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Author's notes: An epilogue of sorts to "Poachers", so a slight spoiler warning. I was inspired by the sight of the boys with their arms around each other with both of them conscious. BTW, I've already started part II, and since I'm in a silly mood today (and have been for the past week or so) I'm gonna call this the Guppy Tales series. Told ya I was in a silly mood! Rated NC 17 for graphic descriptions of m/m sex. If you are disturbed by this or underage where you live, please go and read something else.


Guppy Tales I:
Caught ...
by Stacy L.A. Stronach, October/November 1997


Blair turned his head to watch the door when he heard the key in
the lock. It was only Sunday afternoon, Jim shouldn't be back
from his trip with Elaine yet. The door opened and there stood
Jim, struggling with several items of camping and fishing gear.
Blair jumped up to go and help his friend. "Hey, man, I sure
didn't expect to see you back so soon. Didn't things go okay with Elaine?"
Blair asked, nudging Jim's side.


Jim fought the urge to glare at the younger man, and grinning,
said, "Oh yeah, Chief, things went perfectly." Perfectly lousy,
I was with the wrong person Jim thought to himself, as he lugged the
last of his gear inside.


"If it was going so great, why're you home early?"


"Elaine got called in on a case--an emergency situation, so she
had to leave. And she wouldn't go without her tent," Jim
explained. "Look, Blair, I really don't want to talk about this
right now. I'm tired, dirty, and need to get out of these
clothes. I'll talk to you in a bit, okay?" Jim said as he headed
for the bathroom. "Is there any hot water left?"


"Should be lots, man," Blair answered, a little confused by how
Jim was acting. As he heard the shower start, Blair started to
put Jim's gear away, wondering what was going on. Jim had said
things went well, which Blair took to mean he'd fucked Elaine,
but the way Jim was acting made Blair think it didn't go so
well. He really hoped it hadn't gone well, Blair knew that was
selfish, but he couldn't help it--he loved Jim. The only reason
he'd encouraged Jim with Elaine was the fact that Jim was one of
the straightest men he knew, and would never be interested in
him. He sighed, he'd have to wait til Jim was finished in the
shower and interrogate him some more.


Jim sighed deeply as he climbed under the hot spray of the
shower, almost able to feel the dirt being washed off of him.
Contrary to what he'd told Sandburg, his weekend had been pretty
lousy--he liked Elaine, he really did--she was a beautiful, sexy
woman but... She didn't do a damn thing for him. She'd been the
aggressor their first night together, kissing him, running her
hands all over his body. He'd only been mildly aroused by her
attentions, even when she'd started stroking his cock through his pants.
Jim had closed his eyes, trying to focus on feeling
something, when, unbidden, an image of Blair arose in his mind. Blair,
with just a towel wrapped around his waist, as he padded
from the bathroom to his bedroom, his body and hair glistening
with moisture from the shower.


Jim had moaned then, and Elaine took that as a sign she was doing something
right. They'd had sex that night and she acted as if
she enjoyed it, but Jim had been thinking about Blair the
entire time. The next night, Jim had begged off, claiming he was
too tired to do anything. Finally, this afternoon, Jim had told
her he didn't think this would work out, that he liked her, but
there was something missing. Elaine had become very angry and
basically told Jim to go fuck himself. He knew she had every
right to be angry, he had led her on and he didn't mean to hurt
her, but he had, and that was that.


Driving home from the campsite this afternoon, he'd tried to sort through
his confused feelings about Blair. He'd finally realized
that he not only wanted the younger man, but was in love with
him. That he had been in love with Blair for some time now, but
was just admitting it to himself. Jim had no idea what he was
going to do with this knowledge--he didn't think Blair was in
love with him, that was certain. It was hard for him to come to
terms with this knowledge, having never had feelings of this sort for
a man before. He had no idea what to do next, how to proceed, if he were
going to.


Jim climbed out of the shower, dried himself off, wrapping a
towel around his waist before leaving the bathroom. When he
walked into the living room, he noticed that Blair had put all
his camping gear away for him. "Hey, Chief, you didn't have to do put
my stuff away, I could've done that," he said.


Blair waved dismissively, "No problem, man. I didn't mind," he
said, not looking up from the book he was reading.


"Well, thanks, I appreciate it," Jim replied, as he climbed the
stairs to his bedroom. He came back downstairs a few minutes
later wearing a tank top and a pair of sweat pants.


Blair looked at his friend again, "So, c'mon, man--give. What
happened with you two?" he asked.


"Look, Chief, I don't kiss and tell," Jim answered, avoiding
meeting Blair's gaze.


"Well, are you gonna see her again?"


"No, definitely not, Blair. Now can we drop this, I want to watch TV,"
Jim replied, picking up the remote and turning on the TV.


Blair sighed and went back to his book, although he found it very difficult
to concentrate--he found himself looking up at Jim
every few minutes. Jim looked absolutely edible laying there on
the couch, his shirt pushed up to reveal some of his gorgeous
well muscled abdomen.


Jim wasn't any more successful in trying to watch television with Blair
sitting so close. He noticed when the younger man looked at him, and
when Blair would go back to his book, Jim would watch
him, studying a face that he already knew as well as own, just
looking at the beauty of the other man. Suddenly, Jim found
himself staring into Blair's deep blue eyes; he hadn't noticed
Blair raising his head.


Their gazes locked, and it was like a current of electricity was
passing between them. Finally, Blair moved to sit next to Jim,
who was now sitting up. Neither man spoke, and Blair leant
forward, gently pressing his lips against Jim's, not wanting to
be too aggressive and scare his friend. Jim moaned quietly at the heat
of Blair's mouth against his own.


When Blair started to pull away, Jim moved his hands up to
capture Blair's head, holding him still. He claimed Blair's mouth for
a hard, passion filled kiss, gently licking at his lips,
wanting more. Jim received it, Blair opened his mouth, sliding
his tongue against Jim's, both men moaning as they tasted each
other for the first time. Blair wrapped his arms around Jim,
pulling himself as close to the bigger man as possible, as Jim
slid his arms around Blair's shoulders.


Finally breaking for air, Jim looked at Blair, a mixture of joy,
confusion and fear in his eyes. "Blair, I've...I've never been
with a man before...I don't know what to do..." Jim whispered.


Blair shushed Jim with a finger across his lips. "I'm your Guide, Jim,
trust me. I'll guide you," he said, standing up. "You've got the bigger
bed, babe, let's go upstairs," Blair continued,
watching as Jim stood up and headed for the stairs. Before
following his lover, Blair stopped and grabbed a tube and condom
out of his back pack. He didn't know if they'd need it or not,
but he'd rather be prepared...


Once upstairs, Jim stood by the side of his bed, waiting for
Blair, shifting from foot to foot, not used to being uncertain in any
situation. He smiled nervously as Blair came up the stairs,
and walked toward him.


Even without Sentinel abilities, Blair could tell how nervous Jim was,
and having to help keep Jim calm, kept Blair from focusing
on his own nervousness. He'd wanted this, wanted Jim for so long, and
now to finally have a chance with the man...Blair didn't want to screw
up and cause Jim any pain. Blair smiled up at the other man, then gently
kissed him, sighing as Jim took him into his
embrace again.


Jim was awash with sensations, the heat of his lover's body
against his, the rapid beating of both their hearts, the smell of arousal
in the air. Sliding his hands down to cup Blair's ass,
Jim pulled Blair closer, moaning at the feel of their erections
rubbing against one another, the layers of cloth merely an added
friction. Breaking the embrace, Jim started to hurriedly undo
Blair's top, almost ripping it off the young man.


Capturing, then stilling Jim's hands, Blair looked at him, "Whoa, man,
what's the hurry?" he asked.


"I want to see you, need to feel you against me, Blair, please,"
Jim whispered, trying to finish undoing Blair's top. Blair let
his lover resume his task while Blair moved his hands under Jim's tank
top, pushing it up. Jim stopped what he was doing long
enough to remove his own top, before pushing Blair's top off his
shoulders. Before he could do anything else, Jim felt a wet heat
on his left nipple as Blair sucked it into his mouth, circling it with
his tongue, making Jim moan.


As Blair moved to take the other nipple in his mouth, his hands
stroked down Jim's back, sliding under the waist band of his
sweats. To Blair's pleasant surprise, Jim wasn't wearing any
underwear. Jim was still moaning, his hands now wrapped in
Blair's silky soft hair, urging him to continue. Blair alternated his
attention between Jim's nipples, sucking and gentle nipping,
until Jim couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled Blair's head away
from his now ultra-sensitive flesh, tilting his lover's head,
making eye contact. "More, Blair, please...I need more," Jim
whispered huskily, sliding his hands down to Blair's shoulders,
pushing gently. Smiling up at Jim, Blair slowly slid to his
knees, his tongue trailing down Jim's body.


Blair slid Jim's sweat pants down, releasing the other man's hard cock.
He gently flicked his tongue across the head of it, making
Jim thrust his hips forward. When Blair sucked the head of Jim's
cock into his mouth, Jim groaned, loving the feel of the wet heat on
his cock. He was reduced to whimpering as his entire length
was taken into that mouth, his cock hitting the back of Blair's
throat, and he just about lost it when he felt Blair swallow. "Oh God,
ohgod, Blair, ohhh," he whispered hoarsely, trying to thrust his hips,
but Blair held him still.


Blair started sliding his mouth up and down Jim's cock,
repositioning one hand to caress his balls. Moaning and panting,
his head fallen back, Jim felt like he was in heaven. No women
had ever sucked him like this, Blair seemed to know exactly what
he wanted, what he needed to get off. After a short time that
felt like an eternity, he felt his orgasm approaching, ready to
overtake him. He tried to warn Blair, "I'm gonna, oh, baby I'm
gonna. OOOHHhhhhh, yeah," he moaned, his hips thrusting forward
as he shot his cream down Blair's throat. The younger man
swallowed all Jim had to offer, savouring the taste of his lover.


Jim felt as if his body had turned to rubber, and, thanking god
he was beside the bed, he collapsed on it. He watched, through
heavy lidded eyes, as Blair stood up, undoing his pants, oh, so
slowly pushing them, and his boxers, down over his hips, stepping out
of them before laying down beside Jim on the bed. Blair
kissed him, and Jim tasted himself in his lover's mouth, and
could smell their intertwined scents, it was erotically different and
he liked it. Pulling out of the kiss, Blair reached up to
stroke his lover's face. "Jim, I'd really like to fuck you, but
if you don't think you can handle it, I'll understand, we can do
something else," Blair whispered, desire showing in his eyes and
on his face.


Pausing for a moment, Jim considered what Blair wanted. Then he
nodded his permission as he lowered one of his hands to stroke
Blair's raging erection.


Blair moaned, thrusting his hips towards Jim. "Are you sure,
Jim?" he panted, not wanting to hurt the other man.


"Yes, Blair, I want you inside me, do it," Jim replied.


"Okay. Roll over so your back is to me. It'll be easier, babe,"
Blair directed, reaching to the nightstand to grab the lube. He
spread some on his fingers, then inserted one into Jim's anus.
The other man's body was still quite relaxed from his orgasm, so
Blair's finger slid in easier than he thought it would. When he
added a second finger, starting to stretch Jim, the older man
moaned, pushing himself back against Blair. Finally, after adding a third
finger, wanting to make sure Jim was ready, and he was,
he was whimpering, and thrusting back against the fingers. Jim
moaned when Blair pulled his fingers out to grab the condom.
Blair quickly sheathed his cock, added more lube, then pressed
himself to the entrance of Jim's body. "Relax, Jim, I won't hurt
you, okay? I'll take it slow, tell me to stop if it's
uncomfortable or hurts," Blair whispered, as he slowly pushed
into Jim.


It felt as if he were being completely filled up, and it ached a
bit, but Jim tried his best to relax. Then, Blair was all the way in
him, holding still, letting Jim get used to the sensations.
The hurt was replaced with a somewhat pleasant ache, and Jim
started moving against Blair, "Fuck me, please, do something," he begged.


Blair moaned, Jim was so tight, so hot, he knew it wouldn't take
long. He started a slow stroking in and out of his lover, crying
out with pleasure when Jim squeezed his muscles around Blair's
cock. After only a few thrusts, Blair knew he was going to cum,
"Jimjimjim, coming, oh yeah, JIM!" with a shout and final thrust
into his lover, Blair orgasmed, as Jim clenched his ass around
him.


"Oh, yeah, Baby. Yeah," Jim murmured, sighing as Blair withdrew
his softening cock.


After removing and discarding the condom, Blair curled up behind
Jim, wrapping his arms around the older man. "Are you okay, Big
Guy?"


"Wonderful. I...enjoyed that, Chief," Jim murmured, feeling sleep overtaking
him.


The next morning, Jim lay in bed, listening as Blair got ready for work.
The younger man had woken Jim up with a kiss, a very hot kiss, but they
hadn't done much else--Blair had to go to work, and was already behind
schedule. Jim was in turmoil, what the hell had he involved himself
in? Where would this lead--where did he want it to lead? The sex had
been incredible but Jim wasn't sure he wanted to have a "boyfriend".
He knew he'd be doing a lot of thinking today.


As Blair drove into work, he thought about what had happened. With Jim.
He really hoped that Jim felt about him the way he felt about
Jim. He loved Jim, had for a while, but had never dared say
anything. Now he was left to wonder if Jim loved him or if the
other man simply saw this as a fuck-buddy thing. He didn't want
to ask Jim, for fear of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear.



End Guppy tales I : caught...