Title: Insecure Jim

Author: Patt

For Ali. :) You asked you shall recieve.

Warnings: ANyone that wants serious poetry, delete now. This is goofy, as it comes to me naturally.

by Patt
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Jim walked into the loft and knew something was wrong.
There was no lover to meet him, to touch his dong.
Instead there was silence and total emptiness.
Looking around the loft, I saw there was no mess.
Oh my god, he's left me; he's gone for good.
What shall I do while I'm sporting this wood?
I turn to the left, I turn to the right, and realize I'm lost.
I must get my guide back, no matter what is the cost.
I sit on the sofa, putting my head into my hands as I start to cry.
He left no note for me, no way to know what I did, or why.
God, I can't live without him; he's my life-line.
Not to mention that he fucks mighty fine.
What am I going to do at work without my guide?
Man, Simon will stick Conner with me to ride.
{I meant in the truck, get your minds out of the gutter.}
{Geeze, I leave you alone you're minds go to butter.}
I need my guide, I need the love he does bestow.
I want his lips on my cock as he's starting to blow.
The tears are coming down my face now, I don't try to stop.
I don't care that I'm a tough guy and a very macho cop.
Blair where are you and why would you leave?
I jump up off the sofa and run, when I have to heave. (Pure art, eh?)
As I lie on the floor against the cool tile waiting to puke some more.
I hear that there is someone walking in the front door.
I don't even try to get up, I'm sure that Simon can come in here.
I start crying again, and him seeing that does not cause me fear.
I hear my guide and know that I must be dreaming.
Except that he's yelling now, and almost screaming.
"Jim, what the fuck are you doing, what were you thinking?"
"You think I've left you or something and you start drinking?"
I pull him into my arms and sob very long and loud.
I'm not above begging, fuck he knows this, I'm not proud.
"Blair, please come back, please don't go away."
"I need you in my life, I need your love, I need you to stay."
"Jim, what the fuck is going on?"
"I'm still here, I've never gone."
Looking up at him, I realize there are grocery bags lying beside Blair.
I thank the fucking gods above, that they have decided to be fair.
"Jesus, Jim, you thought I left you? I was at the store."
"I was only gone for two hours, I know not any more."
"I'm sorry Blair, I had a really bad day."
Then I shut my mouth, knowing not what to say.
He pulled me in his arms and said, very clear.
"You're stuck with me Jim. I'll always be here."
I got up off the floor and felt a little dumb.
Not to mention that my butt was numb.
God, I freaked out over Blair going grocery shopping.
When all I could think of, was how and when we'd be bopping.
I pulled him into my arms and he could still feel me shaking.
Rubbing his hand across my groin to see what progress he was making.
This is why I never want him to go, I always want him close by.
But I have to remember that I should check things out before I cry.
He takes me upstairs and he begins to fuck me like mad.
Making me so fucking glad that I'm his to be had.
I've got to work on the insecure part of my life.
But what can I say, I'm starting to feel some of the strife.
My brain can only think of Blair and his cock.
Oh and one more thing, mine is as hard as a rock.
He's fucking me hard, he's fucking me deep.
My orgasm is getting closer, my cock is starting to weep.
As I come screaming his name.
He comes right behind me doing the same.
Well not the same, he said Jim, not his own.
Now all we both can do is utter a small groan.
Sleep is what we need now, sleep like the dead.
I fall asleep with Blair rubbing his hands over my head.
I woke in the morning and find the bed is empty next to me.
I looked over the railing before I freak out, to see.
"Blair, you down there or did you depart?"
I listen and hear the sound of his heart.
He's in the shower, thank god, he hasn't left.
Because that would leave me feeling bereft.
"Jim", he said as he comes out of the shower.
"Don't you know that you have my heart, you own the power?"
I pulled him into my arms and said, "I'll work on it, Chief."
I know that he can feel me shaking like a leaf.
And work on it, I shall really do.
Wouldn't you?

End Insecure Jim.