Disclaimer: This is NOT intended to infringe on any, I mean ANY copyrights belonging to Rysher Entertainment, Pet Fly Productions or ANY other possible copyright holder (Paramount, Viacom etc...) of The Sentinel and its world. You own them, I'm just borrowing them and I promise I'll return them to you unharmed. I'm not making a dime off this stuff okay.
Special thanks to Ms. M.
I wrote this a few days ago, because it was just too darn cold to to outside.
This takes place a few days after "Blind Man's Bluff"

The Bath

"A lover is nothing more than a sexy friend."

Jim Ellison sighed. "Blair. Man will you stop looking at me like that, I'm all right." Jim almost wished he still saw that golden glow around his head.

Blair Sandburg raised his hands defensively and shook his head. "I'm not saying you're not, man...it's just..."

"Just nothing."

"Just that you and Margaret didn't exactly hit it off the way you thought you guys would."

Jim sighed loudly and was glad that his friend didn't have his Sentinel hearing. "Well, Sandburg, these things happen."

Blair sat on the arm of the sofa. "That's exactly why I didn't want you to meet her, man."

Jim closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling, perfect, from his vantage point on the sofa. "Weren't you the one who left us alone together?"

"Only because that's what you wanted me to do, and I figured if you weren't going to get along, the sooner the better in finding that out."

Jim sighed. "Oh shit, Chief, I'll never figure women out."

Blair shrugged. "I don't think you're supposed to. Anyway, Jim, I've got the perfect cure for what ails you. A bath."

"A bath?"

"Not just any bath Jim, a nice hot bath, complete with my own special concoction, that is guarenteed to make you feel like....like a new man."

Now Jim opened his eyes and looked at his housemate. "Why do I get the idea that if I say no, you'll pursue this 'till the ends of the earth?"

"Maybe because I will."

Jim groaned, then managed to push himself off the sofa. "Okay Chief, you're in charge."

Blair smiled and looked excitedly at Jim. "It'll be an experience you won't forget."

The first thing Jim sensed when he walked into the bathroom, were the distinct smells hitting his olfactory senses full force. He couldn't pinpoint any of the scents, but together, they smelled something close to pine. Blair sat on the edge of the tub, Jim stared at him.

"You're not getting in the tub with me, are you?" he asked.

Blair nearly blushed, but smiled boyishly. "No Jim, don't think the tub's big enough." He waved his fingers in the air. "These fingers are going to iron out all that tension in your body."

Jim frowned. "I'm not tense."

Blair shook his head. "A person doesn't have to have Sentinel vision to see when their friend is tense. Come on Jim, I feel responsible about Margaret. I know you wanted to meet her but...let me do this for you, please."

Jim looked into Blair's eyes and couldn't resist that damn puppy dog expression he initiated when he wanted to get something. He must have been a damn spoiled kid. "Okay, okay. But...could you turn your back 'till I'm undressed?"

Blair threw his hands up and oblidged. "Sure," he said to himself, "you think I've never seen a naked man before..." Shit, stupid to whisper around someone with Jim's hearing.

"Well, I'm not an exhibitionist," Jim said.

"I'm not either...I'm just less inhibited."

Jim just shook his head and undressed. When he entered the tub, he smiled. It was hot, but not too hot, just the way he liked it, how did Blair...Jim was suddenly overtaken with the feel of the water against his skin, it didn't feel like a bath normally felt, this water was softer, it felt like satin against his skin. He would have zoned out, if he hadn't heard Blair's voice.

"Jim, over here."

He suddenly opened his eyes and blinked at Blair's questioning expression. "Yeah, I'm all right." He moved underneath the bubbles over to where Blair sat. Blair pushed him back so he was leaning against the wall of the tub.

"Okay, here go the magic fingers."

Blair began to slowly knead Jim's shoulder muscles in an even back and forth motion. Jim leaned back and closed his eyes. Even without his heightened sense of touch, it felt good, but he could feel every bone, every muscle and tendon of Blair's fingers. He shut out that feeling and then concentrated on the pine smell he was immersed in, but then he was aware of another smell, a scent that was very familiar. He smiled when he realized it was the man who was rubbing his shoulders. Strange, he'd never noticed Blair's own unique scent before, he smelled like herbs, probably because he believed in "natural" soaps.

Jim felt himself taken away by the senses around him, the smells, the hands on his body, he didn't feel like he was zoning out, he felt relaxed, complete. Jim opened his eyes and found himself looking into Blair's eyes. Suddenly, Blair stopped what he was doing as his eyes locked with Jim's. For awhile, it was if time and space had stopped around them, and they were in their own world. Slowly, Blair leaned over and lightly kissed Jim's lips. Blair's lips were so soft, full what did they taste like? Jim pushed himself up, turned around and pulled Blair down to him, then Jim opened his mouth and kissed Blair's mouth, forcing the younger man's mouth open. Jim felt Blair's soft lips, full tongue, gums, teeth, he ran one hand though his friend's hair. while the other hand gripped Blair's shirt. Jim felt his erect penis pressing against the tub, felt his body on fire...he felt as though he'd explode...

...Then he opened his eyes again and looked at his friend. Jim blinked as though waking up from a dream. He realized what he was doing and let go of the younger man so abrubtly, Blair almost fell into the tub.

"Oh shit," Jim said, pushing himself away from Blair.

Blair stared at his friend. What happened? Did he do something wrong? Was his breath bad or something? Jim looked like some evil spirit had materialized in front of him.

"Jim what's..."

Without another word, Jim jumped out the bathtub, wrapped a large towel around his body and stormed out the bathroom.

Blair put his hands over his eyes and wondered if he was going to cry or not. He hadn't planned for that to happen...had he? He'd suggested the bath and the shoulder rub but that was it, Blair hadn't even peeked when Jim undressed. But...the kiss...he'd dreamed about kissing those lips for how long...when Jim had saved his life for the umpteenth time? Maybe. But something else had happened when Jim was blinded by the golden. For once, *he* Blair Sandburg was the one in charge, and Detective James Ellison was the one dependent on him, and even though Jim really didn't like being so dependent, he was relaxed around Blair, because he trusted him, he trusted him with his life, the same way Blair trusted Jim.

He took his hands away from his eyes, but Jim still wasn't there, he wasn't comming back, so Blair drained the bath water and sighed. "More than friends, Jim...a lot more..." Blair knew that it was possible for Jim to hear him, but he didn't care, it was what he felt.

Blair sat on the edge of the tub, not thinking. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Shit," he whispered. Blair unbuttoned his jeans, which were starting to feel very tight and reached inside his briefs. He began stroking his hardening penis, closing his eyes and grunting at the touch. Then, as if waking up from a dream, Blair opened his eyes and looked down at his hand. Shit, now he was starting to "zone out." He hadn't meant to do that...really...

Jim had started to walk up the steps to his room, but then focused his hearing on Blair in the bathroom. He heard his partner unbutton his pants, fumble with his briefs, then heard the soft groan of arousal. Jim put his hand on the bannister to steady himself, he'd forgotten he was still wet, as he was only aware of Blair's voice, his hands touching himself. What the hell was happening to him? Why was he feeling this way? He'd never felt this way about another man since...well, that was years ago, and Jim was in the army and Walter was much older than him, he'd left Jim when his tour was up and married a woman. Jim had no idea where Walter was today or if he was even alive.

Jim hadn't been certain then if he was bisexual, or if that was just a one time thing. He and Blair had never talked about sex, he'd always assumed Blair was heterosexual, since he was always talking about women. But Blair had also been exposed to many different cultures, different ways of life. God, how far had the kid gone sexually?

Jim heard a sound, shoes, come closer. He blinked, shook his head and turned around. Blair was standing, staring up at him. Jim looked down and saw the younger man's penis, sticking out of the opening of his jeans. Quickly, Jim recovered himself and started back up the stairs. The shock of seeing Blair, made Jim unsteady on his feet, and gave Blair a chance to beat him up the stairs.

Jim tightened the towel around his hips, hoping Blair couldn't see his hard on. "Get out of the way, Blair."

"No man, I'm not going anywhere."

Jim reached for Blair, to push him away, but Blair was quicker, and he wasn't dizzy with desire. Blair pushed Jim on the bed, the older man landed on his behind, the next thing he knew, Blair ripped the towel off his body and was dropping to his knees.

"Blair...what the hell..."

But Jim's words were interrupted, when he felt a tongue, long, solid, working its way up and down his shaft. Jim forced himself to sit up and grasped the bed clothes for support. "Chief..." he tried to say, but couldn't get his mouth to make any words. Blair's tongue swirled around one testicle then the other, then moved, slowly to Jim's inner thighs, licking, caressing. Blair kissed Jim's left inner thigh, then gave it a quick nip, causing Jim to jump. All of the Sentinel's senses were assaulting him at the same time, the feel of Blair's tongue on his body, the scent of his partner, the sucking noises Blair's lips were making as they curled around his thighs.

Blair's tongue went back to its original spot, licking Jim's shaft up and down, down and up. Jim's hips started to buck involuntarily, his trembling hands gripped Blair's shoulders, he wanted more, he wanted it all. But Blair continued to lick, and tickle and tease.

"Blair...please...dear God..."

Blair stopped what he was doing, and looked up at Jim. "Please what?"

Jim groaned. "Don't torture me...please..."

Blair smiled, then blew on Jim's penis, causing the older man to groan loudly. "What do you want me to do, Jim?"

Jim closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to. "Blair...do it...suck me..."

"I thought you'd never ask." Blair's head disappeared from Jim's view, as he slowly wrapped his lips around the head of Jim's penis. Jim threw his head back and groaned in appreciation. Blair opened his eyes and knew that Jim probably thought he couldn't get the whole thing in his mouth. Jim was large, not unusually so, but large, however, Blair had a few tricks up his sleeve. He inhaled deeply and took the entire penis into his mouth, relaxing his throat so he wouldn't choke.

That motion stunned Jim who was attacked by his tactile senses. He thrust his hips forward, then backward, trying desperately to control the rhythm. Blair felt him moving, inside his mouth and sucked harder, letting his teeth scrape the large organ, ever so sligtly, and flicking it, at the same time with his tongue.

Jim cried out loud. He wanted to grab Blair by the hair and slam into him, but he didn't want to choke the kid. As Blair's sucking and tongue pressure became more and more vigorous, Jim's options were running out. His vision was becomming blurred, and there was a roaring in his ears that was growing louder and louder with each thrust and release was the only thing on his mind now.

"Shit Sandburg..." Jim growled. To hell with this shit, to hell with worrying about choking the kid. He'd think of something to tell the cops. Jim grabbed Blair by the hair, tangling his fingers in the long curls, and slammed his face into his groin, as Jim thrust harder and harder into his partner's mouth, which was now sucking harder and harder on his penis.

Jim felt the sweat on his body, hands on his own hips, the lips and teeth scraping his penis, heard his own ragged breathing. Then, suddenly, his entire body tensed up and the next thing Jim heard was somebody cry out, loudly. His first thought was that he'd hurt Blair, but then he realized it was his own voice he'd heard. Blair heard the shout, just before he felt the salty warmth shoot into his mouth. It went on and on and Blair was afraid he'd choke, Jim hadn't released his hold on him and Blair didn't want to push himself away, that might be interpreted as being disgusted. Blair released his grip on Jim's hips, and immediately felt the older man's hands relax. Blair looked up in time to see Jim falling backwards on the bed. Jim's chest heaved up and down and Blair's eyes widdened. Was he having a heart attack or something? Oh, man, he thought, if Jim died right here, how the hell was he going to explain that one?

Blair moved to the head of the bed. Oh, shit, it looked like he'd stopped breathing. "Jim...Jim...are you all right man..." Blair reached out for Jim with a trembling hand. Suddenly, Blair felt something grab his wrist, he opened his mouth to say something, when he saw Jim's blue eyes staring at him.

"Oh, shit man, you scared me to death..."

Jim said nothing, he grabbed Blair by the shoulders and pulled him close, kissing the student, tasting the salty taste of himself on his lips. Blair relaxed into the kiss, glad that his friend wasn't mad at him. Then, Jim sat up quickly and threw Blair over his lap.

"Hey, man...what are you doing?"

"Turnabout's fair play Sandburg, don't you think?"

"Yeah...sure man...but..." Blair's eyes widdened as his jeans and briefs were pulled down in one swift motion. His hard penis pressed against Jim's thigh. "Jim..." Blair said, trying not to whine.

"It's not nice to tease your housemate, Sandburg." Jim hit Blair hard on his bare bottom.

"Ow!" Blair cried. He tried to wiggle out of Jim's grasp, but the Sentinel was too strong and too determined.

Jim gave Blair another spank, then another. "You can use this in your thesis, Cheif. wonder if any Sentinel has been known to spank his Guide." Jim followed that with another spank.

"Jim..." Blair realized that with every spank, his penis was rubbing harder and harder against Jim's thigh, until he was bucking his hips in time to Jim's spanks. "Ow...Jim...ow...harder...Jim...harder...."

Jim complied with his guide. "Nice to see you're seeing things my way." The spanking contiuned.

Blair shut his eyes tightly as he thrust wildly against Jim's thigh as the spanking became harder and faster. Suddenly, Blair cried out and came hard, against his partner's body. The spanking stopped and Jim leaned over and kissed Blair's rear end.

"There, there, now that wasn't so bad...was it?"

"Oh man," Blair blinked to get his vision back and slowly raised himself off Jim's lap. Sure he'd been spanked before, but never like *that*.

"Long time, huh?" Jim said.

Blair shot him a glare, then nodded.

"Me too," Jim said. "Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes and get under the covers?"

Blair pulled off his flannel shirt, kicked off his jeans and briefs and dove under the covers.

Jim shook his head and got under the covers more slowly. He leaned against the pillows and smiled at Blair, lying on his side, next to him, looking up into his face.

Jim ran his hand through the younger man's curls. "Hummm...never knew anyone to react to spanking like that."

Blair grinned sheepishly. "What, you're going to do that to me when I get out of line?" he raised his eye brows and tried to hide a grin.

"Shit no Chief. Just have to think of a punishment that doesn't get you so excited.

"Good luck." Blair winked at his partner.