by heidi
 

"Hmmm . . . Okay. . .  Thanks"  Closing his cellular phone, Jim turned to look at his bundled partner.

"Well, it's official, Chief.  We have no power, and won't for at least 24 hours.  The storm has knocked down the power and phone lines.  It's a good thing the batteries to the cellulars are charged."  The frown covering Jim's face softened when he heard Blair sigh.  "But, at least we have gas, so we can still cook, and, we have plenty of wood, so we should be able to stay warm."

"Man, this really sucks.  I'm already cold, and it's only going to get worse."  The younger man replied, doing a very good job of scowling.

Sighing also, Jim looked at his partner closely.  He noticed a slight shiver running through the other man.  "Why don't you put some more wood on the fire, and I'll fix something to eat."

Nodding in agreement, Blair unbundled himself, and started to work on the fire.

When Jim finished heating the soup, and grilling the sandwiches, he joined his companion in front of the fire.  "Here, maybe this will warm you up from the inside."

"I hope so, 'cause I feel chilled to the bone."  Blair proceeded to attack his soup with a vengeance.

"Better?"

"Yeah, better.  But I'm still chilled."

Jim collected the dishes, took them to the kitchen, rinsing them off. Returning to the fire, he settled on the sofa that they put near the fireplace, and wrapped a blanket around himself.

Staring at the younger man, Jim considered how to help his friend. "Blair, come here and sit between my legs."

"What?"  Blair swung his head to look at the older man.

Rolling his eyes, Jim grinned.  "Look Frosty, you're cold, and not warming up very fast.  I'm a perfectly good 98 degree blanket that can be draped over your back.  Now, get over here."

Before the offer could be reneged, Blair unwrapped himself and was sitting between Jim's legs, burrowing himself into the older man's warmth.  Jim carefully bundled them up.

"Is it working?"

"Yeah, I'm finally starting to feel human again.  Thanks Jim."

"No problem."

The evening proceeded in pleasant conversation. A couple of hours later, the two men separated for their respective beds.

Jim lay awake, listening to the movements and mutterings below him. Since separating, Blair had put on several layers of sweats, and dug out every blanket he could find.  The kid was still cold.  Deciding to take things into his own hands, Jim climbed out of bed, and went down stairs.

Hearing the noise outside of his doorway, Blair emerged from his room to find Jim moving the furniture.

"What are you doing?"  Confusion clearly written in his voice.

"I'm moving the furniture so that I can bring my mattress downstairs."

"Why?"

Stopping him movement, Jim looked over his shoulder at his partner.  "So that I can put it relatively near the fire, and then maybe the two of us can actually get some sleep."

Exasperated, Blair replied, "Well, that's fine for you, but what about me, in that cold little room?"

Sighing heavily, Jim looked at Blair once again.  "I thought we would *share* my bed."

Curving his mouth into an O, Blair nodded his head in understanding. "What should I do?"

"Help me move the mattress."

After some effort, which nearly warmed Blair up, the bed was made up in front of the fire.  Climbing in, Jim held up the top sheet, multiple blankets, and the comforter for his shivering friend.  Slowly, Blair joined him, and got comfortable.  Once Blair was settled, the older man shaped himself around the younger man, to provide extra warmth.

Blair sighed a contented sigh, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the situation.  Everything suddenly felt right in the world.  He was finally where he belonged:  in Jim's bed, and in Jim's arms.  The idea also aroused him.

Flowing with the feeling, he began to shift his hips, trying to obtain closer contact to the man behind him.  What he discovered both surprised, and pleased him.  Jim had also become aroused by the close proximity.  Smiling a devilish smile, Blair began to rock his hips so that the crack of his overly covered ass would stroke his partners cock.

Jim groaned, and asked with a gravely voice, "What the hell are you doing, Sandburg?"

Blair rolled over, swinging an arm and leg over Jim's side, bringing their chests, and groins together.  "What do you think I'm doing?" Slowly, he began the rocking motion again, adding substance to the
situation.

Unconsciously, Jim also began to thrust his hips in time with his partner.  Studying Blair's face, he could see the same passion in the other's eyes, that he felt in his heart.  Taking a chance, he brought
their mouths together for a tender, chaste, kiss, that quickly blossomed into something much more passionate.

With a final thrust, Blair came, causing the Sentinel to follow.

"Wow, that was intense."

"No argument from me."  Jim climbed out of the bed, and warmed some water up, so that he could properly clean them both.

Blair watched him, with a certain amount of trepidation, afraid of what Jim might do next.  He had enjoyed what had just happened, and he didn't want it to stop.

Climbing back into the bed, and spooning himself around lover once again, Jim sighed into Blair's hair.  "Now that we're going to be bed companions, I guess you won't be complaining about the cold anymore."

The End

Notes: This is my snippit payment to SummerRain and Wanda.  Hope this does the job, girls. :)  This is also a reply to the "get them into bed challenge."  My first challenge response, so bare with me. <snerk>  As usual, all comments are welcome.

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