Stuffing by Chrys

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He hated being stuck at his desk. He especially hated doing paperwork all day. But orders had come down, no one was to be on the streets without backup, and since his partner was out sick... Rafe sighed and picked up another report.

Smiling at the familiar voice, he looked up and met mischievously dancing blue eyes. "Hey, Blair," he replied. "You and Jim heading home?"

The anthropologist nodded. "Finally. Jim's dead tired, and so am I. They've had us running all day, and I had an early class at the U on top of that."

Firmly, Rafe stifled his disappointment. He would have loved to join the other two men, but they obviously needed some down time. "So I'll see you both tomorrow," he replied, his voice even. "H is still trying to cough up a lung, so I'll be here all day."

"Mmmm." Blair shifted, resting a hip on the corner of Rafe's desk and grinning at him. "But not by much, right?" The grad student shook his head at Rafe's fervent agreement. "You and Jim. You both hate being tied to a desk. Better not push for promotion too much, or you'll find yourself riding one full time."

Laughing again at Rafe's shudder, Blair stood up. "Jim's gotta be wondering what's taking me so long. I just stopped to find out if you want to come for dinner tomorrow. I have a new stuffing recipe and I want to try it out before I make a ton of it for Thanksgiving."

Blair handed him a small box and Rafe looked at it curiously. "What's this?" He started to open it, but stopped as Blair shook his head.

Rafe shrugged and put the box on his desk. "All right. But now I'm wondering if I should be afraid here."

Blair turned and walked away, leaving Rafe staring after him in bemusement. He glanced at the box waiting on his desk and shrugged. Whatever was going on, he'd find out soon enough. He grinned suddenly. Knowing Blair and Jim, it was something he'd like. He hoped.

Blair smiled at his lover as he climbed into the truck's passenger seat. "Sorry it took me so long, big guy."

Jim shrugged. "No problem." Reaching out and turning the key, the sentinel smiled as the engine purred. "I am glad I had her tuned up." Pulling out of his parking spot, he glanced over at Blair. "I ran into Simon, anyway. I know you've been wanting to try out that stuffing recipe, so I invited him to dinner tomorrow night, if that's okay."

Blair shook his head, forcing back laughter. "Not really. I invited Brian, too."

Jim shrugged. "So he stays later than Simon does. Shouldn't be a problem, Simon said he can't stay too long, anyway."

Rafe stared at the contents of the small box, his mouth open. They'd joked about it, sure. But... he closed his eyes, then opened them again. It was still there.

Obviously new, still in its sealed package, the purple silicon stared back at him. The label was visible. Rafe forced his numb mind to read it. "Little Flirt," he muttered. "That's Blair."

Dropping the box lid onto his table, he lifted the label to get a better look at the package's contents. Curve upon curve tapered to a smoothly rounded tip, the other end flaring abruptly to a wide flange extending from a narrow base. It was about three inches long, maybe an inch in diameter at its widest point.

Brian Rafe was a detective. He knew what it was, and he knew what it was for. He knew what his lovers wanted him to do with it. He just didn't know what it would feel like. Or if he wanted to know.

"Ah, hell," he muttered abruptly, carrying the box into his bedroom. Placing it on his dresser, he undressed and headed for the shower. He had all night to decide, he thought. But deep within, he knew he'd already made his decision.

It went in easily, the smooth silicon sliding through his sphincter with minimal resistance. He'd used just a touch of the lube Blair had so thoughtfully provided, afraid to use too much in case the thing didn't want to stay put. Lying on his bed after his morning shower, he pushed it further in, enjoying the stretching sensation as the widest part entered. It felt good, and he wondered why he'd been nervous about this.

Suddenly the plug was in all the way, his muscle contracting to fit tightly around the base. Rafe clenched his buttocks, then relaxed them and pushed experimentally. It stayed put, and he shrugged. Guess whoever designed it knew what they were doing.

Rolling to a sitting position, he gasped in shock as the move produced a nudge against his prostate. Freezing, he looked down at his half-erect cock. He hadn't even felt the erection beginning, it had happened too fast. Taking a deep breath, he stood, fighting the urge to pant as the plug rubbed against the tiny gland within. He could do this, he chanted silently as he began to dress, the motion driving him wild. He could do this.

Looking at the shirt he'd laid out, he shook his head and put it back in the closet. He could do this, yes. But now he knew why Jim wore those long sweaters.

Skipping breakfast, he drove to work in torment, the movement of his legs as he worked the pedals making him arch in tiny spasms of need. Pulling into the parking garage, Rafe turned the motor off and sat for a moment, fighting down the urge to satisfy himself. That wasn't what had been intended, and, he suspected, the reward for patience would be amazing.

Finally more under control, he headed up to Major Crimes, for once glad his day would be spent behind the desk. If walking could do this to him, he hated to think what running to catch a perp would make him feel. He grinned suddenly, wondering if Ellison ever got sent into the field on a day when he was wearing a plug.

His grin lasted until he walked into the bullpen, his eyes instantly meeting Blair's across the crowded room. The smaller man looked him up and down, his smile wide as he took in Rafe's choice of clothing. Rafe almost blushed as Blair leaned over to whisper something in Jim's ear. The other detective looked over at him, arching an eyebrow.

Turning abruptly, Rafe reached his desk, sitting down with relief. It didn't last long. He reached for the first folder on the stack, hissing as the plug moved within him slightly. Looking up, he saw Jim glance over. The man smiled at him, then turned back to his own work. Rafe closed his eyes. Jim knew what was going on. He'd done it himself. He might even be feeling the same way.

Opening his eyes, he looked across the room, then shook his head. Not wearing that shirt, he wasn't. Rafe could almost see the muscles ripple through the fabric. He found himself staring, and pulled his eyes away. Looking at Jim Ellison's body was not a good idea, not today.

Managing to bury his attention in the report he was working on took a while, but finally he did. It was a surprise when the elevator chimed, announcing the arrival of the donut cart. Rafe shifted and began to stretch, stopping as he was reminded of what lay inside him. He took a deep breath, fighting not to squirm in his seat.

Blair bounced over to the cart from Jim's desk, meeting the girl's shy smile with a grin. "Really good stuff, today," he said. Selecting a couple of muffins, he paid her, then looked over at Rafe. "Not getting anything today, Brian?"

Rafe narrowed his eyes at Blair, not for a moment missing the glee in the other man's question. "No, I don't think so, Sandburg."

Blair came over to Rafe's desk, detouring to drop the muffins on Jim's first. Hitching his hip on the corner, he grinned down at Rafe. "I haven't even seen you get any coffee today, Brian. You sure you're not coming down with H's cold?"

Blair looked at him for a long moment, and Rafe thought his almost-request had done it. But then the other man shook his head, smiling.

"I make Jim fetch and carry, too. It's part of the experience, Brian," Blair said, his voice soft. "Give in to it, man." He laughed, the sound gentle. "Be thankful I don't make you bring me stuff, like I do him."

"Believe me, I am," Rafe said fervently. Blair laughed again and left. Rafe eyed the door. The break room wasn't far. He could do it, right? Looking at the stack of reports he had to do today, he knew there was no way he'd get through them without caffeine. Gathering his courage, he stood, closing his eyes briefly as a wave of pleasure drove through him. Suppressing a moan, he began the long walk to the coffee machine.

They took pity on him, bringing him lunch. He ate at his desk, grateful that he'd not have to leave the PD. The trips to the break room, the bathroom, and the records department were bad enough. Finally, finally, the long day was almost over.

Looking at his car with dread, he sighed and bit the bullet, slipping behind the wheel, an involuntary moan slipping out as his rear hit the firm seat cushion. The drive to the loft was even worse than the drive to work had been, his nerves so sensitized that the slightest motion sent need crashing through him. It wouldn't be much longer, he thought, the anticipation curling through his middle.

He'd been half-erect all day, except for those moments when half wasn't enough. He'd been more grateful for the sweater H had given him than he'd ever thought possible. Soon, he promised himself. As soon as he walked through the doors to the loft.

The elevator was down, and he groaned as he began the climb. Walking stairs made the plug shift from side to side within him, massaging his prostate with every step. By the time he reached the third floor, his cock was pushing hard against his pants, and he could feel the moisture leaking from it. He lifted his hand to tap on the door, not surprised when it swung open before he could touch it.

"Now," he started to say, his next word cut off as he stared at the man who had opened the door. "Simon."

The captain grinned at him, stepping back to let him enter the apartment. "I hate it when they do that to me," he boomed. "It's kind of fun, doing it to someone else."

"Uh, yeah," Rafe said, his mind racing. Simon couldn't mean... No, that's right. He always complained about Jim opening the door before he could knock. Looking past Simon, he met Blair's eyes. The anthropologist shrugged.

"Hear that, Rafe? We're guinea pigs." Simon reached past Blair and handed Rafe a beer. "You feeling okay, son? You've been kind of quiet all day."

"I'm fine, sir," Rafe said. "I've just been trying to get those reports done before H gets back."

"It's Simon when we're off duty, and you know that. As long as you're not coming down with whatever he's got, that's fine. I don't need two detectives off with the creeping crud."

Jim came down the stairs, pulling a shirt on over his head. Rafe blinked and looked away, trying to hide his reaction to the sight of Jim's bare chest.

"You're sure of that, are you, Jim?" Simon smiled. "If he gets sick, I'm going to double your caseload."

"Yeah, and cut it in half again to get some of Sandburg's cooking," Jim replied, obviously not worried about the threat. "Hey, Rafe. You've got a beer, I see."

Rafe nodded just as Blair's voice rose from the kitchen. "Five minutes 'til it's food, folks. That table set yet?"

Jim moved efficiently around the table, then grinned at Rafe and Simon. "Sure is, Chief."

"About time," Blair grumbled, carrying a heavy bowl from the kitchen and setting it on a hot pad in the center of the table. Returning to the kitchen, he reappeared with a large salad and a bowl of peas. The four men settled around the table and began eating.

The stuffing was delicious, Rafe had to admit. It had some kind of cornbread base, and it had been cooked with bits of chicken mixed in to it, so the taste of the meat mingled with the herbs Blair had used. Still, he couldn't eat much. Dark looks from Jim and Blair had promised dessert, and he could hardly wait.

It seemed like forever until Simon pushed back from the table and gazed around regretfully. "This was great, Sandburg," he said. "I hate to go."

Blair's voice was innocent, but Rafe caught the twinkle in his eyes. He'd pay for that, Rafe thought, as Simon shook his head.

"For a bit," Rafe answered casually. "I wanted to ask Jim a couple of questions about one of the cases I've been looking at."

The three men stood and walked with Simon to the door. He opened it and stepped into the hallway. "Thanks for dinner, Jim, Blair."

"You're welcome, Simon," Jim replied. "I'm just sorry you can't stay any later."

Simon sighed. "Me, too." Turning, he headed to the stairwell. Jim closed the door behind him, then turned to look at Rafe. His eyes widened, and Rafe smiled at him.

Jim took a step backward and Rafe let him go, turning his gaze upon Blair. "What about you?"

Blair laughed nervously. "No way, man. Just let me get this cleaned up, though, okay?"

He moved toward the kitchen. Rafe stepped abruptly between him and the doorway. "Upstairs, Blair. Now."

Jim's voice was amused. "You've been teasing him all day, Chief. Looks like its time to pay the piper."

Jim held his eyes, then nodded once. Rafe watched as both men climbed the stairs in front of him, then growled and followed, the plug still moving within him. The sensation, the day of denial, and the certain knowledge that relief was imminent made him groan with increased need. But he'd been teased for long enough that Jim was right. It was time for a little payback.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he looked at the other two men for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was hard. "Strip and get on the bed."

Jim shrugged and complied. Eyes wide, Blair hesitated for a minute, then followed suit.

Blair swallowed again. Rafe watched as they lay down, his eyes running over the nude forms possessively. Jim lay on the far side of the bed, Blair between him and Rafe. Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, his hands firm as he touched Blair. Blair shivered as Rafe's hands ran over his chest, and Rafe smiled.

"I've had a really long day," he purred. "I think you need to make it up to me."

Rafe put a hand over his lover's mouth. "I said no talking." He let go when Blair nodded again. Lifting his eyes, he looked over at Jim. "That goes for you, too, Jim."

Jim didn't move, but Rafe read acquiescence in his eyes. Smiling approval, he returned his attention to Blair.

"I don't know what this does to Jim," he said slowly, as his hands trailed over Blair's skin, "but I know what it does to me." He paused to enjoy the shivers his touch was eliciting. Blair lay still, his skin flushed. "I've been half-crazed all day."

He rolled a nipple between his fingers, pleased when it peaked immediately. Blair arched upward into his touch. Releasing the erect tissue, he pinched the other nipple. Blair hissed in reaction.

"I expected to get here, and be made love to," he said, his voice even. "I did not expect to have to sit through dinner with Simon."

Blair opened his mouth, then closed it as Rafe looked at him sternly. Moving his hands downward, he played with the hair on Blair's chest for a moment, then moved lower. Skipping over the other man's erect cock, he stroked along his inner thighs, savoring the tiny moans that Blair couldn't suppress. His own erection leaped in response, but he ignored it. Not yet, he thought. Not until Blair was as desperate and as needy as he was.

After a time, he stood. Grabbing a pillow, he positioned it, then rolled Blair over. Placing him so his erection wasn't touching anything, he began to run his fingers over Blair's back in feather light touches. Looking up, he met Jim's dark eyes. The other detective was breathing shallowly, his arms corded with tension as he fought to keep from touching himself. Rafe smiled at him. "It'll be your turn soon enough," he promised, and watched Jim's cock jump.

His hands moved slowly down along Blair's body, stroking over his buttocks and thighs. Blair was moaning constantly, trying to push up into Rafe's touch. Rafe smiled to himself. Pulling the nightstand drawer open, he found the lube.

Trailing a finger over Blair's cleft, he smiled again as the moans escalated. Flipping the cap open, he upended the tube over Blair, squeezing a generous amount directly onto the spasming hole. Blair hissed at the cold, then moaned again as Rafe slipped a finger into the lube, rubbing it in a circle over the opening. Blair pushed backward, trying to impale himself, and Rafe retreated with the movement. Blair cried out in protest.

Rafe turned his head to catch Jim's gaze. Holding the darkened eyes with his own, he pushed one finger deliberately into Blair, watching as Jim's pupils dilated at Blair's cries of need. Pulling the finger out, he smiled at the immediate wail.

"In a little bit," he promised. Standing, he stripped, then moved to the other side of the bed. Reaching out, he touched Jim's shoulder, rolling the other man to lie on his back rather than his side. Pouring a small amount of lube into his hand, he fisted the other detective's shaft, squeezing and pulling. Jim grunted and pushed into his hand.

"I'm going to take Blair," he said softly. "I'm going to fill him up, hard and rough, just like he's been asking for all day. You have a problem with that?"

Jim shook his head, his mouth tightly closed. Rafe smiled as he realized the bigger man was following his order to keep silent. Making a decision, he nodded. "Good. And you're going to take me. Hard and rough, just like I've been wanting all day."

Jim's nostrils flared and he nodded. Rafe laughed, pumping one last time before releasing the weeping cock. He stood, looking down at the two men on the bed. Jim lay still, looking up at him. Blair was shaking as he tried to keep from moving.

Without waiting for Jim's agreement, he walked around the foot of the bed to the other side. Kneeling on the bed between Blair's legs, he coated himself with lube, then positioned the head of his cock at Blair's entrance. Pushing forward, he entered Blair in one long stroke. Blair cried out in pained pleasure, pushing back to impale himself even more deeply.

Fighting the urge to thrust, Rafe waited for Jim to follow his instructions. He bent forward over Blair's back, hearing Jim move behind him. Warm fingers touched him, pulling the butt plug out. He moaned at the loss of sensation. The bed shifted as Jim knelt behind him, and Rafe whimpered in need as he felt the large tip of Jim's penis push against him. Jim thrust just as Rafe pulled back, and all three men groaned.

Slamming forward in response to Jim's thrust, Rafe fastened his fingers on Blair's hips, pulling the smaller man up to meet him. Blair howled and pushed backward. Jim thrust again, and Rafe pulled out of Blair as he met Jim's push, then slammed into Blair once more.

It was a hard, punishing rhythm, and Rafe knew it wouldn't last for long. He held on as long as he could, but nerves sensitized for hours upon hours just couldn't take much more. Feeling his climax coming, he shouted and pushed himself deeply into Blair, thrusting raggedly as his seed spurted deep into the other man. Jim lasted a moment longer, pushing himself into Rafe over and over again. Relaxing into the thrusts, Rafe reached a hand around and pulled once on Blair's cock, feeling warm fluid flow over his hand just as Jim came inside him. Collapsing over Blair, he gasped for air.

Later, much later, after Jim had rolled them onto their sides, after they'd slept, woken to eat and clean up the kitchen, and made love again, this time gently, a voice rose in the darkness.