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YOGA EXERCISES
by Lianne Burwell
Originally published in Come To
Your Senses 7
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Jim Ellison paused outside the loft door as he got home and listened to 
see if his partner was inside. After spending the day in court, he was 
tense and irritable, and wanted to make sure he wasn't going to be 
walking into something that would make him blow up.

Soft music. Slight scent of incense, but nothing annoying. A slow 
heartbeat. Deep and steady breathing. Blair must be meditating.

He opened the door, and closed it behind himself, gently, then turned. He 
blinked for a moment. Instead of being folded into a lotus position, like 
he had expected, Blair was standing up. On one foot. The other foot was 
pressed into his thigh, just below the groin. The knee was almost 
straight out to the side, and both of his hands were held above his head. 
His balance was almost perfect, with only a few minor wobbles. He didn't 
move.

Slightly bemused, Jim placed his keys in the basket and hung up his coat. 
After about a minute, as he was exhaling, Blair lowered his arms, 
smoothly, and returned his foot to the floor. Jim cleared his throat.

"Hey, man. Didn't notice you come in. How was court?" Blair brushed the 
hair out of his eyes and grinned. Jim couldn't help smiling. Now matter 
how miserable the day might be, Blair's smiles were always infectious.

"Miserable, of course. Sandburg, what the heck are you doing?"

"Yoga! I used to do it regularly, when I was younger, but I haven't had 
the time for a while. I noticed that I was starting to get really stiff, 
so I thought I'd start practicing again. Work on the flexibility, you 
know."

Jim's eyes had glazed over, slightly, at the images brought to mind. 
Stiff. Uh-huh. Flexibility. Yeah, that's good. Ellison, you have a dirty 
mind. Great, isn't it.

"Well, don't let me interrupt you. I just want to have a beer, and 
unwind."

"Sure. Dinner's in the oven, if you haven't noticed already. It'll be 
ready in about forty-five minutes."

Jim sniffed. It was a vegetarian casserole that Blair had made before 
when it was his turn to cook. Jim preferred a little more meat in his 
diet, but it was good.

He got a beer from the fridge and grabbed the paper before settling down 
on the couch. The sports section was his first stop, and he winced when 
he saw the score from the last Jags game. He glanced over, about to make 
a comment to Blair, then stopped.

Blair was lying on his back on the exercise mat. His knees were bent, and 
his feet flat on the floor, the heels almost touching his buttocks. While 
Jim watched, fascinated, Blair rolled his hips up, lifting them off the 
floor as he exhaled. He inhaled, dropping his hips back down, then 
exhaled, lifting them again. 

Jim's mouth went dry, as he stared in fascination. Not realizing it, his 
breathing started to sync with Blair's.

With each exhalation, Blair lifted his pelvis a little higher, until he 
reached the point where only head, shoulders and feet were touching the 
floor. Then he reached underneath himself, laced his fingers together and 
held the pose. He continued to breath, slow and deep. Jim shifted 
slightly, trying to ease the pressure of his too-tight pants.

Finally, on an exhalation, Blair lowered himself back down to the mat. He 
breathed deeply for a minute, then brought his knees up to his chest and 
held them there. He glanced over and saw Jim watching him.

"Bridge pose, man. Strengthens the lower back. Also compresses the spine, 
so you counter it with a stretch in the opposite direction. Anything 
interesting in the paper?"

Jim shook his head for a moment, collecting his thoughts and trying to 
control himself. "Jags lost big time last night. 127 to 76"

"Ouch."

Blair rolled over onto his stomach. Jim looked away and tried to 
concentrate on the paper. It didn't work. The scent of incense and his 
partner filled the air, and images of that last pose filled his mind. He 
glanced over again.

Blair looked to be just lying on his stomach, face down, arms at his 
side. At first it didn't look like he was doing anything. Then Jim 
noticed the rolling of the hips. Again, the pelvis was thrusting, only 
this time it was thrusting into the mat, rather than up into the air. 
Finally, Blair rolled his pelvis under again, and lifted his legs and 
shoulders. His back arched, and the only areas still touching the mat 
were his pelvis, stomach and part of the upper thighs.

He held the pose for more than a minute, his breathing never changing 
from its established rhythm, then he relaxed, and was again lying face 
down on the mat. He pushed back with his arms until he was seated back on 
his calves, and held that pose for a moment.

By that point, Jim had given up any pretense of trying to read the 
newspaper. He watched as Blair came up to all fours, hands below the 
shoulders, knees below the hips, head slightly down. It looked a little 
strange, until Jim realized that in that position, Blair's spine was 
completely straight, from the tailbone to the base of the skull.

Again, the hips started to undulate, pressing down as the spine arched 
upwards and the head dropped. It reminded Jim of the Halloween pictures of 
an angry cat. He arched and relaxed in time with his breathing, finally 
arching and holding the posed for a period. Then he relaxed back into the 
straight back pose.

After watching Blair flexing his pelvis and thrusting his hips for more 
than - Jim checked his watch - ten minutes, Jim's breathing was no longer 
relaxed like Blair's. Instead it was coming in short pants. His dress 
trousers were starting to show the strain where his cock was pressed 
against the zipper. This wasn't helped by the fact that Blair was 
positioned at an angle to the sofa that left Jim with an excellent view 
of his rear end.

But the worst, so to speak, was yet to come. Blair repositioned his feet 
so that the toes were rolled under, and started the whole back-arching 
process again. After a couple minutes of arching and relaxing in time 
with his breathing, he suddenly pressed his palms into the floor and 
*lifted*.

Jim nearly whimpered at the sight. Blair's hands and feet were firmly 
pressed against the mat. His back and legs were straight. The result was 
a pyramid shape where Blair's ass was the highest point of his body. His 
lucious ass. The ass that Jim had no doubt would win any "best ass" 
competition ever held

That was it, as far as Jim was concerned. He stood, letting the paper 
drop to the floor, not even noticing the small mess that created, and 
moved quickly to stand behind Blair.

Blair's breathing was still slow and deep, as though he was asleep, but 
that changed as Jim ran his thumb down the seam of his sweats. His 
breathing jumped, for a moment, but he didn't move.

"Umm, Jim?"

"Yeah?" Jim replied absently as he moved his hands to cup Blair's ass 
cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, Chief. The way I see it, you've been teasing me since I walked in 
the door..."

"Huh?!"

"Rolling around, thrusting your hips all over the place. And *now*! 
Balanced there with your ass in the air. I call that teasing."

"Oh." Jim could feel the rise in heat as Blair blushed. The hips under 
his hands started to lower, but he held them in place.

"Oh no you don't. I happen to like this view. In fact, only one thing 
could make it better..." Jim hooked his fingers under Blair's waistband and 
eased the sweats up over and down, until they were bunched around Blair's 
ankles. The briefs followed the same path, and Jim was looking down at 
Blair's bare ass. The t-shirt, no longer tucked in, had given in to 
gravity and was bunched up under the armpits. It was a sight to inspire 
lust in the hearts of men and women. Especially *this* man.

"Jim?" came a muffled cry.

"Hmmm?"

"Let go please. I can't hold the position any longer. And the blood's all 
rushing to my head."

"Oh! Sorry." A little red-faced himself, Jim backed away. Blair collapsed 
down to hands and knees again, then sat back on his heels.

"Sheesh. If I'd known that yoga would get you all worked up..."

Jim snickered. "Chief, *everything* you do gets me worked up. You don't 
need any more tricks."

"Well..." Blair turned a coy smile on Jim, brushing a few errant curls out 
of his face. "Since the casserole won't be ready for another" he glanced 
at his watch "twenty-five minutes, what say we do something about just 
how worked up you *are*."

Jim was gone in a flash. Before Blair could even blink twice, he was back 
from the bathroom, brandishing a tube of lubricant and a strip of 
condoms. Blair chuckled, then burst out into full belly-laughter.

"Feeling a little frustrated after sitting in court all day?"

"Have I ever *not* been?" Jim advanced on his partner, still crouched on 
the mat. The t-shirt had slipped back down, until it *almost* covered 
Blair, but he could still catch glimpses of a half-interested cock 
nestled in the shadow between bare thighs.

"Now... how about you *show* me how flexible yoga makes you?"

Blair grinned, and pulled the t-shirt over his head, revealing a solid 
chest with an impressive covering of dark curls. Jim loved Blair's chest. 
Stroking it, playing 'find the nipple' with his tongue while the hairs 
tickled his nose. If pressed to choose between Blair's chest and his ass, 
Jim would pick Blair's chest as the more attractive feature. It made him 
feel like his own smooth chest was disappointment, though his partner had 
often expressed a fascination with what he called the bare perfection of 
it. Maybe that was what they *really* meant when they said that opposites 
attract.

Lying back, Blair lifted his legs, inviting Jim to finish removing his 
sweats and briefs. Grinning, Jim stooped and pushed his head between 
Blair's calves, then stood, pulling the cloth up as he went. As he stood 
up straight, the clothing dropped to the floor behind him. He tossed the 
lube and condoms to Blair, then stepped back a couple of paces. Then, 
slowly and deliberately, he started to strip to the soft music still 
playing in the background.

The suit jacket had already been discarded when he got home, and the tie 
was hanging loosely. He undid the tie completely, then tugged on one end 
so that it *slowly* pulled around the neck and down. The whisper of 
friction made him shiver. Then he undid his belt and the dress pants, but 
left them on, hanging open. Next he pulled out the shirt tails, and 
started undoing the buttons.

Once every button was undone, and the shirt hung open, he slipped it off 
one shoulder, then the other. With the shirt hanging down his back, he 
undid the cuffs of each sleeve, then dropped his arms, and let gravity 
coax the shirt the rest of the way off. His nipples were hard as pebbles, 
rubbed by the fabric of his undershirt. The head of his cock was starting 
to peak up from under the waistband of his boxers.

Blair, by this point, had reclined back on one elbow, legs splayed wide 
open. His other hand was stroking his cock, now rock-hard and weeping. 
The rhythm was slow and gently, soothing the flesh without pushing over 
into orgasm.

The undershirt went next, slowly pulled over the head. Then the belt was 
pulled from its loops, slowly, the friction making Jim shiver even 
harder. The pants were dropped over the hips to pool at his feet, and he 
kicked them, his shoes and socks off in one motion. Finally, he pulled 
the waistband of his boxers out, careful not to catch at his own cock, 
which was enjoying the streak of exhibitionism greatly. The boxers were 
dropped, stepped out of, and kicked out of the way with a move smooth 
enough to make a professional high-stepper jealous.

Blair sat up and applauded wildly as Jim bowed. He reached up a hand, and 
when Jim took it, pulled hard. Off-balance, Jim tumbled to the floor, 
careful not to land on top of Blair. His partner promptly rolled him on 
his back, and stretched out on top of him, their cocks gliding together 
to make them gasp. Blair pulled up a little, so that he could look 
straight down into the big man's face.

"That was just *too* hot, man. I thought I was going to have a heart-
attack there. Might be worth it, though, to see you try to explain it to 
Simon and the docs."

Jim snickered at the image, then pulled Blair down into a kiss. Their 
tongues dueled pleasantly for a few minutes. "What can I say, Chief? You 
inspire me. I was never an exhibitionist until I met you. Now.. You're 
naked, I'm naked. Weren't you going to prove how flexible you are?"

Blair grinned, then rolled them over so that he was on the bottom. "Try 
me and find out for yourself," he said, huskily, then latched his mouth 
on Jim's neck.

Jim groaned, and tried to ignore the moist sucking while he fumbled for 
the lube. He was going to need a high-necked sweater tomorrow. He managed 
to find the lube and pour some on his fingers without Blair ever having 
to separate his lips from Jim's neck. Working on feel, Jim reached down 
and around to caress Blair's ass. Finally pulling away, he moved down to 
rub his face against Blair's chest, while his finger probed to heated 
opening lower down. One finger, he nibbled at a nipple. Two fingers, he 
laved them both with an eager tongue. Three fingers, his mouth fastened 
around a nipple and sucked hard.

Blair arched with a cry, trying to simultaneously push his breast further 
into Jim's mouth and his ass further back onto the probing fingers. Then 
both sensations were taken away, and he moaned in disappointment.

But Jim didn't go far, just far enough to snag the strip of condoms. With 
quick efficiency, he pulled one out and rolled it down on himself. A 
squirt of lubricant, spread around very carefully, considering how close 
he was. Then he was leaning over Blair again. The smaller man reached up 
and wrapped his legs around his partner's waist. He started rolling his 
hips, the way he had while moving into the bridge pose.

"Handy move," he gasped, "isn't it?" Jim groaned, and positioned himself. 
Then he held still, and let Blair's pelvic thrusts impale himself on 
Jim's cock, deeper with every thrust. It was like having Blair ride him, 
but from below instead of above. The urge to move was overwhelming, but 
he held back to enjoy the sensation.

Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore, and they were moving together 
with practiced ease. Their lips tried to merge, and both of them were 
stroking Blair's cock. The air was filled with a moist, slapping sound, 
and the scent of musk was overwhelming. Coming was long and sweet and 
exhausting.

* * * * *

After what seemed like an eternity later, Jim rolled off of and out of 
his lover, checking to make sure he hadn't succeeded in suffocating him 
this time. Blair lay on the floor, panting.

"oooh, man," he sighed. "Yoga has some fringe benefits I don't remember 
from before."

"Chief?"

"Hmmm?"

"What *was* that last move?"

Blair snickered. "Would you believe it's called 'downward dog'?"

Jim started laughing. "Doggie position? How... appropriate."

They both rolling on the floor, laughing, when Jim stopped and sniffed. 
"Um, Chief... Do I smell something burning?"

"Shit! Dinner!"

Dinner was slightly singed, but neither of them much cared.

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