Title: HAZELNUT & VANILLA Author/pseudonym: Candy Apple Email address: blair_lady@yahoo.com Rating: MAO Pairings: J/B Status: NEW, complete Date: 11-25-00 Archive: YES Category: PWP Archive author: Candy Apple Archive email address: blair_lady@yahoo.com Series/Sequel: NOPE. Disclaimers: Pet Fly owns the guys and The Sentinel. No money being made. Just for fun. Notes: If you're looking for a plot here, you will be sadly disappointed. If you're looking for a good time, hopefully this one fits the bill... You can assume this takes place in a universe where TsbyBS never happened. Blair is still at Rainier. This one's for you, Maggie. Enjoy! Summary: Jim comes home from a stakeout and makes up for a lost evening with his lover. Warnings: You may never again smell hazelnut or vanilla without making certain associations. Endearments. Fragrant mahogany curls. Some sap. Oh, and some M/M sex. ******************************************************** HAZELNUT & VANILLA by Candy Apple Jim relaxed as the warm water coursed over his body, washing away some of the stresses of the long stakeout. The scent of hazelnut was tickling his nose now, and he smiled as he reflected on the implication of Blair using that particular fragrance. This night might take a turn for the better after all... Blair hadn't been along on this job--he'd been at home, burning the midnight oil to make a deadline for an article he was submitting to a journal. Last minute revisions had left him hunched over his laptop, barely coherent enough to give Jim a monosyllabic grunt as he left for his evening's work. In the weeks since they'd become lovers, going anywhere without Blair seemed more acutely...unpleasant than it used to be. Always a loner at heart, Jim had never minded losing his shadow for a few hours. As much as he loved Blair, even as friends, going off on his own, or doing his job with the kind of single-minded focus he was used to, were not situations he looked on with any sort of dread. As long as Blair was *around*, working on one of his papers or grading exams or meditating or haunting a library, Jim didn't mind doing a few solo flights. After they made love the first time, it was like a transformation had occurred. The man that had been Jim Ellison, singular entity, was now Jim Ellison, the other half of a whole. Without that other half, he found himself feeling strangely hollow and incomplete. Blair's physical presence at his side brought about a sense of well being and peace of mind; a sort of instinctual calm. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, Jim toweled off and shook his head a little, smiling. //Lovesick dork,// he chided himself, drying off his hair and taming the locks that looked like a rooster topknot from the towel. He threw on his robe, figuring that he'd skip the boxers, since curling up naked around a warm, sleeping Blair was always a nice end to a long day. After brushing his teeth, he doused the lights and headed toward the loft bedroom. He was glad Blair was still asleep--he imagined his partner hadn't hit the sheets all that long ago, and after being up two nights in a row trying to get everything about that article just so, Blair needed to go down for the count for a few solid hours. When he reached the top of the stairs, he snorted a quiet little laugh at what he saw there. Blair was indeed in bed, asleep, sprawled in the middle of the bed. It never ceased to amaze Jim how someone whose body was no longer than Blair's could manage to reach nearly every usable spot on the large mattress. When left to his own devices, Blair managed it like a pro. The sweet, nutty scent of hazelnut, mixed with a hint of vanilla, was tickling Jim's sensitive nose, and he smiled when he recalled how they had discovered, quite accidentally, that it acted like a powerful aphrodisiac to sentinel senses. After helping Megan paint her new apartment, Blair had taken a shower there--since Cascade had been experiencing a rare heatwave that part of the summer and a good amount of sweat and paint were adhering to his skin. Stuck in a bathroom with only women's bath products, Blair had chosen what he figured was the lesser of the evils between a floral scent and the hazelnut fragrance. He'd barely made it inside the loft before Jim pounced, and the two of them were horizontal--and Jim was exploring every inch of skin that bore a trace of the scent. Jim tossed his robe aside, his eager cock already at attention and awaiting its marching orders. He carefully lifted the covers aside and took in the sight of the man who waited for him. The long, mahogany curls fanned out over Blair's back and his shoulder as he lay on his stomach, mostly obscuring the beloved profile. The smooth back flowed into the swell of the perfect ass, which was invitingly parted where one leg was drawn up a bit. Jim followed the curve of the hip to the thigh. For a guy, Blair had great thighs--nice and fleshy and sexy but firm...God, but they felt great wrapped around him...and they looked damn good spread open for him... Blair was stirring now, and Jim rested one knee on the mattress, leaning down low to nuzzle the neck that was hidden under the long hair. He breathed in the scent of hazelnut mixed with vanilla and the bed-warmed scent of his lover. "Honey, I'm home," Jim whispered jokingly against Blair's ear, smiling as he saw Blair's mouth curve into an answering grin, then heard the little chuckle. He trailed wet kisses from Blair's neck to his shoulder, lingering on the soft skin there to leave a bright passion mark. There was a little moan of approval as Blair shifted onto his stomach, then drew his knees under himself, raising his ass to a tantalizing and perfect angle. . "Guess we know what's on your mind, Chief," Jim teased, moving back up to nibble an earlobe. "Missed you tonight," Blair responded, his voice still a little drowsy. "You always make me relax," he added with a grin. "You look pretty relaxed now, baby," Jim responded, sliding his hands under Blair's chest, finding the little buds hiding there among the silky chest hair. He began rolling and pinching them, relishing the answering movement of Blair's upturned ass against his rapidly hardening cock. "Tell me what you want," Jim whispered hotly against an ear partially obscured by a few stray curls. "You...inside me," Blair breathed, thrusting backward to illustrate his response. "You sure about that?" Jim teased, sliding one hand down to pump Blair's shaft, the other moving down to fondle the heavy balls there. His only response was a broken cry of pleasure and a wanton writhing of Blair's body against the bed--and against him as he hovered close over his lover's back, his shaft nudging the warm cleft between Blair's cheeks. Moving lower, hands still busy, he trailed the tip of his tongue over the surface of one smooth buttock. Blair was holding onto the pillows now, his hands flexing on the softness. He explored the other side in the same slow, maddening fashion, gauging the pressure on the hard cock in his hand so as not to end things before they reached the main event. "Jim..." Blair pleaded in a strained voice. "Love you, baby," Jim said softly, before letting his tongue find its way between the perfect mounds to the little pucker there. He dragged it over Blair's center in one smooth stroke. "Guess you really knew what you wanted. You're ready for me," he said in a low voice, his mouth moving against the skin of Blair's ass. Blair had already prepared himself with a vanilla flavored lube. The flavored gel gave Jim the unique sensation of tasting Blair's most secret place--with frosting on it. "Oh god..." Blair groaned, bucking his hips. Jim's tongue worked its devilish business over the tender skin of Blair's perineum to the back of his balls, then back up to his center, where it purposefully darted in and out just far enough to tease but not to satisfy. The hands that had been pleasuring Blair so delightfully were removed as Jim groped for the lube. "No more on you. Just get inside me," Blair ground out, trying to thrust his ass out impossibly further. "You sure there's enough, sweetheart?" Jim asked, stroking Blair's hip. "You won't hurt me, love. I'm ready for you. Been ready for you for a long time," Blair responded, grinning. Jim lined the head of his cock with the slick opening and pushed gently. Spurred on by a wriggle of hips and a groan of pleasure, he slid into the slick heat in one long, smooth stroke, filling Blair's eager passage, feeling the muscles flutter and clamp around him. "Been thinking about your ass all night, baby," Jim growled into Blair's ear. "About pumping in and out, riding you until you scream for me," he concluded, tugging on the earlobe gently with his teeth. "Do it. God, Jim, please..." Jim rose from his hunched position and gripped Blair's hips. He pulled most of the way back out and then slid in fast to the hilt. And then again, and again, listening to Blair's cries of pleasure fill the room, watching his hands gripping the pillows just above his head. Blair came up on all fours, moving more actively back against Jim, meeting each hard thrust with a counter-thrust of his own, adding the satisfying rhythmic creak of bedsprings to the sounds of their sex. Sliding his arms around Blair's chest and belly, Jim pulled back, sitting back on his heels while Blair landed in his lap with a little yelp of surprise as he was impaled even more deeply by the new angle. Strong thighs straddled Jim's lap now, the mane of curls tickling his nose and pressing against his shoulder as Blair's head rested against him, exposing a long curve of throat that was just too succulent to resist. The heated scents of vanilla and hazelnut mingled with the hot scent of Blair and his arousal, blending into a confection that was Jim's undoing. Holding Blair maddeningly still, one hand dancing over taut nipples, the other teasing the leaking cock, Jim fastened his mouth on the exposed throat, making his mark and then licking over it soothingly. "I love you," he murmured, and Blair angled his head back for a kiss, their lips meeting awkwardly. "I love you, too. Love you inside me," Blair added, his voice husky. With that, they began to move together again, Blair moving Jim's hand away from his straining length. "Wanna come...just from you...inside me," he managed, his voice jarred by their shared motion. His face buried in the mane of sweet-smelling curls, Jim picked up the pace of his thrusts, brushing firmly and repeatedly over the little nub deep inside his lover's body, hands busy now on Blair's nipples as Blair's hands flew somewhat helplessly and with little coordination back to hold onto Jim's hips. He bore down harder, riding faster the rigid cock that impaled him, crying out with each stroke to his prostate. With a shout of Jim's name, Blair came first, his internal muscles massaging and milking Jim's cock as Blair shuddered and emitted broken little cries of pleasure with each wave. Picking up the pace of his own movement, Jim steered his now-pliant lover forward again on all fours, driving in and out of the slick heat in rapid strokes until his own climax washed over him in waves. Spent and sated, Jim carefully withdrew from Blair's body, then stretched out next to him, stroking the damp back gently, the motion relaxing Blair and guiding his own breathing back to its normal rate. He concluded the caress with a firm little pat to Blair's rear. "You know what hazelnut does to me," he whispered in Blair's ear, still caressing the smooth mounds beneath his hand. "Mmhm," Blair admitted drowsily, turning his face toward Jim as he lay on his stomach, grinning. "Vanilla, too." "Yeah, that's right. Where was that vanilla again?" Jim queried playfully, his finger straying between Blair's cheeks and finding the slick center there. He probed a little, and Blair's smile broadened and he closed his eyes, spreading his thighs and wiggling his ass a little in response to the motion. "Think it was back here," Jim observed, his questing finger massaging the still-sensitive inner walls. Blair's muscles still quivered a little, and Jim knew he always enjoyed the little post-sex massage. "You're beautiful, you know?" Jim said softly, nuzzling Blair's nose and kissing his lips. "You're biased." "Yeah, but you're still beautiful." Jim slowly withdrew his finger and patted Blair's butt, gathering him into his arms. Leaving one hand resting there, stroking a little, he used the other arm to pull their bodies close and claimed Blair's mouth in a long kiss, which was returned with surprising enthusiasm given Blair's languor. "It was dumb, but I missed you tonight," he said, tucking his head happily into the warm hollow of Jim's neck. "It's not like I wasn't busy. I just...didn't like it here without you." "I wasn't crazy about being without you either, baby." Jim ran his fingers through Blair's hair, massaging the scalp gently. "God, you smell so good." "It's the hazelnut," Blair smiled against Jim's chest as he hugged him tighter. His sigh was a warm puff against Jim's skin. "No..it's the way you smell when we're making love. The hazelnut just got the motor running faster." "This feels good," Blair said, his voice sounding drowsier now. "Love holding you." "Good, because I'm planning on you doing it for the next fifty years or so. Think you can manage that?" Jim kissed Blair's temple. "I'll put it on my Palm as a recurring appointment, how's that?" "You and your computer calendar," Jim chuckled. "My little computer nerd." He squeezed Blair a little and settled in to sleep himself, until he felt the body in his arms stiffen a bit. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" "Nothing. 'Night, Jim." "Don't hand me that. What's the matter?" He waited through a brief silence. "Do you think I'm a nerd?" "I was joking, Chief," Jim responded with a little laugh in his voice. "Of course not. Why would you take that seriously?" "No good reason." Blair sighed. "Just...I used to be target practice for guys like you in high school." "You still are--I'm just aiming for a different target for different reasons." Jim lightly swatted Blair's butt and attacked his neck, working on another large passion mark there, loving the little laugh the response drew out of Blair. "Bullseye," he responded, still emitting the little laugh he'd never later admit was a giggle. Jim insinuated a leg between Blair's and stroked him from hip to knee, pulling the damp thigh up to rest on his. "I don't think you're a nerd, sweetheart. I never thought of you that way." Jim smiled. "I don't get a hard-on from fantasizing about nerds." "You get a hard-on fantasizing about me?" Blair asked with a smile in his voice. "Let's just say the stakeout was pretty dull, and keeping the General from doing a 90-degree salute when my mind wandered was kind of a challenge." "I think he should get promoted," Blair said, his hand straying down to gently stroke the sensitive cock. "Oh really?" "Yeah. He should be a *Rear Admiral*." Blair pulled back to look at Jim, and flexed his eyebrows. The two men burst out laughing, until the newly-promoted Rear Admiral saluted, giving them something much better to do. ********