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Rum Balls
by Chrys
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: J/B
Rating: NC-17
Series: Ninth in the Edibles, sequel to Stuffing
Summary: It gets hot in the kitchen.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Jim Ellison opened the loft door to a smorgasbord of scents swirling around him. Chocolate, vanilla, and rum were strongest, but the underlying scent of Blair was the sweetest. He snorted to himself, shaking his head at the schmaltz of the thought. It was true, though.
Walking in, he tossed his keys into the basket and hung up his jacket, then moved into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Blair was engrossed in what he was doing, and Jim laughed silently as he realized his Guide didn't even know he was home yet. Relaxing, he watched happily.
His lover was hands deep in a granular concoction of cookie crumbs and cocoa, mixing it furiously. He grumbled to himself, pulling a coated hand out of the bowl, and grabbed the open bottle of rum sitting on the counter, dumping a liberal amount of liquor in. Starting to mix the concoction again, he muttered a complaint.
"Why they don't just tell you to put a whole cup in, I will never know. And I don't know why I even bother measuring it anyway. I just end up pouring more in. I never know how much I use."
"Maybe other people don't want it to be a gooey mess, Chief," Jim suggested. Blair gasped and whirled around, glaring at the Sentinel.
"You could have told me you were home!"
Jim shrugged. "You were busy."
Blair growled at him, trying unsuccessfully to scrape the mixture off his hands. Jim laughed at him, taking a long step forward. Now standing directly in front of Blair, he looked down at the grad student.
"Need some help?"
Blair gasped again as Jim reached out, grabbing his left wrist and guiding the hand toward the Sentinel's mouth. Jim smiled at him, then slowly ran his tongue over Blair's palm. Reaching the fingers, he nibbled his way to their tips, then sucked Blair's index finger into his mouth, running his tongue around the tip. Blair moaned, and Jim chuckled around his prize.
"Jim! I have to finish these," Blair protested weakly, his heart obviously not in it. Jim shook his head.
"Later."
"It'll dry out."
"Then we'll put more rum in the stuff, Chief." Jim switched fingers, and Blair moaned again. Releasing the finger, Jim pulled Blair's pliant body toward him. "I want my rum balls first this year."
Blair looked up at him, and Jim couldn't resist any longer. Bending his head, he fastened his lips over Blair's, licking lightly at the closed lips until they opened for him. Darting his tongue inside Blair's mouth, he teased Blair, entwining their tongues briefly, then slipping away. Blair made an inarticulate protest and Jim lifted his head, grinning down at his lover.
Blair looked back at him, eyes dazed and wanting, and Jim groaned low in his throat before taking Blair's lips again. This time the kiss was deep and needy, and both men were shaking by the time it was over. Jim molded Blair's body to his own, hands roaming over the warm back and firm buttocks hungrily.
Breaking the kiss, Jim trailed his lips across Blair's neck, nipping lightly at the skin beneath his mouth. Blair arched into the sensation, angling his head to give Jim better access. Jim growled approval and bit harder, making Blair moan. The sound fired his desire, fanning the flames of his need for his Guide, and he moaned in return. Slipping his hands up beneath Blair's shirt, he lifted the material, pulling away from the younger man for long enough to slip the shirt off before returning his mouth to Blair's skin. Licking and sucking his way down the curve of Blair's throat, he dipped lower and bit the peaked nipple he found.
Blair arched against him, crying out in surprise, and Jim grinned, then licked the abused flesh soothingly. Blair hissed, and Jim could hear the want in his Guide's voice. Straightening, he looked down at his lover.
"I want you."
Blair smiled at him. "You've got me," he answered, his voice a loving affirmation of their relationship.
Jim laughed quietly, shaking his head as he reached down and picked his lover up. Blair protested, his voice filled with laughter, as Jim laid him down on the kitchen floor. The Sentinel knelt beside him, hot eyes running across the naked chest before shifting to meet the gaze aimed at his own. "Blair?"
Blair's face sobered, his eyes darkening as he held Jim's gaze. His hands, raised to hold Jim's arms, relaxed their grip and he laid them deliberately down on the floor, his body relaxing visibly. "Yes," was all he said.
Jim closed his eyes briefly in relief. He'd have stopped if Blair had wanted to, but... it would have been difficult. Blair's acquiescence released him, and he opened his eyes again, aching to see his lover. Blair lay still on the floor beside him, his eyes still on Jim's face. He smiled as Jim looked down at him.
"Is this all we're going to do, big guy?" he teased, and Jim growled, then pounced.
Lying beside Blair, Jim kissed him again, his tongue exploring Blair's mouth possessively. Blair kissed him back, the give and take of their mouths intoxicating to the Sentinel. His hands ran over the other man's body, and he growled in frustration as they hit cloth instead of skin. Unbuttoning Blair's jeans, he pulled the zipper down, slipping his hands beneath the cloth to cup Blair's cock and balls in his grip. Blair cried out into his mouth, thrusting once, wildly, into his grasp, then broke the kiss to pant heavily, moaning pleas as he fought to catch his breath.
Delighted with the grad student's response, Jim pulled his hands slowly out, grinning at Blair's whimper of protest. Rising to his knees again, he pulled at the jeans, getting them off with Blair's enthusiastic cooperation. "Laundry day again?" he teased, noting the lack of underwear. Blair just grinned up at him, and Jim caught his breath at the expression.
"Do you really care right now?" Blair asked.
Jim shook his head. Sitting back on his heels and tossing the jeans toward the bathroom door, he was reminded of his original plan. Reaching forward, he snagged the rum bottle from the kitchen counter, pulling it down as he smiled at his lover. Blair's eyes widened.
"Jim?"
The Sentinel laughed. Moving to straddle his Guide's legs, he looked down at Blair, his eyes as innocent as he could make them. "Yes, Blair?"
"What are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Jim tipped the bottle, enjoying the hiss as the liquid hit overheated skin and Blair bucked beneath him. His Guide's erection jumped, and Jim set the bottle aside, leaning down to lick delicately at the weeping head before moving lower. The rum flavored skin was velvety beneath his tongue, and he held Blair's hips firmly as he nipped at Blair's scrotum lightly, then ran his tongue over it, gathering the liquor.
Blair moaned as Jim sucked a testicle into his mouth, rolling the ball around before releasing it and doing the same to the other. Rivulets of rum trickled down from Blair's erect penis, and Jim licked at them as they reached the base of the shaft. Blair moaned again, his voice pleading, and Jim smiled, then moved to take the engorged head into his mouth, swallowing Blair deeply.
Blair yelled in surprise, and Jim felt the thrust of his hips pushing against Jim's hands. Controlling his Guide's movements, he pulled back, then swallowed Blair's cock again, establishing a slow rhythm as he sucked and licked at the heated flesh. Blair was moaning continuously, his hands resting on Jim's head. Jim could feel the flexing fingers as his lover fought the urge to hold him in place. Rewarding Blair's restraint, Jim sucked harder, releasing his grip on Blair's hips as he felt the orgasm building. Blair thrust once, deeply, then cried out as he came.
Swallowing frantically, Jim continued to lick and suck at Blair's cock as it softened, finally raising his head to grin at his dazed lover. Blair lay on the floor bonelessly, and Jim thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful. He had done this to Blair, and the thought made his grin widen. Moving up, he lay alongside his lover, pulling the smaller man into his arms. Blair came easily, cuddling up beside the Sentinel with a contented sigh.
They lay together for long moments, then Blair stirred. Rising up on an elbow, he looked at Jim.
"That was wonderful," he said softly. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," the Sentinel replied.
Blair shook his head slowly. "Not yet. But it will be."
His grin was wicked, and Jim shivered in anticipation, suddenly realizing that he was still clothed as Blair drew back and looked at him.
"You've had your rum balls," the other man said softly. "Have
I told you I like fruitcake?"
