Dinner: Reprise

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Drawing in a deep breath, Brian Rafe looked down at the bottle of wine he held and wondered if he had read the situation correctly. He thought he had, hoped he had, but still... He shook his head, smiling at the memory of the dinner invitation. More like a command than an invitation, he snorted inwardly. He'd stood there, shattered from the effects of their "coffee break", while Jim Ellison told him Blair expected him for dinner.

He wondered - did Blair expect him for *dinner*, or did Blair expect *him* for dinner? Laughing at the images that crossed his brain, he hoped fervently it was both. Still laughing, he raised his hand and knocked.

Blair's warm voice drifted through the door. "Come on in - it's open!" Rafe frowned and turned the doorknob. Blair looked over from the kitchen, smiling at him.

"You know, you shouldn't leave your door unlocked." Rafe crossed the loft, handing the wine to the other man. "You never know who might be out there."

"Most of the psychos tend to break the door down rather than knock," Blair said dryly. "Voice of experience here."

Blair laughed and shook his head. Rafe felt his groin tighten at the sight of that hair, moving freely around Blair's face. He remembered how it felt... Swallowing, he forced his attention back to Blair's voice.

"...and Jim, you're all the same. Not one of you feels safe unless you're behind three locks and a deadbolt!" Blair chuckled and turned back to the stove, turning the heat down and stirring the contents of a large pot.

"Just stew." Blair crossed the room to tuck the wine into the refrigerator. "Filling, tasty, and it can sit for a while. I make it a lot when I'm not sure when Jim will make it home."

"Speaking of which, I thought he'd be here by now. He was going to leave work right after I did, I thought."

Blair nodded. "Yeah, he was. But he got a call from a snitch - called here and said he'd be about an hour later than he planned. First break he'd gotten all day on anything, he said." Blair grinned over at Rafe. "At least on any cases!"

Rafe felt himself blush as Blair went on, his eyes twinkling. "And how was your day, Brian?"

"It was... good," he said, fumbling for words and blushing more when Blair laughed.

Taking pity on him, Blair turned away to stir the stew again, turning the heat off underneath it. "That's done," he said with satisfaction. "It'll just need to be warmed up when Jim gets home, and the bread can go in the oven at the same time. Salad's already made, so dinner's ready." He looked over at Rafe. "I'm going to take a shower."

Blair's tone was matter-of-fact, and Rafe smiled. "I'd love to," he said honestly.

Blair grinned over at him, and Rafe felt his cock leap at the promise in that smile. The other man turned and walked into the bathroom, Rafe following as if being pulled. There were towels piled high on the sink, and a pair of sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt beside the towels. Blair gestured to them.

Shaking his head, Blair began to pull his shirt over his head. Rafe stared at him, his mouth going dry as the warm skin was revealed. Blair laughed as his head emerged and he met Rafe's eyes. "You going to shower in your clothes, Brian?"

"Huh? Oh. No," Brian shook his head and began to undress, shivering as he felt Blair's eyes run over him. This was... he didn't know what it was. The other times had been so heated, so quick, that he hadn't had time to wonder about how he looked, if he lived up to... well, let's face it. If he lived up to Jim Ellison, he thought wryly.

"You're beautiful, Brian," Blair said quietly. "Don't doubt that." Rafe stared at him.

Blair stood naked before him, his body glowing in the soft light from the bathroom fixtures. Rafe swallowed hard as he looked at the other man. Blair laughed gently.

"You're feeling the same way I felt when Jim and I first got together. Jim is..." Blair shrugged. "He's perfect. Don't tell him I said that, he'll just growl at you. But he is. I never thought I was good enough for him." He shrugged again, looking down at himself. "I'm not bad. And I take care of myself. But I'm not perfect. You know something, though? Jim thinks I am. And I'm not going to tell him otherwise."

Blair stepped closer to him, reaching out to touch his chest. "Thanks, man. But you're a lot closer to perfect than I am. Look at you!" Blair's hand traced a line along his ribs, then lifted to touch his face. "You're beautiful, Brian."

Rafe laughed, the comment breaking the tension he'd felt. "Me, too," he replied, peeling off his pants quickly. Blair leaned into the shower, adjusting the water to a comfortable temperature, then stepped in. "Coming?" he asked, his tone wicked.

To the detective's surprise, Blair was quite serious about getting clean. The two men soaped each other thoroughly, but swiftly, with no lingering touches anywhere. Rafe blinked when Blair handed him the shampoo bottle, but accepted readily, enjoying the feeling of cleansing Blair's soft, thick hair. Rinsing off was just as fast, and as Rafe watched the last suds disappearing down the drain, he laughed softly.

Looking over at the other man, Rafe laughed again. "This wasn't exactly what I expected from showering together, that's all."

"Really?" Blair's tone was soft, but Rafe blinked as he found himself pinned against the shower wall, Blair's body firm against his. "And what were you expecting, detective?"

Rafe opened his mouth to answer only to find it filled with Blair's tongue as Blair claimed his mouth in a deep, hard kiss. He moaned as Blair's hands slipped down his back to cup his ass, pulling him harder into Blair's body. Their erections touched and Rafe moaned again.

Warm water ran over them, heightening sensation as slippery flesh rubbed together. Blair's hands caressed Rafe's back, sending shivers of desire and need through his skin. He tilted his head as Blair moved his mouth onto his neck, gasping for air as the other man nipped his Adam's apple. Blair's mouth moved lower slowly, and Rafe arched into it as Blair finally closed his teeth over an aching nipple.

"God, Blair!" he managed to choke out, shaking with want as his lover sucked at the tight flesh. Blair lifted his head to look up at him and Rafe groaned at the loss.

Laughing despite himself, Rafe cried out as Blair attached himself to the other nipple, his hands slipping between them to tease over Rafe's stomach and thighs. Rafe moaned, panting as he leaned against the shower wall, his cock weeping as the water carried the liquid away. "Please," he managed.

As if to reward him, Blair's hand ghosted over him. Rafe shook, his erection growing impossibly at the direct stimulation. His hips thrust, finding nothing as Blair pulled his hand away. "Blair...!" he wailed.

Blair looked up at him, eyes dilated and black, a wild smile on his face. "We'll get there, Brian," he said, his voice tight with his own desire. "I promise."

Rafe panted as Blair stroked a hand across his stomach, the muscles leaping in response. Blair laughed softly. "What do you want?"

Rafe stared at him uncomprehendingly. Blair laughed again. "My hand?" he asked. "My mouth? My ass?"

Blair nodded. Rafe shook as Blair waited for his decision. His mind flashed on the first time they'd been together, and he almost came at the image alone.

Blair smiled slowly, then slid down Rafe's body gracefully, rubbing against him as he went. Rafe howled as Blair's mouth closed over him, the skilled tongue swirling around his head and probing at the weeping slit. He braced his hands to either side as waves of sensation rolled over him. Fighting the urge to thrust deeper and deeper, to drive himself into that amazing heat, he closed his eyes, his only focus the building need in his groin. He gasped as Blair's hands came to rest on his hips and Blair took him deeper than he'd thought possible.

He could feel the throat muscles rippling around him as Blair swallowed, could feel Blair's tongue still flicking lightly on the underside of his shaft. He could... he went over the edge, dimly aware of shouting Blair's name as he came down his lover's throat.

He slid down the shower wall to sit on the floor, his legs too weak to hold him up any longer. Blair held him as he gasped, and he opened his eyes to meet the other man's smug gaze.

He laughed weakly, attempting to swat at Blair. Blair just caught his hand, nipping it lightly, then licking away the tiny pain.

"I could use a hand here," Blair admitted, his face wry. Rafe shifted to his knees, facing the other man.

Blair smiled, then gasped as Rafe's hand touched his erection. "Yeah. Oh, yeah," he said, his eyes drifting closed. "Just like that."

Rafe watched his face, loving the way Blair looked as he approached orgasm, loving the way he looked as he came in long spurts, his come washed away by the cooling water. Loving being able to hold him as he rested afterwards, if only for a few minutes. The water chilling rapidly, it wasn't long before Blair stirred.

Blair turned and studied him, and Rafe felt his ears turning red. Then Blair nodded and stepped out of the shower. "I'll remember that," he answered quietly.

Dried and dressed, the two men wandered out of the bathroom to the smells of hot stew and warm bread. Jim looked up from his seat at the kitchen table, setting aside his magazine.