{"id":107,"date":"2011-08-27T14:34:52","date_gmt":"2011-08-27T14:34:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.squidge.org\/walterh\/?p=107"},"modified":"2011-08-27T14:34:52","modified_gmt":"2011-08-27T14:34:52","slug":"archiving-old-fic-the-dancefloor-the-sentinel-jimblair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.squidge.org\/walterh\/2011\/08\/archiving-old-fic-the-dancefloor-the-sentinel-jimblair\/","title":{"rendered":"Archiving Old Fic &#8211; The Dancefloor &#8211; The Sentinel &#8211; Jim\/Blair"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>~*~*~*~\r\nTitle: The Dancefloor\r\nAuthor\/pseudonym: Squidgie (Walter H. Hopgood)\r\nEmail address: walterh@squidge.org\r\nRating: NC-17\r\nPairings: J\/B\r\n\r\nStatus: NEW\r\nDate: 5\/4\/98\r\nArchive: YES to Merry and Michelle\r\nArchive author: Squidgie\r\nArchive email address: walterh@squidge.org\r\nSeries\/Sequel: None \r\nOther website: http:\/\/www.meer.net\/~walterh\/walter\/\r\n\r\nDisclaimers: I don't own Jim or Blair - they're owned by UPN and Pet\r\nFly. However, I *do* make many trips up to Vancouver.  I *did* have\r\nmy suitcase when I ran into a couple of the guys in Vancouver, but\r\ndidn't get close enough to judge size.  I ain't making any money off\r\nof this.  Don't sue me, PLEASE!  I have two mortgages, two cats, two\r\nbirds and a husband to support!  Intended audience for this is slash\r\nfans above the age of 18.  Not over 18?  Here, let me get a \"Where's \r\nWaldo\" book for you.  Don't read this.\r\n\r\nNotes: When I started writing this story, I'd not yes seen any Sentinel\r\nstories take place in a gay bar. Halfway through, I read pumpkin's \r\n\"Happy Birthday, Baby\" and worried that people might think this was a \r\nripoff of her story.  She read the early draft, and OK'd it, so here it \r\nis.  BTW, the sex scene is dedicated to pumpkin, since she said she'd \r\ntake her permission away if I didn't post a sex scene - hope you like \r\nit, babe!  And, as always, mucho-mucho hugs and kisses to Shelley for \r\nbeing the best editor on the face of the earth.  Honey, I promise to \r\nshare Garett with you when I bring him home from Vancouver with me!\r\n\r\nif $MSG=\"Flame\" echo $MSG &gt; \/dev\/null; Otherwise, I would *really* \r\nappreciate feedback, and other ideas\/requests for stories.  All\r\nfeedback will be responded to, I promise!\r\n\r\nSummary: A story about Jim and Blair in a gay bar.\r\n\r\nWarnings:  Should not be read by the disco impaired.  There are\r\nbutch gay men, disco music, dancing, and sex involved.  And no,\r\nthis is not \"Saturday Night Fever.\"  \r\n\r\n~*~*~*~\r\n\r\nJim opened his cell phone, stopping it from chirping.  \"Ellison,\"\r\nhe responded, almost barking.\r\n\r\n\"Yo, Jimbo,\" responded the quiet voice on the other side.  \"I\r\nthink I got what you're lookin' for.  Meet me tonight to discuss\r\nthe details.\"\r\n\r\nA smile plastered across Jim's face, spreading his lips.  His\r\nsnitch had come through.  \"Very good.  Usual place?\"\r\n\r\nThe voice on the other end of the phone released a little distress\r\nin it's voice.  \"Sorry man, this is too big. Gotta be way outta \r\nthe way.  How about Numbers out on Bentall - you know, West side?\r\nElevenish?\"\r\n\r\n\/Oh great\/ Jim thought.  \"Sure,\" he responded, the slightest\r\nhint of panic in his voice.  Numbers was one of Cascade's larger\r\ngay bars, but in a little out of the way neighborhood close to the\r\ncity limits.  \"We'll see you then.\"  \r\n\r\nBlair immediately picked up the vibe.  \"What's up, man? What's \r\nwrong?\"\r\n\r\nAlways the one to suppress his feelings, Jim denied that he was\r\nslightly uncomfortable with the situation just presented to him.\r\n\"Nothing's wrong.  We have to meet tonight at a bar up on the\r\nWest side.\"  Jim looked at Blair and said quietly, \"Numbers.\"\r\n\r\nTwo eyebrows made it skyward, as a happy surprised expression\r\novertook Blair's face.  \"Numbers?\" he asked incredulously.  \"Man,\r\nthat joint can be hoppin', especially on a Friday night.\"\r\n\r\nNow it was Jim's eyebrow's turn to race upward.  \"You know this\r\nplace well, Chief?\"\r\n\r\nBlair's cheeks flushed lightly, and his heart rate increased only\r\nas much as could be detected by his sentinel.  \"Well,\" he tried \r\nto cover slightly, being as nonchalant as possible, \"I've been\r\nthere with friends and students a few times.  It's got a really\r\ndiverse crowd, and plays *excellent* music.\"  What he'd said\r\nwas true.  He *had* been there with a friend before, when he'd\r\nconfessed his feelings about Jim - feelings that he would never\r\ntell Jim for fear that he'd be thrown out of the loft and Jim's\r\nlife.  \r\n\r\nJim just stared.\r\n\r\n\"What?\" Blair asked.  \"Can't a guy have friends?\"  He studied Jim's\r\nface a few minutes.  \"What?\"\r\n\r\n\"Nothin', Chief.  You just always seem to surprise me.\"  With that,\r\nJim smiled, easing the tension he'd obviously caused. \r\n\r\nIt was Blair's turn to grin next, and he ran with it.  \"Hey man, \r\ndon't knock it 'til you try it!\"\r\n\r\nJim tried to ignore the comment, motioning for Blair to get up and\r\ncome with him.  \"Let's go, Chief.  Wonderburger.  My treat.\"  \r\n\/There.  That should change the subject.\/  Jim thought.  \/He\r\ndoesn't know how much I *want* to try it - and he's not going\r\nto, either.\/\r\n\r\nThe previous conversation shelved for the moment, Blair went into\r\nwhat Jim thought of as his health-food-rant.  \"Oh man, Jim!  When are\r\nyou gonna learn?  That stuff's gonna kill you, man!  Besides, it's\r\nonly 11 o'clock.  We just had breakfast three hours ago.\"  Blair's\r\nvoice was tinged with the slightest of whines.\r\n\r\n\"Yeah?  Well that tofu scramble crap that you made for breakfast\r\nisn't exactly stick-to-the-ribs food.  Let's go.\"\r\n\r\nThe partners made their way down the hall, raising odd looks as\r\nthey passed their coworkers, heading out for their lunch.\r\n\r\n*~*~*~*~*~*~\r\n\r\nSky blue eyes looked over at the body next to his in the truck, as \r\nit rhythmically bounced to the pounding music emanating from the \r\nnearby building.  Jim smiled as Blair's body gently rocked the truck, \r\nmoving back and forth in a seductive manner, and nearly jumped as \r\nBlair spoke.  \"So, you ready, big guy?\"\r\n\r\nJim came back to reality, remembering the purpose for which he and \r\nBlair were parked in front of the bar.  He'd just hung up with Simon, \r\ngetting some information on the case, and dreaded going in.  Not \r\nbecause of the clientele inside, but because it would bring his own \r\ntrue feelings closer to the surface - feelings for Blair that he tried\r\nto think of only late at night, sleeping alone in his big bed.\r\n\"Yeah, Chief.  Whenever you are.\"  He glanced at his watch, noting\r\nthat they were ten minutes early.  \/Oh well.  Enough time to\r\ngrab a beer.  I just hope I can concentrate, if Blair doesn't stop\r\nmoving his hips like that.\/  \r\n\r\nBoth men got out of the truck, Blair bounding by Jim's side as soon\r\nas he'd cleared the front.  He grabbed Jim's arm, as if to escort\r\nhim to the door.  Jim tensed slightly, stopping mid-stride.  \"Get\r\noff me, Sandburg!\"\r\n\r\nA pout forced itself from Blair's face, as he batted his eyelashes\r\nat Jim.  He quietly whispered, \"Come on, man!  You're gonna stick\r\nout like a sore thumb in here.\"  Blair reached back and whacked\r\nJim lightly on the butt, his hand stinging as it met the faded\r\nblue jean material.  \"Loosen up!\"  \r\n\r\nJim turned to face Blair as soon as the hand reached his backside,\r\nshooting him a look that would have felled any other man.  But not\r\nBlair.  He was in his element, appearing to have the time of his\r\nlife.  As Blair recaptured Jim's arm within his, he resigned himself\r\nto putting up with it.  \/After all, there's no place around to \r\nhide the body.  And he's too damn cute to kill, anyway.\/  Jim thought.\r\n\r\nThey approached the door, and were greeted by a rather large man.\r\nBlair was still bouncing to the music as they walked, as Jim took\r\nout his wallet, trying to appear relaxed.  \"It's five bucks cover \r\ntonight, boys,\" the bouncer announced.  \"But sugar,\" he said \r\nsweetly, looking directly into Jim's eyes, \"You promise me a dance, \r\nand you get in free.\"  The expression dropped, and one of loathing\r\ntook over as the bouncer motioned towards Blair. \"Just lose the hippy.\"\r\n\r\nBefore Jim could put the bill into the man's hand, Blair slapped\r\na ten into the fattened paw.  \"He's with *ME*,\" Blair announced,\r\nquite possessively.  As he pulled a stunned Jim Ellison through\r\nthe door he announced, more for his own amusement than the bouncer's,\r\n\"He's *my* bitch.\"  \r\n\r\nBlair made their way through the crowd, pulling Jim behind him, and \r\nsaddled up to a free spot at the bar.  \"So much for a quiet, out of \r\nthe way place, huh Jim?\" he almost had to yell.  He just hoped that \r\nJim had deadened his hearing before entering the bar, and looked \r\ncarefully at his partner to check on him.  Jim still appeared to be \r\ntoo tense.  \"Come on, man.  Loosen up!  You wanna beer?\"\r\n\r\nA few seconds later, Blair could almost see Jim thaw from his frozen\r\nstate.  He took the stool next to where Blair stood, and settled \r\nin to his surroundings.  \"Sure,\" he replied.\r\n\r\n\"Good, 'cause I'm parched.  Buy me one, too.\"  Blair, who had\r\ncontinued to bounce to the techno rhythm since they'd pulled up\r\nto the bar, shot Jim a wicked smile.  He knew that, in this\r\nenvironment, he had the upper hand.  His grin grew, as he watched\r\nJim fish for his wallet, mouthing the word, \"smartass\" towards\r\nBlair.\r\n\r\n\"Barkeep!\" Jim almost had to yell.  \"Two drafts, please.\"  When\r\nthe bartender motioned to the six types the bar stocked, Jim\r\nmouthed \"Bud\" and turned back to Blair.  \"So,\" Jim started,\r\nas he paid for the newly arrived beer, \"Where the hell is he?\"\r\nJim took a long draw from his drink, and carefully eyed the\r\ncrowd.\r\n\r\nA hand rested on Jim's shoulder, and he mostly ignored it.  Blair\r\nsqueezed slightly, smiling at Jim.  \"He'll be here.  He's never\r\nbailed on you before, has he?\"\r\n\r\n\"A couple of times, when things got hot,\" Jim explained.  \"We meet\r\non his turf and when he's ready, or we don't do business.\"\r\n\r\nBlair raised the glass to his lips, and took a pull from the drink.\r\nAs he surveyed the room, he felt a hand come to rest on his hip,\r\nand immediately stopped bouncing.  He looked, and found the arm\r\nattached to one Jim Ellison.  A questioning look was fired at\r\nJim.  \"Yes?\"\r\n\r\n\"Nothing,\" was Jim's reply.  \"I'm just taking your advice and loosening\r\nup.  You know, fitting in.\"  Dark eyebrows darted up and down, as\r\na pair of colorful blue eyes sparked in Blair's face.  With his\r\nhand still on Blair's side, Jim dialed up his sense of touch, feeling\r\nthe warm skin underneath the smooth fabric.  As his fingers told him\r\nthe story of what it was to be Blair Sandburg, he noticed the slightest\r\nelevation in temperature and felt his guide's heartbeat rise\r\nsomewhat.  Jim had touched his partner many times, though he was\r\nalways careful never to cross the line between appropriate and\r\ninappropriate behavior.  But with Blair's reaction, he began to\r\nwonder what was going on.  \/Is it my imagination, or is he nervous?\/\r\nhe questioned.\r\n\r\nHis sense of touch told him that Blair was calming down slightly,\r\nas his guide's body began to again keep time with the music.  He\r\nslowly began to remove his hand from the gyrating man, when his\r\nhand was captured.  Blair's eyes caught his, a pleading look deep\r\nwithin them.  \"It's all right, Jim.  I don't mind,\" was the breathy\r\nreply, and his hand was brought back to the moving hip.  Jim hooked\r\nhis finger through the beltloop, and held on to his guide, smiling\r\nquietly to himself.\r\n\r\nEach man began to wonder how far the other one was willing to take\r\nthis, and how far their own courage would allow them to go.\r\n\r\n\"Jesus, it's boiling in here.  I'm going to get rid of my coat.\r\nWant me to take yours?\"  Blair began to shed his top layer, as he\r\nasked Jim.  Jim's coat came off, revealing a tight white tee-shirt,\r\nbulging like it had been overstuffed.  Blair's eyes viewed the taut\r\nmuscles, trying like hell to hide his arousal.  With all the beauty\r\naround him, and Jim being at the top of that list, it wasn't going\r\nto be easy.  \r\n\r\n\"Here.\"  Jim handed Blair his coat, and turned back to the crowd,\r\nwishing he'd worn something a little less revealing.  Blair had\r\nbeen turning him on since early that evening, and his nipples,\r\nnow hard and quite perky, showed prominently through his shirt.\r\nThey seemed to have their own radar, as man after man seemed to\r\nhone in on them, like he was a piece of meat surrounded by a pack\r\nof hungry wolves.  He lowered his eyes to his beer, and nursed it,\r\nhoping Blair would be back soon.\r\n\r\nJim made one fatal mistake.  As he drained the last of his beer, he \r\nfocused on the bottom of the glass, seeing a well-built man coming\r\nhis way.  Jim froze slightly, hoping the man would continue past and\r\navoid him.  His hopes were dashed when the man saddled up next to\r\nhim.  The deep voice came from a well sculpted chest, \"Hi.\"  The\r\nvoice matched the body - solid and sure.\r\n\r\nAs Blair made his way back from the coat check, he spotted a buffed\r\nman walking towards Jim, and recognized the look that the man's\r\neyes held - lust.  At first he was content to slow down and let Jim\r\ndeal with the situation himself - it would be hilarious to see Jim\r\ntry and get out of this one.  But that thought only lasted a split\r\nsecond, replaced by a fear that perhaps Jim would actually take the\r\nman up on his offer - whatever that offer may be.  He quickened his\r\npace, and was almost next to Jim when he heard the stranger greet\r\nJim.  Just after the words left the strangers mouth, Blair appeared\r\nby Jim's side, took his partner's hand into his, and motioned\r\nto the multi-colored floor adjacent the bar.  \"Let's dance,\" he\r\nsaid, startling Jim slightly.  Jim placed his empty glass on the\r\nbar to keep the stranger company, and allowed himself to be pulled\r\nout toward the dance floor.\r\n\r\nThe feel of Jim's hand in his made Blair tingle with excitement -\r\nand terror.  He was hesitant to turn and face Jim -- afraid of what\r\nmight be staring back at him.  Once they reached the far side of\r\nthe dance floor, Blair felt Jim's hand drop from his, and turned\r\nto face his partner.  He turned slowly, and let his gaze drift\r\nup to Jim's face, where he was greeted with a grateful grin.  The\r\nsmile was infectious, and Blair felt his lips stretch across his\r\nface, a giggle bubbling up through his chest.\r\n\r\n\"Thanks,\" Jim acknowledged.  \"You saved my life back there.\"\r\n\r\nBlair's face grew bright.  \"Does this mean I'm now *your* Blessed\r\nProtector?\"  \r\n\r\nBoth men laughed at the inside joke, glad to have relieved some of\r\nthe tension for the moment.  \"Sure,\" Jim joked.  \"I protect you\r\nfrom bodily injury, and you protect me from big, butch men in gay \r\nbars.  Deal?\"\r\n\r\n\"Deal.\" \/Big butch men?\/ \"So what are we going to do?  I don't see \r\nyour guy here, do you?\"\r\n\r\nJim scanned the room, searching for his informant.  \"No, and it almost\r\nfifteen after.  He's always on time.  Maybe he got hung up.\"\r\n\r\nBlair scanned the bar area, noting that the guy he'd \"saved\" Jim from\r\nwas now working on bagging a bodybuilder that he'd seen walking from\r\nthe coat check earlier.  Deeming it safe, he asked, \"You want to go \r\nback and hang out at the bar?\"\r\n\r\nJim's face threw a playful hurt expression to Blair.  \"Hey, you're the\r\none that dragged me out onto the dance floor,\" he pouted.  Secretly\r\nhe was loving this, but his insides were quivering with nervousness.\r\n\"What am I, a wallflower?\"  The energy from all the men around them \r\nseemed to be energizing Jim, letting him be more bold than he normally \r\nwould.\r\n\r\nAn instant of hesitation seemed like an eternity, until Blair grabbed\r\nJim's hand and pulled him a couple of feet back into the throng of \r\ngyrating, sweaty men.  He let go of Jim's hand and began bouncing, \r\nletting his hips sway back and forth, noting that they were followed \r\nclosely by a pair of the bluest eyes he had ever seen.  Blair urged \r\nJim to loosen up, motioning him with his ever expressive hands.  \r\n\"Come on!  Get into it!\" and watched Jim go from a conservative beat \r\nto an all out disco-type bump in a few stanzas of the techno-pop tune.  \r\nAs the two danced, Blair gave Jim an approving glance.  \"Not bad \r\nfor an old guy!\" he teased, over the music.\r\n\r\nNot skipping a beat, Jim threw back, \"Keep it up, Babe, and I'll send\r\nyou home with the bouncer!\"\r\n\r\nThe sound of uncontrollable laughter was added to the ever-present music,\r\nand the two continued to dance.  As Jim became more and more at ease, he\r\nthrew his arms above his head, swinging them back and forth with the \r\nrhythm of the music.  A few of these motions, and Jim's tee-shirt became\r\nuntucked from his pants, revealing Jim's tight abdominals to Blair, who's\r\neyes grew at the sight.  It was enough to distract him, when he was\r\nput off balance by a nearby dancer's arm in the back, almost falling into\r\nhis partner.  \r\n\r\nJim never skipped a beat, as he righted Blair, who was now dancing in\r\nhis personal space - not that he minded.  The pair continued to gyrate,\r\nBlair's leg between his massive legs, until Jim brought his hands to\r\nBlair's sides.  At first Blair thought Jim'd had enough, and was leading\r\nthem off the floor, but was shocked to feel Jim turn him around, and\r\na very hot pelvis grind into his bottom as he was bent over.  Jim\r\ncontinued to dance and gyrate, his hips grinding into his partner's\r\nbackside while powerful hands held Blair in place.  The beat throbbed\r\nheavy, and the two bodies continued in their new position until the song \r\ndrew to a close, and the two men stopped their dancing.\r\n\r\nAs Blair righted himself, still facing away from Jim, he instinctively \r\ndrew his hand behind Jim's head, turning slightly to catch Jim's face.\r\nHis expression was full of questions, as he closed in on Jim's ear.  \r\n\"What was that all about, man?\"\r\n\r\nJim beamed towards his smaller partner.  \"What can I say?  You're a\r\nbad influence on me, Chief.\"  His eyes drove into Blair's soul with\r\nhis stare, and he unconsciously licked his lips, finding himself\r\nsuddenly dry.  Blair's hand drew Jim's face closer, but instead of\r\nspeaking into Jim's ear, he stopped short.  Their lips were inches\r\napart, both men hesitating somewhat.  Jim, feeling quite bold with\r\nhis feelings tonight, cut the distance and took Blair's lips with\r\nhis own, claiming his mouth.\r\n\r\nThe taste of Blair overwhelmed Jim slightly, as their mouths opened\r\nand tongues explored the new sumptuous cavern.  Jim drew his hands around\r\nBlair's head, as Blair's hand helped to put Jim's head in the right\r\nposition.  Their bodies, already sweaty from dancing, began to cling\r\nto each other tightly, as each man tried desperately to mold themselves\r\ninto one.  Jim's hands began to roam, finding the narrow hips that he'd\r\nheld just earlier, and the firm asscheeks underneath the denim cloth.\r\nBlair's hands began with Jim's head, and made their way all around\r\nJim's body.  He latched onto the firm chest and back, and decided he \r\nnever, ever wanted to let go.\r\n\r\nAs the two continued the deep, penetrating kiss, they suddenly became\r\naware of cat-calls and wolf-whistles coming from the crowd around\r\nthem.  They broke off just in time to hear someone yell, \"Get a\r\nroom, you two!\" and looked sheepishly into each others eyes.  Jim\r\nlooked at his watch - 11:25PM - and looked at Blair.  Both men spoke\r\nat the same time.  \"Home.\"\r\n\r\nBlair grabbed Jim's hand, leading him back across the dance floor and\r\nto the coat check area.  With each step, he could feel the spark between\r\nthem as it seemed to warm his hand, giving energy to them both, and\r\ncould feel Jim's eyes boring into his ass.  A quick look back confirmed,\r\nand a quickly blushing Sentinel was comforted with an easy kiss.\r\n\r\nBoth jackets now picked up, the men left the bar, avoiding the \r\nconversation the bouncer suddenly wanted to start up with Jim again.  \r\nThey got as far as the truck.  Jim unlocked the door and turned \r\nto motion Blair in before walking to the drivers side, when he was \r\npounced upon by his smaller partner.  Passionate kisses ruled for \r\nseveral moments, and Jim had to almost pick Blair up and put him \r\ninto the truck.  As Blair's door shut, he made his way quickly to \r\nthe drivers side and climbed in.\r\n\r\nDriving back to the loft was nearly impossible.  At almost each red \r\nlight or stop sign, the men were almost uncontrollable.  One look \r\nbetween them would start a series of kisses, gropes, and hugs, that \r\ntook the driver of another car to bring them back to reality.  \r\nRealizing this would not be good for his insurance, and not wanting\r\nto think about how he would explain an accident to his Captain, he \r\nput distance between them, keeping Blair at arms length, literally.  \r\nBlair was now two feet away, held there with Jim's right hand, as he \r\ntried to drive with his left.\r\n\r\nBlair took Jim's hand, holding it in his, then brought it to his \r\nmouth.  He inserted the index finger into his mouth and sucked it \r\nseductively, licking the digit carefully.  Jim tried to dial down \r\nhis sense of touch, but found he was too aroused to focus enough \r\nfor the task.  He withdrew his finger from Blair's mouth, and put \r\nit on Blair's leg instead.  \"We'll be home soon, Chief,\" he said, \r\ndesperation very noticeable in his voice.\r\n\r\n\"Oh yeah,\" Blair cooed.  He stroked Jim's hand gently, and drew it\r\ninto his crotch to rest against his engorged cock.  As Blair's hand\r\nfound Jim's crotch, Jim pushed Blair back.  \r\n\r\n\"Blair, honey,\" Jim breathlessly said.  \"You gotta stop.  Come on,\r\nChief, I'm gonna crash here!\"\r\n\r\nBlair's desire instantly wiped itself from his face, and Jim soon \r\nfound his hand resting comfortably on the seat next to him, \r\nsuddenly missing the throbbing member that it held just seconds \r\nearlier.  \"OK.  Fine.  I can wait, if you can.\"  Blair spoke in\r\nan even, sterile tone.\r\n\r\nThe truck slammed to a halt, Jim's eyes screaming in desperation \r\nfor the contact they had shared for the last ten minutes of the \r\nride, now removed as if it had never happened.  He looked at \r\nBlair, incredulously.  \"What in the....\"  His eyes studied his \r\npartner, who was now cowering in a giggle on the truck seat. \r\n\"YOU LITTLE TEASE!\" Jim bellowed.\r\n\r\nThe smaller man was now almost doubled over, realizing the power \r\nhe'd had over Jim, and laughing about it.  \"Jim, man, I'm sorry.\"  \r\nJim's face was red, blushing deeply and easily forgetting the \r\nanger that his partner's teasing had caused.  \r\n\r\n\"Oh, you're gonna be sorry, when I get you home.  You think you \r\ncan start something and just turn it off?\" Jim play-lectured his \r\nsoon to be lover.  \"Just wait until I-\"\r\n\r\nJim was cutoff before he could finish, Blair's tongue thrust down \r\nhis throat.  The two leaned back onto the seat, Blair towering \r\nover Jim and kissing him deeply.  Jim's hands found their way to \r\nBlair's chest, tweaking the nipples found underneath the fabric, \r\nthen pushed Blair away gently.  \"Let's just get home.\"\r\n\r\nFor a split second, Jim contemplated pulling out the blue-light \r\nand siren to make their trip quicker, but they were only about \r\na mile from the loft as it was.  He made it in record time, and \r\npulled into the parking stall, both men hardly waiting for the \r\ntruck to stop before jumping out and going inside.  Jim found the \r\nstaircase and began to bound up them, assuming Blair was right \r\nbehind him.  He reached the door to the loft, then realized that \r\nhe was alone.  \"Where the hell...\" He almost yelled, then heard \r\nthe telltale sounds of the rising elevator.  As he made his way \r\nto it, coming to rest in front of it, the elevator doors parted, \r\nrevealing Blair.\r\n\r\nAn audible gasp was released, as Jim took in the sight of his \r\npartner.  Blair had removed his shirt and lowered his pants and \r\nboxers while en route, and was staring at Jim, stroking his cock.  \r\nAs if on autopilot, Jim walked into the elevator, taking in all \r\nthat was Blair.  Two small hands removed themselves from Blair's \r\nthrobbing erection, bringing a palm to Jim's face.  Jim breathed \r\nin deeply through his nose, taking the smell in and committed \r\nit to memory, for all time.  He licked the palm before him, \r\nsucking each finger gently.  The hands left Jim's face, as they \r\nbegan to tug at Jim's clothes, while tongues once again began \r\ntheir explorations.  \r\n\r\nJim was undressed in record time.  As he pulled his jeans off,\r\nBlair finished removing his pants, never taking his lips from \r\nJim's.  The smaller man's hands found their way behind Jim's \r\nneck, and pulled him down to lay on Blair's body, both bodies \r\nnow rested on the floor.  With fingers intertwined, Jim brought \r\nthe hands above Blair's head, holding him down, thrusting his \r\ncock against Blair's.  The feeling was electric, stronger than \r\ntheir earlier kiss.  Jim's cock was stabbing at Blair's crotch, \r\ngingerly wetting it with precum.  \r\n\r\nBlair managed to get his legs from under Jim's, and started \r\nraising them in the air.  \"Come on, Jim.  Fuck me.\" He begged.  \r\n\"I want to feel you inside me.\"\r\n\r\nThough he'd never experienced this with another guy, he was not \r\nabout to let that stop him.  Jim's hand left Blair's, and made \r\nit's way to his cock.  He spread the pre-cum liberally over his \r\nerection, then slipped a finger to Blair's ass.  As the slick \r\nfinger gently squirmed it's way inside, Blair began to bare down, \r\nwanting more.  Jim added a second, then third finger, working \r\nthem inside the smaller man.\r\n\r\nBlair licked a free hand, reached down, and pulled Jim's cock, \r\nspreading it with moisture.  \"Now, Jim.  Take me now!\"  He yelled,\r\npulling Jim's cock in line with his ass.  Jim removed his fingers,\r\nbringing his engorged shaft to the puckered entrance.  He tried\r\nto start out gently, but Blair thrust back, almost splitting \r\nhimself in two by the thick member.  Jim pumped in and out of \r\nBlair, lost in the sensation of tight heat on his cock.  Blair \r\nallowed his hands to roam over Jim's chest, tweaking the nipples \r\nthat topped the heated flesh.  As Jim kept thrusting into Blair, \r\nhe leaned down and took Blair's mouth, kissing him deeply.  Jim's \r\ntongue roamed over Blair's lips, then to the side of his neck, \r\nlicking and biting gently, finally coming to rest on Blair's \r\nnipples.  He licked and bit them gently, matching his pounding \r\nrhythm.  \r\n\r\nJim rose slightly, leaving Blair's nipples, and towered over \r\nBlair.  He held Blair's ankles up, pushing them as much as he \r\ncould, allowing him deeper access to Blair's ass.  As he continued \r\nto pound, abusing Blair's prostate with each thrust, Blair drew \r\nhis hand to his crotch, and began masturbating.  With his eyes \r\nwide, he watched Jim's chest, dripping with sweat, as the older \r\nman thrust into him.  The attention his prostate was receiving \r\nhad already brought him close, and it only took a few strokes to \r\nbring him over.  He cried out loudly as his orgasm took over \r\nhis body, his seed shooting up around his chest.  At each spasm, \r\nhis ass clenched down on Jim's cock.  With Blair complete, and \r\nJim near the edge, Jim bent down and took Blair's mouth.  Jim's \r\norgasm was powerful, the thrusts into Blair's body went deep, \r\nand he cried into Blair's mouth as thrust after thrust sent his \r\nseed deep into Blair's bowels.\r\n\r\nThe two men collapsed breathless, Jim's body almost crushed his\r\nsmaller partner's.  It took several minutes to catch their breath,\r\nBlair coming to first.  \"Oh, man...\"  He leaned up slightly and\r\ngently kissed Jim.  \"You OK man?\"\r\n\r\nJim threw an evil grin to Blair, returning the earlier kiss.\r\n\r\n\"What?\"  Blair was trying to figure out the puzzling look Jim was\r\ngiving him.\r\n\r\nAnother quick kiss claimed, Jim smiled.  \"Like I said, Chief.  \r\nYou're a bad influence on me.\"  \r\n\r\nend<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>~*~*~*~ Title: The Dancefloor Author\/pseudonym: Squidgie (Walter H. 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