character. Face it, there was way too much tension between them for it to be strictly rivalry. I say he was with Nya on the rebound from Ethan."

"Works for me. The henchman wasn't bad, either."

"Or the pilot."

"The computer expert. We're a couple a sluts. You know that, don't you?"

"Sluts have more fun."

"Can't argue with that."

As soon as they pulled into the university library parking lot Blair hopped out and headed for the anthropology building. "Be right with ya!" he called back over his shoulder. "Jim, go on and take them to the first floor display cases."

Jim grumbled something about Blair neglecting his duties as a host, but led the two visitors into the library. Benton was eyeing Stanley curiously. "Stanley, I believe I recognize that expression. What are you up to?"

"You'll find out."

Benny sighed. "Am I going to be pleased, or appalled?"

"Well, up until yesterday, I'd have said appalled. Now, I think not."

"Interesting."

"Very. If I decide to lure Ellison off, don't come along, okay?"

"Ah."

"Man, Benny, you can say more with one syllable than most people can in six or seven complete complex sentences."

Benton was soon absorbed in arrow heads and pottery shards. Blair returned to them in a few moments. He caught Stanley's eye and circled his thumb and forefinger in the 'okay' sign. Stanley pretended interest in some of the clay beads, then said casually, "Ellison, you know your way around this place right? Come show me some of the sights while Blair and Benny natter about this stuff."

Jim lifted his eyebrows, but left with Stanley when Blair and Fraiser assured him they would be fine on their own. Once outside, Jim said, "What sort of sights do you want to see, Vecchio?"

"The same sort you can see in life study classes in art. C'mon." He led Jim to the anthropology building.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but this isn't the art building, and even if it was, they don't have any classes today."

"Perfect. No, it's just that if this university is anything like any of the other campuses I've ever been on, I should find...Yeah."

He opened one of two doors set close together, and waved Jim before him, into the room. Jim stood, looking around. It was tiny. The only furniture was two sturdy chairs and a heavy table. And, on one wall, there was a large mirror. "Observation room." He pointed at the mirror. "Two way, so the observers can look in."

"Yeah. Just a second." Stanley disappeared. Jim heard another door open, then close, and he was back. "I checked. No one in there. So Ellison, what else does this room remind you of?" Jim shook his head. "Doesn't remind you of certain interrogation rooms?"

"Yeah, come to think of it, it does."

Stanley stepped into the room, closing and locking the door. "You know about good cop, bad cop, right?"

"Who doesn't?"

Stanley's expression was suddenly cold. "Well, smart ass, meet bad cop." He pointed at a chair. "Siddown, punk."

Jim didn't smile, but he was grinning inside. He loved role playing, and he didn't get to play the more helpless role all that often. He crossed his arms, staring at Stanley cooly. "You ain't read me my rights, cop."

"You have the right to do like I say, if you don't want my foot up your tight ass, boy. Now sit!"

*Oh, he's good! I'm gonna enjoy this.* Jim slumped in the chair, radiating contempt. He could do that very well. He'd gone undercover as a male prostitute in vice, and he had the street whore's attitude down--sullen, and wary.

Stanley paced around him. "This is the sixth time you've been busted for soliciting, Ellison. Six! I've told you before, peddle your mouth and your ass if you want to, but not on my turf. I have to deal with enough shit from the higher ups as it is."

"How the hell was I s'posed to know that john was a cop? Aren't you bastards s'posed to have dress regulations, or something? I mean, his fucking hair was over his shoulders."

"Watch your mouth about Detective Sandburg, punk. He's a good cop."

"Yeah? Well, he sure was enjoyin' my hand on his dick before he slapped the cuffs on me."

Stanley leaned over Jim. "Who said cops can't enjoy that?"

Jim acted confused. "What? I don't get you?"

"Who said a cop can't appreciate a skilled hand, or a hot mouth, or a juicy ass? What I'm talkin' about here, Ellison, is your compulsion to strut you wares where you shouldn't. There are clubs. There are bars. I don't want you on my corner."

Jim shifted. He was starting to get hard. And, where he was standing, Stanley's crotch was close to his eye level, and he could tell that the Chicago cop was aroused, too.

"Well, fuck. Excuse me all the hell for littering up your turf. So you're saying I can sell it as long as I don't do it in the streets and scare the horses?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you meant it."

"It's no use talking to you. Maybe six months inside will take some of the starch out of you."

"No, wait! Shit, I don't wanna go back inside!"

"Why should I let you off?"

"Aw, crap. I'll be good, Vecchio, okay? I'll stay out of the streets. I'll work with one of the escort services, I know I can get on."

"That's all in the future--promises. What can you do now to show me that you mean it?"

Jim looked up at him, eyes going sultry. He licked his lips slowly, "What do you want me to do for you, Vecchio?"

Stanley silently opened his pants and took out his cock. He was already fully aroused. As Jim looked a crystal bead of pre-come oozed from the pee slit on his rosy cock head, quivered for a second, then slid down. Another started to form. Jim licked his lips again. "You can suck that, then take it up your ass. That's what you can do now."

"I don't have any lube or rubbers."

"I do. Quit stalling and lick it."

With a show of reluctance, Jim leaned forward, put out his tongue, and barely touched it to Stanley's glans, delicately captureing the second drop of fluid before it could slide down. Stanley shivered. "More, bitch."

Jim bared his teeth at him, then began lapping. He swirled his tongue over the heated, swollen flesh, moving from the tip, down the shaft to his balls, and back again.

Stanley enjoyed the attentions for a couple of minutes. "You're good at that, Jim. You deserve you're reputation as a champion dick licker. But I said suck it. Now, get it in your mouth, and I want deep throat."

"Fuck, you're kinda big for that, Vecchio."

"I have confidence in you."

Jim was starting to breath heavier. He growled, "I'll give you this, Vecchio. You got nerve, letting your prick come this close to my teeth."

"Let's be clear on something--if I bleed, you bleed, and a lot more than I will. Now suck me."

Keeping his eyes fixed on Stanley's face, Jim bent forward and took just the head into his mouth and began sucking=--just that for a little while, like it was a lollipop. When Stanley started to push deeper, Jim pulled back, releasing him with a wet smack. Stanley cursed, and grabbed his head. "I said suck, dammit!"

This time he pushed in strongly. Two thirds of his cock sank in smoothly before he was obstructed, and Jim made a little choking noise. Stanley pulled back, just a little. He leaned down and spoke in Jim's ear. "Listen, cunt. You're going to take all of it--first in your mouth, then up that pretty white ass. Now, you can either relax and enjoy it, or choke. Frankly, I don't care. I can get off either way."

Jim put his hands on Stanley's hips and pushed him back, managing to get his mouth free, despite the painful grip in his hair. Stanley wasn't easing up. He was playing this, you should pardon the expression, to the hilt. Jim was so hot he could hardly stand it. He panted, "Christ, gimme a minute. Wait... let me concentrate. I need to relax the throat muscles..."

"Don't talk about it, do it!"

"All right, all right!" Jim took a couple of deep, calming breaths and concentrated on relaxing his throat muscles. The meditation techniques Blair had taught him had uses that the yogis who'd developed them probably hadn't imagined. This time when he took Vecchio into his mouth he sank smoothly down till he had engulfed him entirely. He sucked as best he could *though I could get stronger suction on a smaller section*, and growled.

"Fuck!" Stanley cried. Jim started to bob on his erection, taking him in fully every three or four strokes. Stanley had grabbed his shoulders for support, and made small thrusting motions with his hips. He looked over Jim, and watched their reflection in the two way mirror.

And smiled.