Title: A Workman's Lunch

Author(s): Ruth, Heuradys, Panther, Helen, Carol for the first part. Ruth for the second.

chryssalys@aol.com

Pairing: J/B/R

Summary: PWP - yes, my very first PWP!

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, but don't you think they should? We at least take them out and play with them once in a while.

Warning: Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.

Note: The first part came from a chat late one night. I've tried to recreate it, guys. My apologies if I missed anything.

For Heuradys, for inspiration. <eg>

A Workman's Lunch
by Ruth, Heuradys, Panther, Helen, Carol

Brian Rafe sat at his desk, his mouth suddenly dry at the sight before him. Images from his dreams the night before flashed in front of his eyes, and he shifted uncomfortably at the stirring in his groin. He thought of looking away, but he just couldn't.

Across the bullpen, Blair Sandburg leaned over Jim Ellison's desk, handing something to the other detective. Soft, worn denim cradled his form, and Rafe swallowed as Blair's low laugh hit his ears. Holding on to the edge of his desk, his eyes traced the other man's body longingly. Suddenly Blair looked over his shoulder, as if sensing the gaze locked upon him.

Rafe gasped as Blair's eyes met his, heat running up his face even as his cock leaped in desire. Tearing his eyes away as he heard Blair's low laugh, he was caught by Ellison's dark gaze. Shivering, he looked down, unable to meet the challenge he saw.

Blair's voice came again, its tones low and husky. Drawn by the sound, he looked up, meeting Blair's amused eyes just as the anthropologist turned to his partner. "I'm getting hungry, Jim," he heard. "Let's get some lunch."

Ellison rose, grabbing his jacket, eyes sweeping across the bullpen. Rafe watched, unable to look away, as the two men headed toward the door. They would pass right in front of him. He shifted in misery as they approached, uncertain of how much longer he could take this. He gasped as the question came.

"Coming, Rafe?"

Gaze flying to Jim Ellison's face, Rafe flinched as he saw the quickly veiled surprise, followed by acquiescence. Ellison nodded, answering Rafe's silent question. Uncertain what he was getting into, Rafe stood. Following the other men into the hallway, he watched Blair walk ahead to punch the elevator call button. Looking at Jim uncertainly, he heard the sardonic voice.

"Whatever Sandburg wants, Rafe."

"What does Sandburg want?" he whispered.

Blair laughed, holding the elevator door. "I'll let you know," he answered, voice dark with promise. Rafe shivered again.

Entering the empty elevator, the three men watched the door close in silence. As it started down, Blair reached out, flipping the switch to off, then turned to Rafe, moving toward him. Backing slightly until he hit the wall, Rafe stared at him in panic. "What...?"

Pushing him against the wall, Blair laughed again, "What do you think, Brian?" Body molding against his own, Blair leaned in, claiming Rafe's lips for his own. Rafe gasped in surprise, then moaned as his open mouth allowed Blair's tongue entrance. Exploring and caressing skillfully, the other man tasted him.

When he released him, Rafe stared at him, dazed. "What are you doing?" he breathed. Dimly, he heard Jim's amused chuckle.

"He's letting you know what he wants. If I were you, I'd just go with it," came the advice.

"But... here? And..."

His protest was cut off by Blair's mouth. Kissing him hard, Blair released him slowly. Rafe shuddered with need, then stiffened as Blair sank gracefully down before him, reaching out to caress him through his pants. The fabric strained and Rafe moaned as Blair undid the fly. "Not here," he forced out. His hands came down to push Blair away, only to be caught and held against the wall by Jim's.

"Here," came the answer. "Now."

"You sure, Chief?" came Jim's voice. "The alarm will be going off soon."

"So will Rafe. Keep him quiet, Jim."

Rafe arched wildly as Blair's hot mouth touched him, his cry drawn into Jim's as the other detective kissed him. Hands held tight to the wall above his head, Rafe drowned in sensation, Jim's lips as talented as Blair's. Hips held by strong hands ached to move, to thrust into the warmth that teased him. Jim's grip held him upright as Blair engulfed him, the sensation driving him over the edge. His wild shout was swallowed by Jim even as he came into Blair's mouth. Dimly he heard a ringing in his ears.

Jim's hands left his wrists and he opened his eyes in time to see the other detective flip the elevator to on. Looking down, he met Blair's satisfied grin as his pants were refastened. Speechless, he stared at Blair as the student stood as gracefully as he had gone down. Blair turned, giving Jim a quick kiss, then looked back at Rafe.

"That was an appetizer, Brian. You up for the main course?"

Rafe nodded silently.

"Good," came Jim's voice. "Because I'm still hungry."

******

Rafe followed Blair into the loft, Jim locking the door behind them. Still in a daze, he met Jim's eyes, wondering what would happen next. Jim's face was still, his eyes darker than Rafe had ever seen them. "Whatever happens next is up to you, Brian," he said quietly. "Blair thinks you want us, both of us. Is he right?"

Rafe swallowed, then nodded. "He's right," he said hoarsely.

Jim smiled, the expression startling. "Good." He held out a hand. Rafe took it, to be drawn closer to Jim, pulled tight against his body. Caressing lips came down upon his, in a kiss surprisingly gentle after the savage one in the elevator. In disbelief, Rafe felt his body stir, aroused by the
gentleness in a way a more aggressive touch would not have. Jim smiled into his mouth as he felt it too.

Pulling Rafe after him, Jim moved into the living room. Blair joined them as they settled on the couch, hands running over them both. Jim arched into Blair's touch even as he kissed Rafe again. Shaking, Rafe felt his clothes being undone, cool air rushing over his heated skin. Hands moved over him, teasing, caressing. He moaned as a mouth fastened over his nipple. Blair slipped Jim's clothes from his body, lovingly kissing the exposed skin as he revealed it. Rafe was dimly aware of this, focused on Jim's mouth moving over him, teeth grazing lightly against oversensitive flesh. Aching to touch, to return the pleasure, Rafe reached out, his hands finding warm, soft skin. He smiled as he heard Jim gasp.

Suddenly, Jim moved from him, and he stared up in shock at the standing man. Jim smiled. "It's okay. There's just more room upstairs."

Not sure if he could move, Rafe stood shakily. Together the three men crossed the room, climbing the stairs slowly. Reaching the top, they tumbled across the big bed, bodies moving together frantically. Touching, licking, biting, they slid together until they could barely tell where one ended and another began. Rafe lay on his back, Blair and Jim on either side, bodies straining against his. Hands moved over him until he arched into them, his cries allowed to spill into the quiet loft. Spent and exhausted, he watched as the two moved together, bringing each other release. As the three drifted into sleep, he heard Jim's muffled voice.

"What'll we do for dinner?"



Didya like it, huh huh? Or should I stick to angst?