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NOTE: Hidey ho neighbours. This is a JAG crossover which takes
place about a year before the events in my EB series. Just so ya
know.
"PMQ's" stands for permanent married quarters, and these are the
houses provided for military families here in Canada. They are
usually just outside the base itself. I have absolutely no idea
how they do this in the US or what they call them.
Oh, and I wrote the second part of this fairly quickly, so I haven't
really had time to re-read it, so forgive any errors.

I Love a Man in Uniform
by Stacy L.A. Stronach
June/August 1997

Jim flipped through the mail, bills, bills, donation
solicitations, and a letter from Harm, he smiled, at least there
was something interesting for a change. Sitting on the couch, he
started to open the letter, but his mind drifted back to when
he'd first met Harmon Rabb, Jr., a Lieutenant Commander with JAG.

7 months ago

"I'm looking for Detective Jim Ellison, Major Crimes," the man in
the navy uniform said.

"Right over there," the officer he had asked, replied.

Jim had heard the man asking for him and looked in his direction.
It was a navy man, a lieutenant commander from the insignia. And
he was gorgeous, about 6 feet tall, short brown hair, and green
eyes, almost as gorgeous as Blair's, with a well muscled body.
*He sure fills out that uniform well* Jim thought to himself.

As the man walked towards where the officer had pointed, he saw
two men, one, quite tall and muscular, with a brush cut, the
other, shorter, with long dark hair. He hoped the detective was
the tall one, cus he was absolutely gorgeous, *just my type, hmm,
he looks like he might have been in the military*, the man
thought. He loved men who were bigger than him, and this police
man certainly was.

Approaching Jim's desk, he held out his hand to Jim, "Detective
Ellison? I'm Lt. Commander Harmon Rabb, Judge Advocate General's
office."

When their hands touched it was like a bolt of electricity flowed
between them, and they held each others gaze a little longer than
normal. Pulling his hand away and gesturing to the long haired
man beside him, Jim responded, "Yes, and this is my partner,
Blair Sandburg. What can I do for you, Commander Rabb?"

"I need to talk to you about the murder of Ensign Chad Rawlins,
which you initially investigated. I'd like to hear your take on
things," Harm replied.

"Of course, why don't we talk in here," Jim said, indicating an
empty office to the other man. When Blair stood up to follow, Jim
waved a hand at him, "It's okay, Chief, I can handle this."

Sitting down, Blair thought, bitterly, *Oh, I'm sure you can,
Jim.* He'd noticed the way the two men had reacted to each
other, and he watched with jealousy as Jim and the other man went
into the office.

Once the two men were in the office, Harm settled himself into a
chair and Jim perched on the edge of the desk across from him.
"What would you like to know, Commander?" Jim asked.

"Please, call me Harm, Detective. I'm interested in hearing what
you found at the scene and your impressions of what happened,"
Harm replied.

"Okay, and you can call me Jim. We were called to the scene and
found a young man, in his mid 20's shot once in the head, in a
red convertible," Jim said, as he thought back. The young man had
been blond, with a tanning salon tan, and looked like a Ken
doll(tm)--and their investigation had shown the Ensign to have
about as many brains as a Ken doll(tm). "We investigated and
discovered he was an ensign from Cascade naval base, and the gun
used was standard Navy issue sidearm. Once we traced it to
another ensign, the investigation was turned over to the Base
MP's. There really isn't that much to tell, Harm. No connection
to drugs or any other sort of criminal activity. I was under the
impression, from what I've heard that it was a lover's quarrel."

"Yeah, that's pretty much what it turned out to be, Jim. But I
always like to get the impressions of the initial investigating
officers. I really appreciate your taking the time to talk with
me," Harm said, smiling at the older man as he stood up.

"No problem, Harm, anything I can do to help," Jim replied,
reaching out to shake Harm's hand again. As the Commander reached
to open the door, Jim spoke. "Harm, would you like to go out to
dinner tonight?"

Turning to look at the detective, Harm smiled, "I'd love to Jim,
but I've been invited to dinner with the C/O and I can't get out
of it. However, I am free tomorrow night, and would love to have
dinner with you."

"Good. I know this great restaurant, Palmer's. Meet you there at
7?" Jim asked.

"Sounds good to me, Jim. See you tomorrow," Harm said, as he
walked out of the office, very glad he'd come to visit this
detective. Looked like his six months here in Cascade might not
be so boring after all.

The next evening

Jim was glad that Blair also had dinner plans and had already
left to go meet his latest gal pal. Jim was having a hellish time
deciding what to wear, *God, I haven't been this nervous about a
date in a long time* he thought as he decided on a sky blue,
collarless, silk shirt, which matched his eyes. He wore a pair of
navy blue dress pants with the shirt.

Jim arrived at the restaurant early, and found that Harm was
already there. Harm looked gorgeous, with a hunter green dress
shirt and black pants, the shirt setting off his eyes.

Harm and Jim sat there, in a comfortable silence, just taking
each other in, and after placing their orders, Harm spoke, "Jim,
I'm curious, are you ex-military by any chance?"

Laughing, Jim replied, "It's that obvious is it? Yeah, I was a
Captain in the Army, 7th group anti-insurgency division. I got
out about 6 years ago, after a crash in Peru--my crew was killed,
and I was stranded there for 18 months."

"I remember reading about that, it must have been hellish, Jim,"
Harm said, as their meals arrived. The two spent the rest of the
evening in quiet conversation, enjoying each other's company. As
they rose to leave after finishing their meal, Harm reached out
and touched Jim's arm, "Jim, would you like to come back to my
place?"

Jim looked pleasantly surprised, "Won't that be a little
inconvenient, I mean barracks aren't the most private of places,
Harm."

"No, I'm not in barracks, they didn't have the room, so I've got
a little house in the PMQ's--very private," Harm explained.

"Then I'd love to come over, Harm," Jim said, smiling. "I'll
follow you in my truck, okay?"

"Okay," Harm replied, as the two men left, each going to their
own vehicle. On the way over, Jim realized he'd better call home
and let Blair know he wasn't planning to be back tonight, he
didn't want the younger man to worry too much.


After they were inside Harm's house, the two men stood there,
staring at each until finally, Jim pulled the younger man into an
embrace, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Harm moaned as
he felt Jim's tongue tracing across his lips and opened his mouth
allowing the other man entrance. His own tongue snaked into Jim's
mouth, and they shared a long kiss, each wanting to know the
other, enjoying the tastes they found. Lack of oxygen finally
forced them apart, and looking at Jim, Harm whispered, hoarsely,
"I want you to stay with me tonight, Jim, please."

"I'd like nothing better, Harm," Jim answered quietly, as Harm
led him into the bedroom. Both men undressed quickly and
efficiently, and both carefully folded their clothes, placing
them on the chair. Jim looked at the man before him, Harm was
gorgeous, wiry but well muscled, with a hairy chest and a
beautiful cock.

Harm looked at Jim, taking in the older man's muscular body, the
planes of his chest, the washboard stomach, smooth and hairless
except for the line of hair from his navel to the pubic hair just
above his wonderfully erect penis. Harm moved and pulled Jim to
him for another passionate kiss, as he pushed the bigger man onto
the bed, laying on to of him. Both men moaned as Harm rubbed his
cock against Jim's, and Jim wrapped his arms around his lover,
stroking his back.

Breaking the kiss, Harm kissed his way up Jim's strong jaw to his
ear, gently sucking on the lobe, licking around his ear, then
blowing softly on the wet flesh, making Jim moan, deep in his
throat. Jim tilted his head back as he felt Harm's mouth on his
neck, allowing the other man better access. Harm explored his way
down Jim's body, until he reached his nipple's. He sucked one of
the nubs into his mouth, gently grazing it with his teeth as he
released it, then flicking it with his tongue. Harm repeated this
several times, first with one then with the other nipple, loving
the way it made his lover writhe beneath him.

"Oh, Harm, please," Jim whispered.

"Please what, Jim?" he asked as nuzzled Jim's navel.

"Go down on me, suck my cock, please..."

Harm moved down and took one of Jim's balls in his mouth, gently
sucking on it, releasing it and doing the same to the other,
while his fingers gently caressed Jim's inner thighs. Jim was
moaning now, he could barely keep still, the sensations were so
arousing. From the touch of his lover's hands on his thighs, to
his warm mouth on his balls, to the scent of Harm's arousal. Jim
gasped as he felt Harm's tongue flick across the head of his
erection, and Jim arched his hips up, wanting his cock in that
hot mouth.

Harm held Jim's hips down as he slowly sucked Jim's erection into
his mouth and he deep throated the other man, moving his mouth up
and down Jim's cock. Pulling away from Jim's cock, Harm coated
one of his fingers with saliva, and as he took Jim's penis back
into his mouth, he reached around and pushed his finger into
Jim's anus, causing Jim to cry out. Jim didn't think he was going
to last long, with that mouth on his cock and Harm's finger
moving in and out of his ass, and then he felt Harm drag his
finger across Jim's prostate. That was it, Jim cried out, feeling
Harm swallow his ejaculate as he came in the other man's mouth.
Jim was speechless as he felt Harm move up his body to kiss him,
letting him taste himself on the other man.

"Jim, I want to fuck you, do you want it?" Harm whispered into
the other man's ear, making him shudder.

"Yes, oh yes, Harm please. I want you," Jim answered, as Harm
moved over and opening the nightstand drawer, took out some lube
and condoms. Jim looked at him, smiling, eyebrow raised.

"Always be prepared, that's my motto, Jim," Harm answered the
unasked question.

"So, you were a boy scout, too, huh?" Jim teased gently, as he
watched Harm open the lube and spread some on his fingers.

"Yeah, I was. How do you want to do this?" Harm asked his lover.

"On my back, I want to be able to see you," Jim replied quietly,
and sighed as he felt Harm push a finger into him. Jim sighed as
he felt Harm add a second, then a third finger, wanting to make
sure Jim was loose enough. When Jim started thrusting against his
three fingers, Harm quickly opened the condom, rolling it down
his erection, and applying lube to it. He leaned down and kissed
Jim as he slowly pushed into his lover, savouring the sensation
of being inside the man.

Once Harm was all the way in, he paused, letting Jim get used to
him, moaning when he felt Jim push back against him. Harm wanted
to take this slow and easy, but Jim kept urging him to fuck him,
hard, and he complied, knowing he wasn't going to last much
longer. As he felt his orgasm overtake him, Harm thrust, hard,
one last time into his lover, crying out Jim's name, then he
collapsed on top of the bigger man. Harm withdrew his cock from
his lover, and discarded the condom, then curled up next to Jim,
enjoying being held by the other man. They didn't say much, just
lay there, holding each other as they fell asleep.



The sound of the key in the lock of the door brought Jim out of
his reverie. He and Harm had had a thoroughly enjoyable affair,
which both of them realized from the beginning it would be that:
an affair. Harm was only stationed in Cascade for six months, on
temporary assignment to the JAG office there, and would be going
back to Virginia and JAG headquarters when it was over. Both men
knew that long distance affairs never worked very well,
especially a gay one within the military. They had parted as
friends, with wonderful memories.
Of course, Jim knew that the man he really wanted, he didn't
think he could ever have, after all, Blair was as straight as
they came...