Midnight Snack

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Jim sighed heavily as he leaned against the wall, fumbling in his pocket for the keys. It was late, he was on the stupid side of tired, and when he'd gotten out of his truck, the idea of putting his keys away so he didn't have to carry them had been brilliant. The fact that he'd have to pull them out again in order to get into his home hadn't even occurred to him. He snorted in sad amusement. So much for Cascade's Cop of the Year, huh?

Finally extracting the keys, he opened the door, dropping the keychain into the basket as he swung the door closed and locked it behind him. Pulling his jacket off, he tossed it in the general direction of the hook, swearing softly as it slid to the floor. Only the image of Blair's laughter in the morning forced him to bend over and retrieve it, slipping it over the hook with another sigh. He smiled as he moved into the kitchen, thinking again of Blair's laughter. Only this time it was with a sudden longing.

Blair had been swamped for weeks, the two men lucky to get more than a cuddle or a brief hug as one of them dashed out the door. Jim had been busy himself, pulling a child porn case that had stumped Vice on top of his other cases. That one was finally shut down, he thought, leaning against the counter and trying to decide if opening the refrigerator in search of food would be worth it. The sick bastard that ran the ring had been taken into custody, and the amount of evidence against him was staggering. It had taken a thirty-six hour stakeout, but it had been worth it.

Deciding he was too tired to eat, he turned away from the refrigerator, only to spot a piece of paper on the kitchen table. Too tired to move, he opened his eyesight up a bit. Hey, lover, he read, and smiled. Brian called and said you'd collared the guy - congrats! He also said you'd be a few hours more, what with getting everything all squared away nice and tight at the station. Jim thought of the madhouse the scene had been and promised himself to do something nice for Brian. He hadn't even had a minute to think of calling Blair. So, much as I wanted to wait up for you, I went to bed. I know you're tired, big guy. I know you've not been eating well with this case, either. So before you come up to join me, I want you to eat something. Jim shook his head. He had no appetite. Stop shaking your head. He laughed. Blair knew him so well, he thought fondly. Open the fridge, Jim. Come up to me when you've eaten.

Curiosity compelling him, he took the few steps needed to bring him to the refrigerator door. Swinging it open, he stared at the plate on the top shelf, then reached in to pull it out. Snagging a bottle of water, he went to the table and sat down. His mouth watered as he pulled the plastic wrap off, the scents of the food pleasing him as much as the artful arrangement did.

Blair had known he wouldn't be able to eat anything heavy, his stomach still churning from the horrors of the porn case. Having to watch children abused like that... he shook his head to force the images from him and looked again at the food his lover had left him. There was meat - a light, flavorful smoked salmon nestled against a sharp cheese. Crackers lay near them, carefully atop a bit of plastic to keep them from growing soggy from contact with the other items. Marinated vegetables were next, the vinaigrette coating them tantalizing the Sentinel's nostrils as he breathed in. And then, ah then. He smiled blissfully. Blair really did love him.

Slices of kiwi, red, luscious strawberries, blackberries! He swallowed, his mouth anticipating the flavor even as he vowed to be good and eat the rest of the food first. Each piece of fruit was perfect, as far as Jim could see. Of course, he couldn't see beneath the layers of thick, dark chocolate that each had been dipped into.

And best, best of all, was the tiny bowl of whipped cream that the fruit was arranged around. He moaned softly, his mouth craving the sweetness in store for it. Picking up the fork Blair had thoughtfully tucked under the plate's cover, he began to eat, manfully resisting temptation. Finishing the salmon and cheese, Jim found that he really was hungry and dove into the vegetables with a vengeance. Finally, he turned his attention to dessert.

Chocolate and cream slipped down his throat, followed by the sharp burst of flavor as he bit into the kiwi. Strawberry sweetness came next, and he closed his eyes to better appreciate the taste. Leaning back in his chair, he nibbled slowly at the blackberries, each bite a thing to be treasured and savored. Like Blair, he thought dreamily, then smiled at himself. What had Blair called it the other day, when they were watching that old show? Right - smarm. Swallowing the last bite, he pushed the chair back and picked up the plate. Depositing it in the sink and running water over it, he shook his head. No, he thought. Not smarm, romance.

A burst of energy filling him, he went in the bathroom briefly, then climbed the stairs. Reaching the top, he stood for a long moment, watching Blair sleep. The other man lay sprawled across the bed, his body seemingly covering the entire space. Jim smiled as he thought of Blair shrugging as he was teased about his sleeping habits. 'I don't do that when you're in bed with me, do I? Then what's the problem?'

Blair stirred, turning over to lie facing Jim. Jim ran his eyes over Blair's sleeping, nude form, his heart full as he studied his love. Blair was beautiful, he thought. The most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Even Brian Rafe, as handsome as he was, couldn't hold a candle to Blair. He chuckled to himself. He had a feeling their mutual lover would agree with that.

Jim stepped forward and sat on the bed beside Blair. The other man's face looked over at him, eyes wide in the dark room. He leaned forward, kissing Blair lightly. "Nothing, really," he said. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are."

Blair smiled sleepily. "I'm glad to let you keep thinking so, big guy. Brian said everything went well, right? Did you find my note?"

"Hopefully not too often," Jim said wryly. "I prefer eating with you, even to that."

"Wow." Blair grinned up at him. "That's quite the compliment, considering you and chocolate-covered fruit."

"And whipped cream." Jim stretched out to lie beside Blair, facing him. "It was wonderful, Blair."

"Mmmm." Jim reached out and trailed a hand along Blair's side, smiling at the slight shudder his touch caused. "But you know what?"

"I'm still hungry." Leaning forward, Jim kissed Blair again, lightly at first, the kiss soon deepening as he felt Blair's mouth open beneath his. His hand ran along Blair's side again, causing Blair to gasp into his mouth. Sucking on Blair's lower lip, he released it reluctantly only to sweep his tongue into Blair's mouth. Beneath the faint taste of toothpaste he could sense fruit and chocolate, and he feasted on them for a moment before blocking the flavor and reveling in the taste of Blair himself. Blair met him eagerly, their mouths fused as they devoured each other.

After long moments, Jim drew back slightly. Whispering reassurance at Blair's protest, he moved down and licked lightly at Blair's neck. Salt burst upon his tongue, and he licked again, enjoying the sound of Blair's moans as he nipped at the place he'd been licking. Blair tilted his head, giving Jim better access, and the Sentinel took full advantage of it. Long slow languorous tastes, sharp little stinging bites, light flicks of his tongue - he used these to drive Blair wild. When he stopped, Blair was moaning continuously.

Sliding down a little further, Jim mouthed Blair's nipple, feeling the already tight bud grow harder in his mouth. Blair panted above him and Jim smiled as he bit lightly, then pulled his mouth away. Moving to the other nipple, he pulled on the tiny ring with his teeth, hearing Blair cry out from the sensation. The metallic taste was familiar, adding a zest to Blair's own flavor. He divided his attention between the two nipples, sucking, biting, loving them until Blair was writhing beneath him.

He raised his head to look at his lover. Blair's eyes were closed, his face strained and tight as he panted from need. Jim rose to kneel on the bed, waiting until Blair opened his eyes and looked at him.

Blair's answer held agreement, desire and permission. Jim groaned as his own need leaped within him, then bent without warning and took Blair's cock, wet with pre-cum, into his mouth. Blair moved beneath him, thrusting upwards once before his lover controlled his urge. Taking pity on him, Jim moved his hands to Blair's hips, holding him on the bed as he ran his tongue along the length of Blair's erection. Bitter fluid tasted almost sweet to him as he reached the tip and engulfed it once again within his mouth. Sucking lightly, he felt Blair's tremors as he swallowed around his cock. Blair moaned as Jim released him.

Jim watched in amusement as Blair sluggishly realized what Jim had said, then flipped over with alacrity, groaning as he rubbed his cock against the sheets. Jim touched his hips, urging him up, then slipped a pillow beneath him. He smiled to himself as he began the next stage.

Blair wailed as he felt Jim's mouth upon his neck again, no other part of him touching his lover. Jim raised his head slightly.

"Jim, so help me, if you don't do something more, soon..." Blair's voice trailed off as Jim ran his tongue down the other man's spine, smiling as Blair arched into the touch.

The desperation in Blair's voice told Jim that his teasing was at an end. Pressing a kiss to the base of Blair's spine, Jim moved to kneel between Blair's spread legs. Bending down, he parted Blair's cheeks and placed another kiss on the spasming opening. Blair gasped and pushed backward, so Jim licked across the pucker.

"Don't what, Chief?" Jim deliberately licked Blair again. "You're clean, Blair. Trust me, I know. And you taste good." Stiffening his tongue, he pushed it into the opening, loving the way Blair smelled, the way he tasted, the way he sounded as he cried out in pleasure. After a moment, Jim pulled back, smiling as he spoke again. "Besides, you told me to eat you."

Blair mumbled incoherently and Jim smiled again. Bending down to kiss Blair's opening again, he reached for the nightstand, grabbing the half-empty tube of KY. Slipping a coated finger into his lover, he hissed as he felt the warmth that welcomed him inside. Blair was relaxed and ready, pushing back on his finger immediately. Pulling the finger out, he soothed Blair quietly as he prepared himself. Positioning his cock at Blair's entrance, he pushed in slowly, wanting to make it easy on his lover. He gasped as Blair pushed backward hard, burying Jim within him in one swift motion.

Inhibitions wiped away by the needy command in Blair's voice, Jim did as he was told, pulling back and slamming forward into Blair's welcoming thrust. Blair cried out as Jim moved within him, his voice full of pleasure that nearly drove Jim over the edge. Holding on by sheer will, he withdrew again, angling himself to hit Blair's prostate. Blair spasmed around him as his own climax hit, and the power of the clenching muscles pulled the Sentinel with his lover over the abyss.

Long moments later, Jim stirred, pulling himself out of Blair with regret. Blair turned to look at him as Jim cleaned the other man, then himself. The other man's voice was drowsy, content. "That was wonderful, Jim."

"Yeah. It was," Jim agreed as he lay down next to his Guide, pulling the anthropologist into his arms and a blanket over both of them. "Best midnight snack I ever had."