DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters nor do I make a claim on them. These characters are the property of Pet Fly Productions and UPN. Original characters are the sole property of the author. Characters that appear to be real people are just a figment of your imagination. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Publication Date 6-28-1997.
In Beauty Truth, In Truth Beauty Chapter 1.
Carole walked across her studio to answer the door bell. If she was lucky, and she hadn't been lucky so far today, this would be the male model that her friend at the University had promised her. The last *professional* model she had hired had arrived late and drunk. She had slammed the door in his face and lost an entire day of work. She could no longer afford such delays. Her opening was looming and she was not going to waste the opportunity that her lover, Elaine, had worked so hard to secure for her. She would open with a full showing or die trying.
When she opened the door, her heart nearly stopped-- the man was beautiful. He had wide set, deep blue eyes, well defined cheekbones, a lush, full mouth, a strong jaw, all of which was topped off by a thick mass of dark brown wavy, curls.
"Hello," she said. *Please don't be collecting for something.*
"Hi. My name is Blair Sandburg, Are you the artist Carole..?"
"Yes, come in," she said as she held the door wide.
He turned and waved at a man sitting in a dark blue Ford Expedition truck. The truck drove away. "That's my ride. He'll be back for me in three hours."
"He could have stayed."
"Nah, he's got other things to do," Blair said as he walked into the studio. He placed his bookbag on the floor.
"Have you posed before?" Carole asked as she studied the highlights in his hair.
"In my undergrad days." Blair looked around at Carole's work. "Susan said that you do beautiful work. She didn't do you or your work justice-- this is stunning. The color, the depth. The flesh in this one is absolutely alive."
"Are you an artist?"
"The best thing I can do for the art world is to never try to enter it."
Carole laughed. "You strike me as being the 'artistic' type."
"Only in music." Blair reached out and stroked the lone statue in the room. "Your show is going to a smash."
"From your mouth to God's ear," Carole said as she put on her smock. "The bathroom is through the green door, the kitchen's through the white door, help yourself to any food you manage to find. I'll *try* to remember to give you breaks, but if you get tired, let me know."
"Okay. Can I read during this?"
"As soon as I get the outline done. I'll let you know when you can move or read. You might want to freshen up before we start."
"Okay," Blair said as he went toward the bathroom. When he returned, he was already nude. "How do you want me?"
*On your back and begging,* Carole thought as she admired her model. "On the lounge, reclined," she said.
Blair laid down and watched Carole maneuver grapes that were on a wire arm, over his head. "Is another figure holding the grapes?"
"No, your figure is. But this allows the grapes to be in the proper position without your arm falling off from fatigue." Carole adjusted the height of the grapes until they matched the way they would dangle if Blair were holding them.
She went to her easel, reminded herself to send Susan flowers, and started to work. For the next hour and a half, Carole created drawing after drawing of Blair. His smile was electric, his pout perfection, his grin infectious-- the guy could do no wrong. It was a joy to draw the man.
Blair took his first break, while Carole surveyed the drawings she had started. Usually, she would have tossed at least half of her preliminary work away to concentrate on what she considered "a good beginning". But she couldn't bear to part with any these. She was still musing over the work when the doorbell rang.
*Two visitors in one night, I need to write this in my journal-- if I can find it.* At the door was a tall man with a military bearing, behind him was the same color Ford Expedition that had deposited Blair at her door. Carole harkened back to the seventies and her rebellious youth-- this man was a cop.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Hello, my name is Jim Ellison, I'm here to pick up Blair Sandburg."
Carole frowned. "You did know that he was supposed to be here for three hours?"
"Yes, but my other plans sort of fell through." Jim looked past her. "You don't mind if I wait, do you?"
"Well... give me a few minutes to cut him from the ropes."
"What?"
"Chill, it's just a joke. Come on in." Carole smirked behind the man's back. *Very protective of Blair. Well, if he were mine, it would take a well armed battalion to pull him from me.*
Blair walked out of the kitchen, chewing on a chicken leg. "Carole, who made this spicy chicken?"
"Elaine did. She's the one that can cook."
"Jim!" Blair shouted when he saw his roommate. Suddenly, Blair blushed. He grabbed his robe and wrapped it around his nude body. "You're early, man. I *did* tell you that I was going to be here three hours."
"I know," Jim said, still staring at Blair. "But Joel dumped me and ran off with this gorgeous woman who kept calling him 'Teddy Bear'. Unfortunately, he had the tickets to the car show."
"Teddy bear? I feel a major teasing coming on for Monday."
"If you had seen the goofy grin on his face, you wouldn't bother."
Blair finished his food, polished off the tea he was drinking, and hesitantly climbed back on the podium. "When you're ready, Carole," he said as he sat down on the long chaise lounge, still clutching the robe around his waist.
Carole watched this tableau play out with some interest. When Jim had walked into the studio, hackles up, ready to defend his mate from the evil artist, she would have sworn that they were lovers. But now she could see that they weren't-- at least not yet. There was a hunger between them that she knew she could capture on the canvas, if she could just get them touching.
She revealed a fresh sheet on her easel and grabbed a drawing pencil. "Okay, Blair. I want you to sit on the side of the lounge and drop the robe off your shoulders. Open it up in the front so that I can see your chest, stomach, and just a hint of your cock. I want you to entice me to come and kneel in front of you." Blair did as instructed. Jim was sitting on the couch that faced the podium-- sitting and watching with hungry eyes. Blair was timid in his look of seduction. Almost as if he were afraid to unleash the passion she had seen him display earlier. "No, Blair. You're not shy. You are in command. This is someone you've wanted a long time and now they are before you. Don't waste the opportunity. You know that they want you, but both of you are afraid to make that first move. Now you have decided to go for it. Toss your hair for me. Let it fall more casually on your shoulders. Don't worry if every hair doesn't fall perfectly in place. Run your hand through it. Purse your lips and invite that first kiss. No, don't invite it. Demand that first kiss. You know it'll be sweet. It even may be tender-- at first."
Carole watched the power of her words wash over the man on the podium. He dropped his head and gathered himself with a deep breathe that was slowly released. His eyes sparkled with desire and were focused solely on Jim. Blair wet his lips, tossed his hair, and parted his robe more at the crotch. His cock started to harden. The length of it emphasized in the satin shine of the dark red fabric.
"That's better," Carole said as she started to draw. "How could anyone resist you? I can just imagine someone that's close to you suddenly realizing that you weren't untouchable after all. They would be noticing the reddish highlights in your hair and wandering if all those curls were as soft to touch as they are to look at."
The artist spared a backwards glance to the man on the couch. His cock was straining against the khaki pants. He was looking at Blair as if he had never seen the man before. She continued to draw, capturing the intense look on Blair's face. When she was satisfied with the results, she turned to Jim.
"Jim, could you do me a favor. Strictly for perspective purposes, could you kneel in front of Blair?"
Jim took off his leather jacket and walk up onto the podium with Blair. Blair looked up at the taller man through his long thick lashes. Jim squatted down and placed his hands on Blair's knees. Their eyes locked. Blair's lips moved as if he had said something but if he did, then it was so soft that Carole couldn't hear it. Jim nodded, so he had heard what was said.
Jim lowered himself to his knees. Without further prompting from Carole, he assumed the position of a postulant. Carole's hand flew over the sheet.
"Jim, are you all right with this?" Blair asked as his roommate squatted in front of him.
"Yes, more all right than I've ever admitted. You look so beautiful."
Blair smiled. "It's just the lights."
"You carry your own light, you always have." Jim lowered himself to a kneeling position. "Right now I want to touch you everywhere."
"Why have you never said something before?"
"What could I say? Blair, I want you to put down the current flavor of the month, Miss Long Legged Beauty, and hitch yourself to this balding, uptight man that's always getting you into trouble."
"Jim," Blair stroked the older man's cheek. "I didn't think that you saw me that way. Have you ever been with a man?"
"Not since before I got married. Since my divorce, I hadn't met any man that I wanted to be with... until you. What about you?"
"A little experimentation. Nothing serious. You would have to guide me."
"I like that thought."
"Are you a good teacher?"
"I hope so."
"Will I have to stand in the corner if I don't do it right?"
"Only if I'm standing behind you."
Blair laughed, then looked guiltily over at Carole. "Were you ever going to say anything to me?"
"Next month, when we went to Catalina. I figured you wouldn't have to work so hard to hide my body with all that water around."
"That's not even close to funny, man."
"Jim, could you put your arms around Blair's waist, and Blair, I need you to arch your back as if Jim were licking your stomach," Carole called as she started a new sheet.
Jim swiftly moved into the new position. "We have to make our sacrifices for the sake of art."
Blair moaned as Jim moved his face up along Blair's body to settle into position just above his navel.
"A little more arch, Blair. Make me believe you're going mad for his touch."
"That won't take a lot of acting," Blair said as shivered from the hot air coming from Jim's nose as it wafted across his stomach.
"You smell like joy to me, Blair. I always hated it when you came home with the scent of a woman drowning out the Blairness of your body."
"Jim, you're driving me nuts."
"Good. I want you insane for me. I want you so crazy for me that you'd fuck me right on this couch, right now, with that nice lady watching us. Only when you think you'll die if you aren't inside me, only when you think that your cock is the only part of your body that is working, only when the caveman in your soul has taken over and you're ready to burn a village and slaughter an army to get to me, only then will you know half the torment I have been in over you."
"Jim," Carole called. "Would you mind taking your shirt off? I'd like an idea of the play of your muscles along your arms and shoulders."
"Here, let me," Blair said as he pulled Jim's shirt over his head.
"Blair, could put your fingertips on Jim's shoulder?" Carole looked over at the two men. "Perfect. Just hold that pose and I'll let you know when you can move."
"Would you mark me, Blair?" Jim asked.
"What?" Blair whispered.
"Would you bite me and bruise my flesh so that when I wake up I know this just wasn't another of my dreams of you."
"Jim, you've dreamed of me?"
"Waking and sleeping."
"Tell me about one that you've had."
"I was walking through the thick foliage of a rainforest and suddenly I'm attacked by these tribes people and they tie me up and carry me back to their village. When I get there I'm presented to the Chief-- that's you. It's your decision whether I live or die. I have to please you sexually in order to survive. This hits quite a few of my kinks."
"Which ones?"
"You in total control of me. You are, you know. I am so hopeless and helpless around you. Every time you go to yet another woman I want to scream. 'They don't love you, I do.' I would love for you to come up to my bed one night and just take me. No pretty words, no preambles, no courting. Maybe just a couple of words to let me realize what's about to happen and that I have *no* choice but to surrender to you."
"Jim that sounds like...."
"It wouldn't be, because I want it so bad."
"You can take a rest now," Carole called.
Blair straightened his back and looked into Jim's eyes. "I don't know you at all, do I?"
"You know me... just not all of me. " Jim rose and sat down on the lounge with Blair. "You have pretty feet, suckable ankles, lickable calves, knees that need nibbling, thighs that need stroking, and cock that is begging me to swallow it whole."
"That would impress the hell out of me," Blair said.
Jim looked back to assure himself that Carole wasn't watching, and flipped Blair's robe open to reveal the smaller man's cock. He gasped. "You're right, that should impress the hell out of you. I might qualify for the rubber throat award."
Blair laughed. "Stop it, Jim. I'm trying to be serious here."
"So am I. I might not be able to swallow it all, but I'm game to try."
"Blair, could you drop your robe and go onto your hands and knees?" Carole called, as she revealed a fresh sheet."
Blair stood up and dropped his robe. He placed his hand under Jim's chin and lifted the large man off the lounge by his chin. "Excuse me, Big Guy." Blair got onto the lounge and looked back over his shoulder.
Carole looked over. "Jim. I can't see Blair."
"Sorry," Jim said as he moved out of her line of sight.
Carole sketched for several minutes while Jim stood to the side and stared.
"Blair, I would have sold my soul for just yesterday to see you like this."
"What would you do with me?"
"You are a virgin."
"Jim..."
"I would lick the back of your thighs until you were comfortable with me being behind you. Then I lube my tiniest dildo and put in your ass."
"YOU have a dildo?"
"I have several. I still fuck myself with them. Sometimes, I pretend that they're you. Of course, now that I've seen what you're packing, I'm going to have to buy a bigger one. I'm sure they have a Blair-sized one in the shameless whore section of my sex toys catalog."
Blair whipped his head around to stare at Jim. "JIM!!!!"
"Blair, please look this way. Jim, stop teasing my model."
"Sorry," the two men said in unison.
Carole finished the sketch and started a fresh sheet. "Jim are you wearing underwear?"
"Yes," Jim answered slowly.
"Boxers or briefs?"
"Briefs."
"Would you mind taking off your pants and holding Blair across your lap? Nothing explicit."
"I guess that will be alright," Jim said as he took off his pants.
"Great," Carole said as she watched him. "Okay, Jim. I want you to pretend that you love Blair. I mean *that* way. Hold him across your lap. Snuggle him into your arms as if you have been apart in some dangerous situation. Hold him like you've never let him know that he's yours." Carole watched Jim settle the younger man into his arms. "A little tighter to your chest, he's not fragile squeeze him to you. Better. Okay, Blair, I want you to gaze up at Jim. You've allowed him to touch you for the first time. This is it. You are surrendering your body to his tender care. Lovely." Carole began sketching. "Okay, Jim, grab a fistful of those curls. Think tender and possessive at the same time. Great. Beautiful. Smolder a little more for me. Don't hold back. Blair, reach up and put your hand on the back of his head and pull it down for your first kiss. Jim, lean down. Blair, strain upward. Almost, almost."
Jim closed the distance between their mouths and kissed Blair. Blair moaned against the other man's mouth. Their tongues touched. Jim began to run his hands down the younger man's side. Blair forced their mouths apart.
"Jim, Carole is watching us."
"I don't care. Carole, do you care if I kiss Blair?"
"Heck, no." Carole continued sketching.
"Let me love you, Blair."
"Now?" Blair asked as he looked back at Carole.
"I'm not asking to fuck you, right here, right now. I'm asking for something much scarier. I'm asking you to let me be in love with you and to help you learn to love me."
"I do love you, Jim."
"Good, that's a start. I want you to be exclusive to me. Can you do that? I can't share you anymore. Me and only me. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"No more flavor of the month?"
"They're gone. Just you." Blair rolled Jim over and nearly off the narrow piece of funiture. He kissed the older man fiercely.
"Hey, who told you to switch positions?" Carole asked. She was about to walk over and move them back into the other position, when Blair yanked down Jim's briefs. Jim's erection was released. "Oh, well," she said as she revealed a fresh sheet. She let the men decide what position they needed to be in.
It was hard to dress when they couldn't take their eyes off of each other. Jim had been shocked to see how long they had been there. Hours had flown by because he had Blair in arms, under him, on top of him, and beside him. They had made love in poses in all but the final penetration. That would happen, and soon. Jim could go slow and not ravage his beloved Blair as soon as they got into the truck. Surely, he could make it until the first red light.
"Here's your fee, Blair. I can't tell you and Jim how much I appreciate you. This will be the most explosive work I have ever done. Jim, I need you to sign this release," she said as she held the out the clipboard.
Jim's hand hovered over the form. "I'm a cop," he finally said.
*Damn, Carole, you're good.* "It's okay, I'm just using your figure, not your face. Read the first paragraph." Jim read the document, smiled, and signed it. Carole handed him an envelope. "Thank you both," she said as she waved them out the door. She crossed the studio, picked up the phone, and dialed.
"Hello," a slightly sleepy voice said on the other end.
"Elaine, I'm coming over there and fuck you to death," Carole said.
"This better be Carole or I'm hanging up," Elaine mumbled.
"It is My Love. Wait until you see the sketches I've done. If they don't self combust during the night, I should have all I need to complete the show."
"Bring some with you. Whatever has you this stirred, I want to see."
"Take your vitamins, Babe. You'll need them."