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Author's disclaimer: "We, the Monetarily Poor, led by the Visions of Sexy Men, are doing the Arduous, for the Wonderfully Grateful (wihtout monetary compensation because We own nothing, dammit all anyway)."

Author's notes: Second of the new postings, fourth in the series. There is a quote at the beginning of the story that was lent to me by the talented Veronica. I adored the line and she gave me permission, plus it fueled the plot for this. Well, the other part of it was looking in a catalogue and seeing black latex jeans, of all things. Didn't know they made them. Wonder if they come in flavors...? Oh, well. (impish grin) Thanks go to Veronica for letting me use the quote from her story. All the rest of it popped outta my head. God help you all. =)

"Besides, forget to shave one morning, throw in the earrings and I guarantee you won't see the other side of the front door for at least two days."
-- Jim to Blair in Brokenhearted

Jim Ellison sighed as he rolled over in bed.

But it was a happy sigh. For once, he was waking up because he wanted to, instead of having to because it was time to go to work or rush off to do some errand or other. No, this time, he actually had a four-day weekend off and it would stick - there were enough detectives on the duty roster that Simon had promised he would not call Jim unless family members were involved. Ellison dearly hoped and prayed that his captain stuck to that promise.

It'd been a long couple of months. Every time he was supposed to have a day off, he'd get called in for some reason or another. He'd rapidly been reaching brown-out stage when this unexpected furlough had come in and Jim, with hours and hours of overtime accrued, had jumped at the chance before he could be ordered to do so.

And Blair, bless his generous little soul, had been wonderful to him last night.

Thought of his mate brought a warm, light-hearted smile to Jim's face as he stretched. He peeled back the covers and scratched idly at an itchy spot on his muscular abdomen, then slowly sat up and stretched again.

Last night had been wonderful for the sheer thoughtfulness and intimacy his guide, friend, and mate had supplied for him.

Jim had come home at eight o'clock, having stayed late to finish up the paperwork on his desk so he wouldn't have a mountain and a half of the stuff waiting for him when he got back. Tired to the depths of his soul and body, Jim had trudged into the loft, not looking forward to a long conversation with Blair, but knowing the younger man would want an explanation for his condition.

Instead, Blair had surprised him by greeting him with a soft, warm hug, merely cuddling him for a few moments and letting the weary sentinel get his fill of the guide's scent and the feel of his body. Then Sandburg had pulled away from him with a smile, offered a soft kiss to a corner of Jim's mouth, and pushed him towards the bathroom with an order to shower up and use all the hot water he could. Gratefully, Jim had done so and re-entered the living room a half-hour later in his robe, refreshed and relaxed.

Then Blair had settled him at the table with a plate holding two grilled cheese sandwiches and a bowl of vegetable beef stew and a beer. He had been unutterably grateful when Blair sat next to him and did nothing more than say he was happy that Jim was home and proceeded to pet and stroke whatever part of Jim he could reach that didn't interfere with the sentinel's dinner.

And if that hadn't been enough, Blair had then taken him upstairs after locking up for the night and had proceeded to give Jim the Wet Dream of all back rubs, which had trailed off down over his buttocks and then his thighs, calves, and finally feet. He had been grateful that the massage was intended to further relax him and not arouse him, because he had been absolutely certain he could not get it up if lives depended on it. It hadn't mattered much, because he'd fallen asleep pretty quickly after that.

Now, Jim grinned as he stood. Speaking of getting it up, he thought, feeling a warm sensation settle into his groin; low-level arousal a wonderful feeling without being uncomfortable. I'd better go find Blair and see if he has any plans and if he doesn't, maybe I can talk him into coming back to bed with me.

Sauntering down the stairs in just his boxers, Jim glanced around. His ears located Blair in the bathroom and he called out, "Chief? I'm awake."

The bathroom door cracked open a bit and one blue eye peeped out at him, making him grin.

"Hey, man! I thought I heard you moving around upstairs. Paper's on the table and there's fresh coffee if you want it. Didn't think you'd want juice, seeing as how it's almost one in the afternoon."

Jim shrugged. "Either one's fine with me, but thanks, babe. I appreciate it."

Moving over to the counter, he took down his favorite mug and poured himself a cup, adding a bit of sweetener, then moved to the table. He set down the mug after taking a couple of sips and picked up the paper.

He'd just begun reading the sports section, standing up, when he heard his beloved mate purr in a sultry tone, "If you don't have any immediate plans, I was wondering what my chances were of convincing you to go back to bed. With me."

Jim looked up and never noticed when the paper first crumpled raggedly between suddenly clenched fists, then slid to the floor when said fists spasmed open involuntarily before closing tightly again.

Blair stood a few feet before him, giving him the ol' lovin' eye. But it was the way he looked that was sending Jim's libido into overdrive.

The younger man had not shaved and his heavy five o'clock shadow had grown heavier, providing a sexy field of stubble over his cheeks and chin and around his mouth. His hair was brushed to lay in loose, wild curls over his shoulder, though the left side was pulled back to reveal two silver earrings gleaming in the left lobe. On his body, he wore a simple V-neck white T-shirt, which was tucked into ... something Jim thought was certain to be the death of him in the next few minutes, the way it made his heart pound.

Encasing Blair's lower body were jeans. They were not ordinary jeans, however. These pants had the slippery, shimmery look of black latex that had been poured over his partner and then left there to mold to his sturdy legs and clung invitingly in all the right places.

Jim came close to hyperventilating as his frantic eyes summarized his mate's appearance: lustrous hair, sultry eyes, carnal mouth, sexy stubble, shiny earrings, soft shirt, pants that were nothing but sex, and bare feet.

The sentinel pounced before Blair knew what hit him.

Blair groaned as he found himself caught up in a firm embrace, his mouth being kissed hungrily, near savagely, over and over and over again as Jim took the taste of him. He smiled against the sensual mouth when he felt his sentinel's hands slide down to cup his buttocks, then move to stroke his hips and thighs, again and again, super-sensitive fingers apparently delighting in the feel of the latex jeans.

However, when he felt that mouth begin to go lax against him and Jim's body, save for his hands, stop moving, Blair knew what was happening.

Stepping back, he broke contact between his body and Jim's hands as he said firmly, "Jim! Come back to me, James. Listen to me and follow my voice back, big guy. This is so not the time to zone out, buddy."

Blair would have continued, but Jim - not very deep into his zone out - shook his head and came back. He blinked, then focused once more on his mate.

Sighing regretfully, he said, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to."

Stepping forward again with a soft smile, Blair lifted his hand and gently stroked his lover's face. "Of course not, big guy. I understand. So, you like the feel of them?"

Ellison grinned and nodded. "You and latex always makes me think of hot sex. This is way nice, Chief. Lots of you, lots of latex ... hopefully, that equals lots of sex."

Sandburg laughed and hugged his partner. "You bet, baby. But..."

"Yeah?"

"I want you. I want you to bend over the table. I wanna be in you."

Jim shivered hotly at the words and turned without further prompting. However, as he braced himself against the table, he said over his shoulder, "You know, though, that later I get to have my way with you. You can't go flaunting yourself in those pants with the stubble and earrings and not expect to get ravished eventually."

Blair's grin was sultry. "Why, my dearest, I fully intend to be ravished by you ... later."

With a happy sigh, Jim completed positioning himself over the table. Of course, he pulled the paper underneath him, spreading it out. Hey, why not? That way he didn't have to scrub the table when they were done.

Snorting, understanding his sentinel, the guide then removed the coffee mug to the counter, then came back to stand behind his mate. Reaching over, he tugged at the waistband of the boxers and pulled, sliding them down over Jim's hips and carefully lifting them over and around the straining erection the bigger man was sporting. Then they were pulled swiftly down long, muscular legs and tossed aside once Jim had stepped out of them.

Blair took a moment to admire the beauty of the man bent over before him. He let his palms slide over the muscular back, massaging lightly as he traced the contours and ridges of the sculpted torso. He smiled as he slid his hands lower to cup and stroke the equally muscular, rounded buttocks.

"You have the loveliest physique," he said quietly. "So tall, so strong, so handsome ... everything about you is beautiful, Jim. Everything. Every single part of you, physical and otherwise."

Eyes moist, nearly overwhelmed by the blatant love and admiration in his mate's voice, Jim managed to croak out, "Forgot ... about the receding hairline, Chief. And the lines. I'm showing my age, honey."

Blair laughed as he removed the lube from one of the five pockets in the jeans. "Like this is bad? You don't get it, do you, sexy man? Your receding hairline, your lines, everything, it all serves to make you even more sexy to me. I like older men. I love you. You're everything I've ever wanted in a friend, a lover, a mate. And now, I'm gonna take what I want from you. And as always, you'll give it to me. You give so very well, James."

Unable to respond as Blair slipped lubricated fingers into his ass, Jim whimpered slightly and let himself rest on the table, his heart overcome with emotion and his body singing with lust.

Before long, the younger man had his lover prepared and he opened his latex jeans and pushed them aside just enough to free his erect cock. He slicked himself up and then moved close, rubbing lushly against his sentinel's thighs, and smiled at the excited, trilling moan the older man let loose with at the slippery feel of the pants against his sensitive skin.

Bending over his mate's back, he whispered, "Now, then ... let's see what you can give."

Jim moaned again as Blair lightly rubbed the head of his dick over Jim's slick opening back and forth; he teased the sentinel's sensitive flesh delicately, until the older man quivered with need. Then he entered him, inserting his insistent cock in his lover's body slowly, just a little, and paused to let Jim's desire escalate to rampant need.

Jim let out a guttural moan and rolled his hips enticingly, clenching his muscles around the inch or so that had entered him, trying to tempt his mate to enter him more fully. When Blair slid in another half inch, his body unconsciously reacted, sliding backwards, searching for the elusive pleasure.

Biting his lower lip lightly, Blair deliberately enticed his partner. He advanced very slowly, teasingly, forcing Jim to wait on his decision and withdrawing once when Jim's impatience got the better of him. He thrust back inside when the sentinel had calmed and pleaded without words for his presence inside him again. He moved slowly, deeply, until his hips were flush against Jim's, his balls swaying lightly against the older man's. Petting the long, muscular back briefly, he then gripped Jim's hips tightly and pushed deeper, angling for the sweet spot inside his lover.

The sentinel bucked back against him as he screamed in pure sensual ecstasy.

Blair began to move then, pulling out and pushing back in easily, fluidly, his lean body driving in a powerful if unhurried rhythm. The lubricant eased each deliberate lazy incursion into Jim's body, meaning no pain for either of them, only sweet, intense pleasure. And when Jim's body shuddered hard and they were both panting harshly, Blair leaned down and reached around to take his lover's cock in one slick hand, stroking firmly in counter-point as he savagely thrust into Jim with such hot-blooded intensity that they both howled with fierce pleasure.

They shuddered and arched and thrust together powerfully, hips jerking and writhing with an almost vulgar haste, growls and groans wafting from both throats as they strained together. Their need was so powerful, so excruciating, that neither of them could last long.

Moments later, Jim let out a sharp, gasping yell that lifted from a low pitch to a higher one as his climax consumed him. He was unaware of anything but the fierce burn that spread from his testicles and up through his gut until his seed spurted from his cock fiercely, adding more slickness to the quickly pumping hand that jacked him through his final pleasure.

For Blair, the increased pressure of Jim's pulsating muscles around his cock was too much. He braced himself and thrust in deeply, holding himself there and shuddering as he poured into his mate frantically, coming so hard that he was afraid he might not survive it.

Eventually, however, they rested plastered together atop the table, their chests rising and falling in synchronized rhythm as they fought to get their breath back.

Finally, Blair gently withdrew and straightened up, then helped his lover to stand up as well. He smiled as Jim stretched and twisted until his back cracked, following which was a relieved sigh.

Grinning ruefully, Ellison turned to kiss his mate and then said, "Chief, much as I love bending over for you, one of those signs of aging that you seem to love about me is the fact that my back can't take that for very long. I'm getting old, baby."

"No older than you were twenty minutes ago, babe. But I get your point. Would you like a massage in a hot shower to loosen you up?" Blair inquired thoughtfully.

Chuckling, feeling his lust renewing itself already, the older man drew his partner up against him, reveling in the different textures but especially the feel of those pants. "Now, why would I do that when I want to get as much of you in these jeans as possible? God, I never knew they made things like these! Latex jeans! Black latex jeans. You look like sex, honey."

"That's the whole point, big guy. I got them with you in mind. I was hoping you'd like them. The shimmery-ness, the wet look of it, the feel ... guess it worked," the younger man said with a wicked grin.

"I'll say. But you know what I wanna do next?" Jim purred, leaning down to nibble an ear.

"No, what?" Blair asked breathlessly.

"I wanna rub myself all over those jeans and then suck you off while you're wearing them. Then you're going to pull them down far enough so I can get into your ass while you wrap those latex-covered legs around my hips. I wanna feel it while I ride you hard. And then-"

"Whoa, big fella! You're putting a hell of a lot of faith in that I'll be able to get it up again after all that! What's got into you?"

"Other than you, Chief, I remember that I told you how the sight of you with stubble and earrings affects me. And walking around wearing these slick-shiny inducements to sex? Hah! You will be lucky if you don't wind up in a wheelchair after I'm done with you," Jim stated firmly.

"Lord, what have I let myself in for?" Sandburg moaned mock-piteously.

"The fucking of a lifetime. Shouldn't have teased me if you weren't willing to put out, baby," the sentinel retorted in a rough, dirty tone that he off set with a grin.

"Oh, you beast. You brute! Go ahead, then, and ravish me with impunity! What else can I let you do?" Blair said theatrically.

"Well, for starters, you can let me pull these pants down a little further and then let me get my mouth on that glorious cock of yours..."

"Yes, sir!"

It was a long, long, long time before either of them surface enough to be aware of anything but each other.

Finis.