So Doing It
by Castalie
As Jim came out of the elevator- more by reflex than anything, he opened his
senses toward the loft, and like the eavesdropper Sandburg often accused him to
be, he listened almost distractedly to what was happening inside. Of course,
Jim always defended himself, it wasn’t eavesdropping if a) you weren’t really
listening to what was happening but merely hearing it and b) you didn’t even do
it consciously.
The Sentinel unconsciously relaxed when his senses told him everything appeared
to be all right, and pushed the door open.
He smiled at the sight that greeted him.
His lover was sprawled on his back on the couch, head turned toward the TV, his
legs bent and slightly spread. He was wearing comfortable sweats- riding low on
his hips, Jim couldn’t help but notice. In his sprawl, his sweater and shirt
had been slightly pulled up, displaying a delicious bit of skin. Jim zeroed in
on the patch, and his mind started to think about the other parts of his
lover’s body that were still hidden by the clothes, and how he was going to
bare them very soon, and finally get the feast he’d been craving for the last
eight days.
Blair had a bad case of the flu for the past week. He’d been one of the last
ones at the precinct to catch it, but once he’d been hit, the poor man had been
hit hard, and he had spent his time sleeping the sleep of the highly fevered,
and being thoroughly miserable. In the last two days, though, Blair had been
getting better, and Jim could tell it was finally over today. He took a
discreet sniff- yeah, Blair didn’t smell either sick or like a walking --well
sleeping was more like it-- medicine bottle.
The Sentinel hoped Blair felt rested enough, because he wouldn’t mind some
sweet loving, and soon. See, he could be solicitous. The hot and dirty stuff,
he could wait a little to get, he would just make long and slow love to Blair
for now.
How lucky Sandburg was to have him for a lover!
Chuckling at his stupid thoughts, Jim walked to the couch.
Bending, he kissed him on the lips, smiling when the taste was pure Blair as
well. “Hey Chief. You feeling better today?”
“I feel perfectly fine, Jim,” answered his guide with a smile of his own.
“Good.” The older man sat on the couch, running a hand along Blair’s still bent
legs, and finally curving an arm around them, effectively trapping them. He
kissed the denim-clad knee quickly to show he didn’t mean business- yet. His
touch had been more soothing than arousing. As much as his cock wanted some
action, he would be content with some relaxing first. They had all night, after
all.
“So, you’ve been watching TV all day, babe?” Jim peeked at the TV, and smiled,
“And having your characters fucking each other blind- again?”
“Oh please, Jim, even you can’t deny it. They are so doing it! Just look at
their body language.” Blair was waving his hands in the direction of the screen
where a blond guy was being pulled up from the floor by a clearly upset and
worried dark-skinned man with Rasta on his head, who apparently didn’t know
anything about the subtle concept of personal space, or maybe just didn’t care
as far as his companion was concerned.
“Oh, that’s the show with the medium guy?”
Blair nodded absentmindedly, eyes riveted to the TV.
Knowing he would regret it, but needing some clarification about a point he was
sure Blair had made the last time he’d watched the show, Jim had to ask, “What
about this sheriff of yours? The buff guy? Didn’t you say he was doing your
medium too?”
Blair wriggled a little on the couch, making Jim almost lose his concentration
on the subject at hand. “Yeah, well, it’s easy to see, Jim, they’re both doing
Johnny. Don’t know yet if they’re just sharing him or if they’re a happy
threesome. I know they wouldn’t want to lose him, but I’m not sure they’re actually
fucking each other- so I’d say they just share him, yeah... and watch, of
course. They would love that.”
“Well, of course.” Jim couldn’t blame anyone but himself, he’d been the one to
ask after all. Then he chuckled. “You’re such a perv, Chief. Why can’t you just
watch TV the normal way like everybody else? You know, without any sexual
subtext?”
“Come on, man. It’s not my fault it’s so obvious each time! And talk about
subtext- all those characters, they’re practically all over each other, and all
the time, too. And you would be surprised as to what people really see when
they’re watching these shows.” He nodded to himself.
“All the time, uh?” Jim asked, with an amused smile on his face.
“All the time.” The younger man stretched his legs on Jim’s lap, smiling
himself when he felt his lover’s hands running from his ankles to his thigh in
a slow, sensual rhythm- to finally spread him a little wider.
“Skinner and Mulder? Jim, why do you think Skinner kept calling him to his
office, uh? And can you imagine what Mulder could do with those pouty lips of
his? Damn. Can you spell blowjob from under a desk? They were so doing it. And
let’s not even mention Krycek. Read my lips, so doing it.”
Blair’s breathing started to get slightly erratic when the hand didn’t stop in
its course but chose a path along his inner thigh. It didn’t stop him, though.
“And Fraser and Kowalski? You remember Fraser, don’t you? We always claimed he
was a Sentinel too. Fraser just looked too innocent for his own good. Those
two? So doing it.”
Jim still hadn’t uttered a word, but his hands were doing the talking for him.
He smiled smugly when Blair arched up on the couch. The Sentinel pulled the
sweats down, and licked his lips when he realized Blair had gone commando. He
left the pants at mid thigh and covered the rest of his lover’s body, pulling
the shirt even higher, baring as much of the chest as he could. He bit at the
neck presented to him.
“And what about Jim and Blair, Chief?”
Blair was already losing the battle with coherency as Jim started to stroke his
cock in earnest now, teasing his hole and devouring his mouth at the same time.
He gasped when his lover finally abandoned his mouth, and watched Jim slide
down his body again and finally swallow him whole.
He had time for a last line though, said between pants. “So doing it, Jim.”
Fin
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