Author: Chrys
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair/Rafe
Rating: NC-17
Series: The Edibles - I've lost track of how many there are.
Warnings: None
Summary: Jim has dessert
Eggnog Icecream
by Chrys
Blair gasped as Rafe's throat tightened around him as the other man swallowed, his hips jerking upward despite his good intentions. Brian just chuckled, the silent vibrations sending Blair over the edge as his lover's throat pulled him deeper. He shattered, dimly aware of the other man's movements as Brian released his softening cock and crawled upward to lie alongside him, his arms warm as he wrapped them around Blair.
After a long moment, he opened his eyes and smiled at the cop, who smiled back. "Happy Christmas," the detective said, his slight accent a hair more prominent than usual. Blair's smile widened.
"A little early, don't you think?"
Brian shrugged. "It's a few more days, true. But now that your finals are over..."
"It's Christmas," Blair finished, feeling a rush of feeling wash through him. "Can't argue with that."
"And who'd want to?"
Both men stiffened at the first sound, then relaxed as they identified Jim's voice. Turning his head, Blair grinned lazily at the sentinel, who stood leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs. His other lover lifted one shoulder, his eyes moving appreciatively over the bed.
"Is this a private party? Or can anyone join in?"
Brian stretched easily, moving just enough to expose his half-hard erection. Blair watched as Jim's jaw tightened as he saw it. "Anyone?" the younger detective repeated, his voice teasing. "Or someone in particular?"
Jim growled as he took a long step forward. Blair scooted out of the way as he recognized the stalk - the sentinel was in a mood, indeed! Reaching the head of the bed just in time, he leaned against it as Jim pounced on Brian, the naked cop laughing delightedly as a hard body came down upon his own.
"You're a little over dressed, Ellison," he purred, lying compliant beneath the bulk of the larger man. Jim just growled again and fastened his mouth over Brian's. Blair watched as they kissed for a long minute, trying to remember if he'd heard Jim come in. From his behavior, he'd been watching them for a while.
Reluctantly Jim lifted his head, then rose to kneel astride Brian, stripping his shirt off. Brian's hands rose to work at the sentinel's belt, pulling it open before Jim pulled back to stand at the foot of the bed as he finished stripping. He was already hard and Blair licked his lips as he watched the other two.
Jim stood there for a moment, then smiled slowly, the expression evil as he bent down and lifted a small container from the floor. Blair felt his eyes widen as he recognized it, his own sated desire beginning to stir. Brian gasped, then shook his head.
"No way, Jim! Too cold!"
The older man just smiled again, then lifted a finger, rotating it slowly. Brian shook his head again, starting to back away. He didn't get far before Jim's body blanketed his again, pushing him down into the covers.
"You'll love it, Rafe," the sentinel purred, his hands firm on the other man as he rolled him over to lie belly down on the bed. Rafe struggled briefly, half-heartedly, the teasing fingers and dominant, compelling voice making him relax suddenly, pliant beneath Jim. Jim licked his back in approval, then shifted a pillow beneath him so his hips rose into the air, exposing his center.
Brown eyes met Blair's and Blair nodded reassurance. "It's incredible, man," he said softly. Brian bit his lip, then nodded. Just then Jim made his move, and the younger detective screamed at the shock, his struggles briefly renewed. His cries of protest soon turned into moans of need as his lover's tongue followed the coldness, seeking out every bit of the cream he'd just pushed deeply into Brian.
Blair dropped his hand, stroking slowly along his once again erect cock as he watched Jim torment Brian slowly, lovingly licking all of the ice cream from within the other man's body before applying more and repeating the torture. From the moans and whimpers, it was a torture eagerly sought. He lost track of how many times Jim's hand returned to the carton, only watching the two men together on the bed they shared, watching and listening as whimpers turned to begging and begging was finally answered.
Jim's body buried deeply within Brian's, the two men moved together as they sought completion, Blair's hand bound to their rhythm as he sought his own. Together they finished, all three collapsing in a sticky, sweaty heap. Breathing deeply, Blair rolled toward the other two, needing to touch his lovers. As he joined them, an arm lifted to welcome him and hold him close.
"Happy Christmas," his sentinel said. "And Chief?"
"Yes, Jim?" Blair gasped.
"We're out of Edy's."
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