Disclaimer:  These guys aren't mine, but I thought they could use a 
little "day brightener".  UPN and Pet Fly actually own them, but I let 
them have more fun. ;)  I don't know who "Afternoon Delight" belongs to, 
but it was performed by the Starland Vocal Band back in the 70s.  I'm 
flagrantly changing a pesky pronoun to suit my nefarious purposes.  

Rating:  MAO for m/m, some smarm ahead
(You didn't expect a plot on short notice, did you?)

This isn't beta'd.


Afternoon Delight

by Candy Apple


Jim Ellison struggled to keep his attention on the computer monitor in 
front of him.  He checked the clock on the wall for the tenth time in so 
many minutes.  The Fall semester at Rainier was in full swing again, and 
his partner had an unusually heavy teaching load.  A tenured professor 
had suffered a heart attack just as classes began, and Blair was the 
most logical choice to stand in for him in the junior-level Anthropology 
course.

What all that boiled down to for Jim was more time alone, and a 
painfully frustrated libido.  Becoming lovers with Blair over the summer 
had been one of his life's greatest blessings.  Having everything so new 
and intense just before the start of a killer schedule for Blair had 
been a curse.  It was like moving from feast to famine within a few 
days' time.

He turned on the small radio on his desk.  He had the advantage of being 
able to keep the volume inaudible to most of his co-workers and still 
listen to it.  He smiled as he heard the familiar strains of Santana's 
"Oye Como Va".  Cascade's new 70s station was definitely the place to 
be.

Marginally soothed by the radio, he returned to the report he was 
composing.  A few songs later, right about twelve, the announcer broke 
in as he usually did for the noon news report.  After what was 
essentially a re-hash of the morning news and the unsurprising forecast 
of rain for the afternoon, he announced a dedication.

"I got a call from a listener who asked me to play this song for his 
sweetheart for Sweetest Day.  He said even though it wasn't until 
Saturday, he thought they needed a little help making it through the 
work week 'til they could celebrate.  He didn't give me your name, but 
he said I should say it was from 'your little guppy', and you'd know who 
you were.  Here's a blast from the past, the Starland Vocal Band, and 
'Afternoon Delight'."

"Gonna find my baby 
Gonna hold him tight
Lookin' forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks an stones together
Makin' sparks ignite 
And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting.

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Lookin' forward to a little afternoon delight..."

The next person to come looking for Jim Ellison found an empty desk 
chair and the final strains of an old song playing on his radio.
*******

Blair returned to his office after teaching his late morning class, 
wondering if the DJ had played his dedication like he'd asked.  He 
barely knew what hit him as the door slammed and locked behind him and 
he was pulled into very strong arms in one smooth gesture.  Hungry lips 
descended on his as papers few in all directions.  Hands freed up now, 
Blair wound his arms around his lover's neck and ran a hand into Jim's 
hair, delighting in the softness of the longer strands.  The only 
drawback to Jim letting his hair grow out was that Blair usually managed 
to leave it in frightening disarray after they made love.

"Guess he played the song, huh?"  Blair gasped as he came up for air.

"I've been thinking about you all morning."  Jim began kissing and 
nibbling his way down Blair's neck as he fumbled with the buttons to 
open the front of his plaid shirt.  "Want you," he growled into a nearby 
ear before nipping at the lobe.  

"That way,"  Blair directed, freeing a hand to point behind a bank of 
file cabinets that acted as a sort of room divider in the cluttered 
artifact room.  Jim wrapped his arms more tightly around Blair's waist 
and lifted him off the floor, heading in the direction his lover 
indicated while Blair's legs wrapped around his hips.  Blair was kissing 
and nibbling along Jim's jaw while the larger man navigated them to 
their haven.  He smiled when he saw two sleeping bags neatly arranged on 
top of each other on the floor.  Blair's backpack sat nearby.  Somehow 
Jim knew there would be another necessary provision lurking in there.

He lowered his armload to the floor and covered Blair's body with his 
own.  Wriggling around on the soft sleeping bags, clothing was discarded 
haphazardly on the floor.  

Jim feasted on the naked body beneath his.  Blair's little moans of 
pleasure reached his ears as he suckled one nipple, then the other, then 
licked and kissed his way down to the hollow of Blair's navel where his 
tongue swirled before stopping to plant a few lingering kisses just 
above the overheated groin that was begging for attention.

Blatantly ignoring the engorged shaft and Blair's legs spread wide in 
invitation, Jim dipped low and began gently sucking one oval, then the 
other, into his mouth.  He smiled around his mouthful, hearing Blair's 
strangled groan.  While they were safely locked in the privacy of the 
room, rampant screams of ecstasy would carry to nearby offices.  

Jim felt his own arousal becoming painful, and began groping for the 
backpack, still licking and nipping at his lover's most sensitive area, 
occasionally straying back to the soft skin of Blair's perineum. The 
younger man was pulling his knees up now, his breath coming out in harsh 
gasps.

Finding the tube of lubricant, Jim began what was always a slow and 
gentle process of preparing his lover's body.  Blair's legs came to rest 
on his shoulders, and Jim smiled as he watched the expressive face 
register a mixture of pleasure and relaxation as Jim slowly massaged the 
walls of the hot channel.

Jim brushed a fingertip over Blair's prostate, eliciting an 
uncontrollable outcry of pleasure.  

"Jim...come on, lover, I wanna feel *you* in there,"  he managed, his 
voice strained with the stimulation his body was receiving.

The fingers were removed and in one slow, smooth gesture, Jim buried 
himself to the hilt in the waiting body.  He descended again to claim 
Blair's mouth, and tongues dueled as they had discovered that the best 
way to stifle screams of pleasure was in each other's mouths. Jim groped 
between them to find the neglected erection and pump it in time with his 
thrusts.  

Both men reached their climaxes quickly, slumping together in a sweaty 
heap on the sleeping bags.

"Love you,"  Blair whispered, snuggling close against Jim while soft 
lips kissed his forehead.

"Love you, too, baby."  Jim's arms fastened more tightly around his 
lover.  "God, I miss you.  Most of all I just miss having you beside me 
all day."

"Got some news about that.  Professor Dunmore is doing really well.  He 
can probably come back in a couple more weeks.  I won't have to keep 
this up much longer."

"Good for me, bad for the kids."  Jim stroked Blair's back, hand 
straying down to rest on his rear.

"He's a good teacher."

"Not as good as you."

"You're biased."

"Mm-hm."  Jim smiled, his eyes still closed in the sleepy afterglow.

"He was one of my professors a couple years ago.  I learned a lot from 
him--"

"Bet he doesn't smell as good as you do."  Jim nosed Blair's curls.

"I never checked, man."  Blair laughed a little.

"I was going to wait for Sweetest Day to give you this, but now seems 
like a good time."  Jim straightened up, much to Blair's dismay, and 
began digging through his pants pocket.  He returned with a small blue 
velvet box.  Noticing that Blair was shivering a bit in the drafty 
office, Jim draped his shirt around his lover's shoulders.

"What's that?"  Blair found his throat a little dry at the sight of what 
looked suspiciously like a ring box.

"We've been together a few months now, and you know I love you--"

"And I love you too,"  Blair hastened to add.

"I know,"  Jim said, smiling softly.  "But I want you to know that there 
won't ever be anyone else for me.  This is so much more than any 
relationship I've ever had...  I know we can't do it legally, but in 
every way that matters, we can."  Jim opened the box and turned it 
toward Blair, displaying two matching gold bands.  "Marry me?"  Jim 
watched shock register, then tears pool in Blair's eyes as he smiled up 
at his lover.

"You mean we could really wear these?"

"As soon as you say 'yes', they go on--and they never come off--'til 
death do us--"

"Uh-uh,"  Blair interrupted, placing a finger over Jim's lips.  "Let's 
just say 'forever', huh?"

"Forever."

"Yes.  I do."  Blair held out his hand, and Jim took the smaller of the 
two rings out of the box and slid it into place on Blair's finger. Then 
he handed the box to Blair, and held out his own hand.  Blair slipped 
the remaining ring on Jim's finger.  Then he scooted into Jim's lap and 
sealed the pact with a prolonged kiss.  Jim pulled his lover into his 
arms and held him close, feeling their hearts beating in unison...the 
way they would for the rest of their lives together.

The End