"That was some reception, man!" Blair said happily as he dried the last of the dishes. He and Jim were in the process of cleaning up the loft after Ryf and Rhonda's wedding reception. The young couple had decided to accept Jim's offer to have the reception at the loft, rather than shelling out big bucks for the use of a dance hall. It had proved to be a great idea. The loft looked beautiful, with little white Christmas lights strung all around. Plus, with all the furniture pushed back against the walls, there was ample room for dancing. The party had lasted into the wee hours of morning, and now Jim was ready for a little one on one time with Blair.

"Didn't Rhonda look beautiful, man?" Blair sighed, straining on tip toe to put away the set of wine glasses. He was a little too small to reach the shelf where they belonged, and smiled as Jim took his waist in his hands and lifted him.

"Yep, Ryf is one lucky guy, eh?" Jim said as Blair replaced the glasses. He lowered the young man to the floor and wrapped his arms around him.

"Not as lucky as me," Blair replied, tilting his head back against Jim's shoulder. He smiled as the warm lips touched his sensitive earlobes.

"Why are you lucky?" Jim whispered.

Blair chuckled. "Fishing for compliments, are we?" he asked, reaching down to rub the arms around him. He sighed as Jim laughed softly behind him.

"Well, let's see," Blair continued thoughtfully. "Why am I lucky? First of all, I've finally been given permanent observer status at the Precinct," he said.

Jim nodded. The Chief had been impressed with Blair's actions during the incident, especially for what he did to protect Tyler. That and the fact that every officer in major crimes had demanded Blair remain a part of the team had convinced the Chief to re-think his earlier decision to dismiss him.

Jim had been very relieved, to say the least, and had agreed with Simon on not telling Blair just how close he had come to losing his observer status. Neither of them saw reason to upset the young man.

Blair was still talking. "Plus, my thesis is coming along like a dream! Thanks to you," Blair punctuated the phrase by turning to kiss Jim on the nose.

"Lastly, and most importantly," Blair added, reaching up to wrap his arms around Jim's neck, "My lover is the best-looking, most courageous, and in general all around greatest guy on the west coast!" Blair smiled, and leaned up to press his lips to Jim's.

Jim kissed him back, then replied slyly, "Oh yeah? Then why are you wasting your time with ME?" He laughed as Blair swatted him on the forehead.

"Wiseass," Blair grumbled. "You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do," Jim said softly, hugging Blair to his chest. "I can't say I agree with you...," Jim looked down and touched a finger to Blair's lips as the young man tried to object.

Jim replaced the finger with his lips before adding, "But since I'm getting the best of the deal, I'll let it slide." Jim smiled brilliantly as Blair blushed.

They stood together for a long time, just holding each other, relishing the warmth of each other's bodies. Then Blair gave a quick squeeze around Jim's body, and stepped back.

"OK, OK, enough of the mush-fest," Blair said with a grin. He gestured to the loft, with the remains of the reception still strewn about. "Let's get back to work, here."

Jim sighed. "We don't have to do it now, you know," he said, watching Blair cross to the corner for the ladder. He moved to follow, adding, "Why don't we just go to bed, babe? I've been dying to get my hands on you all day."

Blair began dragging the stepladder across the floor. Jim moved quickly to help him, setting it up under one strings of lights they had hung over the front door. As Blair started up the ladder, Jim folded his arms and studied his love's shapely backside.

"Blair, come on," Jim whined. "Leave it until morning.... Please?" He reached up to run a hand over that ass.

Blair giggled, and shifted away. "Watch it, man. You want me to fall off the ladder?" Blair looked down at Jim with a smile.

Jim thought about it. "If it means you'll end up prone on the floor for me to ravish, then yes!" He reached up to grab Blair's bottom again.

"Jiiim," Blair whined, trying to reach the string of lights. He yelped and grabbed the top rung as the ladder was suddenly scraping across the floor. "Hey!" Blair exclaimed.

Jim just laughed, dragging the ladder and Blair out of reach of the lights. "I want to play, Chief," he said, voice all sing-songy.

Blair sighed and looked down at Jim again. His heart fluttered, as it always did, as Ellison ice-blue eyes settled on him in a look of lust. Blair lounged seductively against the ladder, teasing his big lover.

"Come down, baby," Jim pleaded, gently jiggling the ladder.

"And if I don't?" Blair taunted, grinning.

Jim growled. "Then I shall be forced to turn caveman on you again, and carry you off by force!" He smiled as Blair chuckled at the threat.

"Oooh, will you drag me around by my hair?" Blair grinned, running a hand through his locks. He knew the sight on his fingers weaving through his hair made Jim's toes curl. He watched a flush spread quickly up Jim's neck to his face.

"If you're lucky," Jim managed to ground out, trying to tune down the sound of Blair's hair running over the slender fingers.

"Is that what Carolyn did to you, then?" Blair asked innocently, gesturing at Jim's hair, or rather, significant lack thereof.

Jim just looked at Blair blankly, not getting it.

Blair snorted, and turned to move higher on the ladder. Jim was getting slow. He usually didn't take so long to pick up on one of Blair's slants, especially when it concerned his hair....

Jim got it.

"YIKES!" Blair yelped as a hand grabbed the back of his belt and yanked. He fell backwards off the ladder and into Jim's arms. The young man laughed gleefully as Jim growled, and turned to charge up the stairs with him.

Jim barreled up the stairs with his helpless prisoner, Blair laughing all the way. At the top, Jim turned and tossed Blair onto the bed. Then he stripped off his own shirt and launched himself forward with a Tarzan-like yell. He landed on his stomach beside Blair with a grunt, his weight bouncing the smaller man clear off the mattress, and nearly onto the floor.

Blair howled with laughter as he caught air, then crashed onto the mattress again. He lay there, giggling as the bed slowly settled, Jim lying motionless beside him. Then, Jim's hand reached over to settle on Blair's hip. Blair looked down at the hand as it began to slide slowly upward. The rough fingers undid one of the buttons of Blair's shirt, then another, moving upward from the waist.

"Jiiiim," Blair warned.

Nothing but a low, evil chuckle in reply. Jim slowly slid his hand inside the partially-opened shirt.

"Jim.... GAH!!!!" Blair yelped as the fingers inside his shirt exploded into action, tickling circles over his belly. Laughing, Blair tried to turn away onto his side, but Jim grabbed him with his free arm and pulled him back.

Jim spooned up behind his love, holding him fast with an arm around his chest. He moved his other hand to yank Blair's shirt out of his pants, and pushed the fabric up. Blair squealed and tried to curl into a ball as Jim ran his fingers like little spider legs over the soft, warm surface of his tummy. The pealing laughter was music to the Sentinel's ears, and he snickered as Blair tried to capture his hand to stop the attack.

Blair grabbed Jim's wrist with both hands, trying to force the tickling fingers away from their target. He actually succeeded for a moment, until Jim changed his hold on him. Soon, Blair found his hands pinned to his chest, both wrists held fast by one of Jim's large hands. The other hand stopped tickling to reach up and cup Blair's chin. Then the low, soft voice spoke to him, lips brushing Blair's earlobe.

"What do you think you're doing... eh?" Jim muttered into Blair's ear as he restrained his young love. "You don't really think I'm going to let you go so easily, do you?" Jim grinned as Blair chuckled, trying feebly to squirm free of Jim's grasp.

"If you hold still, I might just go easy on you," Jim continued, kissing the side of Blair's neck. The hand on Blair's chin reached down, and Jim began to trace a single fingertip slowly over the smooth skin of Blair's abdomen, right above his waistline.

Blair moaned and sucked his belly in, trying to escape from the roaming finger. He jumped a little, and began giggling again as the hand moved up to his belly button, and the fingertips began to brush across it.

Jim smiled, and kissed the back of Blair's neck as his Guide giggled and squirmed in his grasp. His wandering fingers had found Blair's 'outie', and Jim smiled as he remembered tormenting Blair in the hospital a month ago. He ran his fingertips very lightly back and forth across the soft little nub of skin, knowing that the action would drive his young lover half crazy. Sure enough, he had to tighten his grip on Blair as the young man's laughter intensified, and he began to struggle harder.

"Ohh, you like that, don't you?" Jim murmured against Blair's ear. He wove his fingers through the dark hair on Blair's tummy, eliciting another groan from his captive lover.

"Ohhhhh Jimmmm," Blair moaned as Jim's fingertips continued to tease and explore. He tried to turn in Jim's arms. He wanted to see his lover's face.

Jim felt Blair trying to turn over, and shifted position. He turned Blair onto his back, but kept the young man's wrists pinned to his chest with one hand as he continued to stroke his stomach. He hovered over Blair, smiling down at his beautiful Guide for a long moment before leaning down to capture the full lips in a kiss.

Blair closed his eyes as Jim's lips closed over his own. Their tongues met and did gentle battle, sliding over each other in a graceful dance. Blair felt Jim scrape his teeth lightly across his lip, and he countered by gently sucking on Jim's tongue. Jim's fingers continued to play on his flat belly.

Jim finished up the kiss, and moved Blair's arms to his sides, finally releasing him. Then he reached his free hand up to finish unbuttoning Blair's shirt. He peeled open the shirt, and reached to gently pinch and stroke the little tanned nipples. Blair writhed under him.

Blair arched as Jim's rough fingers caressed his sensitive nipples. His chest began to heave as Jim's hot, wet tongue slid over one nipple, warm fingers pinching and tweaking the other. He felt the muscles in his stomach tighten as his arousal increased.

Jim suckled gently on the nipple between his lips, then began kissing a trail down Blair's body. He touched his lips to Blair's belly-button, the dark hair tickling his nose, before darting his tongue out to lick the sensitive little nub. He smiled as Blair moaned and squirmed beneath him. Jim licked a circle of wet kisses around the navel before moving lower.

"Oh... Gods...," Blair rasped, as he felt Jim's tongue and lips moving down his body, blazing a trail of pleasure. He arched his head back, reaching down to grip the close-cropped head as it neared his groin.

Jim nipped tiny kisses down the line of hair tapering from Blair's navel to the top of his trousers. He undid the fly, and gently tugged the pants and boxers down, pushing them out of the way. He just admired his lover for a few moments, before leaning down and running his tongue lightly over the head of Blair's cock.

"Unnngh!" Blair groaned, arching his hips upward. His body began to gently rock on the bed as Jim deep throated him. Blair came explosively a moment later, and just lay there trembling. Soon, he felt Jim slide up beside him, and obeyed Jim's gentle persuasion to turn onto his side.

Jim spooned up behind Blair, reaching behind him to grab the tube of lubricant from the night stand. Jim swiftly freed himself from his own trousers, and quickly covered his arousal with the lube. He wrapped one arm around his love's slender waist, and pulled the lithe body back against his chest. Lovingly, he rubbed Blair's fuzz-covered chest and tummy as he gently ran his lube covered fingers down the cleft of the young man's ass.

Blair closed his eyes, reaching down to stroke the muscular arm coiled around him as he felt Jim's finger slide into him. He breathed hard through his nose as a second finger followed, scissoring to stretch him, preparing him for Jim. The third finger entered his body, and Blair felt himself growing hard again.

Jim withdrew his fingers and pressed himself forward. He waited a moment to let Blair prepare, then steadily thrust his hips forward, sliding into Blair up to the hilt. He gripped Blair tighter to him as the young man gave a sharp, short gasp.

"It's OK, baby," Jim breathed, beginning to gently pump into the young man. "I love you.... I love you...,"

Blair rocked with Jim, feeling his insides filled with the throbbing heat of his big lover. The hand on his stomach slid downward to gently close around Blair's shaft, and he gasped as Jim began to rub him.

"Oh... Jim... Oh... my... GAWD...yes... yes..," Blair chanted, mindless with pleasure.

"You're mine," Jim growled into Blair's ear, beginning to thrust harder.

"Y... yes.... Forever," Blair gasped in reply.

"I love you... Blair.... I.... Oh... YES!!!" Jim bellowed into Blair's hair as he came, whole body shuddering, his seed filling his lover.

Blair felt Jim climax, and as if in response his own body followed suit. He arched his head back with a muffled scream as he came, exploding over Jim's hand. Then, everything began to slowly ease down, like a carnival ride coming to a stop. Blair lay there limply for a long moment. Then he felt Jim carefully withdrawing from him, and he turned over to be enveloped in the great, loving arms.

Jim held Blair's small body tight against his chest, smiling as he felt their hearts beating in sync, pulses gradually slowing as their bodies recovered. He dropped a tender kiss on the top of Blair's head, and was rewarded by the slender hands reaching around to stroke his broad back.

"I love you, baby," Jim murmured softly, tightening his arms around his lover.

"You too, big guy," Blair whispered.

Sentinel and Guide slowly drifted off to sleep, content, safe, and loved in each other's arms.

THE END