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Blair woke, slowly realizing that although he was wrapped around someone in his and Jim's bed, that someone wasn't Jim. Opening his eyes, he smiled as he looked into Brian Rafe's sleeping face. Memory flooded him, and he felt his body responding. A wicked smile crossing his face, he moved slightly, slipping down along Rafe's relaxed form until he reached his goal.

Short, gentle licks began his plan, progressing steadily as the nipple he laved hardened to a peak. Grinning, he transferred his attention to the other, chuckling softly as he heard a low moan. Looking up, he gazed into Rafe's stunned eyes.

He watched the memory of the afternoon they'd just spent spill through Rafe's eyes, leaving shocked delight behind. The detective flushed deeply, opening his mouth again. Rising up, he stopped the words with a long kiss.

Sliding a hand between the two of them, he stroked gently along Rafe's half-hard erection, smiling as he felt it growing under his touch. Running his thumb over the head, he kissed the other man again, then slid down to nip sharply at his chest. Rafe hissed, moaning as Blair soothed the pain away with his tongue.

Blair rocked against Rafe, their cocks rubbing together briefly. He felt Rafe shudder at the contact. Taking a deep breath, he pulled away slightly. "Yes, Brian?"

Blair smiled. "We never got to that, did we?" He leaned down, lips claiming Rafe's, pulling back as the detective moaned. Hand returning to Rafe's cock, he traced lightly along its length with a fingernail. "We'll talk about it later, okay?"

Obviously lost in sensation, Rafe only nodded. Blair's smile widened. "I thought it might be," he whispered, lowering his head to taste Rafe's navel. His hair trailed over the heated flesh, producing a whimper of need. Rafe's hips bucked upward.

Blair looked up at the amused voice. Jim stood at the top of the stairs, a platter in his hand. Letting his eyes trail over his lover's nude form appreciatively, Blair shook his head. "Just warming up, big guy."

Setting the platter down on the dresser, Jim moved toward the bed, stretching out on Rafe's other side. Blair looked down at Rafe, seeing the strained look in the detective's eyes. He shook his head. "What's worrying you, Brian?"

Running a hand lightly along Rafe's leg, Jim glanced over at Blair. Blair smiled at him, then returned his attention to Rafe. The other man stared up at him, then looked over to Jim. "You... the two of you..."

"Ah." Blair sighed. " I guess we talk about it now after all." He moved to lie next to Rafe, snuggling close to him. Jim continued to stroke softly along Rafe's body, his touch soothingly slow.

"We always will be." Blair glanced over at Jim, smiling at the love plain in the Sentinel's eyes. "That doesn't mean that we're blind, or that we can't care about other people. We do care about you, Brian Rafe, very much. And you want something that we can give you, that we'll enjoy too. We don't have a problem with that."

The Sentinel laughed softly. "Oh, yes," he answered, nudging his body against Rafe's, his desire obvious. "Both of us."

"No." Blair's tone was undeniably final. "This is friendship. It's what we want, Brian. The only question is, do you still want it?"

Blair stared into Rafe's eyes, feeling the other man's doubts. He smiled, "Do you want us, Brian?"

Blair sighed softly. "Good. Now," his smile turned wicked again, "where were we?"

Shaking his head, he sat up, moving to lean over the other two as Jim turned Rafe slightly on his side, pulling him back against himself. Rafe gasped as Jim's erection rubbed against his ass, the gasp turning into a groan as Blair trailed his hair down his chest to his groin. Rafe's half-soft penis jerked as the silky strands trailed over it, and Blair laughed delightedly.

Blair glared at his lover as Rafe laughed shakily. "Yeah," the younger detective said, then arched as Jim's mouth closed over his shoulder, teeth grazing along the juncture of back and neck. Blair laughed. "That's one of Jim's," he said. As Rafe shuddered under the sensation, Blair returned to his original plan, tongue diving deep into Rafe's navel. As it swirled along the tender skin, his hand moved gently along Rafe's leg, slipping between to cradle the heavy sac. Rafe panted, his body jerking uncontrollably in response to the unexpected touch.

Jim thrust gently against Rafe, making Blair grin as the motion caused Rafe to push backwards. Stroking his fingers carefully around the base of the scrotum, he pressed against the perineum, Rafe's moans long and continuous in his ears. Pulling his hand up, he wrapped his fingers around the base of the now weeping cock that pushed against Rafe's belly. As Rafe thrust into his grip, then backwards against Jim, Blair licked delicately at the tip, then pulled the head into his mouth.

Rafe cried out, trying wildly to thrust into Blair's mouth, his hips held by Jim's hands. Blair sucked at the large organ, his tongue alternately flicking against the weeping slit, then running around the head. Reluctantly, sensing that Rafe was about to come, he released his grip, allowing the cock to slip from his mouth. Rafe moaned in protest, still trying to thrust.

"Don't want it over so soon," Blair panted, his own desire beginning to become overwhelming. "We're gonna make this so good for you, Brian."

Rafe panted, gasping for air as he retreated from the brink. His cock dripped continuously, pre-come shining at the slit. "Trust me," he managed to gasp between breaths, "it is."

"It's going to get better," Jim said, large hands pulling Rafe back against him. Rafe moaned as he felt the press of Jim's erect penis. Involuntarily, he pushed further against Jim. Blair looked at Jim, seeing the savage control the Sentinel was keeping himself under.

Jim's surprised chuckle and suddenly gentle movements made Blair relax. He watched as Jim pulled away from Rafe briefly, snagging the lube and condoms from the nightstand. Listening to the low explanation of what was going to happen, he remembered the first time he and Jim had made love. Jim's gentleness and patience had surprised him then. Watching as Jim slowly pushed a finger within Rafe, Blair smiled as he remembered how incredible it had felt. The second finger made Rafe gasp, the tip grazing the prostate. Jim withdrew, making Rafe moan, then returned with a third. Rafe pushed back onto Jim's fingers eagerly.

Jim's fingers slid in and out, meeting the thrusts. Rafe panted, writhing on Jim's hand. Blair stared at the sight, his own need building. When Jim pulled away, both men moaned. Jim peeled open the package, rolling the latex onto himself, then slowly coated the organ with lube. Blair watched, then looked up to meet his lover's dark eyes. Jim grinned at him, then ran his fingertip slowly down Rafe's back, flicking it across his entrance. Rafe's gasp made both men look back at him.

Moving forward, Jim pressed his cock against Rafe's opening. Rafe moaned, trying to push backward, held still by Jim's hands. "Let me do this," the Sentinel said. Rafe pushed back again, then lay still, breathing heavily. Jim pushed forward slightly, then a bit more, steadily working into the hot passage. "Relax," he breathed into Rafe's ear.

Blair moaned as he watched the length slowly disappearing inside Rafe. Reaching forward, he stroked along Rafe's erection, coaxing it back to full hardness as Jim buried himself fully within the other man. The two lay still for a moment, then Rafe pushed backward. Jim pulled out slightly, then slid back in. Blair's hand slid along Rafe's cock, the other finding himself.

Rafe and Jim moved together slowly, Blair's hands finding the same rhythm. As Jim's strokes grew harder and faster, urgency built in all three men. Rafe came first, crying out as fluid spilled from him in long spurts. Jim's climax followed, as clenching muscles pulled it from him. The two men lay still, panting, as Blair stroked himself to completion, then fell forward to lie entangled with them.

Long moments later, they stirred. Mouths met, tenderly, as Jim and Blair kissed each other, affirming their love. Together, they turned to Rafe, renewing their friendship. The three men cuddled comfortably for an unknown time. Then a voice came.

"Shower. Then food, Chief," came the firm command. "Rafe? Are you staying for breakfast?"