Chapter Five
Jim and Stanley

When he stood up out of the booth, Jim snagged an abandoned menu from another table and casually held it at crotch level. Blair and Benton didn't seem to notice, as they were involved in a discussion now about hunting traditions. Stanley smirked, and there was a bit of extra swagger in his walk as they went to the front. Oh, you're gonna pay when I get you alone, Vecchio. That strut's going to be a little stiff by the time I get through with you.

Mama Ivy scolded them about not having dessert, and pressed a whole pecan pie on them before they left. "Ya'll would be doing me a favor, sugar. If I don't give it away, I'll eat the whole damn thing by myself, and I can't afford to lose my girlish figure. You boys might stop coming to see me."

She was pished and toshed about that, and received a kiss from both Jim and Blair. Then she expectantly offered her cheek to Stan. He laughed, and smacked her heartily. "I'll marry you, if you'll move to Chi with me."

She snorted, smiling. "Little Bit, I'd wear you out."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and bounced on the balls of his feet. "Don't you believe it. I'm the Energizer Bunny of lovin'."

Another laugh, and she offered her cheek to Benton. He blushed, but leaned down and gravely pressed his lips to the brightly rouged surface. "You are a fine lady, Mama Ivy."

"Lady?" She howled. "Child, who been spreading those nasty rumors about me?"

Out in the parking lot, Jim said, "Okay, here's what I suggest. Blair and Benny, you two can take the first shift. I'll take Stan back to the apartment. Tomorrow morning, we'll relieve you two, and you can get some rest. If you feel up to it, you can spend some time during the day looking for that supposed shyster who slipped Solly the Combat cocktail."

"Sounds like a winning plan to me," Stan agreed.

Neither Blair nor Fraiser had any objections, so it was decided. They drove back to the hospital, and found that Solly had been transferred to a private room. He wasn't doing well, but he wasn't doing any worse, either. They talked to the hospital security guard and ascertained that no one had tried to come in, or called for information about the prisoner.

"But they will be wanting to know something soon. Mr. Bernie is not, to all accounts, a patient man."

"No shit. Rumor has it that a guy who keyed his Mercedes lost a testicle over it. Rumor also has that he was forced to eat said nut, raw. With ketchup. Bernie is a sick bastard."

Blair looked green. "I really didn't need to hear that."

Benny frowned in concern. "Do not be distressed, Blair. I am almost positive that Ray is only joking with you." He hesitated. "At least about the ketchup part. I believe that mustard would be a much more likely condiment..."

"Excuse me."

Blair went in the bathroom. A moment later they heard retching sounds. Fraiser’s face puckered. "Oh dear."

"Nice going, guys. That was about fifteen bucks worth of food, literally down the drain. I'm leaving the pie with you two. He'll need something later. if he recovers." Jim pushed the pie into the Mountie's hands, then jerked his head toward the door. "C'mon, Vecchio. Tell Blair good night for me, Benny."

"I most assuredly will."

"Christ, Benny, just say yes! G'night, ya big maple leaf." Stanley followed Jim down the corridor, walking rapidly to catch up with his longer strides.

Neither of the men spoke as they exited the building and went to the truck. They slid in on opposite sides, and Jim put his key in the ignition, then paused. He looked over to Stanley. "You do know that when we get to the apartment, you aren't getting any sleep."

Stanley regarded him with half closed eyes. "If I do, I want to know what the fuck I've been doing wrong."

"I'm going to fuck you raw," Jim warned.

Stanley's grin was bright, and as feral as any Jim ever gave himself. "Bring it on, Big Guy." Jim fired up the engine. For the first time in years, he burned rubber outside a police chase.

As he drove, Stanley slid closer, and put his hand in Jim's lap. He squeezed the bulge pressing against the fly. "Still got some left over from Skeets, huh? You manage to smuggle a bone out in your pants, Ellison?"

"I'll show you a bone."

"Promises, promises." Stanley cooed. "Didya leave some nice, sweet meat on it for me?"

"You're a fucking prick tease, you know that?"

"Nah, I'm not." He leaned over and licked Jim's ear, then whispered. "Teases don't intend to give it up. I do." He squeezed again.

"Fuck." Jim muttered.

"Oh, yeah."

Stan kept rubbing and squeezing, nibbling at Jim's neck and ear. It became increasingly difficult for Jim to pay attention to the traffic, and he hoped desperately that he could get home before he ran them into a pole. By the time he parked in front of the building, he was almost crazy with lust. It was all he could do to keep from tossing the little blonde over the hood of the truck and mounting him out on the street.

Instead he made it around to the passenger side while Stanley was still opening his door. Grabbing him by the front of the garish shirt, he hauled him out onto the sidewalk, then kicked the door shut and dragged him up the steps.

As they stumbled down the hall, Stanley was saying, "One thing, Ellison. Don't rip the clothes." Jim let go with one hand to unlock the door, opening it. "I mean, I don't have any spare with me, and Benny..." Jim shoved him into the apartment, then followed, locking the door. "Benny would want to know what happened. The poor angelcake doesn't know I'm gay, and I don't want to have to..." Jim jerked Stanley up flush against his body, leaned down, and kissed him, hard and long. When he pulled back, Stan continued, "...explain things." He reached up, grabbed the back of Jim's head, and pulled him down into another kiss, this time opening his mouth.

Jim promptly slid his tongue in and let it roam, exploring the different textures of teeth, tongue, gums and pallet. Stanley grunted deep in his throat and tightened his grip on Jim's hair, answering each movement with enthusiasm.

Stanley wondered how Jim got so good at undoing buttons without actually looking. He had no idea of how much practice Ellison had gotten by unwrapping Blair from his usual layers of flannel during the winter. In any case, his shirt hit the floor. Still hanging on to his soon-to-be lover, Stanley managed to kick his shoes off. There was a clatter indicating that one of them had knocked something over, but neither of the men were inclined to investigate.

Stanley was involved in trying to peel Jim's shirt up over his broad chest without losing oral contact. It caught under Jim's arms, and he swore violently into Ellison's mouth, which earned an eruption of laughter. "Funny, huh?" He nipped Jim sharply on the chest.

Jim gasped. His tone was sharp, but not angry. "Slut!"

Stanley licked the sore spot. "Proud of it. Where's this gonna happen, Ellison? I don't wanna get rug burns on my knees."

Jim released him, spun him around, and smacked him on the butt. "Upstairs. Move your sweet ass. I'll get the supplies." He watched with a chuckle as the smaller man raced to the stairs and bounded up them. A moment later, his pants came sailing over the rail, followed in short order by a tiny pair of bright red briefs. "Aw, damn. I would have liked to take those off you."

His voice floated down. "Then bring 'em up with you and I'll put 'em back on. But I thought you were in a hurry."

Jim went into the bathroom and quickly located a tube of lubricant and a box of condoms, then hurried up the stairs. As he came to the top, he stopped, staring.

Stanley had stripped the top sheet down to the foot, piled the pillows, and was lounging against them, totally naked except for his socks. Somehow that made him seem more than nude. He gave Jim a sultry look, delicately pinched the toe of one sock, sl-o-o-o-ly pulled it off, then repeated the action.

Jim found himself licking his lips. "Stan, I hope your heart is strong. Otherwise you might not survive this."

Stan stretched languidly. Jim watched the play of wiry muscles beneath smooth skin. "Fuck me to death, and it'll take the mortician a week to get the smile off my face. Now come on."

Jim dumped the supplies on the night stand, stripping out of the rest of his clothes. Blair would have been astonished at the abandon with which his roommate tossed them aside. Then, with a growl, he pounced.

As fast as he was, Stanley was faster. Damn, he can whip that little body around quick. Stan rose up and caught him as he lunged, twisting like a snake, and Jim found himself underneath a very warm, very active body.

"Ya know, Ellison, I had kinda the same reaction to you that I did to Benny. The second I saw you, I wanted to just climb all over you."

"Feeling's mutual." Jim wrapped his arms around Stanley and rolled them both over. "Now shut up."

"'kay." Stanley hooked his ankles over the back of Jim's legs and began to undulate his hips. His erection slid against Jim's with a delicious friction.

The Sentinel grunted his approval and began the very pleasant task of exploring the wiggling body with mouth and hands. He loved Blair, God knew he loved him. He never wanted to be without the man who was his Guide, his friend, his partner, and basically the center of his universe. But there was always something intoxicating about the first time with a new lover. Thank heaven Blair knew that, too, and understood. As for Jim... Well, he had a hard time wishing anyone a life without a little Blair in it, unless they were an asshole.

The two men slid and writhed together, Stanley clutching at Jim's shoulders, because he couldn't quite reach all the way around his back at this angle. Finally the Chicago cop panted, "Look, I know you don't want small talk, but I need you to fuck me now!"

Jim tried to move, but Stan's legs were surprisingly strong. "Then let me up so I can get you ready." Stan unhooked his legs, and Jim pulled back far enough to be able to reach the night stand. As he took the tube of lubricant, he felt the mattress shift under Stanley's weight. When he looked back, Stan was on his hands and knees, legs braced wide. The sight of the presentation sent a throb of pure, primal lust through Jim, gathering in his crotch. He hadn't thought he could get any harder.

Jim moved into the space behind Stanley, popping the top off the tube, and spread the firm, pale cheeks apart, drawing a thick squiggle of gel down the exposed crease. Stanley hissed a little at the cold, and Jim saw his tiny pink pucker flex in reaction. Jim started to rub it in, warming the stuff with his hand and Stanley's own body heat. Then he slowly pushed the first finger inside, working his way carefully past the tight ring of muscle.

Stanley sighed, dropping his head. A light tremor ran through his body, and Jim felt him squeeze. "Don't tense up on me, buddy."

"Sorry. Been awhile."

"Just relax, and I'll get you good and open." Jim slid in and out, feeling the gradual loosening. It was a little easier to work the second finger in. He stroked slowly, twisting and spreading, massaging the inner passage gently till the flesh began to warm and spread.

Stan's voice was quiet. "Can you do my prostate?"

"I'll try. Hang on." He probed farther, rubbing over the interior, and finally felt the little bump. Stanley made a cooing noise that went straight to Jim's cock. He rubbed again, kneading the tender lump of flesh and nerves till the blonde was shuddering and mewling.

"Oh, damn, Ellison, put your cock in me. I want you to ride me hard. I'm not a fucking virgin, I won't break."

Jim couldn't wait any longer, either. His cock was already slick with his own fluids. The condom slipped on easily, and he anointed it with another generous smear of gel before moving up behind Stanley. He gripped Stanley's hip with one hand, and guided himself till the head of his prick pressed against the slightly spread hole. "You ready?"

"Shit! Give it to me, Ellison! And you call me a tease."

Jim jerked his hips, burying half his length in the smaller man's ass. Stanley jerked, crying out as Jim's cock passed over his sensitized prostate. Jim could see his fingers working on the sheet, flexing rapidly like a cat sheathing and unsheathing it's claws. Not giving his lover time to catch his breath, Jim moved forward, sinking in till he was molded flush against Stanley's butt, spreading the smooth cheeks wide.

Jim sighed. "Oh, yeah." He drew back, watching, fascinated as his cock oozed back out of the heated, clinging flesh, then slid all the way back in. Stanley moaned. "That's it, baby. Take it all." He started to move, setting up a steady rhythm of long, gliding strokes.

Stanley closed his eyes, biting his lip, and let the sensations wash over him. Oh, this felt so right. Sex with Stella had been pleasant enough, but nothing like this. Nothing like the raw passion and power he could get from a man like Jim Ellison. He was so damn glad Solly the Snitch had chose Cascade when he ran.

Jim filled him, again and again. How did other men live without this? Stanley braced his arms and legs, and pushed back into the thrusts firmly. Jim's hands slid off his hips, gliding around under his belly. He smoothed down to Stanley's groin and wrapped Stan's aching cock in his big hands, starting to jerk him off. Stan was disoriented with pleasure for a moment, his movements uncoordinated. Then he caught the rhythm, and began to surge forward into the squeezing grasp, then impale himself further with a backward shove.

Stan's eager enjoyment was a beautiful thing. Jim couldn't help but be flattered by his responses. He had no doubts about his own prowess, But he makes me feel like a goddam stud bull!

Vecchio was moaning. "Almost... almost... oh, geez. Harder, Ellison! Gimme more!"

The last two words were a breathy plea that snapped whatever control Jim had been able to maintain. With a snarl, he started pounding into Stanley with short, hard strokes that would have been punishing to someone not so thoroughly lust inflamed. Their bodies met with wet, smacking noises. He drove the smaller man up higher in the bed with each lunge.

Stanley's trembling arms gave way, dropping his upper body to the mattress and tilting his ass. The new angle brought Jim's cock across his prostate again, and he screamed. Jim felt Stanley's prick pulse in his hands, and his fingers were covered by jet after jet of warm sperm. At the same time the muscles in the blonde man's anal passage clamped on his own engorged cock, squeezing like a fist. A few more hard, ramming thrusts, and Jim shot his load, too. The tidal wave of passion crashed over him and sucked him down into the familiar roaring darkness, and he prayed that he wouldn’t zone Please don't let me zone, it'll scare Stanley, he'll think he killed me.

He lost track of things for a couple of seconds, but it was just the more normal post coital senselessness that many men experience. When he came back to reality, he was lying full length on top of a collapsed Stanley Vecchio. The little man was still, except for the ragged heave of his breath. Jim quickly rolled off him, being careful to hold the rubber tight around the base of his softening prick. Then he stripped it off and dropped it in the wastebasket. He cleaned himself with some tissues, then grabbed another handful of them and nudged Stanley's shoulder. "Roll over, babe. Let me clean you up."

Stanley muttered something, then rolled over, arms and legs moving bonelessly. He stared up at the ceiling, mouth a little slack, eyes a little glazed, as Jim gently wiped him clean. After discarding the tissues, Jim crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up over both of them. Stanley immediately snuggled next to him. Actually, he half draped himself over Jim’s body. "Wet spot on the other side," he explained sleepily.

He didn't say thank you, which was fine by Jim. Instead he just gave him a soft, thoughtful kiss, sighed, tucked his head down on Jim's broad shoulder, and passed out. Jim watched him sleep for a few minutes. In slumber, the sharp, savvy lines of his face were smoothed, and he looked quite young, rather like Blair. Jim smiled. They look so innocent when they're asleep. He drifted off to sleep, unaware that Blair would have been able to make the same comment about one particular Sentinel.