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Jim walked slowly up the stairs to the third floor, letting out a tired sigh as he reached the loft door. Tired enough that he hadn't even checked to see what Blair was doing once he made sure his Guide was home, he opened the door to a surprising scene.

Fire and candlelight flickered across the room, and soft Christmas carols filled the air. Blair was curled in a corner of the couch, glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he scribbled intently. He looked up as the door swung open and smiled at his lover.

"Welcome home," he said happily, setting down his papers. Jim had just enough time to notice that rather than the ever-present notebook, Blair was working on a stack of cards. Then his attention was taken elsewhere.

He felt the stress and tension of the past day's work drain out of him, no match for his lover's kiss. The taste of Blair took away the sour residue of murders unsolved, replacing it with sweetness. Hands that moved gently over him soothed away the guilt and pain the Sentinel felt, the sense of failure that one he was sworn to protect had died.

Blair slid his hands underneath Jim's shirt, caressing the muscular back before sliding the cloth upwards and off. Jim stood still, acquiescent to his Guide's wishes, shivering slightly as fingernails trailed along his skin. He moaned as those talented fingers slid lower, skillfully working his zipper over his growing erection.

Blair knelt before him, looking upward with a loving smile. Jim watched in amazement and wonder as the younger man leaned forward, mouthing his cock through the straining fabric that barely covered it. Hissing, he arched into the touch, wondering what he'd ever done to deserve this. As Blair stripped the cotton from him, engulfing the dripping tip in the furnace of his mouth, Jim knew only that whatever it was, he was grateful.

His world narrowed to the incredible sensation of Blair's tongue, swirling around his cock, the moist heat as he took Jim deeper, the solid muscles under Jim's hands as he clung to his Guide's shoulders. Blair ran a hand up the inside of Jim's thigh, cupping his balls just as he swallowed him further, and with a shout of surprise Jim came.

He drifted back to himself quickly. Blair still knelt before him, that beautiful face flushed and happy. Pulling Blair up to stand before him, Jim held his face between his hands, looking at him in wonderment. Leaning forward, he kissed his lover, tasting himself. He began to trail kisses down Blair's neck, only to be stopped by the quiet voice.

"But..." Jim protested. He knew Blair was aroused, and he wanted to make Blair feel the way he did, loved, cherished, and protected.

Blair reached out a hand, stroking Jim's face lightly. "That was for you. Because I love you. You've been stressed and upset, and I want you to relax. Go take a shower, dinner will be ready when you get out, and..." He grinned. "I'm dessert."

Jim's cock twitched, and he licked his lips. "I'm looking forward to it," he promised to Blair's delighted laughter. Heading obediently into the bathroom, he stopped at the door and looked back at his lover, who had resumed his position on the couch. Curiosity roused, he asked, "What are you doing there, Chief?"

Blair looked up and smiled. "You know that fiction list I'm on?" At Jim's nod, he continued. "We're exchanging Christmas cards. And since they are the ones who convinced me to tell you how I felt about you..."

Jim's smile lit the loft. "Tell them 'Merry Christmas' for me, Chief. And 'Thank you', too."

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