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Three Sheets
by Kikkimax
Jim sighed heavily as he maneuvered his uncooperative burden through the
door. He vowed to have a long chat with Rafe and Brown for returning his Guide
in such a state, bachelor party or not. He could still hear them sniggering as
they exited the elevator on the ground floor, something about three sheets to
the wind.
"Are we there yet?" Sandburg slurred as he entered the loft one hip
at a time, balancing only by benefit of his long suffering Sentinel.
"Not yet, Chief. Just a little further."
"You missed a great party, man. Sorry you had to work."
"Well somebody had to keep the bad guys at bay while most of Cascade's
finest made complete fools of themselves. Poor Murphy is gonna suffer at the
altar tomorrow."
"I could use a nap."
"It's three am. I think we should probably go to bed."
"I'm down with that," Blair giggled drunkenly.
"Uh huh," Jim agreed as they crossed the last few feet to reach
Sandburg's room. "Here ya go, Sunshine."
"Sunshine? I like that," Blair admitted as his feet ceased to
function.
"You do, huh?" Jim asked absently as he used his knees to nudge his
besotted roommate's legs one at a time the last few steps to the edge of the
bed.
"Yeah," Blair sighed dreamily. "It's romantic."
Jim chuckled at that. "I don't know about romantic…"
"Cause it's not all about sex you know."
"It's not? What's not?" Jim questioned as he stopped Blair's rapid
descent. "Who said anything about sex?"
"You did," Blair uttered matter-of-factly as Jim turned him around
so that he could undo his pants. Blair cheerfully untied Jim's robe and slid his
hands inside to run them up the warm flesh of the muscled back.
"Whoa, Chief," Jim gasped in surprise. "What are you
doing?"
"What are you doing?" Blair returned, sounding confused.
"I'm trying to get you undressed so I can go back to bed."
"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry I thought we were doing something else."
"Come on, Blair. Help me out here," Jim groaned.
"I am helping," Blair declared, not stopping his sensual
exploration of his partner's skin. "I'm helping myself."
"Damn it, Blair," Jim groused as his secret, forbidden temptation
threatened to overwhelm him. "Not like this," he whispered gutturally.
"Now help me so I can get out of here before we do something you'll regret
in the morning."
"Never regret," Blair murmured, his chin dropping to his chest.
Once again, Jim caught him before he hit the floor and settled him on the side
of the bed. Blair moved quickly considering his current state and managed to
meet Jim's lips briefly with his own.
Jim gently disengaged and lowered his head. "Not tonight, Chief,"
he replied reluctantly.
"When?"
"I don't know, maybe tomorrow," Jim answered wistfully, knowing it
was only a lie so that he could retreat to the safety of his lonely room and
that Blair would forget all about the stolen kiss by morning.
"It's a date," Blair answered clearly.
As Jim bent down to untie Blair's Nikes he realized that the overpowering
smell of alcohol he'd tried to tune out at the door had all but disappeared with
Rafe and Brown. Raising his head he gazed straight into lucid blue eyes.
Blair placed a hand lovingly on Jim's cheek. "Busted," he smiled
triumphantly.
The End
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