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It was strange how a disaster could change the way you look a things, Blair mused on his way to Jim's apartment. Some weeks ago, he hadn't been sure about his feelings for Jim. But when it seemed he may lose him, he'd realized how much he loved the older man. All his doubts seemed ridiculous next to the specter of Jim's death.
When Jim was released from the hospital three days after his heart attack, he had asked Blair to hire a nurse. But Blair wouldn't want to hear any of it. He declared he was perfectly able to take care of Jim. Jim didn't resist as the idea of having Blair fussing over him made him incredible happy. Blair had moved into his apartment - just to help Jim recuperate, he had assured his patient - and played Florence Nightingale.
Blair spent almost all his free time with Jim. He constantly monitored his condition, afraid that he would suffer another attack. The attack had been mild but had been a warning best treated with respect. Blair wished he could force Jim to obey doctor's orders. The older man was stubborn and downplayed the seriousness of his condition. As much he liked to be pampered by Blair, he didn't want to seem like a weak old man in front of his younger lover. Jim received a lot of flowers, gifts and get well cards. He talked to his friends on the phone when Blair was at the university. He used the phone because he didn't want to see anybody. He told his friends that he felt too tired for visits but, in reality, Jim was guarding not his own health but his own private heaven with Blair.
When Blair entered the apartment, the maid was just leaving.
"Hi, Monse! How's the patient doing?"
"Ah, Senor Blair." She rolled her eyes and winked at him with a smile. "Smoking otra vez." She made a movement with her hand like holding a cigarette.
Blair sighed and went to the bedroom. He found Jim reading the newspaper in bed. He crawled on the bed and kissed him soundly.
"How is my favorite man doing?"
"Starving! I thought we could cook something Italian, what do you think?"
"Sounds good."
"My brother is coming over to talk business for a while."
"Your brother?"
"Steven. Have you seen the headlines?"
He held the newspaper in front of Blair. The headline read "Fraud investigation deepens at Ellison Enterprises".
Haskill's fraud had become a public relations disaster for Ellison Enterprises. The scandal affected the whole company. Blair was very glad that the contract hadn't been legal and he didn't own the factory. He didn't care a bit about the damn business. The only thing he wanted was for Jim to rest. He slept at Jim's side and tried to coddle him on every occasion possible. He bathed and shaved him, they ate breakfast in bed and Blair cooked Jim's favorite dishes. The younger man didn't mind a bit that Jim was not up to sex yet. He knew the medication would prevent any activities.
Blair snatched the newspaper away.
"I'll read that later," He stated when Jim started to protest, "Hold me a while. My students gave me a hard day."
Jim smiled and cradled Blair close. "Did you notice every time I do something you don't like, you try to bribe me with something sexual?"
"I do what I can," Blair mumbled against Jim's chest.
Jim laughed. "I'm not complaining."
"Good." Blair shifted in a more comfortable position. "Because all I have to offer is my youthful body."
Jim laughed out loud and squeezed the heavy bundle in his arms.
"How about a roman pizza, hmm?" He whispered into Blair's curls.
"With tuna fish?"
"Whatever you want."
"Okay."
Blair got up only to find that Jim had already made the dough ready to be spread with Blair's favorite ingredients.
Stuffed with pizza and red wine, they snuggled on the bed and watched the news. The last weeks had been the best of Jim's life.
They really got along surprisingly well living together. They had a few arguments about bathrooms and tidiness. Blair had managed to spread the few belongings he had brought all over the apartment. But Jim could easily overlook this since they loved the same things and seemed to have similar habits.
Jim loved it and enjoyed every minute of it, even when his recovery left him unable to have sex and left them simply snuggling in bed. He obsessed about the idea of living with Blair for real but he doubted that the independent professor had any interest in playing house with a clingy, burned out businessman. Maybe a vacation together would change the younger man's mind? He decided to ask casually.
"How about we go to the Riviera? Monte Carlo?"
"It would be cold in October, man. If I ever go to the Riviera I want to be able to bake in the sun and swim."
"It's nice in October. It is still sunny and you can bathe if you are brave."
"Let's go to Hawaii instead," Blair suggested.
"We could sit in street cafes and make out. Walk on the beach hand in hand. And shock the waiter when he brings us the breakfast in bed." Blair chuckled at Jim's romantic ideas. "I want to show you off. Look! Here I am walking with my arm around my beautiful, young lover." Blair snorted. "Pretty girls looking for an old millionaire will bat their eyelashes at you but you're mine." Jim sucked gently at Blair's lips. "And we could stay up all night, sleep till noon and then we make love, long and very sweet."
"Yeah, dream on. I really don't see why we have to fly all the way to France when we can do the same here. Now, for example." Blair smiled seductively at Jim.
Jim sighed and snuggled at Blair's shoulder. Sleepily, he toyed with Blair's chest hair and nipples. Blair squeezed him hard. Jim tried to seduce him and Blair wasn't sure if this would work.
"You have to finish this."
"No problem," Jim murmured.
It was a problem but Jim thought he could go through with it. His doctor had warned him that his medication and exhaustion would prevent any sexual activities. But he didn't want to disappoint his younger lover again. He turned on his stomach and Blair began eagerly massaging and kissing his back. He buried his face in the nape of Jim's neck and nipped and sucked at the strong muscles. The older man's skin was very sensitive there and he wiggled and moaned. Blair's hand wandered lower over the spine, down to the crack of his ass. When he brushed over the opening, Jim yelped.
"Don't go anywhere!" With a hard final bite Blair reached to find lube and a condom in the nightstand.
He prepared Jim and slid on top of the larger man. Jim raised his ass invitingly and Blair pushed in. He searched for Jim's cock but Jim caught his hands and held them close to his chest. Blair pumped him with slow, long strokes. This was heaven. Blair had missed the powerful feeling of making love to Jim. He picked up speed and when Jim cried and bucked under him, he came.
For some time he just laid there slumped over the strong body, sweating and panting. After a while, he snuggled back next to Jim who hadn't moved. Blair fell asleep with a happy smile on his face. Jim slowly turned around after he was sure Blair was out. He hadn't come. In fact, he even hadn't even gotten hard. He sighed and stared at the ceiling. How long before Blair would find out and would go looking for someone else?