The Compromise

Carefully aiming the gun at the target, in an effort to demonstrate the proper procedure, the detective pulled the trigger six times. Popping out the clip, the officer spoke. "See, Chief, that's all there is to it." Slapping in a new clip, he handed the gun over to his partner. "Now you try it."

"Look Jim, we've already been through this. How many more lessons are you going to make me take? I know how to use a gun - you've made sure of that. End of story. I'm leaving now." The younger man removed his protective earphones, hung them on the wall, and started to walk away.

Jim reached out, grabbing his partner's arm. "Stop right there, Sandburg. You are not leaving, and you are going to do this."

"Why?" Looking his friend in the eyes, waiting for the argument.

"Because I said so."

"Because you said so?" The young man asked incredulously, then chuckled. "You have to come up with a better argument than that, man." Crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall, and crossing one ankle over the other, creating a position that screamed 'I am in control', the younger man asked, "What's in it for me?"

Beginning to be exasperated by the younger man, Jim replied tersely, "Just do it, Sandburg. Practice your accuracy, and make me a happy man."

"No."

"No?" Now it was the older man's turn to be incredulous.

Inwardly smiling at the way he was undoing the other man, Blair shook his head. "No. I'm happy with my abilities at the moment."

Rubbing his eyes, and feeling weary, Jim responded, "It's for you own good, Chief."

"No, its for your peace of mind. I'll do it, but only if I get something in return."

Bracing himself, the detective asked, "What?"

Blair remained in the same position, but his eyes raked over the other man. The two men had flirted, teased, and danced around each other for months, each noticing the signs of desire in the other, but neither making the first move. "If I do this, you're mine for the weekend - to do with as I please."

Watching his Sentinel, the guide noticed the subtle shifts in the emotions being displayed across the chiseled features, practically reading the thoughts drifting through the other's mind. Grinding jaw -
'I can't believe he's doing this,' slight irritation to the eyes - 'he probably wants to do tests,' surprise to the eyes - 'what if he wants more?,' passion to the eyes - 'gawd, I hope he wants more.'

Smiling again to himself, Blair knew he would get what he wanted.

"All right, in 4 days, I'm yours." It was said stoically, but Blair knew better, Jim anticipated what lay ahead as much as himself.

Blair moved forward, put the headphones back on, took Jim's gun, and nonchalantly fired 8 shots. Handing the gun back, he asked, "Satisfied?"

Jim was stunned. Blair had shot one to the targets head, six to the chest, and one to the groin. Flinching at the last shot, Jim muttered, "I think I've been had."

Walking by the larger man, Blair dragged his hand across the ass of the other, paying particular care to run a finger up and down the seam. "Not yet, man, but don't worry, you will be," giving the firm mounds a pat before walking off.

*******

It had been four days. Four *agonizing* days of Blair leering at Jim, of Jim becoming more nervous with each smirk that crossed the younger man's face. Four days of not knowing what to expect. Four days that came to an end the next time he crossed the threshold of the loft. With this in mind, the detective closed the case file, and turned to his companion.

Blair sat in front of the computer, absorbed in his search. Slowly he became aware of the scrutiny he was under and smiled. "You'll find out soon enough, man, don't sweat it." With a sideways leer, Blair laughed at the nervous look on Jim's face.

"Well, I've had enough for the day, let's go."

Before Jim could blink, Blair had the computer shut down, and grabbing for his jacket.

"Are you going to tell me what you have planned?"

Laughing, Blair replied, "No way, you'll find out soon enough."

The two men stepped on the elevator, and rode all the way down alone. Taking full advantage of the privacy, Blair began his weekend early by gliding his hand over the other's ass, chuckling at the gasp that escaped Jim's mouth. "I will say this, I am so hyped about this weekend."

Jim groaned.

Removing his hand, and becoming serious, Blair asked, "Um, Jim, you are okay about this, aren't you? I'd hate to think I'm forcing you into something you don't want to do."

Gulping, the older man looked at his friend, considering the question. The elevator reached the garage, and Jim walked towards the truck, Blair close on his heals.

Once they were both in the truck, Jim looked at Blair. "Yeah, I'm fine with this. It's just the not knowing that's getting to me." He smiled, and chuckled, "I hate not having control."

Blair laughed, his friend was making jokes, he would be okay.

With a new sense of enthusiasm, Blair rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Great, now let's get home. I have a pleasure slave to break in."

By the time they reached the loft, the younger man was practically radiating excitement, and the older man had to admit it to himself, so was he.

Reaching the key for the door, Jim's hand shook. Blair placing his hands possessively on Jim's ass didn't help the situation.

Once in the door, Blair stopped Jim's movement by placing a hand on his arm. Pulling the larger man back to him, he looked in Jim's eyes. Seeing what he wanted, he reached up, and brought the other man's lips to his, and teased them with his tongue. Smiling at the moan he received, he ordered, "Take off your clothes."

Hesitating at first, Jim slowly removed everything until he was standing before Blair in only his boxers.

"Everything Jim. I want you bare, so that I can begin my weekend properly." The feral gleam in his eyes ignited the desires in the detective even more.

The younger man admired the object of his desire. Reaching for the oil that he had left on the door side table, he began massaging the other man, thoroughly rubbing his hands over the sculpted body, and rubbing the oil in. He began with the left hand, and worked his way up the arm, and then did the right. He next worked on the back, slowly moving down, paying special attention to the two mounds that fit so well in his hands. When he finished the well toned legs, he started on the chest.

Jim stood stoically, with his eyes closed. He could not watch Blair working on his body. He was aroused to the point of distraction. His arousal had passed painful before the boxers had come off. Now it was excruciating. He wanted Blair to touch his cock so much, but he knew that if his partner did, he would lose what little control he had.

As the student reached the taut nipples, the detective gasped. He hadn't thought he could become harder, but he was wrong.

Continuing his path downward, Blair had completely oiled the perfect body before him, except for one little area that wasn't exactly looking so little at the moment.

Oiling his hands generously, he reached out to the throbbing cock, running his hand up and down it twice before the body attached to it began twitching and jerking. Jim howled and screamed Blair's name, coming with incredible force, then sank slowly to the floor.

"Enjoy that, Big Guy?" The smug look irritated Jim, but he was to sated to care.

"That . . . that was intense."

"Well, don't get comfortable. You still have to pleasure me."

Jim looked up and saw the straining material in the front of Blair's pants. "Want me to take care of that?"

Happy to see that the older man was getting into this, Blair nodded.

Carefully getting onto his knees in front of his partner, Jim reached up and carefully worked the button and zipper open. Pulling the pants and boxers down, he moved closer to the cock that was looking him in the eye. Licking his lips, he ran his tongue over the crown, paying particular attention to the oozing slit, lapping the precum up. Circling his lips, he enveloped the cock with his mouth, and began the bobbing pattern that would bring his friend to completion.

After having an orgasm that could not be compared to any before, Blair collapsed into Jim's waiting arms.

"Oh man, I knew I would enjoy that, but . . . wow, man, that was incredible."

Thinking his job was done, Jim began to get up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Puzzled, Jim responded, "To go take a shower, then the sofa to watch some TV."

"I don't think so. Do I have to repeat myself. *You are mine - for the weekend.* Now, pick me up, and carry me to the sofa." By the tone of his voice, and the stern look to his eyes, Jim knew not to argue.

Carefully picking up the boneless bundle, Jim gracefully carried the younger man to the sofa, and gently set him down.

Blair stretched, much like a cat, then settled into the sofa. Looking at the other man, and smiling, "I'm hungry. Fix me a sandwich. Peanut butter, alfalfa sprout, and honey, I think."

"Can I get dressed first?"

"Nope, I like what I see, just the way it is." That feral gleam was back, and it turned Jim on.

Heading to the kitchen, the Sentinel pulled out all the needed materials to make the ordered meal. He was so lost in his own thoughts, that he had not sensed his Guide moving up behind him, until fingers were lightly brushing over his skin, and lips pressing against the center of his back. A hand reached around him, and a finger dipped into the honey jar.

With his honey coated finger, Blair began to trace along the body he had admired for so long, running it along the shoulder blades. Satisfied with what he had done, he began to lick the gooey substance from its palette. Enjoying what he had done, he turned the body around, and repeated the process on the rib cage and nipples, pleased to see Jim become hard once again.

Sticking his finger into the honey again, he dribbled it onto the hardened member. Once the cock was satisfactorily covered in honey, Blair brought the coated finger to his mouth and began sucking, drawing a groan from Jim.

Dropping to his knees, Blair began to tenderly lick at the honey covered cock, drawing the tip of his tongue along the swollen length. Holding Jim's thighs against the cabinets, he began to swirl his tongue around the cock, and down to the sacks. Moving back to the erection, he kissed the tip, then shocked Jim when he engulfed it, creating a suction, releasing it, then deep throating him, tightening his throat muscles on the head. The new sensation was too much, and Jim released his second load within an hour.

"Shit, Chief. I haven't done that since I was in college. You're going to tire this old body out, if you keep this up."

"Won't happen, man. You're in too good a shape, and I intend to take full advantage of it."

Taking the detective's hand, the student led the way to the bathroom. "Skip the sandwich. I want to clean you, and take you to bed."

Blair carefully set the water for the temperature he wanted, and then ordered Jim to remove his clothes, which the older man did enthusiastically. When both men were completely naked, they entered the shower.

Jim began with Blair's hair. A hidden fantasy of his, he gently lathered the mop of curls, enjoying the feel against his hands. When the hair was rinsed clean, he lathered his hands and began the ministration of the younger man's body. Carefully, he cleaned his arms, chest and back. Getting on his knees, he continued with the legs. Satisfied with the cleanliness of the rest of the body, he worked on the genitalia, ensuring that it was clean.

When he was finished with the rest of the body, he moved to the puckered opening in back. Running his soapy fingers over the area several times, he then ran water on it. Mesmerized by the way the area reacted, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along it. The essence of Blair exploded in his mouth, and he had to have more. Returning his tongue, he explored the area more thoroughly, rimming the entrance. Encouraged by the moans the action received, he moved his tongue to the opening, and worked it in, pleased that the opening relaxed, allowing him entrance. The taste was strong and enjoyable, that he kept thrusting in, trying to achieve a greater depth, completely tongue fucking the younger man like a pro. Before long, Blair clamped down on the tongue, as his body achieved it's second orgasm for the night.

Jim held the pliant body, moving it carefully from the shower. After quickly scrubbing and rinsing his own body, Jim turned the shower off, and returned to his young partner. He dried the beautiful body with a fluffy towel, then wrapped it.

Blair was barely awake, and allowed Jim to pick him up, and carry him to the bed upstairs. After being nestled under the covers, Jim joined him and wrapped himself around the student, instantly following him asleep.

Blair woke with a feeling of utter contentment. He was in the bed he wanted to be in, wrapped in the arms he wanted around him.

"Good morning. I was wondering when you would wake." There was a sense of joy and happiness in Jim's voice.

"Man, you wore me out last night. Where did you learn to do that."

"Just natural, I guess." Blair had to laugh at the sound of smugness that came through. "Now, what's in store for today?"

"Humm, well, I have to grade some papers, and, I think that the house could use some cleaning."

The look on Jim's face was priceless, totally incredulous.

"I'm yours for the weekend, and you want to grade papers and have me clean."

"Yep." Blair smiled then leaned up to kiss his lover.

"And, before we get started for the day, let me go get your uniform." Blair jumped from the bed and ran down stairs. As stunned as he was, Jim didn't miss the opportunity to study the form running down the stairs with no clothes on. Blair returned with a piece of leather that resembled an elongated hand towel.

"Come on Jim, out of bed. I want to get this on you." The enthusiasm that rolled off of Blair was addictive, and Jim climbed out of the bed to have Blair fasten on his uniform.

"This looks likes something out of a Kirk Douglas or Charlton Heston movie."

"Yeah, it's great, isn't it?" Blair allowed his eyes to eat the man up in front of him.

Jim approached him to take possession. Blair stepped away. "Well, time to start working." With that said, the student turned, and darted downstairs. After dressing, he settled onto the sofa with said papers.

Jim stared after him, then followed. When he reached the bottom, he began the cleaning as he had been told to, throwing himself into it to stifle the frustration he was feeling. After an hour, he noticed that his *master* was watching him. Once, when he bent down, he could hear the heart rate increasing. So, doing a test of his own, he bent over once more. Again, the heart rate increased. Smiling to himself, he began to bend over often, making sure that Blair had a clear view from the back whenever possible.

Blair couldn't take it anymore. The man was teasing him. Constantly bending over, with his legs spread just so far, giving him a view of that firm ass, those perfect balls, that enticing cock, and that intoxicating hole that he wanted to explore so much. Blair loved it.

Getting up, the younger man stood behind Jim, and moved his hands up under the leather, and rested them on the firm mounds, gently squeezing, and massaging them.

Jim stayed bent over, letting his friend enjoy himself. Then he felt the probing finger that ran the length of his crack, tickling his opening, before the hand moved to cup his balls. It gently rolled his balls, while the other hand snaked around, grasping his cock. He felt
lips and teeth begin to work on the muscles of his back, and neck. Jim turned his head and found the teasing mouth. Blair pillaged his mouth with a ferocity that blew his mind away, and put him into a sort of zone.

When he became aware of his surroundings again, Jim found himself lying on the sofa, his *uniform* removed, and a very naked Blair on top, humping him, while leaving love marks on his neck and shoulders. //That's it, I've died and gone to heaven.//

Blair was gliding their cocks together, reveling in the delicious friction. His mouth worked it's way across the older man's collar bone, leaving marks where he had bitten and sucked. Moving down, he attached his mouth to one of the sensitive nipples. The sensation was more than Jim could handle, and he came between their stomachs. The feel of Jim's semen was all Blair needed. With a yell, his come joined his partner's. After climaxing, he collapsed into the welcoming embrace of Jim's arms, and both drifted to sleep.

Blair woke several hours later to find that he had been cleaned and a blanket pulled over him. When he looked around, he found Jim in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Hey, welcome to the living." The smile on Jim's face melted Blair's heart. //If only this was for more than a weekend.//

"Hey yourself. What are you fixing?"

"Nothing fancy, just some spaghetti, Italian bread, a little wine." Jim walked around from behind the kitchen island, and Blair felt himself becoming instantly hard again, because the older man was fixing dinner in the nude, with the exception of that silly apron he liked to wear.

Jim chuckled, looking over at his partner. "Man, don't you ever get enough, I'm an old man."

Blair had the graciousness of blushing for an instant before replying, "Nope, I still have a little over 24 hours left, and I want to get as much out of you as I can."

The other man shook his head while smiling to himself. "Well, we better eat then, if we're going to have any energy."

When the meal was completed, Jim cleared the table, and rinsed off the dishes, before returning to his partner. Holding out his hand, he asked, "And what is your pleasure now?"

With a wicked smile, Blair responded, "You know, there's a movie on tonight that I've been wanting to see for some time, so, let's go over to the sofa and snuggle down to watch it." Laughing at the strange look on Jim's face. "When it's finished, I want you to take me upstairs, and see where it goes." Winking, he led Jim to the sofa, and settled the two of them in for the evening.

Several hours later, the two men went up the stairs, and Blair pulled Jim down to the bed, kissed him, and whispered into his ear, "Make love to me."

Without missing a beat, Jim began an exploration of Blair's body with his hands and tongue. When he reached the engorged cock, he circled the head with the tip of his tongue, before dragging it across the crown, filling his mouth with the flavor of his guide's essence. He then ran his tongue down the shaft to the ball sack, taking each into his mouth, gently sucking on them before releasing them. Returning to the cock, he circled his mouth around it, lowering his head down, until he felt the tip at the back of his throat, Bobbing his head up and down the shaft a couple of times, he proceeded to deep throat the organ, closing his throat muscles on the head, and humming lightly. The experience was more than Blair could take, as his balls tightened up, his cock swelled, and he came down Jim's throat.

Jim drank all of Blair's essence, and released the flaccid member from his mouth. He moved down to Blair's anus, and proceeded to probe the opening with his tongue. When he was satisfied with the looseness of the hole, he grabbed the lube from the table that his partner had provided earlier, adjusted the younger man's legs, and lubed up several of his fingers to ensure that Blair was ready for him. Once satisfied, he coated his cock, and slowly entered Blair. When he felt the pop that occurred when the head was in, he waited to allow the younger man time to adjust, then slowly pushed all the way in. Again, he waited until he felt his partner begin to push his hips up. He slowly pulled out, until just the head was in, and then pushed back in. He continued this maddeningly slow process, until Blair became more demanding.

"Jim, this is nice, and everything, but god, would you just start fucking me already." The look of passion-filled determination on his guide's face was all that he needed. Jim increased the pace with a forceful thrust, occasionally hitting the prostrate, which elicited appropriate moans and screams from his partner. Blair became even more active, wrapping his legs around the older man's waist, and meeting his thrusts halfway. Moving his hand, the sentinel grabbed Blair's newly inflated cock, and started to stroke it in the rhythm of his fucking, altering the pace every time his lover came close to orgasm, prolonging the experience for both of them.

Finally, when passion overrided his control, Jim began diving into his partner like an animal, even producing a low growl from deep inside his throat. Blair screamed Jim's name as he came, clenching his muscles on that part of Jim that made them one. The growl became a roar, as he released his desire into the sated body below him.

Once spent, Jim pulled from the other body, hating the feel of disconnection, and collapsed to the side, as to not crush the person that meant more to him than his own life.

"Wow, where did you learn to do that?"

"Trade secret, if I told you, I'd have to kill you." Jim laughed when he heard Blair join in with the final part of the sentence.

"Where ever it was, man, I'm eternally grateful. That was . . . words escape me."

"There's a first for everything." Smiling as Blair hit him with a pillow, Jim reached over and grabbed the wipes off the bedside table. "You sure you weren't a boyscout?"

"Nope, just lived with an anal cop who likes to be prepared."

After cleaning them both off, the two men spooned together, with Jim wrapping his arms around the other, and fell asleep.

Waking late the next morning, Blair stretched and noticed that he had awakened yet again with Jim gone. Climbing to his knees, he looked over the banister. On the sofa sat Jim, wearing very well worn jeans, no shirt, and reading the paper.

"How long have you been up?"

Jim smiled at his young lover, then creased his mouth down in consideration. "About an hour, I guess. I have the makings for a Sunday brunch all set up, so why don't you shower, and I'll get it started."

"Now I know I've died and gone to Heaven."

"I don't think so, Chief, cause you get to do all the meals for the rest of the week."

Blair pouted for a moment, then chuckled. "I guess I can swing that." Climbing out of bed, he gingerly walked down the stairs, and across the main floor.

Observing the progression of his partner, Jim sobered up. "You okay, Chief?" The worry was clear in his tone.

"I'm fine, just feeling the effects of last night. I think I'll be remembering it for a week. But gawd, it was worth it." Blair flashed a brilliant smile to the other man before walking into the bathroom.

As promised, Jim fixed brunch, filled with Blair's favorites, seeing that he filled the anthropologist pleasures as best he could.

Most of the day was spent cuddling, fondling, kissing, and occasionally groping, but nothing more. Jim was slightly tenuous with his exploration, unwilling to cause his lover anymore discomfort.

As evening approached, the older man led his young friend upstairs, and placed the naked form in the center of the bed, on a towel. Producing the oil that Blair had used on him that first night, Jim began a sensual massage of the other's body. When he completed the back, he had Blair turn over, and proceeded to work on the front. As he worked on the chest, he was straddled over the waist, occasionally 'bumping' Blair's cock into the crack of his ass. Then he started a motion where the cock would rub up against it, spreading his legs further to allow the cock further access to his crack. Blair was starting to move his head side to side as he moaned.

When Jim finished the rest of the body, he moved to the cock, fully oiling the organ down.

Blair's eyes were closed, unable to watch what the other was doing, until he felt the most fantastic feeling. Opening his eyes, he saw Jim lowering himself onto his cock. The concentration on the older man's face was intense, moving from pain to pleasure as his body adjusted to fit around Blair's cock, allowing himself to be filled. Once his ass was resting on Blair's balls, he hesitated, fully adjusting. Once he was ready he looked at Blair's face.

Once their eyes met, Jim began to lift himself off of the other man, then sank back down. Slowly, Blair joined in the ritual, thrusting up to meet Jim, and stroking the protruding cock. As their dance increased it's pace, Jim adjusted his angle, causing the younger man's cock to hit his prostrate. Jim shouted, and came, clamping down on the cock impaled in him, drawing a similar reaction from Blair.

Hearing his name called, Jim opened his eyes, realizing that he had collapsed on top of his lover. Pulling himself off of Blair, grimacing at the loss, he laid down next to the younger man, smiling when he felt the cloth cleaning him.

"I love you, Blair"

"I love you, too."

As he drifted to sleep, he felt the other man curl up to his side. Secured in the knowledge that they were now partners for life, Jim slipped into a comfortable sleep. Blair had indeed made him a happy man.

The End

Notes: This is for the the pushy broad (known to most of you as Pumpkin) who lived up to her nickname. Thanks for your determination. If you guys don't like it, blame her <eg>. I also want to thank her for betaing it for me. Hope I hit all of yours (and Shelley's) buttons with this.

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