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Good evening folks. Tonight I am presenting my first Sentinel slash story 
for your reading pleasure. Some of you may have already read my Voyager 
fanfic (thanks for the lovely comments). I decided I wanted to give the 
Sentinel boys a try, but they just weren't talking loudly enough, so, in 
an attempt to prime the pump (so to speak) and make sure I would be able 
to get the "voices" right, I decided to first produce a little PWP.

It worked too. In the process of writing this, I managed to completely 
plot my *next* Sentinel story!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, Pet Fly does. I don't intend to 
harm them, or profit from them. Please don't sue me.

Warning 1: Involves mildly non-consensual sex.

Warning 2: Above mentioned sex involves two men.

Warning 3: This has *not* been beta-ed, so any mistakes are *definitely*
my own!

If any of these warnings hits your ick scale, DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!

Feedback desperately craved at lburwell@kingston.net

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Insomnia 
by Lianne Burwell
January 1998
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Jim Ellison was having trouble sleeping. He rolled over -- again -- to 
look at the clock and found that it was just past three a.m. He stared at 
the ceiling for a while, then sat up. He stood with a sigh, then headed 
down the stairs. At first he planned on just getting some juice from the 
fridge and heading back to bed for a while, but he paused outside his 
partner's bedroom door.

Blair Sandburg. The most beautiful man, bar none, that he had ever met. 
Also the straightest. Irresistible to all, both male and female, but only 
ever responded to the women. Responded a *lot*.

Jim knew he was in love with his partner, but he wasn't going to risk 
losing the best friend he had ever had by letting him know just how 
*much* Jim wanted him.

So why was he going to do this again?

* * * * *

Jim stepped inside his roommate's bedroom. With the summer heat and 
humidity Blair was only sleeping with a sheet covering him, and even that 
had been kicked down to his knees as he slept. He was also sleeping nude, 
flat on his back. Jim stopped a moment to admire the other man.

Long curly hair, dark and inviting. It felt like silk and curled around 
the fingers tightly. He loved the feel of that hair. The face was 
hauntingly beautiful, even needing a shave. The lips were full, moist and 
slightly parted as though begging to be kissed. The head was tilted back 
by the lack of pillow -- it had ended up on the floor -- and the stretch 
of throat beckoned.

Further down were broad shoulders above a narrow waist. The chest was 
covered with a dark furring, from which two brown nipples peaked coyly. 
And emerging from the coarser curls at the groin was Blair's cock. Like 
everything else about the young man, it was perfectly proportioned. Not 
too large, not too small. It was also half hard, from whatever dream 
Blair was experiencing. Jim refused to allow himself to moan at the sight 
and smell of an aroused Blair.

As silently as only a Sentinel could, Jim moved over to next to the bed 
and knelt down next to the sleeping man, careful not to disturb his 
slumber. He reached out a finger and gently ran it over the other man's 
face. Blair sighed in his sleep and nuzzled at the finger as it passed 
over his cheek, his chin and finally his lips. Jim paused, but the 
younger man did not wake.

Slowly he let his hand drift down, barely breathing. The back of the 
knuckles were drawn down the side of the throat, to the collar bone. Then 
the thumb was dragged across the chest, teasing first one nipple, then 
the other. The nipples started to harden and Blair's cock had reached 
full hardness. Jim drew in a deep breath then, savoring the intoxicating 
scent of Blair's musk. He leaned forward and licked at the nipples, 
causing them to harden even further. Blair shifted beneath him, then 
settled back into deep slumber.

Finally he decided that he couldn't risk drawing it out any longer. There 
was the risk that Blair might still wake up and he didn't want to 
contemplate the reaction of the younger man at finding his partner 
feeling him up in his sleep.

Jim started gently rubbing at the other man's erection. Blair moaned in 
his sleep, and his hips started a gentle thrusting motion, trying to 
generate more friction. Jim leaned in to lick the beads of pre-cum from 
the head of Blair's cock and was rewarded with a twitch from the cock, 
and a harder thrust from the other man's hips.

Jim quickly set into a gentle rhythm of stroke and lick, building in 
intensity as Blair moaned in his sleep. Finally the young man stiffened, 
arching almost completely off the bed as he came, groaning deeply. Jim 
sat back and watched with a moan of his own. With a finger he scooped up 
a glob of Blair's semen and licked it, savoring the flavor. Then he 
pulled the sheet up and carefully tucked it around his roommate. He stood 
and made his way back to his own bed, certain that Blair had not woken up 
during the entire time.

Once back to his own bed he jerked himself off, quickly and efficiently, 
staying as quiet as possible. This wasn't what he really wanted, but he 
wasn't going to risk scaring Blair away.  Rolling over, he was finally 
able to fall asleep. As his thoughts fuzzed, during the slide into 
dreamland, he swore he would not do this again.

Just like he always did.

He slept.

* * * * *

Blair woke up with a sigh the next morning and grabbed a handy shirt to 
clean himself up. Since he had moved into Jim Ellison's loft he had had 
more wet dreams than he could ever remember -- even more frequently than 
when he was a teenager. Dreams in which a certain buff detective featured 
prominently.

He dropped the shirt in his laundry basket for washing and padded off to 
the bathroom for a shower. A glance out into the loft's main area showed 
that Jim wasn't awake yet. He sighed again, wishing that the dreams could 
be real. But that would never happen. 

Still, he could dream, couldn't he?

THE END