Jim entered the loft after a long day at the station. He was tired and was looking forward to relaxing in front of the TV with a beer and Sandburg's chatter. He didn't always listen to what Blair was saying, but the voice soothed his mind after the overwhelming noise of the station all day. As he closed the door and threw his keys in the basket, a faint scent of buttermilk caught his attention. At first he didn't really take much notice, but as he hung up his jacket, he realised that what he could smell was donuts... and that it was coming from somewhere in the loft.
"Where is it Sandburg?" Jim yelled out.
"Where's what?" His curly headed roommate asked in return.
"The donut that I can smell... Where is it?"
Why don't you use your sense of smell to find it?" Blair suggested.

Jim closed his eyes and dialled up his sense of smell. With determination he followed the scent across the loft. As he walked he was oblivious to anything else. He bent down until his nose was level with the origin of the smell. He took a deep breath and was distracted by a stifled moan from his guide. He opened his eyes and found his face buried in Blair's sweatpants He looked up at Blair and cocked one eyebrow inquisitively. His guide just blushed and looked away. Jim could hear his heart beating really fast, and was aware of the smell of fear and arousal coming from the younger man. Jim gently pulled down the sweats to reveal the donut placed around the base of Blair's hardening cock. As he watched in fascination, Blair hardened further.
//Oh god... He wants me... *Blair* wants *me*!// Jim had fallen in love with his guide ages ago, but never thought that he could want an aging, balding, cranky cop. He realised that Blair was waiting for his response, and that the longer he waited, the more fear his guide showed. He decided to put him out of his misery. Jim stared up into his guide's eyes.
"My absolute favourite chief... Donuts and cream..." He stated before diving in for his reward.
The loud moans of the guide and the contented slurping sounds from the Sentinel were all that could be heard from the loft for some time.

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