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Jim Ellison woke to the snick of the loft door closing. Stretching out his hearing, he smiled lazily as he heard his partner's voice. Blair was muttering to himself as he headed down the hallway to the stairs.

"Jim, if that woke you up, I'm just headed down to the bakery. Sorry about that, big guy. The door slipped out of my hands just as I had it almost closed. I know you're used to my moving around inside, and that doesn't wake you most of the time anymore, but I was hoping to get out and back while you were still asleep. Maybe I still can."

Blair's tone held no conviction. Jim grinned as his Guide continued. "But probably not. So if Brian wakes up while I'm gone," Jim's grin widened at the sudden huskiness to Blair's voice, "the two of you go ahead and start without me, all right? I'll catch up when I get back."

Bringing his senses back to the loft, Jim opened his eyes, catching his breath at the sight in front of him. Rafe lay sprawled across the bed, his face soft and open in the morning light that streamed in through the skylight. Without the tension the other detective's face usually showed, Jim could see the beauty that had drawn the three of them together. He'd seen it last night, but in daylight it was...

He shook his head slightly, feeling his cock stir as he continued to study Brian Rafe. He'd been shocked when Blair had first made the suggestion that they seduce the other man, scoffing at Blair's insistence that Rafe wanted them. But after a few days, he'd had to admit that, as usual, Blair was right. And yesterday...

Rafe turned slightly, his body angling more toward Jim. Jim's breath came faster as he watched, remembering the feeling of that body beneath his, shifting as he wondered how it would feel in the reverse situation. It was Sunday, he thought suddenly. He had time to find out.

Rafe stirred, his eyes blinking sleepily before he focused on Jim. He smiled, sweet and uncertain. "Morning," he offered.

Jim smiled back. "Morning." His voice was welcoming and he watched the uncertainty drain away from the younger detective. Rafe glanced across the bed. "Where's Blair?"

"Okay." Rafe lay still, his eyes sweeping over Jim, widening slightly as they reached his groin. He wet his lips unconsciously, causing Jim's penis to harden even more.

Rafe looked startled. "Shouldn't we wait for Blair? Not that I mind, but..." His body was already shifting toward Jim.

"No." Jim crossed the narrowing distance, claiming Rafe's lips in a gentle kiss. "He said we could start without him."

Rafe moaned as Jim's lips left his to trail down his neck. Jim smiled as he heard the low tone, then arched as Rafe's hands began to move over him. He hissed as they slid down his back to cup his ass. Rafe pulled them away.

Rafe chuckled. "Not going to, Ellison." He sat up, leaning over Jim. "You know," he began to trail his fingertips lightly over Jim's ribs, sending hot spikes of sensation shooting through Jim, "I spent a lot of time thinking about being in bed with Blair. Didn't ever really let myself think about being in bed with you."

Jim moaned as Rafe's fingers moved to settle upon his right nipple, teasing lightly at the erect peak while the other hand stroked circles across his flank. "Why not?" he gasped.

"Because I couldn't ever see you letting me do what I really wanted to do with you." Rafe leaned down, flicking his tongue over the hard nipple, moving his hand to the other one. Jim writhed, pushing up into Rafe's mouth, moaning again at the scrape of teeth over his sensitive skin. Rafe laughed lightly, the vibrations rushing into Jim's nerve endings.

"I wanted Blair to make love to me," he said, moving down along Jim's belly, his tongue leaving a trail of heat behind it. "But you? I wanted... I want... to take you. To do the things to you that you did to me last night."

Jim gasped as Rafe neared his groin, the hard organ begging for attention, then pulled away. "Rafe," he protested. "Hmmm," came the answer from the man looking intently at him. Rafe bent down, licking gently at the tip of Jim's straining cock, his hands holding Jim's hips, keeping him from pushing upward.

"Oh, yeah, Ellison," he breathed. "I'm gonna do you." He shifted back, no longer touching Jim. "Turn over."

Jim turned, almost sobbing with relief as his erection came into contact with the bed. He rubbed against it slowly, only to be stopped by Rafe's commanding voice. "Up on your hands and knees, Ellison," the other man said. "I don't want you touching anything."

Reluctantly, Jim obeyed, his cock growing impossibly larger as the cool air touched it. He waited, panting, for Rafe's next move.

Rafe just looked at him for a moment. Jim's skin twitched, aware of every air current that passed through the loft. He closed his eyes, willing Rafe to just do something... anything. Finally, Rafe moved, leaning over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube and a condom. Jim listened, his breath harsh, as the other detective prepared himself, then gasped as cool fingers touched him. He dropped his head, pushing backwards, as a finger slipped gently inside him.

Soon joined by a second, then a third, the fingers moved within him, stretching and massaging until Jim thought he might just explode. Pushing back violently, he writhed on Rafe's hand, sobbing with need as it was suddenly withdrawn. "Soon," the dark voice promised. Jim shook as he waited.

At last Rafe moved up behind him, the tip of the other man's sheathed penis pressing firmly against Jim's opening. Rafe pushed gently, almost tentatively, driving Jim mad with need. Bucking backwards, he hissed as he was penetrated deeply. Rafe's hands came to his hips, holding him still. "Don't do that again," he heard dimly.

Rafe continued his maddeningly slow entrance, strong hands keeping Jim from pushing backwards until he was fully penetrated. Finally, finally, Jim could feel Rafe nestled against him, but he still was not allowed to move. He groaned with frustration as Rafe began to slide out just as slowly.

Jim panted, unable to speak, as Rafe stilled, then replied. "Jim said it was okay if we..."

"Oh, yeah, man," Blair breathed. "This is hot. Just one thing." He crossed the room to the dresser, pulling a drawer open. Jim trembled with need as he realized what Blair was doing. He moaned as gentle hands skillfully wrapped the leather around him, the cock ring making him want release even more, just as it prevented that release. Blair's hand stroked his face lovingly, the caress a promise. "It's going to be so good, big guy."

He could feel Rafe shiver as Blair moved back, and he heard the soft rustle of his Guide removing his clothing. His eyes remained stubbornly closed, his attention fixed upon touch and sound. But that was enough.

The movement of Blair's hand along Rafe's body caused tremors to run through the other detective, making Jim shake. Blair's voice came soft and clear. "I'm going to take you, Brian, right now. While you're in Jim. Then I'll take Jim." His Guide laughed, obviously seeing the shudder that ran through his Sentinel. "Looking forward to it, big guy?"

Jim's world narrowed to the feeling of Rafe, writhing as Blair prepared him, pushing back onto Blair's fingers, pushing forward into Jim. Prevented from coming by the leather cock ring Blair had placed, the Sentinel could only ride the waves of sensation pouring through him as Blair entered Rafe, his Guide's movements enhancing and augmenting Rafe's own. He was gasping, drowning in need, when Rafe convulsed, coming hard and long into him. Blair continued moving for a moment, then stiffened and drove hard into Rafe's body.

Jim collapsed under the two men, his erection painfully hard against the bed. Blair pulled out, rolling Rafe to the side. The younger detective sprawled bonelessly across the bed. Jim groaned, rubbing unconsciously against the mattress in an effort to find release.

Jim rolled over, every brush against his skin a marvelous torment. The air flowing over his body made him moan, and his hand drifted downward to stop at a firm no from Blair. "Hold on a minute, big guy," his Guide said. "I'll take care of you."

He opened his eyes, looking over at Blair. Seeing the loving promise in his partner's eyes, he relaxed slightly. Blair would take care of him. Blair always did. But it wasn't long before he was moving again, the stimulated skin too sensitive to allow him to remain still. Blair laughed softly.

Moving rapidly, Jim returned to his previous position. Blair laughed again. "I guess so." Moving over, Blair leaned against him, hands roaming slowly over the Sentinel. Jim moaned and gasped, pushing into Blair's touches.

After what felt like an eon, Blair moved to kneel behind Jim. Entering Jim with a long, swift stroke, he began the rapid, hard movement Jim craved. Pushing back hard against his Guide, Jim moaned with each stroke, his cock aching, his need for release building with every moment. Blair kissed his back gently, his hand slipping around to Jim's front.

Jim cried out with frustration, feeling Blair's hand slide teasingly along his cock.

"And I'm yours," he heard, just before the cock ring slipped free and teeth fastened on his neck. He howled as he felt his release begin, and then his world exploded.

Jim woke to hear voices from the kitchen. Sniffing, his stomach growled. Standing carefully, he stretched, smiling at the dull ache he felt. Pulling his robe on, he padded down the stairs and into the bathroom. After a moment, he emerged, heading into the kitchen.

Peering over Blair's shoulder, he nuzzled his partner's neck as he wrinkled his nose at the frying pan. Looking over at Rafe, he laughed at the look of disgust as the other detective stared at the food frying in the skillet.