by heidi

Both men were exhausted and ready to go home.

The day had been long; the week had been long; the month had been long, and they were glad it was all over.

A little over a month ago they had discovered their mutual attraction to each other.  Neither had been sure how to approach this new aspect of their relationship, and had been taking tentative baby steps to becoming closer.  Just when they were becoming comfortable with each other, they were handed a particularly gruesome murder case, which instantly cooled their mutual ardor.  All they had managed since then was a little cuddle on the sofa at the end of the hectic days.

Today, they solved the murder, arresting the perpetrator in the late morning, and spending the rest of the day questioning him and then doing the paperwork.  Now all there was left was for Ellison's signature to be put on the forms, which Sandburg was currently doing, and then they could be off.

Observing that the bullpen was surprisingly busy for so late in the day, the detective smiled at the idea of going home and getting away from all this bustling activity, and the accompanying noise.  Looking at the younger man, he whispered, "What do you have planned for the evening, Chief?"

Blair closed the folder with a flourish of finality, "Actually, I was
thinking of maybe watching some TV.  I recorded the season finales to the X-Files and Voyager."  In a quiet, husky voice that only his partner could hear, he added, "and maybe we can snuggle and make out some."

The older man had to smile.  He was exhausted, but he couldn't think of anything he would rather do than spend the evening, watching the tube, cuddled with his love.

As Jim reached for their coats, they heard Simon call from his office, "Ellison, Sandburg, where do think you're going?"

Surprised by the question, the detective responded, "Home."

Signaling that they should follow him into his office, Simon pointed his cigar at Jim, stating, "I don't think so."

Sighing, Jim asked, "Why not sir?  The case is solved, Sandburg just completed the paperwork.  So, we're going home."

"No, you're not.  Have you two forgotten that the Taliesin concert is tonight?"

"Taliesin, sir?"  Jim was truly confused, and just a little irritated.

"Sandburg, I thought you were going to tell Jim about this."  Simon scowled at the younger man.

Blair shrugged.  "Aah, sorry Simon.  We got involved with this case, and it slipped my mind."

Frowning, Simon turned to the detective.  "There is this rock star,
Taliesin. . ." unable to finish his statement, because Blair jumped in.

"Taliesin is major Jim.  He's only had a couple of CDs, but they have been chart busters, although I haven't bought any of them yet, but he is good.  I like several of his songs.  Anyway, his concerts are the thing right now, selling out in record time, just like Janet Jackson, or Garth Brooks.  He sold out here in an hour's time, if I remember correctly. Anyway . . . "  This time Simon cut Blair off.

"Anyway, at every venue that Taliesin plays at, he reserves the best suites, if the arenas have them, or 20 of the best floor seats.  He then gives the tickets to the local police, as a sort of 'thanks for the good effort' type thing."  Jim starred at his captain, waiting to see where this was all going.  "The point is, we have a ticket for you and Sandburg."

"That's an admirable thing he is doing, Simon, but we're exhausted, and the shift is over.  My point is, I'm not going."  Turning for the door, he was stopped by Simon's voice.

"You have to go, Jim."  Simon hesitated, waiting for Jim to respond. When the detective stopped moving, he continued.  "He's specifically requested you."

Facing his captain, again, "And why would that be?"

"Remember the Thompson kidnapping?  Well, Taliesin is Billy Thompson's uncle, and he wants to thank you personally.  The Mayor says that you are ordered to go, probably as PR.  Whatever the case, I'm asking, Jim."

The detective stood there, muscles tensed, jaw clenched.  He was a contrast to the surprisingly quiet Sandburg, who seemed to be re-energized by the idea of going to the concert, and meeting the rock star.

Accepting the idea of going, he relaxed.  "Okay, I'll go."

Simon smiled, dismissively looking down at some papers on his desk, "Good, we'll be leaving in fifteen minutes."  With that, the two men left the office.

****

Blair walked into the suite, eyes wide with wonder, much like a child walking into a candy shoppe for the first time, wanting to be sure to see all, and file it away in a treasured part of his memory.

Immediately to the right of the door was the restroom.  Compared to the general seating of the arena, which had only four sets of large restrooms off of the two main concourse, each suite had a private facility.  Beyond the restroom, around the corner was a wet bar, fully loaded for the officers' enjoyment. To the side of the room were several tables covered with a  multitude of foods that beckoned the student to come and sample.  In the center of the room was a round coffee table,
with several plush chairs surrounding it.  At the front of the suite
were three comfortably spaced rows of cushioned seats, 20 total, all with a clear view of the stage.

With the exception of Jim, all the officers in the suite seemed excited to be there, and after ravaging the buffet, quickly settled into the seats, leaving the two seats at the end of the back row for Jim and Blair.

Shortly after their arrival, the lights dimmed, and one of the local
radio DJs announced upcoming engagements, then introduced the opening act.

Blair, who was sitting between Jim and Brown, was having the time of his life.  While his partner was on the verge of falling asleep, he and Brown were dancing.

By the time intermission arrived, Jim was sound asleep, much to the amusement of all who were there, though none could blame him, knowing how hard he had been working to solve the murder.  What none could figure was how he had actually managed his current state with all the noise, but Blair guessed his partner had turned his hearing down to a minimal level.

The officers enjoyed the buffet and bar some more, and watched the roadies change the stage set-up, waiting for the main event to begin. The wait was not long, and the lights were dimmed again.

Taliesin came on stage exuding presence.  Unlike most singers, who just sang or played guitar, Taliesin played the bass, so most of his songs were strongly rhythm oriented.  And like his legendary namesake, his songs were complex stories, not repeated choruses.  Blair imagined that the man would be a fascinating person to study, if he had the time.

The music played with a primal intensity, that seeped into Jim's skin, down to his bones, bringing him fully awake, and totally aroused.  With each song, the sentinel felt himself becoming more alive, and more hungry, leading him to open his senses to what was around him. He wanted more.

Increasing his hearing, Jim could tell that his guide's heart was
beating in time to the music, and the sound enveloped him.  Opening his eyes, he was drawn to the beauty of Blair dancing to the rhythm that surrounded and invaded him.  Breathing deeply, he was so overwhelmed by the sweet tang of the student's sweat and his essence, that he could even taste the young man where the air passed his tongue.

And the primal rhythm continued to sing out to the sentinel, driving him to experience more.

Standing, Jim grabbed the closest hand of his startled partner.  Blair asked what was wrong, misreading the intense feral gleam in the other's eye for anger, as he was led to the private room at the back of the suite.

Brown, who had been dancing with Blair, had noticed the gradual change in the sleeping detective, noticing the shift in the body, as it became more relaxed, then alive.  He also saw the hungry look in the detective's eyes, and had been amused, but not surprised, when Blair had been abducted to the private restroom.

For several months Brown had noticed the changing dynamics of his two friends, and had come to assume that the partnership had become more intimate.

Both men had been very touchy-feely with each other from the beginning of their partnership.  Brown had never considered it anything more than friendship, even though he knew there was more to the relationship.  He also knew that Simon was aware of what was behind this connection, whatever it was, even though more was never explained to the rest of Major Crimes than Blair's study of a closed society.

Brown smiled.  He didn't really care what brought Sandburg to them, he was just glad it did.  But he never doubted that no matter what the strange bond was that made Sandburg and Ellison so close, that the touches he had witnessed from the beginning were anything more than friendship, until...

Several months back,  Brown started noticing that his two friends would have spells where one of them could be found looking at the other when they thought they were unobserved.  The touches between them began to linger just a little longer, and they would try to sit just a little closer.

Then a month ago it all became more intense.  They would look at each other at times, and Brown thought the room temperature increased, their looks were so intense.  They also took every opportunity, that could be justified to the world, to touch.

But that was before this horrible case was handed to them.  When they had walked out of Simon's office, after being given the assignment, Blair was doing a fine imitation of a vampire victim, looking completely devoid of any color.  And Jim, he didn't look much better.   From that point on, whatever fire Brown had witnessed between the his two friends, seemed to disappear, except for the touches.  The detective and observer
continued to touch as much as reasonably possible, as if they were reassuring themselves that the other was still there.

Inwardly, Brown felt the relationship between the two was right, that they belonged together, and he would do what he could to protect them. He was also glad that Blair had such a good understanding of Jim's world, and that the relationship would be stronger because of it.  Brown knew both his friends had been overly stressed because of the case, so neither would have put undue pressure on the other to be more romantic.

But now the case was over, and Brown had witnessed a hint of the previous passion this afternoon - before Simon reminded them of the concert.  Brown smiled again, shaking his head, remembering how he had to control his laughter at the look of true disappointment on Jim's face when he exited their captain's office.  At least the kid had been excited.

And now, Ellison appeared to be the one excited.  And by the way he led Blair to privacy a moment earlier, Blair would be the recipient of that excitement.  Brown was going to sit back and enjoy the show.

****************

Once the door was closed, Blair took a closer look at the small, private restroom, noticing that it was larger than he initially thought, and that the sink was part of a long counter which ran along the four foot wall.  A bouquet of flowers decorated the end furthest from the door, giving the room a heady scent.  All further cataloguing was cut abruptly short when he found himself pinned to the door, and his partner's mouth taking possession of his.

In the short time that he considered them to be a couple, their kisses had been sweet, and a little tentative.  This kiss was unlike any of those.  It was filled with passion, wanting, longing, and desire.  Blair allowed himself to be filled with sensation.

When Jim broke the kiss for air, and to move onto Blair's jaw line and neck, the student learned that the detective had been busy.  The observer's multitude of shirts had been untucked, and either removed, or pushed up his torso, while fingers skimmed across his heated flesh.

His arousal, which had been growing since Jim's mouth touched his, became achingly hard as nails scraped his nipples before a mouth latched first on one, then the other, and nimble fingers worked on his pants.

Blair's breathing became more labored as his pants were lowered to his ankles.

Jim, who had been quiet during his ministrations, let out a low growl as he discovered his target, and without further warning, engulfed Blair's cock, taking him all in.

Blair howled at the sensation, the sound blending with the general screams of the crowd, and came, losing all remaining control.  As his thoughts became organized again, he became aware the he was still leaning against the door, balanced by his partner.

Jim carefully tucked the younger man's clothes back into place.  Once done, he dropped a quick kiss on his partner's swollen lips and led him back out to the suite, and to face the music.

The concert was still in full swing when the two men returned.  Brown had been dividing his attention between the concert and the restroom door, waiting for them to reemerge, just so he could see their faces. Blair looked dazed, and slightly rumpled.  Jim, on the other hand, had a smile on his face that reminded him of a satisfied cat, filled with cream.

The concert continued, and Blair repeatedly looked at the re-emerging hungry look in Jim's eye, and knew the night had only begun and hoped the concert would end soon.

When the concert did end, the officers waited for their host.  Jim was seated at the small table, with an odd smile on his face, while Blair stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet, exuding nervous energy.

Taliesin walked into the suite with a flourish, stopped, and asked, "So, everyone, what did you think of the concert?"

He was greeted with general praise, but Blair stepped forward, reaching out to vigorously shake the star's hand.  "Man, that was incredible.  I don't have any of your CDs, but trust me, come tomorrow, I'm going out and buying every single one."

The rocker seemed pleased that the young man enjoyed the evening so much, while Jim chuckled.

Brown, on the other hand, crowed in laughter, thinking, "Yep, these two are definitely going to be fun to watch."

The end.

Notes:  Thanks to my betas (Saraid, Shel, Maigret, and Wolfling).  Also, this is for Pumpkin, who has been reasonably tolerant this time around, keeping her pushiness to a minimal <g>, and my babycakes, Rrain.

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