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Twenty-One
by XFreak
x_freak@fastmail.fm
"Captain Ellison, we're going to be late if you don't get a move on."
Walking out of the bathroom, Jim almost hid the limp from a shattered knee, which confined him to a desk some eleven years earlier. "Here," he said, thrusting his tie at Blair.
Turning up his collar while wrapping the tie around his lover's neck, the younger man mirthfully commented, "I can't believe after fifteen years of living together, Mom is finally going to marry him. Kinda backwards, but that's Mom."
"It's a Sandburg family trait," Jim answered fondly. "Simon is one lucky dog."
Tugging at Jim's tie to get his attention, Blair replied, "So are you."
"Have been for the last twenty or so years, Chief."
"Twenty-one."
"Yeah." Smiling tenderly, he tapped the younger man on the nose.
"There. Where's your cane?"
"I don't need it."
"Are we going to do this again?" Blair asked, sliding his hands into his suit pockets.
"I can walk without it."
"Yeah, until it starts hurting and I get to hear you bitch for the rest of the evening."
"Well, if you're going to nag."
Blair retrieved it and handed it over. On their way out the door, Jim wrapped his arm around his lover's shoulders and said, "Twenty-one years and you're still full of shit."
"I love you, too, Jim."
END