Baby, It's You

By ~Silk

Part 5/End-NC-17

"Close your eyes, Chief."

He didn't want to close his eyes. He didn't want to miss a goddamn minute of what was going to happen next. But his eyelids slid shut anyway. Maybe it's a conditioned reflex, he thought. I'm so used to being commanded by my Sentinel.

My Sentinel. God, he had always felt that way about Jim. Like they belonged to each other. But that was when they were just friends. Now that they were about to cross the line and become lovers.... Well, it took on a different context in his head. It was like he was saying, my love.

A voice called out sharply from a short distance away. "Hey, Chief! Stop thinking and get over here!"

He opened his eyes with a start and gasped. There was a sight to rival some of the most intriguing anthropological finds he could think of. A naked Ellison. Lying on his back, spread-eagle, on the bed.

"Ummm...Jim?" The tremor in his voice gave him away. Be careful what you wish for, kid, you just might hit the jackpot someday.

"Aww, Chief. Don't tell me that after everything we've been through today...you don't want me?"

"Shit, no!" Blair recovered as quickly as he could, and suddenly he was a blur of motion, all hands and feet flying every which way in an effort to divest himself of whatever clothing he wore.

Hopping on one foot towards the bed, he nearly succeeded in getting his pants over his feet without removing his sneakers, only to fall into an untidy heap on the floor when he overbalanced.

A head peered over the edge of the bed at the Blair-sized bundle on the carpet. Jim couldn't help chuckling, but when Blair glared at him, his brilliant blue eyes glinting with cool appraisal, Jim immediately stopped. His last chance of Heaven was staring him in the face, and he'd be damned if he was going to screw it up. Again.

With a heartfelt sigh, Jim said, "Come here, baby," offering his hand to Blair.

Major miscalculation. Spitting like an angry kitten, all eyes and hair, Blair somehow managed to pull off his pants while he hissed, "Baby? Did you just call me baby?"

Drawing himself up to his full height, which was not so considerable at 5'7", Blair huffed and puffed his way through "I cannot believe you just called me "baby", Jim."

Jim stared intently at the man who held his heart in his hands. And seemed about to crush it, too, he thought. "Blair...."

"Yes, Jim?" Blair responded, waiting expectantly.

"I'm not good with words the way you are. But...only a man who loved you as much as I do could look at you, standing there, in your shorts and a pair of sneaks, without laughing." Pause.

Blair sat back down with a thump, his eyes clouding over. "You must think I'm a joke. A walking, talking joke."

"Nooo...." With the grace of his animal spirit, Jim slid out of bed and onto the floor beside Blair.

Wrapping his arms around the protesting Guide, Jim refused to give an inch. "What I think, Chief, is that I would love you, no matter what."

"That's easy to say, Jim."

"Not for me," Jim replied softly.

Blair's head came up, his blue eyes bleak but searching for a reason to hang on, a reason to keep believing. Jim framed Blair's face with his big hands, sighing as he smoothed the now unruly curls back from his cheeks. "I believe in us, Chief. Now it's your turn."

With a cry, Blair buried his face in the space between Jim's neck and shoulder. "Oh, God, Jim. I love you so much, man."

His own eyes moist, Jim held onto Blair, tangling his fingers in that soft silken mass of hair that he savored. "Feeling's mutual, Chief. I mean, Blair."

Blair sniffed and drew back, a tearful smile just beginning to cross his face. "You mean, baby."

"Yeahhhh...."

Pulling a thick swatch of hair away from Blair's face, Jim said, "You feel better now?"

Blair nodded slowly.

Jim nodded, too, in synch with Blair, then said, "Good. Can we get off the floor then? Do you have any idea how many germs there must be lurking in the carpet?"

Blair started to laugh. "With you around, Jim, they wouldn't dare."

Jim stood up effortlessly, as always imbued with the sinewy grace of the jaguar. He reached out a hand to help Blair up. Noting the exhaustion on his Guide's face, he said, "Blair, we can do as much...or as little...as you like. I won't think any less of you if all we can do is hold each other through the night."

Smiling his gratitude, Blair said, "I think I'm getting my second wind." His eyes twinkled merrily as they met Jim's. He had never seen such an openly affectionate look in Jim's eyes before.

Blair gently pushed on Jim's chest, and before either of them knew it, Jim was lying on his back again, Blair's cheek firmly affixed to his chest. Playing with an errant strand of hair, Jim wondered out loud, "What are you doing, Chief?"

"Listening to your heartbeat."

Blair raised his head, eyes glinting mischievously now. He touched the tip of his tongue to a flat male nipple, hearing an audible intake of breath that told him he succeeded in arousing Jim. "Hey, guess I don't need to be a Sentinel to tell I'm getting to you, huh?"

Jim's ice-blue eyes darkened dramatically as his pupils dilated. "I wish you would, Chief. Get to me." He emphasized each word with a subtle roll of his hips against Blair's thigh.

Blair began to kiss his way down Jim's chest to his abdomen, stopping only to swirl his tongue inside the navel there. At Jim's increasingly erratic breathing, Blair suddenly realized that he alone was able to slip past Sentinel defenses and ravage his hard-fought control. That empowered him. Which was very nice. But it did something else, too. It made him hard. And at the moment, that was even nicer.

Resisting the urge to wax poetic about Jim's abs of steel or some other God-like comparison he could make, Blair carefully made his way to the treasure he sought. Nestled in Jim's groin was a long, thick, hard erection, the likes of which he had never seen. Touching its velvety tip with his tongue, he felt Jim jerk spasmodically. Well, it seemed that Jim's control did have limits. The scientist in Blair cried out for him to test those limits, and with a winsome smile that Jim couldn't see, Blair applied himself to the task.

Licking up and down the length of that throbbing shaft, Blair lost himself in pleasuring Jim. It was not that he was completely altruistic. It was more that giving Jim such pleasure satisfied something deep within Blair. Something not entirely physical. But something every bit as real.

His fingers gently cupping and caressing Jim's cock, Blair continued to lick and suck and tease him until he could feel the climax approaching. Jim's legs trembled and tensed, and then he grabbed a handful of Blair's hair, exclaiming, "Blair! I'm so close! You'd better move--!"

But Blair had no intention of moving anywhere. He waited as Jim's hands clenched and unclenched in his hair, his thrusts faster but deeper into Blair's mouth. He wasn't sure exactly what he expected to hear when Jim came, but it wasn't "Oh, God, Blair! I love you!"

That brought tears to the younger man's beautiful blue eyes. It was so obviously genuine, so obviously heartwrenching. Sliding along the length of Jim's body, Blair settled himself comfortably against his lover.

When Jim protested that Blair hadn't come yet, Blair murmured contentedly in his arms. At first, Jim couldn't make out what he was saying. Then he realized that his hearing was dialed down to normal. With a minor adjustment, he listened again.

"You said we could do as much or as little as I liked. This was just the right amount. I'm so damn happy, I don't think I could stand to get any happier in one night."

"Are you going to go to sleep on me, Chief?" Jim asked softly, fairly certain that Blair was already well on the way to slumber.

"That's just what I'm doing, Jim," Blair responded sleepily. "Don't you dare move me."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Long pause. "Baby."

He could feel the smile stretching across Blair's face as he snuggled under Jim's chin.

End