Title: Parking

Author: Midgeoura Seasons

Rating: NC-17

Category: First times, PWP

Feedback: who doesn’t crave it? All will be flushed that isn’t nice, polite, or constructive.

Summary: oh that pd. rummer mill . . .

Notes: this was finished at 3:00A.M. and was started at about midnight. Insomnia isn’t it a bitch.

Archive: yes of course, just keep my name attached to it, and if you really love me send me the url, I’m a narcissist I like to go look at my stuff in the pretty archives.

Notes2: not Beta'd, just spell checked, i promise next time I'll go through all the right avenues,

Parking
by Midgeoura Seasons

Jim Ellison came home to the smell of sex, not very strong but definitely there. It wasn’t the first time he smelt it, how could he not? His roommate, Blair Sandburg, was always with a new girl, sometimes another teacher, or a cute co-ed. Blair really wasn’t all that picky. So the second hand smell of sex was not new.

Jim could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured his partner and guide was in the shower. It was SOP for Blair to shower immediately when getting home. So he jumped out of his skin when said roommate came around the corner still fully dressed and reeking.

"Oh hi Jim! I let Cherry use the shower before she went home, I hope that’s okay."

"Hunh? Oh! Oh, yeah, sure whatever." Jim said distractedly. He was staring at a patch of his guides skin partially hidden by his hair. It was a small, very round, hickey.

"She doesn’t like going home right away. Her roommate is one strange case. A social outcast, but not because of any outward appearance but it’s like she chooses to be . . . " Jim listened half heartedly to this new rant on the function and form of modern society and those that live beyond those bounds. Typical Sandburgian avoidance 101. Cherry stepped out of the bathroom mid ramble, Blair didn’t even stop to take a breath, " . . . Anyway, I’m going to take her home and be back in a few minutes." And with that hurricane Sandburg left, leaving behind one depressed Sentinel.

*

"Are you sure you need me today?" Blair asked for the fifth time that morning.

"Look if you don’t want to come to the station with me this morning just say so. I’m not forcing you, but the Allen case file needs some serious polishing."

"Oh okay, I’ll go with you." The whole conversation had been from Jim at the table and Blair in his room, putting on his finishing touches. He stepped out of his room wearing a button down shirt and a jacket.

"Are you kidding?" Jim said from over his morning paper, "it’s got to be 80 degrees out there! Your going to roast!"

"I’ll be fine, anyway we’re going to be late we should get going." Blair directed the conversation, thankful for the nice timing.

When they got to the police station everything seemed normal. Blair went to work right away polishing Jim’s written reports. And Jim started writing up a new bunch. They sat at desks all through the morning.

About a half hour till lunch Detective Rafe walked over to Blair’s desk and handed him a small folded piece of paper. Jim might not have noticed except for his senses. He heard the shift of paper and looked up in time to see Blair’s face pale at whatever was written on it. He watched, intrigued, as Blair folded the paper again then ripped it in half. Blair even went so far as to shred both halves in the paper shredder behind his desk. Then Jim observed as Blair silently got up from his desk and went quietly into the break room.

Jim decided something was definitely up when Blair actually closed the blinds, blocking Jim’s direct line of sight into the small room. But he had other way’s of keeping track of his friend and guide, besides wasn’t it his ‘blessed protector’ duty? So he concentrated on the dials controlling his hearing and with ease, turned it up.

"You wouldn’t dare!"

"Oh come on Sandburg, it’s not like he isn’t going to figure it out sooner than later. Hell I found out from Kate in records, its gone around the station like a wildfire!"

"No way! The longer he doesn’t know the better, okay? I like living at the moment."

"Yeah well, I’m not the one who told the captain, that was all Joel."

"Oh god."

"Yep, I haven’t seen the captain this excited over a bit of gossip in a long
time."

Jim didn’t hear the rest because just then the Captain bellowed from his office, "Sandburg!" Jim winced and shut down his hearing.

"Sir?" Jim asked.

"Nope just the kid." Banks replied.

Jim didn’t try to listen to their conversation, his ears still hurt. When Blair finally came out of the office Captain Banks had a smile on his face and he was chuckling. Something was seriously up. But Jim never had the opportunity to ask his guide what was going on.

"Hey Jim, I gotta get going, I’ve got a class in twenty minutes. ‘Anthropology in literature’. It should be interesting." once again hurricane Sandburg left behind one depressed, and confused, Sentinel. But this time Jim was not without resources. He got up from his desk and knocked on Simons office door.

"Come in Jim."

"Sir."

There in the small office was Joel Taggart, one of the best on the bomb squad.

"Hi Jim. How’s the new truck holding up?"

"Fine thanks. Look I came in here to get some information."

"Oh is that so?" Simon said, face contorting into an impish smile.

"Yes, that’s so." Jim said a little miffed, " I want to know what the hell is up with Sandburg."

"Oh, the kid." Joel said.

"Yes, the kid. One of the two of you want to tell me what he doesn’t want me to find out, why he thinks I’m going to kill him?"

"I’m afraid not." Simon said.

"What, that you don’t want to tell me?"

"Oh no it’s not that." Joel spoke up.

"We can’t. Made promises you know." Simon said smile never leaving his face as he pulled out a cigar. Jim’s response was a low menacing growl.

"But. . . It doesn’t mean you can’t find out for yourself." Joel said.

"Spill." Jim snarled.

"Well you know his newest girlfriend right?"Simon said

"Yes, Cherry something."

"Cherry Vigil." Joel said.

"Do you know what kind of car she drives?"Simon continued.

"No, is this over some speeding ticket?"

"Not hardly" Joel said.

"What then?" Jim said wishing they would get to the bloody point.

"She drives a 1969 V W minibus, maybe you should look it up?" Simon suggested.

*

Blair was sitting in the living room trying to watch a documentary on the Salem witch hunts. He totally agreed with the tainted grain theory, but he just couldn’t get into it. His mind was whirling. He stiffened when he heard the key in the lock, then the swish of the door, and then a loud slam.

"Hey big guy!"Blair called out nervously.

"All right hair boy, spill." Jim stopped in front of the door.

Blair turned around on the couch to look at him, "Jim?"

Jim walked over to the couch grasping for the last of his patience. In an even flat tone he spit out, "Parking? You got caught parking!"

"Oh that." Blair tried a tentative smile.

"Yeah, that. What the hell were you thinking!"

Blair flinched, "we didn’t want to go to a hotel and we didn’t have anywhere else to go."

"Surely her place?"

"Didn’t I tell you about her freaky roommate?"

"Why not here?"

"No way, I can’t."

"What do you mean? You. Can’t." Jim was standing in front of the couch.

Blair stood saying, "I just. Can’t."

"Blair!" Jim’s voice menaced.

Blair looked away, "I couldn’t do that to you, and I couldn’t do that to me."

Jim grabbed Blair’s chin and gently turned his head. Trying a different approach, "Blair, I’m an adult. Your not going to freak me out if you bring over the occasional date." he paused a moment, "is this because of my senses?"

"No, man, it’s not that." Blair said sheepishly.

"Then what the hell is it?" he put his hands on Blair’s shoulders.

Blair withered, "I Love You." the words rushed from his body using up all of the air in his lungs. He gulped it back in. Jim’s hands dropped from Blair’s shoulders at the same time his jaw dropped. Blair started back pedaling immediately, "I... I shouldn’t have said that. Look it’s not a big thing. It’s not the physical, although that is really nice, it’s you, I love you. Oh god Jim say something."

Jim saw the pain in his best friends eyes, he was shocked at the deepness of the feeling. He was shocked as well at his own response, welling up inside.

He had never been a man of many words, they just got in the way and complicated things. But he couldn’t ignore what was going on. So he did the next best thing, he reached one hand up the back of Blair’s head, tangling it in the massive curls. The other, lifted the chin. He bent his head down and lips met lips.

Chaste didn’t even describe it. It was so modest, the ghosting of lips on lips. Eyes went wide and staring. Jim pulled back without breaking his hold, "does that work?" he whispered.

"Why mister Ellison, I do believe you just kissed me."

"Why mister Sandburg, I do believe I did. So shut up Darwin and let me do it again." They kissed again, only this time eyelids lowered, and Blair’s hands found purchase on Jim’s shoulder and waist. It quickly evolved into an intenseness, the kind of kiss that dissolved the bones in your feet and cemented you to the floor. When they finally parted for air Blair found himself wishing he could circular breath and never have to come up for air ever again.

"Blair?" the sound of his name so husky brought him back to earth.

"Yes." he murmured.

"Make me a promise. Promise me you will break it off with this girl and never spend another night out of my bed."

Blair pulled out of their embrace, he grabbed for Jim’s hand. He flattened it on his chest. "Do you feel that?"

"Yes."

"That beats for you, you and no one else."

"I love you, Blair Sandburg." Jim removed his hand and brushed one single tear away from his lovers cheek, " come with me?" he gestured to his bedroom above the stairs. The response was a vagarious nod of the head. Jim led the way up the stairs dragging behind him his lover, like his newest toy.

When they got to the top of the stairs they raced to undress. There was no examination of bodies as they threw clothing haphazardly around the room. (The next morning Blair actually found a sock on the couch, flung from the bedroom.)

Jim decided it was time to make a point. He pushed Blair back onto the bed. "You. Are. Mine." he said poking Blair on the chest as he fell back into the fluffy comforter. "This is mine." Jim said following Blair’s hair and burying his face in it. He shifted his legs, straddling his lover. Who made a low noise in his throat when heated naked flesh met heated naked flesh.

Licking Blair’s ear Jim said, "this is mine." then he moved up to his forehead planting little kisses over his skin. He kissed each eye, "these are mine, and this is mine" he kissed Blair’s nose. Then he licked Blair’s upper lip, "these are so mine." he delved into them, lingering only a moment. He then traced a path a ice and fire down his neck till he came to the purple bruise. With surprising ferocity he opened his mouth and bit down over it, "mine" he growled around it. Blair bucked up, ultimate pleasure following ultimate pain.

After re-marking him Jim moved on, drawing patterns with his tongue till he came to one brown nipple. He grazed his teeth over it then lapped at it. He pulled up and went after the other. "These are mine." he said before his mouth closed over the small ring. He gripped the metal with his teeth and gave a gentle tug.

"Oh god!" Blair arched up. Jim let it go and blew a stream of air on it, watching it ripple and harden. He continued his journey. Until he came to Blair’s belly button. He swirled his tongue around it then delved into it. He heard Blair suck in oxygen. He scooted down Blair’s legs till he came nose to cock. He curled his fist around it and bent his head. He took in first one testicle then the other,

"Mine all mine." he said around one relishing in the long deep moan emanating from Blair. He came up, evil gleam in his eye.

"Is it mine? Are you mine Blair?"

Blair shook himself, barely coherent enough to cough out, "yours"

Jim opened his mouth wide and sucked in his cock. He choked a little then very slowly pushed in further. Deep throating him up to the balls. Jim nearly zoned his nose sniffing dark curls, but Blair’s verbal response to his actions kept him aware. He started suction, bobbing his head up and down.

"JIM!!!!!!" was his only warning before Blair came, shivering in delight.

Jim pulled himself up to the top of the bed.

"Oh my god" Blair murmured.

"Pretty good for no practice?" Jim asked.

"Hell yes, where did you learn to do that?"

"Hot dogs."

"What?" Blair came awake and sat up to look at his lover.

"A friend of mine in high school, it’s a long story."

"Well wow." there was a moments pause, "Jim?"

"Yes?"

"Take me."

"What!"

"You heard me, take me."

We haven’t got anything...lube, to use."

"My room, under the bed, massage oil."

Jim was off the bed in a heart beat, even if his erection made it difficult to walk. He raced down the stairs and was back in merely moments. He stood by the bed. Blair took the initiative, he rolled over writhing, making Jim’s breath catch. He dove head first into the bed.

he very lovingly stretched his lover, adding a finger at a time. Blair pulled his knees up under him.

"Please? Please Jim? Make me yours." he knew it was corny but that was exactly what he wanted and Jim knew it. He placed himself at Blair’s entrance and pushed ever so slowly. It was blazing, and tight, oh so tight. They started pushing and pulling until they finally got the rhythm of thrusting. It was too exquisite to last. Jim spilled his seed deep inside, screaming. Blair joined him in the abys a second later.

Rolling over together they spooned up to catch their breaths. When finally able to talk Blair said, " So does this mean I still have to wash Joel and Simon’s car’s?"

END