After Hours
(NC-17)

"I dunno, Jim. Are you sure about this?"

Jim Ellison looked back at the reluctant man trailing behind him. Blair wasn't actually dragging his feet but only the grip Jim had on his arm was moving him forward.

"Don't you wuss out on me now, Sandburg. This whole thing was your idea in the first place." The night-shift at the station was underway and the building felt deserted compared to the daytime bustle they usually encountered.

Another tug and they were in the elevator. Jim pushed the button and the doors closed in front of them.

"My idea! All I said was that we were falling into a bit of a routine. Your bed or the shower."

"We've gone through this before, Chief. Your bed is too small and there's no way I'm risking embarrassing stains on the couch." The doors popped open and they stepped out onto their floor.

A pool of light in the far corner illuminated the only officer working Major Crimes that night. He glanced up, gave a little wave, then went back to his paperwork. Just Ellison and his hippie partner. It wasn't unusual for the detective to come in at odd hours to check on files or catch up on reports. As for Sandburg, most of the force had grown so accustomed to seeing him at Jim's side that it seemed strange only when he wasn't there.

"C'mon, Chief. The files I want are in Simon's office," Jim said, just loudly enough to carry to the other cop. He pulled Blair inside before the younger man could say anything stupid like 'what files?'

Once inside, Jim closed and locked the door, pleased to see that the shades were already down. Turning, he eyed Blair up and down. "All right, you. Let's see if we can get out of that rut."

"Jim...." Blair began hesitantly, "Simon's office? All I meant was -- ooomph! Hey, watch the zipper! I'd kinda like to keep the use of all my parts." Before he'd realized it, Blair found his jeans down around his ankles as Jim pushed him back towards the table in front of Simon's desk.

"I like the idea of you going without underwear, Chief," Jim murmured in his ear, hands coming up to pull off his plaid shirt.

"Yeah, well, it's not like it was a conscious fashion statement or anything. You pulled me out of bed, threw my clothes at me and said I could walk or be carried. Stopping to find my underwear was a luxury you didn't let me have."

Jim gave Blair a predatory smile. "You offended me, Chief. There we were, naked as the day we were born, your cock halfway down my throat, and all of a sudden you start talking about sexual ruts." He lifted Blair up on the table, then dropped to his knees between Blair's legs. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, Sandburg. All those times in here, talking to Simon, you sitting with your legs wide open, teasing me." His hands took Blair's hips in a firm embrace as he lowered his mouth to Blair's lap.

Blair felt Jim's hot breath on his semi-erect flesh. A soft kiss was pressed in the crease where hip met thigh. He braced his arms, elbows locked, on the table behind him, opening his legs wider to accommodate the width of Jim's shoulders. Blair looked down, his gaze trailing from Jim's short-cropped hair to his high forehead to those firm lips now opening to take the head of Blair's cock just barely inside.

"Oh, god, Jim," Blair groaned, eyes fluttering closed as he felt the tip of Jim's tongue skim around the crown of his shaft then dart along the sensitive underside. "Remind me to offend you more often."

He could feel each of Jim's fingers pressing against his hips, pulling him closer. The soft cotton of Jim's shirt brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, rubbing against the dense, curly hair at his groin. Blair's head fell back as he arched, hips thrusting up, trying to go deeper into that moist, inviting mouth. His buttocks clenched and tensed against the cool wood beneath him.

Jim controlled Blair's movements easily, setting a slow tempo as he sucked on Blair like a lollipop, then opened his throat and let Blair's hard cock slip in deeper. Jim hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head up and down, humming a little as shudders racked his Guide.

Every pulse in Blair's body seemed to concentrate in his cock. His breath came in shallow pants and disjointed words fell from his lips. "Oh, god....oh, Jim, please....oh, baby....please, so good, yes, yes.... oh, Jim...."

Jim felt the tenseness in Blair's body and snaked one hand beneath his body, cupping Blair's balls for a moment before moving up to the sensitive skin behind them. He circled Blair's anus with one finger, pressing lightly against the puckered opening. When he felt the first spasms overtake the smaller man, he pushed his finger just inside Blair's ass.

Blair's last coherent thought before he came was that he couldn't scream -- the officer outside might hear him. He clenched his teeth and moaned deep in his throat, the cords in his neck standing out from the strain. He thrust up into Jim's mouth, trusting the Sentinel's strength to hold him safely as he convulsed again and again.

When the last spasm finally faded away, Blair found himself leaning forward, draped over Jim's shoulder, clutching at him for support. Jim pulled back a bit and looked up, a smug expression on his face. "Exciting enough for you, Chief? A break in the dull routine?"

"Damn, Jim," Blair wheezed, "I'll never be able to sit here talking to Simon again. I apologize wholeheartedly for ever thinking our sex life could be boring." A mischievous smile lit his face. "Next time, what say we try my office?"

"You got it, Chief."

the end
12 March 1997