Author's disclaimer: Jim and Blair don't belong to me, more's the pity.

Author's notes: Previously published in 852 Prospect #1 in May of 98.

PURPOSE
By J. M. Griffin

"Yeah, Jim, do it, do it now."

I moved lower, flicking my tongue in and out and was rewarded by my lover's delicious groan.

"Yeah, there. THERE, do it. Ohhhhh."

Blair bucked in my encompassing hands and I held his hips more firmly, more purposefully and didn't stop for a moment. There was method to my madness. I was gonna get what I wanted from him if I had to ring it out of him. I brought him to the brink, then stopped my tongue thrust and moved back up to his balls, mouthing them one at a time.

"No, no..." Blair thrashed on the bed. I eased up just a bit to watch. God, he was such a turn on. That hair splayed out on the pillow, hell, all of him splayed out on the bed. He moved to grab me, to make contact. I slid down his lithe body and went back to that tight little ass of his, tonguing that rosebud opening.

"Jim, Jim, Jim..." He panted in time to the rhythm I set, his back arched as he moved toward completion. But I wasn't ready. Once again I stopped what I was doing, but this time I moved to his cock. Tiny laps and licks were all I gave and he came back from the brink again.

"Oh man, oh man, what are you doing to me? Jim, please, finish it. I'm dying here."

"Not till I get what I want, Chief." But I didn't say it aloud. His scent, that grassy natural scent he wears, filled my nostrils; his taste filled my mouth. I was as hard as he was, but I knew he wasn't quite where I wanted him.

Still, he was getting close. I sucked him into my mouth and he gasped. I started a slow, steady cadence.

"Faster," he pleaded, his hands on my head, not pushing, but definitely urging me on. I obliged. "Ah man, ah Jim..., ah Love."

That was it, that was what I ached to hear.

"My love, my own, my lover. Ah, Jim. Love. You're mine, mine, mine, Mmmmmm." And he came in my mouth and I spilled my own seed even as I drank him down.

Later, when he was fast asleep, spooned up against me, I thought about what I had worked to do. I call Blair every endearment in the book. At work I get away with stuff like Chief and Darwin and Buddy. I call him baby, lover, honey, sweetheart, (you name it), here at home. He calls me Jim and, every once in the while, Big Guy. It's only when I take him to the very brink of orgasm that I get a real endearment from him. Guess I'll have to just keep taking him there to get what I want.