Fond of You

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Rafe looked up as the elevator door hissed open, feeling his groin tighten as he met Blair's dancing eyes. His off and on again lover (well, one of them) was in a mood.

And Rafe was delighted. It had been almost two weeks since he'd spent time with Jim or Blair outside of work, three heavy-duty cases keeping the men hopping. So the gleam in Blair's eyes was a welcome surprise.

He'd expected Jim and Blair to take time together now that the cases had been wrapped up, setting aside his wistful longing to be included in their peace. They were the couple, after all. He was merely an...adjunct.

But as Blair leaned across his desk, mahogany curls loose and glowing even in the fluorescent light, Rafe nearly moaned at the blatant invitation in the other man's eyes. Blair licked his lips slowly, the wicked dance in his eyes holding Rafe captive. "Hungry, Brian?"

"Mmmmmm," Blair purred. "I left Jim warming up dinner. Think you can get away from here soon?"

Rafe blinked once, then looked down at the form still awaiting his signature. "Yeah," he said, his voice cracking mid-word. He flushed at Blair's quiet laugh, his eyes snapping up to meet his lover's. There was no disdain there, as he'd almost expected to see. Only desire and a hint of something... more? Rafe looked away before his own eyes could
expose his secret longing.

"It's okay, Brian," Blair murmured. "I love knowing how much you want this, how much you want us."

He swallowed again. "I just need to finish this and turn it in to Simon," he said, indicating the form. "Then I'm all yours."

"Oh, goody," Blair said, his voice laughing over the seriousness that lay underneath.

Looking up, Rafe met Blair's eyes, seeing the burning heat within them. He didn't think he'd ever signed his name so quickly before. Tossing the signed form onto the stack he needed to take into Simon's office, he looked up at Blair. "I'll meet you there?" he asked.

Blair shook his head. "No." Smiling, he moistened his lips again, and this time Rafe moaned. A tiny sound that made Blair's eyes widen, then darken. "You're all ours tonight, Brian. From the moment that stack hits Simon's desk."

With a quick shake of his head, Rafe stood, positioning the pile of folders strategically as he did. Blair grabbed his jacket, walking with him to Simon's office, then handing it to him as he laid the pile down. Rafe accepted it gratefully, holding it over his arm.

Blair chuckled as they walked to the elevator. "You need tonight as much as we do, Brian. Did you really think we'd let you be alone?"

Hitting the button to call the car, Rafe looked over at Blair. "You need time for you two," he said quietly.

Blair nodded. "Yeah, we do. And we'll take it. But tonight? Tonight's for us, all three of us."

Leading the way onto the elevator, Blair waited until the doors closed to pull Rafe into a long, tender kiss. Too soon, the door chime rang as they reached the garage level. Lifting his head and looking down at Blair, Rafe smiled. "You're sure?"

Blair sighed. "Yes. When are you going to learn, Brian Rafe, that we care about you?"

The cop shook his head. "Maybe when I figure out why?" he said honestly. He oofed as Blair smacked him, hard enough to sting.

"Honestly, Brian Rafe," Blair ground out, dragging the other man through the quiet garage to the waiting Volvo. "You're as bad as Jim is."

Going willingly, Rafe smiled to himself, hiding it from Blair. He hadn't meant to set the other man off, but now that he had.... His smile widened as he remembered other times when Blair had taken charge. If the pattern held, tonight would be... spectacular.

He'd meant it, though, and the truth made the smile fade as Blair put the car into gear and started the drive to the loft. He still wasn't sure what Jim and Blair saw in him, why they let him, in fact welcomed him, into their relationship, even temporarily. The love they shared... well, he just couldn't equal that. Much as he wished he could.

He'd take what they offered, for as long as they offered it. But it wasn't his, not really.

Deep in his thoughts, he barely noticed as Blair pulled the Volvo to a stop in front of 852 Prospect. He was pulled to awareness as Blair sighed and reached a hand over to touch his face.

"We care about you for the person you are, Brian." Blair grinned as he trailed the hand down to run it lightly across Rafe's chest. "And the body doesn't hurt, either."

Rafe gasped as Blair's hand drifted across his nipples, his lover's knowing touch bringing them to instant attention. Meeting Blair's eyes, he gasped again at the command he saw there. "Get upstairs," Blair whispered, and as Rafe scrambled to obey, his smile returned. Oh, yes, he thought, he'd been right. This night was going to be spectacular.

Blair smiled to himself as Rafe climbed the stairs in front of him, admiring the view as he followed. Jim had been right, he thought. Brian would never ask for this. But he needed it as much as the other two men. Maybe more. They at least had had the comfort of sleeping in the same bed, even if they'd been too tired to do more than sleep.

As they reached the third floor, Rafe slowed and Blair moved up beside him to slip his key into the lock. Pushing the door open, he gestured for Rafe to go into the apartment. He laughed lightly at the gasp he heard. Pushing the detective further in, he closed the door and turned to survey the room.

It was just as they'd planned, and he nodded in satisfaction. The lights were turned low, and the fire lit. The furniture had been pushed back, clearing a large area in front of the fireplace. Light flickered and danced throughout the room.

Looking at Rafe, Blair shook his head and chuckled. "I told you I had him keeping dinner warm."

Blair turned back, looking appreciatively at Jim. His lover lay stretched out on his side on a thick padding of blankets, his body gleaming as the firelight danced across his skin. One elbow was crooked, the hand supporting his head as he looked back at the two men standing by the door. The other hand lay loosely curled on his hip. As Blair watched, Jim reached out and turned the thick earthenware pot that lay cradled in the curve of his stomach, then returned the hand to his hip.

The rich scent of melted cheese filled the air, and Blair drew a long breath in. "It smells wonderful, Jim."

"Tastes pretty good, too," the sentinel said, smiling at his lovers. Lifting his hand again, he snagged a mushroom from the tray of vegetables that lay near his head and dipped it into the pot. Pulling it out, he lowered it carefully into his mouth, licking his fingers clean as he did.

Watching in fascination, Blair tried to remember why he'd ever thought this was a bad idea. Fondue in the living room? Worse than that, cheese fondue as an erotic food? But Jim had been right.

He heard Rafe moan as they watched Jim feed himself again, broccoli this time. The sound jerked him out of his fascinated state, and he turned toward Rafe. "Brian?"

Blair smiled. "I thought so," he purred, slipping Rafe's jacket off. "You usually do." Hanging the jacket on the hook behind the door, he turned Rafe's face to look at him. "Dinner's informal tonight. Very informal."

"I kind of got that," Rafe responded, his eyes still a little uncertain. Blair kissed him, lightly but with obvious intent.

"Uh, yeah," Rafe managed, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Blair watched happily for a moment, then began to help, unbuckling the belt. Rafe hissed when Blair's hands touched his skin.

Blair laughed. "Nope. That's your job." He watched, loving the sensation, as Rafe's eyes darkened and the other man bit his lip.

"Hey!" A plaintive voice called to them. "I'm kind of lonely over here, you know."

He laughed delightedly as Rafe abandoned the effort to unbutton his shirt, pulling it over his head before he attacked Blair's clothing. Blair's hands moved swiftly as he pushed Brian's trousers down, then returned for the briefs.

Soon both men were naked, the glow from the fire highlighting their forms. Rafe turned toward Jim, but Blair reached out to hold him back for a moment. Meeting his eyes, he said seriously, all play gone for a moment, "Trust me, Brian."

Blair shook his head, smiling. "That's good to know. Go say hi to Jim. I'll be there in a minute."

Jim watched as Rafe walked slowly toward him, his eyes running over the naked form of his lover. Rafe looked good enough to eat, he thought. Smiling, he stretched, taking his time. He laughed lightly as he heard Rafe gasp.

His voice was low, deliberately dark. Seeing Rafe swallow hard, he smiled again. Stretching out a hand, he beckoned the other man to join him. Rafe didn't hesitate, coming eagerly to sit on the floor beside Jim.

Jim licked his lips, loving the way Rafe's eyes followed his tongue. "Long day?"

"For now." Rafe looked over at him, his eyes serious. "You've been doing this longer than I have, Jim. How...?" His voice trailed off, and he shrugged helplessly.

"How do I keep doing it?" Jim shifted slightly, coaxing Rafe to lie down. He was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Sometimes I feel like giving up," he admitted. "When we've been going all out for weeks, and all the public can say when we finally catch a killer or a rapist is why it took so long. You know that's what we're going to hear tomorrow."

Jim looked down for a moment, absently dipping a piece of homemade bread into the fondue pot, then raised his eyes to look at Rafe. "But then I think about the fact that that bastard is never going to kill another child. That Mrs. Kelly can go back and teach without being afraid of her stalker. That the college kids can date without being as afraid of getting raped."

He shook his head, and offered the cheese coated bread to Rafe, who opened his mouth obediently. "It never stops, Brian," he said softly. "But we can help slow it down."

Rafe chewed and swallowed, his eyes hooded as he thought about Jim's words. Finally he nodded. "It's hard going, though."

"Nothing worth doing is easy," a quiet voice came, and both men looked up to see Blair standing in front of the fire. Jim smiled up at him.

"You're right, Chief," he teased. "Just look at how hard it is to live with you."

"Hmmm." Blair looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure if I should take that as a complaint or a compliment."

"Both?" Rafe suggested, moving over to give Blair room to settle on the blankets. Blair handed down the glasses he was holding, then settled gracefully to a cross-legged position between them.

"Probably," he agreed, pouring the red wine for all three men. "Living with Jim's like that, after all."

"Well, okay, then." Jim managed to keep a petulant tone for a minute, then smiled and shook his head. "I love you, too, Chief."

"So why are you letting me waste away to nothing?" Blair rubbed his stomach. "Starving here, Ellison."

Despite his words, Jim reached out and selected a vegetable, dipping it into the cheese before transferring it to Blair's open mouth. Blair sucked his fingers in with the food, running the tip of his tongue over them. Jim shivered. It was going to be one of those nights.

Rafe sat back, having moved into a sitting position when the three men started eating in earnest. He swallowed his last bite of mushroom, and sighed. "You know, pretty soon my clothes aren't going to fit, if the two of you keep feeding me like this."

Blair grinned over at him. "And this is a problem? If you have no clothes, you'll just have to go around naked."

Rafe snorted. "Thank you, no. I don't think that would go over well at the station."

Shrugging, Rafe let his voice drop into a lower register. "But I like compliments." His smile widened as he saw the effect his almost purr had on his larger lover. Jim tensed, his throat working as he swallowed. Blair laughed.

"Well, I see the two of you are ready to move on to dessert." The grad student stretched forward and pulled the fondue pot to himself. "You know what, though? I'm still a little hungry."

Rafe watched, wide-eyed, as Blair dipped his fingers into the cheese, pulling them out coated with fondue. Leaning forward again, he set the pot back in its place, then slipped slightly, catching himself with a hand on Jim's flank. A very lightly placed hand, covered with cheese.

Jim yelped, and Blair grinned over at Rafe. "Oops," he said. "Looks like I made a mess."

Rafe bit back his laughter as he watched Blair bend over to delicately lap at the cheese covering Jim's skin. Jim's yelp turned to a moan as a clever tongue slid over his side, teeth grazing lightly. Shifting in his seat, Rafe wondered what would happen next. His answer came quickly as Blair looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

Blair's mischievous look up and down Jim's prone form made it clear he wasn't talking about fondue. Rafe slid to his knees and moved over to Jim's side. Following Blair's gaze, he nodded solemnly.

Jim growled from below them and the two men exchanged glances. Blair's eyes danced as he spoke.

"I think you'd better, Sandburg." Jim's voice was threatening, which made his lovers laugh harder.

Jim stretched, his skin catching the firelight. His voice was low and lazy. "Or I'll have to party by myself, I guess."

"I so don't think so." Blair leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of Jim, claiming him in a long, hard kiss. "You're ours tonight, Ellison, and don't even think about forgetting it."

Blair laughed. "Wherever you'd like." He looked down at Jim. "I'm going to finish my dinner."

Watching Blair bend to continue licking the cooling cheese off of Jim's flank, Rafe blinked, then raised his eyes to find Jim's gaze fixed upon him even as he arched under Blair's mouth. Deliberately, Jim licked his lips, and Rafe smiled. Leaning forward, he placed his mouth over Jim's in a kiss at first gentle, seducing, sweet, that deepened rapidly to a devouring ravishment. Jim moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound greedily.

Continuing to kiss Jim, he moved to lie beside him, his hands running over the smooth chest. Finding the hard nipples, he pinched them lightly, feeling Jim shudder under the double assault on his senses. Vaguely aware of Blair's hand running over his hip, Rafe pulled away from Jim's mouth to fasten on a nipple, tonguing it to a harder peak, then nipping to elicit a gasp. Jim writhed in front of him, Blair's mouth and hands moving over him as knowingly as Rafe's own were.

He felt Blair turn slightly, urging Jim to roll to his back. With a groan, the big man complied, and Rafe followed happily, enjoying the breadth of newly accessible skin. Lying half on the blankets, his body draped over Jim's, he feasted on the banquet spread out before him. Licking and tugging at Jim's nipples, he smiled to himself as the other man arched up into his mouth and hands. Releasing his grip, he moved lower, swirling his tongue over Jim's abdomen, then blowing lightly over the slick surface.

Looking up, he met Blair's eyes, dark with passion. Blair had moved to kneel between Jim's spread legs, his hands on Jim's thighs. He smiled at Rafe, then bent down to lick lightly at the tip of Jim's erection. A gasp filled the air as Jim's body bucked upward beneath his two lovers. Blair licked again, and Jim groaned an appeal.

"He's awfully noisy," Blair said softly, reaching a hand out to stroke it along Rafe's back, trailing over his buttocks. Rafe shivered beneath the touch, his own desire growing.

"We could stop," Blair suggested, his eyes dancing as Jim voiced a vehement protest.

"Hmm." Blair bent over and nuzzled Jim's thigh, his laugh evil as Jim moaned. Sitting up again, he studied the other two. "I like that idea," he purred. "Rafe?"

Rafe felt himself harden further at the words, the image burning its way through his brain. He looked over at Jim, seeing the agreement in his eyes even as the other cop nodded. "Oh, yes," he breathed, moving to straddle Jim's chest. Pushing forward, he could feel Jim's breath on his cock as Blair spoke again.

Impossibly, Rafe felt his erection pulse, growing larger at the command in Blair's voice. He opened his mouth to reply, only to cry out in surprise as Jim's mouth engulfed him. Without meaning to, he thrust into the warm cavern, feeling Jim's throat muscles relax to receive him. He could hear Blair's laughter behind him, but he didn't care.

Blair laughed happily as he knelt between Jim's legs, watching his lovers. He had needed this. They had all needed this. And he was determined to make it last. Reaching out, he ran a hand over Rafe's back, loving the way the muscles jumped beneath his touch. Rafe pulled back, his erect cock slipping out of Jim's mouth. Jim growled a protest, his hands rising to pull Rafe closer. Blair grinned and leaned forward to swallow Jim's erection.

The sentinel thrust upward, the instinctive action stopped short by Blair's hands on his hips, and he growled again. Blair pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth, running his tongue in a swirl around it until Jim moaned. Pulling off, he sat back on his heels.

Rafe swallowed, then moved forward to nudge his weeping erection against Jim's lips, which opened readily to allow entrance. Blair watched in satisfaction and lust for a moment, then returned to his own feast.

Licking gently at the slit on Jim's cockhead, he probed it with his tongue, savoring the bitter taste that rose to meet him. Opening his mouth wider, he swallowed the head again, vibrating his throat muscles against the swollen flesh, feeling Jim's tiny thrusts into his mouth. He loved doing this, he thought.

Pulling back again, he slid his face down to nuzzle against Jim's scrotum, sucking each hard testicle into this mouth in turn, rolling them with his tongue. He could hear Rafe's gasps and moans above him, and the need he heard fueled his own. His untouched cock wept on his stomach, hard and tight against him. He ignored it. His turn would come later. For now, this was for Jim and Rafe.

Licking his way up Jim's penis to the tip, he gathered the pre-ejaculate with his tongue, swallowing it happily. Jim arched beneath him, one hand reaching around Rafe to touch Blair's head. He stilled beneath the touch, waiting until Jim removed the hand. As a reward, he sucked gently on the swollen glans, then slid his mouth down the shaft to swallow the length.

Above him, he heard the loud gasp for air as Jim tore his mouth away from Rafe, keening his need as Blair began to hum around Jim's cock. He could feel Jim's scrotum tighten and pulse against his cheek as Jim's orgasm began. Pulling back slightly, he kept swallowing as Jim's cum jetted into his mouth, the salt tang a treasure for his taste buds. Continuing to suck as Jim's cock softened, he released it gently when it was empty. Lifting his head, he moved to Jim's side.

Rafe still knelt across Jim's chest, his erection gleaming and red. He looked over at Blair, his need plainly written on his face. Jim lay still, his eyes closed, his body relaxed. Blair smiled at him lovingly, then bent down to kiss him. The sentinel returned the kiss weakly.

Rafe's voice was hoarse and uncertain, and Blair smiled at him. "It's not over, Rafe. Believe me."

He gestured for Rafe to move, and watched admiringly as he did. Once Rafe knelt on the other side of Jim, he returned his gaze to Jim's face. "Jim?" he said softly.

"As long as you're sure," Blair answered, reassured by the honest desire he saw in Jim's eyes before they closed again. Looking up at Rafe, he met the other man's puzzled look.

"Remember the first time we were together, the next morning? I went out to get breakfast and came home to the two of you together"

Blair shrugged. "He wanted that, too." Looking back at Jim, he touched his cheek lovingly, then looked up at Rafe. "It's your decision, too, you know," he said. "But it's what he wants."

"Is it my decision?" Rafe sat back on his heels, his erection still taut against his abdomen. "You've been pretty much running the show here."

Blair nodded, holding Rafe's gaze. "Yes. It is your decision. If you don't want this, we will do something else. I thought you knew that."

Rafe took a deep breath, then nodded once. "I do want it," he said. "I just wanted to be sure that I could..."

"You can," Blair answered. "At any time. You can change what we do. You can leave and end this. You are part of this, Brian."

Blair relaxed as Rafe looked at Jim, then smiled. "I'm beginning to get that," he said. "But isn't Jim kind of out of it, for this to work?"

Blair grinned. "Not for long," he said confidently. Moving back slightly, he ran a hand over Jim's chest. "Big Guy," he purred. "Time to roll over."

Jim opened his eyes again and smiled up at Blair. Stretching slightly, he turned to look at Rafe. "Thank you."

Rafe just shook his head. "You're welcome. But who wouldn't want that again?" He shivered, his eyes closing. "I dream about it."

He leaned forward to kiss Jim's shoulder. "Roll over," he reminded, his voice low. Jim grinned at him, then turned to lie on his stomach, looking over his shoulder at Rafe.

Blair slid forward on the blankets to kneel close beside Jim again. Laying a hand on Jim's butt, he squeezed slightly, feeling the muscle tense beneath his hand. Smiling, he looked over at Rafe. "He'll be ready shortly. I was prepared for this, you know."

Rafe cocked his head in confusion as Blair told Jim to spread his legs wider, then ran a finger down the crack between his buttocks. Jim moaned as he did, his head turning to the side. Blair slipped another finger between his buttocks, pushing against the plug he'd placed there earlier. Looking up at Rafe again, he twisted his fingers, smiling as Jim moaned a second time.

"Oh, yeah," he said. Slipping a hand beneath Jim, he smiled as he felt the erection pressing into the blankets. Pulling the hand back out, he fastened his fingers around the plug, pulling it out slowly. Jim moaned again in protest, his hips pushing backward. Turning his gaze on Rafe, Blair smiled at the wide-eyed look on the other man's face.

Rafe nodded absently, his eyes still on the butt plug. "That's been in him all this time?"

Blair laughed. "Since before I left to pick you up," he confirmed. He laughed again. "There have been times he's had it in all day."

"No," Jim said, startling both men. "It feels good. But it just makes me want more." He wiggled his butt at them, making Blair smile.

Leaning across Jim, he reached for Rafe, pulling the other man in for a long kiss. Rafe returned it eagerly, his desire building to fever pitch again. When they broke the kiss, he was panting heavily. Without being urged, he moved forward to kneel between Jim's spread legs. Blair watched as he moved to position himself, pushing gently into Jim's waiting body. Jim moaned and pushed back to impale himself more rapidly.

Rafe slid in all the way, then stopped, holding still for a moment. "Blair?" he said, his voice tense from strain.

"Oh, yes," Blair breathed. "I thought you'd never ask." Scrambling to rise, he moved behind Rafe, kissing his back as he retrieved the lube Rafe had set aside as he'd prepared to enter Jim. Rafe jerked as Blair's finger touched his opening, and Jim moaned beneath him. Blair pushed in gently, feeling Rafe begin to thrust in tiny movements.

Slipping the finger out and returning it with more lube, Blair opened Rafe slowly, gently, loving the sounds he produced from both men. Finally, when the other two were begging for more, he applied lube to himself, hissing as he touched his aching shaft. Tossing the tube to the side, he set the tip of his erection to Rafe's spasming hole. Giving no warning, he thrust in firmly.

Rafe howled beneath him, the force of Blair's movement pushing him further into Jim, who moaned and pushed backward. Rafe moved with Jim, forcing himself further onto Blair's cock. The three men moved together, straining to find the completion that they sought, for long moments before Rafe gave in to the double stimulation, his body unable to keep from coming any longer.

Rafe's muscles clenched around Blair, pulling a hoarse cry from him as he emptied himself into the other man. Breathing heavily, he collapsed over Rafe's back, resting there for a long minute before forcing himself to pull out and roll to the side. Rafe moaned as he pulled out, then moved off of Jim. Reaching out to touch the sentinel, Blair grinned as he felt the boneless relaxation in his lover. Curling up alongside him, he reached over to pull Rafe closer as well. Content, sated, the three men fell asleep as the fire burned low.

Waking hours later, Blair groaned as he moved, every muscle aching. But in a good way, he reminded himself. Going to relieve himself, he made a detour on the way back to grab some bottled water. Setting it in easy reach, he curled back with his lovers. About to drift off to sleep again, he heard Rafe's quiet voice.

Blair grinned into the darkness. He'd wondered if the subject would come up again. "Yeah. Sometimes. If we know we're just on desk duty for the day."

"S'okay." Jim's voice was sleepy, and Blair smiled against his shoulder. Three, two, one, he counted to himself, grinning when the sentinel spoke again right on cue.