Author's disclaimer: Petfly owns them I just play with them. If Petfly decide to come after me(cause I didn't return them in one piece) they can have my new sweater shirt, but other than that I have nothing to take.

Author's notes: Thank you Kaci for All your help. Gayle for beta'ing. This is my first attempt at a Jim/Blair pairing. Be gentle,be kind,rewind. Also I did put on my asbestos suit so feel free all comments read :)

Jungle Rhythms

" Hey Jim, man, you home?" Blair looked around the deserted loft. Smiling to himself he opened the bag in his hand and grabbed the CD inside. Moving to the stereo he dropped in the CD and turned the volume up to 6. Any higher and the windows would break. The CD his friend Robbie had loaned him had some tribal music on it from the lower region of the Amazon. Grabbing the stereo remote Blair hit play and found himself emerged in jungle sounds. Slowly the drumbeat built with intensity and several other instruments joined in to weave through the loft. Bouncing into the kitchen to start dinner Blair allowed the music to fill him.

Enjoying the music Blair began to dance to the sounds. Being rather warm after a couple of songs he removed his flannel and sweatshirt. Loosening his hair tie he allowed the unruly dark auburn locks free to bounce in time with his body. As he chopped vegetables for the salad he felt himself relaxing. This was the first time in two weeks he had time to do just that. Only one class to teach today and he didn't have to go into Major Crimes to meet Jim. He chuckled happily.

Opening the fridge he got the makings out for the dressing for the salad. He'd finished all his grading earlier in the day, so it was the beginning of a lazy three-day weekend. He didn't have to be back to Rainier until Tuesday morning and barring anything major downtown he did not have to go into the station this weekend either. Removing his shirt he saw the pile of clothes, so he ran them into his room, and tossed them in the corner. " I'll clean it later," he muttered as he looked at his neglected room. He had been trying to keep to Jim's rules regarding cleanliness, but the man was so anal it was nearly impossible. A faster song came on and Blair began to dance around the loft wildly. Bouncing on the couch and letting the music drive his body. Covering all the floor space several times he wandered, still dancing, back into the kitchen. Mixing the dressing had become a full body job. Jumping, bouncing, shaking, stirring, and leaping were exactly how salad dressing was made. The rhythm died almost as fast as it had come up, leaving a heavily breathing, sweating Guide in the kitchen. A quick look at the clock assured Blair he still had a couple of hours until Jim got home. Digging through the fridge and pantry cabinets he got out the makings of his vegetable lasagna. Hitting the 'repeat all' button on the remote Blair put it in the basket near the door. Returning to the kitchen he set about making the lasagna.

The CD went through several mood changes. Robbie was right, the music did run the gambit of the emotional scale. All the while a bopping Guide kept time to the music. Once the lasagna was finished, he put it in to cook. Doing a quick clean of the kitchen he saw he had time for a shower. Grabbing his towel, shirt, and boxers he headed for the bathroom.

Leaving the music blaring he knew at level 6 he could hear the music in the other room. A quick shower and a fast dry later, he emerged from the bathroom to yet another loud and fast beat. Joining the music, after throwing his towel and dirty clothes into his room, he began to dance with abandon. Quickly it was obvious his shower had been a waste. Sweaty, shaking, and dancing he began to slow his dance rhythm to match the sensual mood of the music. Undulating and thrusting he closed his eyes to once again feel the music in himself.

Opening the door Jim was greeted by the sound of the jungle beat. Not a surprise, since he heard it as he parked and came up the stairs. Once again the elevator was not working. Closing the door and dropping his keys in the basket he noticed the remote. Grabbing it he pointed toward the stereo, but a movement to his left stopped him from turning it off. Turning fully he saw his hot, sweaty, and semi aroused Guide moving to the music. Blair had his eyes closed and his lips slightly open. His pink tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Something about the sight went straight to Jim's groin. In fact, recently anything and everything about his Guide had that effect on him. Since the grotto and Alex, Jim had found himself wanting Blair.

Shaking himself he realized the sight of Blair like this had caused him to nearly zone out. Turning his hearing way down Jim put the remote back in the basket. Moving to the kitchen he checked the lasagna; he had smelled it cooking when he entered the loft. Grabbing a beer from the fridge he turned back to watch his Guide. Leaning on the counter Jim heard the music tempo change, and as he watched he saw Blair's movements change with the music. Twirling and thrusting to the beat Blair opened his eyes to avoid falling. Lifting his eyes up he noticed Jim for the first time. Stopping dead he saw a new look in Jim's eyes, one he was sure he did not recognize.

Walking over to the older man he smiled, " hey Jim. Sorry about the music." Retrieving the remote from the basket he turned the music way down. " When did you get in?"

Jim continued to stare at Blair as if he were live bait. " A bit ago," he mumbled taking a swallow of his beer, watching Blair carefully. He could still smell the arousal coming off the younger man. Nodding Blair moved into the kitchen to pull the lasagna from the oven. All the time very conscious that Jim was still staring at him. " Jim, man, you okay?" Not getting an answer Blair moved to the other counter to remix the salad. " Well, dinner will be eatable in about ten minutes once it has cooled some. Don't want you burning yourself," he chuckled humorlessly. Sometimes Jim ate something too hot and burned himself. Sure he could lower his pain dials, but it hurt Blair just watching it.

Trying to decide whether to kiss Blair or throw him against the wall Jim shrugged himself out of his musings. " Sorry Sandburg. What did you say?"

Shaking his head, " never mind. We can eat if you want." Jim nodded, grabbed two more beers, and brought them over to the table. He moved back to allow Blair to cut the lasagna and he went to get the salad and dressing. Blair looked up and laughed at Jim.

Jim looked puzzled, " what Sandburg?"

Laughing he shook his head, " I have got to show you how to make a full bodied salad dressing." Which sent him into further fits of laughter. Jim shook his head at his Guide and placed the salad on the table. Blair got a hold of himself and sat down. He was slightly unnerved by the way Jim had been staring so wantonly. Not to mention more than slightly aroused by the intensity of his gaze.

" Hey chief, I like the new jungle sounds. Where are they from?"

Blair looked oddly at Jim. Jim did not like his music, so where was this coming from. "My friend Robbie loaned it to me. It's from Brazil, in the southern region of the Amazon." Serving up some lasagna to Jim and then to himself.

Jim moaned inwardly 'southern region.' A bit of his 'southern region' was reacting to the pheromones that Blair was still giving off in waves. Taking a bite of the salad and willing himself to relax and calm down Jim closed his eyes and a flash of memory about Blair, jungle sounds and a wall came unbidden into his mind. This time he did moan out loud. Eyes snapping open he saw Blair staring intently at him. " Great dressing chief."

Blair burst into laughter again at that statement. "If only he knew," he mused to himself. All he knew was that Jim was making him hard by just looking at him and that was so not a good thing. Willing his body to relax Blair bit into the lasagna. Looking up he found Jim staring intently at him. If it was a staring contest his Sentinel wanted, then it was a staring contest he would get.

Dinner passed silently, both men trying to outstare the other, only succeeding in making each other harder and unable to stand up without very obvious erections. Each man sat back almost daring the other to stand, pretty sure about what they would find once the other was standing. Blair couldn't handle it anymore. "Okay Jim. Let me have it. What's wrong?"

"Why would you think anything was wrong Chief?" Jim willed himself to relax. He thought about glaciers, cold showers, Mother Theresa naked.

"You have been staring at me like I am the last thing to eat on planet Earth. So what gives?" Blair tried to be cool about the whole thing.

"Sandburg I have no idea what you are talking about." Jim took that moment to stand. He had managed to get control over his rather active libido.

Blair continued to stare at the Sentinel. He knew he had to be throwing off pheromones like crazy. With that and the way Jim kept staring at his mouth while they were eating gave him an idea. Smiling more to himself than Jim he said, " Jim I wanna fuck you."

Jim's mouth hit the floor, his erection returned with a vengeance. It was a good thing there was a counter between him and Blair, cause if there hadn't been Blair would be horizontal and loving every minute of it. "Sandburg what the fuck are you talking about?" He tried to sound angry, but it came out sounding pathetic to his ears. " I want to fuck you. Hard and fast and oh gawd yes NOW!" Blair was still seated and he said each word very carefully to let Jim know exactly what he wanted.

"Sandburg you're nuts."

" Jim if you don't fuck me now, I will go into my room and masturbate as loudly and as long as I want and I don't give a flying fuck what YOU think, care, or want." He sounded normal, but Blair was far from normal. If Jim had really not wanted him Blair knew he would be out of the loft or over the balcony by now. Besides there was no one who knew Jim Ellison better than Blair Sandburg and he was willing to bet his life, well with what he had just said, he had bet his life, that Jim Ellison wanted to fuck him through the floor.

Jim shook his head. This could not be happening. "Sandburg. Blair. You...you have it all wrong." He made no move to go to Blair. He also knew that Blair would figure out he was lying and it wasn't the erection that would give him away. But that would be a huge factor. Blair stood up showing his Sentinel his tented boxers, " oh big guy I so don't think so." The younger man moved around the counter to stand in front of Jim. Looking from head to toe and back again he did not miss the bulge in Jim's pants. Reaching out to cup the bulge with his hand he heard a moan escape from Jim's lips. Quietly and urgently he whispered, "fuck me Jim. Fuck me now." He growled it out.

It was all Jim could take. Grabbing Blair he pushed him against the refrigerator. Kissing him like his Guide was the only thing that could quench his fire he dove into the heated mouth. Blair kissed back as good as he got. Consuming Jim's tongue and sucking it into his own mouth. Their bodies rubbed against each other and both men knew this is what they both wanted and needed. When their groins lined up both men gasped and began to rub even more. Blair broke the kiss and began to suck on Jim's neck. " Oh god," escaped Jim's lips. He was in heaven. This was right and this was what they needed.

Blair pulled and pushed at Jim's clothes. Both men began to tug, suck, caress, grapple, lick, and moan into each others bodies as they removed each others shirts and pants. When his jeans and boxers pooled at his ankles Jim kicked them off. Blair let his boxers stay at his ankles and began to rub in earnest into Jim's hard and hot body. Suddenly he felt Jim stiffen and cum in spurts onto their stomachs. It was all Blair needed to for release as well.

The men began to kiss each other, knowing that this was only the beginning. "Jim, umm man wanna go to bed and try this again. Maybe slower this time?"

" Blair, only if you promise to be there always."

" Blair? Wow you called me Blair. I love you. You know that don't you?" He was slightly scared by his admission.

" Yes baby, I do. I love you too, my little guppy." Jim kissed him gently to assure him.

" Wow." He was flabbergasted.

" Now what were you saying about a bed?" They smiled and headed upstairs.

Finis for now