Title: Hair
Author/pseudonym: Candy Apple 
Rating: MAO
Pairings: J/B

Status: NEW, complete
Date: 6-6-98
Series/Sequel: NOPE.

Disclaimers: Pet Fly owns the guys and The Sentinel.  No money being
made.  Just for fun.

Notes: This is just a silly little piece that was inspired by the (to me,
dreaded!) thought of Blair cutting his hair short.  Just a snippet inspired
by some chat on Senad. :-)

Summary: Blair's plans for his hair lead to some interesting revelations.

Warnings: None really.  Pretty harmless stuff except for the "MAO"
thing. ;-)

HAIR

by

Candy Apple


     "What're you doing, Chief?"  Jim paused in the doorway of the
bathroom, watching Blair pulling his hair up and back away from his
face and just staring at his reflection.

     "I'm thinking about cutting this stuff off."

     "Wh..."  Jim cleared his throat.  "Why?"  He was less than
pleased that his suddenly dry mouth made him stutter, not to mention
the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. //He can't do this.  Not now.//

     "Summer's coming.  On the hot, humid days, it's too hot, and it
takes forever to fiddle around with taking care of it, and getting caught
in the rain--man, that *bites*."  Blair released the mop of hair and let
out a disgusted sigh.  

     "I, uh...kind of like it the way it is," Jim shot out quickly,
feeling the flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck to his face,
manifesting in a nice shade of pink.

     "You like my hair?"  Blair asked, deadpan, as if Jim had just
said the most unbelievable thing in the world.

     "Yeah," he replied huskily, clearing his throat again. //God,
Chief, don't cut it all off before I ever had the chance to really run my
fingers through it.  To see it fanned out on *my* pillows upstairs...//

     "Right."  Blair laughed a little and went from tugging on it to
purposefully gathering it up for a pony tail.  Dressed in jeans and a
sweatshirt, he was getting ready for a typical Saturday of grading
papers and working on his dissertation.  He froze when Jim intercepted
his hands, causing the hair to fall from them and hang loose.

     "Blair, I..."  Jim held the hands away from Blair's hair, their
eyes connecting in the mirror.  The thundering twin heartbeats were
almost deafening to sentinel hearing.  He released Blair's hands and
slid his own hands into the mop of soft curls, letting them dance
between his fingers as he moved his hands through Blair's hair.  

     Pulling the hair aside slightly, he lowered his lips to Blair's
neck, starting a trail up the side to just behind the ear, then releasing
the hair and burying his face in it as he continued kissing the back of
Blair's neck all the way to the other side.  The scent of Blair and herbal
shampoo was driving him wild, and he read the lack of resistance from
his partner as consent.

     Large hands slid under Blair's sweatshirt, caressing his stomach
and sides just firmly enough not to tickle.  The younger man's weight
came to rest against Jim's chest as Blair gave a more tangible, physical
sign of surrender.  Jim's nimble fingers found hardening nipples and
began rolling and pinching them into hard peaks as Blair's breath began
to come out in labored gasps.  All the while, Jim's own heavy breathing
heated the back of Blair's neck, where he'd kept his face partially
buried under the silken curtain of curls.

     Satisfied to have drawn the first little moans of pleasure from
Blair, Jim's hands traveled down toward the waistband of the other
man's jeans.  He paused there, kissing and nibbling at Blair's ear,
waiting for permission.

     "Yes...please," Blair gasped, his hands coming to rest on Jim's
hips, pressing his butt against Jim's hardness.  The pressure brought a
surprised groan of pleasure from Jim, who wasted little time in opening
the front of the jeans and pushing the fabric aside.  He gently freed the
erect shaft from the cotton confines of Blair's underwear.

     While one hand began pumping firmly on Blair's arousal, the
other moved back up his body, slowly, sensuously, until it landed in his
hair, tangling the fingers amidst the curls, massaging Blair's scalp in
time with the strokes to his cock.

     "Love you," Jim whispered against Blair's ear, increasing his
strokes while he chafed his own hardness against Blair's own
frantically moving ass.  

     "Love...?"  Blair managed, breathlessly, sounding stunned. 
After a few tense moments that almost fizzled Jim's enthusiasm, the
reply came.  "I love you too."

     Both men felt the wave of their climax overtaking them, Blair
crying out Jim's name and bathing his lover's hand with his completion. 
Jim was close behind Blair, absently wondering how long it had been
since he'd come this hard without ever unzipping his pants.

     Boneless, the two men slid to their knees on the floor, Jim
supporting the smaller body, Blair's back still against his chest.  As they
sat there on the floor, recovering, Blair finally turned in Jim's arms so
they were face to face.  Jim smiled down at his lover's still-surprised,
somewhat awestruck expression, and slid both hands deeply into the
mass of wild curls, pulling Blair in for a prolonged kiss.

     When they finally parted for air, Jim added a few playful little
kisses to Blair's lips and finally, one to the tip of his nose.  Blair's hands
came up and rested on Jim's wrists, the older man's hands still buried in
the long hair whose fate had been questionable just moments earlier.

     "I...didn't want you to cut it before I had the chance to..."  Jim
seemed to falter over putting it into words.

     "It's not *just* the hair, is it?"  Blair asked, worry evident in
wide blue eyes.  Jim's heart broke to think that Blair would worry that
what had just happened between them was merely a result of Jim
having a hidden hair fetish.

     "It's you, baby.  I'd love you if you were bald.  I'll love you even
when you're so damned old that you *are* bald.  The big question here
is, how do *you* feel about bald guys?"  Jim asked, smiling.

     "All I know is how I feel about *you*," Blair responded, not
seeming able to joke about anything at the moment.  "I love you, Jim.  I
just didn't think you'd ever want to...you know...with *me*."

     "I know in the scheme of things that a haircut isn't Armageddon
or anything, but I've been wanting to touch you this way for so long,
and in my fantasies--"

     "You've had fantasies about this too?"

     "Too?  You have...?"  Jim grinned at the immediate nod.  "I've
had some winners.  The best one wasn't as good as the real thing
though."  Jim leaned in to kiss Blair again.  When they separated, Blair
smiled widely.  

     "So my hair is, like, a big part of these fantasies?"

     "Oh yeah," Jim admitted, laughing and wiggling his fingers in
the hair he hadn't ever fully released from his hold.

     "Uh, maybe I could manage to live with it for a while.  You
know, just until we've tried all those fantasies of yours."

     "You sure about that, Chief?"

     "Sure.  I can handle that."

     "Only problem is, there are a lot of them."

     "Really?" 

     "Could take me weeks, months...hell, *years* even, before I
work my way through all of them.  Think you can deal with that?"

     "Years, huh?"

     "And years," Jim added, nodding.  Blair just picked up the
cadence of the nodding for a moment himself, as if contemplating the
whole situation very carefully.

     "That long?"

     "'Fraid so."

     "I guess then you're just going to have to make it worth my
while."  Blair grinned evilly, draping his arms around Jim's neck.  "I
have this fantasy that involves full nudity, body paint and a kevlar
vest..."

***********

Finis ;-)