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Waking
by Lianne Burwell
January 1998
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Once again, Jim Ellison couldn't sleep. Thanks to a rather nasty case, he 
was suffering from an unpleasant bout of insomnia. He knew, based on past 
experience, that there was only one thing guaranteed to help him sleep.

No.

He wasn't going to do it.

Not again.

But he had gone three nights without a wink of sleep. It was showing in 
his work. Simon was concerned. Blair was concerned. Even Joel had been 
asking if he was all right.

He stood up, then he sat down again.

No.

But he knew... sooner or later he was going to give in to the need. Only 
one thing was going to get him to sleep, and that was his partner. Not 
that Sandburg knew about it, though.

He smiled to himself, wondering what his test-obsessed partner would 
think if he knew that the only sleep aid that worked for the drug-
sensitive Ellison was... well... Sandburg semen. He'd probably want to run 
all sorts of tests to find out what elements caused the effect, and why. 
And he'd probably start up taste tests to see if it was semen in general 
or his own in particular. Maybe he could freeze it as popsicles. Jim 
grinned at the mental image of anatomically shaped semen-sicles.

Then he realized that he was already at the foot of the stairs. At that 
point he sighed, then gave in to the inevitable.

* * * * *

Blair was curled on his side, sheets clutched under his chin, but his 
back bared to the night air. Jim stopped for a moment to admire the 
sight. Many people assumed that Blair was tiny. He spent so much time 
around policemen who towered over him that he sometimes seemed frail. But 
he wasn't. He was sturdily built, with compact muscles and more body hair 
than most of the men Jim knew. Blair was masculinity personified, and it 
attracted a wide variety of women... and men.

Jim moved to crouch on the floor next to Blair, and reached out to touch 
him, careful not to disturb the sleeping man. He stroked his hand down 
Blair's spine and was rewarded with a sleeping sigh. Blair uncurled and 
moved towards the touch. Jim gently pulled the sheet out from the now-lax 
grip and moved it out of the way.

As always, the sight of a naked Blair made him catch his breath. He was 
so... beautiful. Jim had never been the type to consider men to be 
beautiful, but Blair definitely was. His partner was already getting 
hard, his body recognizing what was happening, even if his sleeping mind 
did not. Jim stroked at the stubble-roughened cheek. Blair sighed again, 
and nuzzled at the stroking hand. The hand moved lower, combing through 
the dark curls that covered the chest. Blair's hips were already starting 
to move, seeking the touch that the body knew was coming.

Jim lowered his head to nuzzle at the now fully erect cock. It twitched 
against his cheek and the sleeping man moaned happily. Jim licked at the 
flesh, knowing from experience what touches worked best.

He worked his sleeping partner to orgasm - carefully, gently - and was 
finally rewarded with a spilling of milky fluid. He licked up a portion, 
careful as always to leave enough so that Blair did not wonder why he 
woke up clean, but with the memory of a wet dream. Then, feeling the 
yawns starting already, he headed back to bed.

* * * * *

Blair opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, as if he could see 
through it, to the man in the bed above him. He lay quietly, controlling 
his breathing in a sleep-like rhythm. He could hear the creaks of Jim 
climbing back into bed, followed quickly by soft snores, the unmistakable 
sound of a sleeping Jim Ellison.

Staring at the ceiling, Blair wondered, what the heck he should do now?

TO BE CONTINUED IN "Confused"