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Thanks to Ellen and Sheila for doing the beta. This was originally part of the Slash Advent Calendar 2003 at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2003

Blair is swirling his tongue around the end. Now he's popping it back in his mouth and sucking eagerly. Those beautiful lips are pursed tightly around the thick length as he moves up and down on it.

Oh God. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. My cock is rock hard right now and I bet he knows it too, the little shit.

He's so intent, so focused. Blair doesn't do things half-way. He's trying to drive me out of my fucking mind and doing a first-rate job of it.

His mouth is all red and sticky. I can't help zooming in until all I can see are those beautiful, lush lips being penetrated again and again. I can hear the slurping and the swallowing and the occasional click of his teeth. The sound goes straight to my cock and I shift uneasily on the other sofa where I've been banished for interrupting the TV show he wanted to see. Watching is all I'm allowed to do.

I'm going to kill Megan. This is all her fault.

Heh. I'm going to have to thank Megan. She provided the inspiration and the means. Who knew this would be so much fun?

I'm pretending to be totally involved in the documentary on the ancient Assyrian military, but I'm sneaking peeks at Jim. He's so turned on, if that impressive bulge in his pants is any indication. His hungry, desperate eyes are glued to my mouth and what I'm doing with it. Teasing a sentinel can be dangerous; it can also be thrilling as hell. I'm turning myself on here.

I speed up the action and decide a little vocal appreciation would be nice right about now. Jim twitches and makes an abortive move towards me. Ah, he's sitting back down. Good boy, Jim. That deserves a reward. I moan again.

Megan definitely deserves to die.

It seemed so innocent in the beginning. She burst into the squad room this morning wearing a Santa hat and waving handfuls of the biggest candy canes I've ever seen. She started passing them out and wishing everybody a Merry Christmas.

These suckers were big, a foot long and at least an inch wide. I thanked Megan politely and watched Blair accept his with a big grin. I had no idea that my future held this... this torture.

So when we got home and sat down to watch Blair's program after dinner, I had no premonition of danger when Blair pulled out the candy cane and peeled off the plastic wrap. I just dialed down my sense of smell at the sharp, fresh burst of peppermint that filled the air.

"God, I love candy canes," Blair enthused. "They're the quintessential Christmas treat." Then he proceeded to love the hell out of that candy cane.

It took me a couple minutes to realize what was going on. I couldn't believe my eyes. Blair was fellating that candy cane with enthusiasm and skill. I knew exactly how that felt and my cock went sproing!

Unfortunately, when I started snuggling up to him and hinting about the candy cane I had in my pocket, Blair blinked up at me innocently and protested, "But I've been wanting to see this all week! Can't it wait?" Trying to change his mind got me evicted from his side and the evil little shit continued to put on his sex show, while pretending to be completely engrossed in the TV.

But I can smell the pheromones and I can see the hard-on he's packing. He's not fooling me one bit, but Blair's running this show and all I can do is grit my teeth and hang on.

You are so dead, Megan.

Okay, this has been fun but Jim's been sitting there, drooling, long enough. I slowly set the candy cane down on the table, and look over at Jim, who's come to a sudden, tense attention.

I waggle my eyebrows and leer, "So... Jim. Why don't you show me your candy cane now?"

Whoa, he's over so fast I'm surprised I don't hear a sonic boom.

Oh God... finally! I'm standing between Blair's legs, whipping my aching cock out and pushing it into his hot, willing mouth in seconds. Oh yeah oh yeah oh fuck yeah.

I've got my eyes locked on that gorgeous mouth I've been staring at for the past hour, but this time it's my cock sliding in and out, with his tongue caressing all the sweet spots. My hands are working through his thick curls, his laughing, loving eyes staring up into mine. Ah Blair, you feel so fucking good.

And then the tingling starts.

One moment, Jim's happily fucking my face and the next moment, he gives this deep, guttural groan that goes straight to my cock. Then he just goes wild. His hands stop caressing my hair and clamp down, holding me captive, as he suddenly starts ramming my mouth. Not that he's hurting me, because Jim would never. It's just that he's taking my mouth, using me, and I have no say about it. I moan, finding that incredibly arousing, and he gasps and starts chanting, "Oh god, oh god, oh god...."

I have no idea what's different this time, and I can hear the surprise in Jim's voice, but I am going for it. Jim's so beautiful, so hot, lost in his pleasure like this. His whole body is undulating with fierce animal urgency and his head is thrown back, mouth open and gasping out helpless sounds of ecstasy. I'm shivering with my own excitement and I start frantically rubbing myself through my jeans.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...."

Thousands of nerve endings all over my cock, but especially in the head where the skin is thinnest, are stimulated beyond belief. The tingling becomes more and more intense, shooting through my cock and straight up into my brain. Hips pumping frantically, I ride the edge between pleasure and pain. If I hadn't already been so turned on by Blair's performance, this might be painful. Instead, it intensifies the pleasure, making it a sharp, sweet, piercing joy that climbs higher and higher

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...."

It's all I can do not to zone on my cock, but I've got my hands in Blair's hair and I can smell his arousal and hear/feel the vibrations of his deep, eager moans. It's just enough to ground me. It hasn't been this good for me since I hit puberty and discovered what else my cock was good for.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...."

I can hear myself mindlessly chanting, but I don't care as I ride the waves of sensation blasting through my body. Then, suddenly, I hear the sound of Blair's zipper and a burst of Blair sex smell envelops me and I know he's jerking off and it's too much... too much. The pleasure peaks and a cry rips past my dry throat and I spasm violently, shooting into Blair's warm, sweet mouth.

"Oh god, please please please please...."

The pleasure slows down and I can finally stop, pulling free from Blair's mouth and collapsing to the floor. Head pillowed on his thigh, I kneel there gasping for breath.

A slight turn of my head and I'm staring straight at Blair's cock, dancing in the grip of his fist. I can't take my eyes off it, fascinated by the close-up of Blair's self-pleasuring. The smell of his rut fills my nostrils and I can tell from the tremors in the thigh I'm resting against that he's very close. My beautiful Blair.

Ah, here it comes. His cock spasms hard and come spurts out rhythmically--one, twice, three times--and drips down his fist. My own cock throbs one last time. Blair sighs and relaxes.

"Wow!"

Okay, I don't see why that's so funny, but Jim chuckles and then bursts out laughing, falling back onto the floor, where he lies sprawled and having a fit. I lean over him, grinning helplessly, and he pulls me down on top of him, tickling me until I'm squirming and laughing too.

"What? What? Stop it, Jim. Why're you laughing?"

He looks up at me, his face so happy and sated, that I can't help grinning back. I love this guy so much. His eyes crinkle with amusement and, shining underneath that, the love that he still has a hard time admitting to out loud.

Then he's kissing me, slowly, luxuriantly, tongue reaching in to twine with mine. I know I taste of come and peppermint and Jim seems to like it. I protest when he pulls away.

"We need to buy Megan some roses," he tells me, mock-seriously. "A dozen red and a dozen white ones."

I laugh. "You liked the candy cane, huh?"

Jim leers up at me. "Sandburg, I loved the candy cane." He pauses and then says, dramatically, "Peppermint oil."

It takes me a second and then my eyes widen. "You mean...."

"Yup. The minty, fresh tingle." Jim starts chuckling again.

"Oh man, I totally forgot about that. Are you okay? I mean, for a sentinel that stuff would be too strong. Did I hurt you?"

"Relax, Chief. It was only traces in your saliva. I should probably wash it off pretty soon but, believe you me, I was feeling no pain!"

"You're sure?" It's not often that Jim's sensitivities slip past me like that and I'm sort of beating myself up here. But Jim's got his hands clamped on my butt and he's rocking obscenely up against me and, from the happy grin he's sporting, it's pretty clear he's not having a problem. "So, you want to thank Megan, huh?"

"I'm thinking more bribe here. Maybe we can get her to give up her supplier and then we're going to go buy a case of those things." Jim frowns. "Hell, maybe two cases."

I am so down with that. I'm visualizing a candy cane orgy that starts Christmas Eve and tapers off sometime after New Year's. We are going to have such a fucking merry Christmas!

End Jim Sings the Candy Cane Hallelujah Chorus by Caro Dee: carodee@popullus.net

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