Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg, mention of Blair/m Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: PetFly owns them, not me. Theyd have more fun with me. Im not making any money from this. No copyright infringement intended. You know the drill... Notes: It was originally intended for the Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere SlashWriters Fest, but a lengthy writers block struck and I didnt get it done in time for the deadline. Since I finally finished the damned thing, Im not letting it go unshared. Phrase #66 It goes where? along with Random Challenge #54, One of the partners snoops in the others journal and discovers something interesting. Warnings: BDSM Summary: Jim learns something unexpected about Blair, and teaches Blair a thing or two in return
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Jim grinned, listening to the muttered grumbling and multi-lingual curses as Blair discovered the elevator was out of order, yet again, and headed up the stairs. He managed to open the door just in time for a panting Sandburg to stumble into the loft, and took quick advantage of the opportunity to touch, steadying the younger man with a firm grip around his shoulders. New feet, Chief? Jim. Shit man, youre home already? Okay... um.... Blair drew a deep breath, eyes darting around the room. Jim braced himself for the coming torrent.Okay, man, this is good. Here, he shoved a large, well-worn book into Jims hands. Jim blinked. I know, I know, Blair shook his head, waving his arms in the air, my turn to cook. I swear, Ill be back in 10 minutes with the groceries and supperll be ready in a half hour. Will you put that in my room for me? It goes in the stack on the left, between Aguirres American Ethnicity: The Dynamics and Consequences of Discrimination and Sims Adams Navel: A Natural and Cultural History of the Human Form. Thanks, man! The door slammed and Jim was alone. Whirlwind Blair had departed, leaving him standing in sudden silence, holding the heavy text, staring at the closed door. It goes where? he asked the empty room. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Jim headed for Blairs room. The clutter that had originally been confined to the small bookshelf had spread to the floor and pretty much every available horizontal surface, including the small bed. The stack on the left, he says, Jim muttered. The question is, the stack on the left of what? Deciding it would be better altogether to not even start digging around for the proper pile, Jim tossed the book onto the small bed. Bouncing against the pillow, it caused a cascade of books and papers to shift and slide to the floor. Damn. Jim muttered, moving farther into the room. He knelt down to pick up and re-stack the loose papers into a rough pile. Then reached for the notebooks, adding them to the stack of papers. Last was a small, leather bound book, lying open, face-up. Line after line of Blairs loose handwriting filled the pages. Jim hesitated as he reached for the journal, fighting his curiosity. Sentinel research notes, maybe? Wouldnt hurt to read a bit, would it? Still, he hesitated. Might be personal. He snorted. Im the fucking sentinel. If its research, its about me. He picked up the journal, opening it to the most recent entry. Oh man, I really fucked up with Mike last night. Big time! Jim slammed the journal closed, his finger still holding the page. Mike? Who the hell was Mike? His conscience screamed at him to put the journal away, to pretend hed never betrayed Blairs privacy, but he ignored it, opening the journal again. Pushed too hard. Shouldve let it go, but Id finally convinced him to use the cuffs. Cuffs? The book slammed shut again. What the fuck! A sudden mental image of Sandburg, naked on Jims bed, wrists handcuffed to the loft railing exploded across Jims mind unbidden. He groaned, shifting to adjust his cock as it began to fill, pressing against his zipper. He lifted the journal. He was hesitant, too uncomfortable with the paddle. Barely heated up my ass. I shouldve paid attention but I was too into the fantasy fuck. Jesus! Sandburg wanting to be bound, wanting his ass blistered before being fucked into the mattress. It was every wet dream Jim had ever had come true. Too caught up to stop now, Jim read on. Thats not all though. It got worse. Much worse. Screamed Jims name when I came. So loud Im lucky he didnt hear me all the way across town. Mike didnt say anything. Im pretty sure he wont be speaking to me ever again. Jims heart stopped. Time stood still. Screamed Jims name when I came. The breath he didnt even realise he was holding exploded out in a rush. Sandburg had screamed his name. Wanted him. HE was Blairs fantasy fuck! A rumbling, possessive growl began building in his chest. The time had come for the Sentinel to claim his Guide, once and for all. Blair leaned against the loft door, balancing on one foot as he supported the slipping bag of groceries with his knee and fumbled for his key. A little helpd be nice, Ellison, he grumbled under his breath. The door swung open and Blair lost his balance completely, stumbling into the loft, groceries spilling across the floor. Dammit! Before Blair could react, he was pulled tight against a hard body, his arms pinned to his sides, a heavy hand covering his mouth. Momentary panic squeezed his chest, and Blair struggled ineffectually against the iron grip. Finally still, panting from the exertion but no closer to freedom, he felt lips brush against his ear, warm puffs of breath tickled along his skin as the words they carried triggered an immediate throbbing pulse below his belt, Your ass is mine now, Sandburg. The hand covering Blairs mouth, moved down to squeeze the ass in question. Jim? Blairs incredulous squeak echoed through the loft. Damn right its Jim, and dont you forget it! Fine. Jokes over funny man, Blair grumbled, struggling once more against the tight hold, what the fuck do you think youre doing? Where do you think youre going? Jim growled, pushing Blair against the closed door. I said, Jim wrested Blairs arms behind his back, snapping handcuffs around the smaller mans wrists, your ass is mine. Concern for his sentinel quickly replaced Blairs annoyance. Jim? With effort, he kept his voice soothing, non-confrontational, are you okay? Never better, Jim grinned, rubbing his hips against the soft curves of Blairs ass. He pulled a handful of long dark curls up to his face, inhaling the heady scent of Blair, mixed with his herbal shampoo. Blair swallowed sharply, drawing several deep breaths, concentrating on ignoring the arousal burning in the pit of his belly. Jim couldnt know what he was doing. Jim, is it your senses? Ignoring Blairs question, Jim leaned closer, nuzzling under Blairs ear to sniff along the strong column of Blairs throat. Jim! Blair shuddered, swallowing the soft moan of desire struggling to break free, Did you eat anything new today? Not yet, the suggestive leer was blatant in Jims reply. Smell anything? Only how much youre enjoying this, its pouring off you in waves. Jim inhaled another deep breath. Jim, Blair tried his best, most soothing Guide-voice, listen to me, Jim, listen to my voice. You need to let me go, get these cuffs off, and then I can help you figure this out. Well fix it, whatevers going on here. You dont get it Sandburg, nothings wrong. Ive just decided its time to stake my claim. Jim smoothed his hands down Blairs sides. He held the smaller mans hips in a steady grip and ground his erection against Blairs denim-clad ass, leaving no doubt as to his arousal, or intentions. Blairs head fell back against Jims chest, his eyes closed with a groan, Jesus, Jim! His own cock felt ready to burst out of its denim prison. He shook his head, I cant let you do this. Youll regret it in the morning. And then where will we be? Jim turned the smaller man around, cupping Blairs face with his palms, forcing the bright blue eyes to meet his. Ill never regret this, Chief. He smiled, pressing a kiss against tousled curls, inhaling deeply. Blair. Blair swallowed a moan, a sweet tingling spreading down from the crown of his head where Jims lips, Jims lips!, were still pressed against his hair. It had to be Jims senses. Something mustve thrown them out of whack. Unless of course, he was asleep at his desk in his office at Rainier. Maybe that was it. It was only a dream. In a minute hed wake up and Jim would be his same grumpy self, growling at him because supper wasnt ready. Any minute now.... The sharp tug of teeth on his nipple ring brought him back to reality with a yelp, as a jolt of fire shot straight to his cock; the reality of Jim, on his knees, pushing his shirts up, nuzzling, licking and nipping at the silver ring piercing Blairs left nipple while his hands worked diligently at the fastening of Blairs jeans, tearing them open and sliding them down to free Blairs burgeoning erection. ohgodohgodohgod. Im gonna take whats mine, Jim growled, gonna claim it, and mark it, so theres never any question again. He finished stripping off Blairs pants, along with his socks and boots, with several sharp tugs. Then, holding Blairs hips in a tight, steadying grip, he pressed his nose into the auburn curls nesting around Blairs cock, inhaling the musky odour deeply into his lungs. Blairs knees almost buckled. If not for the large hands holding him steady, he mightve stumbled. Hed never experienced anything so nakedly erotic as the awareness that Jim was inhaling his arousal, imprinting his scent. His own cock jumped as a fresh surge of blood pounded through it. Jims fingers curled around the smooth globes of Blairs behind. This ass is mine now, he grinned, and Im gonna make sure you never forget it. Jesus, Jim, Blair groaned, his cock bobbing even higher. He had no words left, no words to deny what they both knew he wanted. Words could not deny what his body was screaming he wanted, he needed. This were saving for later, Jim murmured, drawing a small leather harness from his own back pocket, and quickly snapping it snugly around Blairs cock and scrotum. Blair whimpered, thrusting into Jims fingers. The cock ring served to emphasize the tightness, the heavy throbbing in Blairs cock, making his whole organ painfully sensitive, spiking the fire already burning through his veins to a fever pitch. Jim stood. Pulling a leather collar from his other pocket, he buckled it around Blairs neck, pulling his long curls free, and smoothing them down his back. Hooking his finger through the D-ring in the collar, he tugged Blair forward. Follow me. Ignoring the groceries tumbled across the floor, they moved farther into the room, to where a tall stool stood alone, a folded towel on its backless seat. Opening his mouth to question, Blairs eyes were drawn to a small ball that Jim tossed in the air. A soft jingle echoed through the loft as he caught it again. Open wide, Jim grinned, pushing the ball between Blairs lips. Thats gonna serve as your safe word. Its got holes, so you wont have any problem breathing, and if you drop it, then were done. He wrapped his fingers around Blairs bound cock, sliding them just once, up and down the length of it. So youd better not drop it, right? Blair moaned around the ball, nodding his head wildly as he tried unsuccessfully to push his cock back through Jims fingers. Jim pushed Blair toward the stool, forcing his chest down onto the towel. In a matter of minutes, Jim had Blairs ankles secured apart to opposite stool legs, with a long leash fastened to his collar and tied down to the lower rung of the stool, his wrists still securely handcuffed behind him. Admiring his handiwork, Jim smoothed a hand along Blairs flank, adjusting his position slightly. Blair groaned, positioned as he was, his ass was waving an open invitation to anyone who came along. Did Jim realise what he was doing? Was he planning to do what Blair had only fantasized about? The possibility sent thundering waves of arousal washing through his body, all centering on his cock. Ohgodpleasepleaseplease. Jim stepped over to the end table and Blair noticed for the first time the mouth-watering array of suede straps and floggers laying there. Ohgodohdod. He whimpered, shifting in his bonds. Its really going to happen. He could feel the moisture pearling at the tip of his cock. Jim inhaled deeply, turning a sharp eye on Blair. Jesus, Sandburg, he growled, rubbing his hand against the growing bulge in his own jeans, the pheromones are pouring off you like Niagara Falls. Jim moved closer and Blair closed his eyes. He felt one strong, warm hand settle on his back and his breath held in eager anticipation. Any moment now... its going to.... SMACK! An explosion of force and fire bloomed across his left cheek, the weight and heat of Jims hand emblazoned on his skin. Bare hands. Ohgod. Jims. Bare. Hand. SMACK! Another explosion. More fire. Blair barely had time to catch his breath. Lost in a swirling vortex of fantasy merging with, and paling in comparison to, the reality of Jims hand working over his ass in a series of strokes, varying in target and intensity, the heat in his ass banking to a steady red haze. He grunted around the ball in his mouth, each blow forcing an explosion of breath from his lungs as he lifted his ass, squirming to meet every new wallop. The blows stopped as Jim stepped away. Blair sucked in a deep breath, the heat in his ass easing, spreading to neighbouring body parts. The throbbing adjusting to the increasing beat, his ass and cock pulsing in time with each other. Without warning, another strike fell, this time a wide leather strap, as Jim started a fresh series of blows, reddening Blairs ass even further. Blair gasped and jerked in his bonds, each thudding blow of the strap vibrating up his spine. Do you think youll remember yet, Sandburg? Jim growled. Remember whose ass this is? Several more blows punctuated the end of the question before soothing hands smoothed over the abused flesh, easing, massaging. Blair whimpered, clenching his jaws around the ball while nodding his head frantically. God yes, Jim! Its yours, anytime you want it. Again, Jim stepped back. The fire tempered into a deep throbbing pleasure, combining with the aching need in his cock, leaving Blair hot. Hot and desperate. He knew Jim must feel the heat radiating off his reddened flesh, hoped Jim would be aching to sink his cock into that heat, to ease the raging need burning through Blairs entire body. Another blow, this time the stinging strike of a multi-tailed flogger, and Blair writhed, moaning as a fresh fire throbbed through him. Hed never been so deep, so burning up with pain and desire, combined together into an aching, throbbing, desperate need. Never met anyone who could play his body so well, bring him to the bright, aching brink of climax, and let it fall away, easing him ever closer and closer until he thought he would go mad with the need to tumble over. Sandburg. The blows had stopped again. Jim was standing in front of him, lifting his chin with one hand, fondling his own massive erection, extending out of his opened jeans, in the other. You can drop the ball now, Chief. Blair let the ball drop into Jims hand, flexing his jaw slightly to ease its ache. Jim, he rasped, swallowing heavily to try ease his cotton mouth. Ready for this? Jim waved his cock in front of Blairs nose. Suddenly, lack of moisture in his mouth was not a problem. Blair was salivating with the desire to draw that heavy organ into his mouth, to lick and savour it like an all day sucker. Jim, please, closer, he whined, stretching his neck, extending his tongue in an attempt to reach the cock, just teasingly out of his reach. Jim arched his hips, swiping his leaking cock just once across Blairs lips before shaking a finger in front of the younger mans nose. Sorry, he grinned, as he eased a condom over the purpled tip, but this ones for your ass. Jim moved out of his line of sight while Blair concentrated on licking his lips, cleaning off every bit of Jims essence that he could, savouring the tangy taste. He heard the soft click of a tube of lube popping open, and then slick fingers were sliding along his cleft, pressing against the tiny opening there. He groaned, pushing back against Jims fingers. Jesus, yes, Jim! Fuck me. Fuck me now! Whose ass is this? Jim asked, nudging his fingers deeper, rubbing against Blairs prostate. Yours! Blair wailed, arching into the pressure, needing more. Always yours, Jim. Please! Jim tangled a possessive grip in Blairs hair with one hand, centering his slicked erection with the other. Damn right it is, he ground out, pushing forward into Blairs tight heat. Blair hissed, Yesssssss, grinding back against the pressure. Jims cock felt huge, massive, pushing its way in, stretching flesh already throbbing with the burn of its recent abuse. More, Jim, harder. Jim pulled back and bucked forward, pounding into the haven of heat, spiralling upward into the heady rush of fucking Blair, grounding himself with the squeals and gasps of pleasure assaulting his hearing. yes, yes, yes, ohgod, ohJim, ohyes, Blair couldnt stop the words from tumbling forth, punctuating each thrust as Jim drove him higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. Jim arched over Blair, grinding his cock against Blairs prostate, leaning close to inhale the heady scent of Blairs almost satisfaction. Blair groaned, so close. So close. He felt Jims breath on his ear, a low growl of mine and Jim shuddered, his teeth clamping down onto Blairs shoulder as his hips began pistoning uncontrollably in and out and he shot his climax, jet after jet, deep inside Blair. Jim! It was enough to send Blair careening over the edge into sensual oblivion. When awareness returned, Blair found himself settled nude across Jims lap, gentle hands soothing cooling cream into his ass. He shifted, taking stock. Naked in Jims lap. Incredible burning radiating from his ass. A deep ache, the likes of which he hadnt felt in years... maybe ever. jim? it was barely as whisper, but he knew his Sentinel would hear. The soothing hands hesitated a mere moment, then continued their long, gentle strokes. Yeah, Chief? Pinch me. What? Pinch me, Jim. Another, longer, hesitation, then a sharp twinge, in the crease of his thigh and ass. He yelped, rolling over in Jims lap, bracing himself with one hand on the couch, the other hanging onto Jims shoulder. It wasnt a dream? Jim sighed, looking anywhere but at his partner. Would you rather it was? Blair cocked his head to the side. I thought you were taking whats yours? Making sure Id never forget it? Blair, Jim hesitated. Too late, Blair grinned. No refunds, no returns. You took me. Youre stuck with me now. He shifted in Jims lap, rubbing sinuously against the bigger man. Of course, theres no telling how often you might have to remind me. Reiterate your claim. You know me, the absent-minded professor. Jim grinned back. Mine, he growled, curling his fingers around his partners tempting ass, pulling Blair into a deep kiss.
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