Title: Touch

Author: AngstPuppy

Email: tshaw@toolcity.net

Website: http://members.fortuencity.com/silverrosecreations/sentinel.htm

Date: October 23, 2001

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating: NC-17

Category: First Times, PWP

Series: Nope

Archive: Yes.

Feedback: Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease...

Warnings: Umm.large kitchen appliance maulage??

Note: Not beta'd, as I don't have any betas in this fandom yet.hint, hint..But I have a spell checker that I argue with constantly so hopefully there aren't too many glaring errors.

Summary: Blair gets fed up, then he gets felt up.and everybody's happy, except for maybe refrigerator.

By AngstPuppy

"Get your fucking hands off of me!"

Jim Ellison flinched, took a step backward and looked at his roommate as if he'd grown a second head.

"Geez, Sandburg! What bug crawled up your ass?"

Blair stood in the kitchen, shaking.

//Oh my God. What the hell just came out of my mouth?//

He watched Jim take a few hesitant steps toward him then stop.

//Great, now he's afraid to get anywhere near me. Feast to famine in three seconds flat.//

"I'm sorry man. I'm just.tired, ya know? My brain and my mouth aren't on speaking terms right now. So, just like, forget it, OK?"

"No."

"No!?" Blair squeaked, and knew he squeaked, therefore a blush was added to the shaking that was taking over his limbs as he tried to inch his way toward the refrigerator. The refrigerator, which was safe territory, where beer bottles could be found to occupy hands. Anthropologist hands that tended to fly around when he was nervous, and cop hands that touched too much, or not enough, and damn, it was bad enough when he babbled out loud but doing it in his own head was just crazy.

"No." Ellison took a few more steps which caused Blair to back up, right into the refrigerator, effectively negating the ability to get the aforementioned beer. Hands came up on either side of Blair, not touching, but laying on either side on the cool white surface behind him.

Blair's mind screamed //Trapped!!// but, as he had told Jim, his mind and the rest of him weren't working in tandem just then. He couldn't seem to bring his hands up in front of him, which was just as well. He wasn't quite sure whether those hands would push Jim away or grab onto him and bring him closer. And the latter wasn't an option. Really. As much as he might want to he couldn't latch on to his roommate and suck his tonsils out through his mouth. Could he? No, no he couldn't.

//OK; now I'm having arguments with myself. Sandburg, you've lost it.//

"Wh..what do you mean?" Blair damned his voice which seemed to be taking another trip through puberty. He cleared his throat while trying not to revel in just how close Jim's body was to his. There had to be a quick way out of this conversation. Before the panic attack set in.

Too late.

"C'mon Chief." Blair chanced a look up at Jim's face and felt his already racing heart take off like a Derby hopeful. Jim's eyes were.smoldering? Oh, yeah, smoldering. But Blair knew he was the one that was going to go up in flames if he wasn't careful. The low, almost purring, tone of Jim's voice did nothing to bank the fire. "Tell me what's got you so upset. I touch you all time. You've never seemed to mind before."

With that Blair's brain went south for the winter, which was just as well as it seemed to be much warmer down there. And was all that heat coming from his side, he really didn't think so, but at this point he couldn't be sure, and wouldn't that just be grand. And full babble mode ensued. With audio.

"Jesus Jim, it's just that, you know, I know that you're a touchy feely kinda guy. And I know that's because of your senses and that sometimes you just have to touch to make sure that what your other senses are telling you is real. But you're just there all the time, with the touching and the stroking and trust me when I've been shot or whacked out on designer drugs the touching is OK, really it's more than OK, cause like I really need it and I think you do too, but when I'm normal, or as normal as I'm ever going to be, then the touching and the stroking, it's not.I mean.I need mo.OH Shit!"

Blair managed to snap his mouth shut just before the little confessor that lived inside his mouth blurted everything out. He knew it was too late though, his last babblefest had really and truly blown it for him. So he simply gave up, closed his eyes and turned his head to the side and waited. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He did know that he trusted Jim to not hurt him physically, but he was pretty sure in about three seconds he was going to get his heart ripped out and he really didn't have the strength to watch it head on.

"Easy Chief. You're gonna pop something."

//Yeah, a big old honkin' boner if I'm not careful.oops, too late.//

Jim was still purring and now one hand left the cool expanse of the refrigerator, and while some small, very small, logical part of his brain said that he could now get free, Blair was concentrating on Jim's words too much to make the effort.

"What do you need Chief? Maybe this.." Blair felt the hand, the hand that had so recently left the safety of the refrigerator, slide softly up the side of his face and smooth the tangled hair back behind his ear. The hand rested there, the thumb mapping the flesh of his ear delicately, barely touching.

"Or this?" And Blair swore he could feel the displacement of air as Jim lowered his head. The little confessor inside Blair's mouth had much more to say, none of it in English, as he felt Jim's lips blaze a sweet trail of fire up his jaw toward the ear that had been so thoroughly mapped. Small soft kisses that started the trembling up again. When Jim snaked his tongue out to catch the earrings and the fleshy lobe they inhabited, Blair and the little confessor started speaking the same language, all of it translated through one low moan that seemed to come from somewhere in the center of his body.

When Jim's mouth left his earlobe, Blair thought that that might be one of the bitterest disappointments of long life of bitter disappointments. But the wonderfully wicked mouth didn't leave area, and that purring whisper came one more time.

"Or maybe this, Chief?" Jim slowly ground his groin into Blair's and two hot, hard erections met, shook figurative hands and shouted, "Hot damn, nice to finally meet ya!" The fire that had frightened Blair flared up behind his eyes, no longer threatening but soothing in its wild warmth.

Blair's hands finally knew what to do. He brought them up and circled them around Jim, smoothing them down the expanse of that strong hard back, down to cup Jim's ass and bring him impossibly closer. Squeezing and pushing those gorgeous mounds of flesh still trapped in the jeans Jim had worn to work that day closer and closer, he lost himself to the rhythm Jim set up, matching it with the jerking and rolling of his own hips up off the refrigerator. Blair gasped at the sensations and blindly turned his head, only to feel Jim take advantage of his parted lips with a soul searing kiss. It was all so good. Jim tasted good and felt *good*, and was doing such good things with his tongue and hips and damn he couldn't fucking wait until they did this with their clothes *off*. The imagery that that thought branded into his brain, of naked sweating bodies thrusting towards, around, inside each other, was all that was needed to push Blair over the edge. He didn't just fall; he leaped, throwing his head back in joyful utter abandon. He didn't hear his own wail of release or the very loud thump as the back of his head made contact with the refrigerator.

Jim buried his head in the crook of Blair's shoulder and neck and began a low muttering, the cadence taking up the rhythm of his thrusts. It wasn't until he ground Blair forcefully into the refrigerator with one particularly hard thrust and stayed there that he understood the words pouring from Jim's mouth.

"Love you Chief. Loveyouloveyouloveyou.LOVEYOU!"

Blair felt the warm wetness seeping through Jim's jeans to match the same spot on his own pants. His voice was hoarse and dry, but he knew Jim could hear the whispered words that came from his heart. "Love you Jim. Love you so much."

Later there would be talking and analyzing and, hopefully, getting naked, but for now there was just this, holding Jim and being held in return. Oh and there was another thing he had to let Jim know.

"Jim?"

"Hmmmph?"

"You can touch me anytime you want, k?"

A warm, low chuckle tickled against his throat, and Jim lifted his head. The love and trust shining from those crystal blue eyes was all the answer he would ever need.

END