Title: Time to Relax

Author/pseudonym: Angelise

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Fandom: The Sentinel

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Category: AU, hinted crossover
Warning: There is mention of a whip but it's used to give pleasure not pain. This is not a kink story.

Date: 2-29-04

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Story snippet: Tendrils of braided leather floated over his chest and down to his groin. Blair snapped his head forward, his eyes widening at the sight of the cattail caressing his bound erection. "Oh please. Please." The younger man shook his head in confusion, not sure if he was pleading for the touch of the small whip or petitioning for its removal.

Author's notes: This story was originally written for a My Mongoose e-zine. If I remember right, it had to be an AU Blair and the mention of a season had to be included in the story. For some reason, this piece was never submitted. Why? I have no idea. As to the hint of a crossover with one of my fav TV shows--West Wing, I'm not really sure where I was going with that idea. A series possibly? Who knows what the muse was thinking!




Time To Relax
by Angelise
February 2004

Blair shook the snow from his long hair. "I can't believe I'm going through with this." Frowning at his friend and current assistant, the 30-year old White House environmental consultant shouldered out of his heavy parka.

The man standing beside Blair just smiled as he expertly caught the gloves thrown in his direction. "You need it. Believe me, you need it."

Yanking his scarf off, Blair glared at his soon to be ex-friend. "And just what do you mean by that, Brian Rafe?"

Rafe guided Blair to a nearby chair. Bending down he removed his friend's snow-encrusted boots. "You've been going full tilt for the last six months. Meeting after meeting after meeting. Basically living in your office."

One boot refused to budge and when it finally gave way, Rafe fell back on his butt. Rubbing his bruised anatomy, he smiled up at his boss. "Face it, Blair. You're tired, you're cranky and you're on the verge of collapse."

Rafe placed the boots to the side and got back to his feet, collecting Blair's coat and hanging it in the nearby closet. Looking back, he caught Blair lost in thought, his gaze focused on the foyer window and the falling snow outside.

Rafe snapped his fingers in front of his employer's face, effectively returning Blair's attention to the conversation. "See? Even now, you're thinking about work. I know you, Blair. Let it go, man. It's time to play, time to relax."

Blair pushed a handful of damp curls away from his face. "I don't have time to relax, Goofus. The next session is in three weeks and I've still got several senators to meet with. I don't have time for this nonsense."

"Yes. You. Do." Rafe leaned down and gripped Blair's face between his hands. "Look at me and honestly tell me that you don't need this. That you don't need some relief? How long has it been since that Secret Service agent of a boyfriend loved on you?"

Blair closed his eyes. "You know I can't discuss Jim with you."

Rafe traced the dark circles under his friend's eyes. "God, Blair! The stress is going to kill you and personally, I prefer you alive and yelling at me."

Blair heaved a deep sigh and ignored his friend's concerned gaze, looking, instead, over his shoulder at the Renoir painting hanging on the wall behind him. "What makes you think this will help?"

Rafe released his hold on the younger man's face and knelt beside him. "I'm one of your oldest friends, Blair. I know what makes you happy and what makes you feel good." He nodded at the door several feet down the hallway. "This man comes highly recommended. He's the best they say and I have no doubt that he will take care of your needs."

Before Blair could answer, the mysterious door opened and an elderly Asian gentleman stepped into view. He motioned for Blair to come forward. Turning toward his friend, the longhaired consultant offered a wry smile.

"Why do I let you talk me into these things?"

Rafe slapped Blair on the back and pushed him toward the waiting servant. "You adore me. Plus, I'm the best damn assistant you'll ever work with." Rafe jumped out of reach of the hand aimed at his head and said with a chuckle, "Go have some fun, boss."

Blair gave a snort of disbelief as he waved goodbye to his smirking friend. Taking a deep breath, he followed the older man down the long hallway. "God save me from concerned employees."

The aged servant stopped and bowed respectfully to Blair before opening another door and directing him inside. Blair did as he was instructed and found himself in a large suite. Standing beside the room's bed was another servant, a youth with fathomless eyes and coal black hair that fell to his waist.

"Phillipe will help ready you for our master. If there is anything specific you need, he will provide it for you."

The Asian gentleman quietly exited the room and, upon turning around, Blair found his newly appointed assistant beside him, slipping his jacket off.

"You will wish to cleanse yourself, Monsieur. I have set out everything in the next room. Please follow me."

Phillipe guided Blair into an ornately decorated bathroom and silently began to remove Blair's clothing, taking care not to arouse him with his gentle touches. Once naked, Blair was assisted to the gold-trimmed bidet. Closing his eyes, he permitted the servant to perform the intimate cleansing required for this visit and a shiver passed through his body once the task was finally completed.

Smiling at the green-eyed youth, Blair stepped inside the glass-enclosed shower and gave himself over to Phillipe's talented hands. Every inch of his body was treated to a sensual washing and his skin was tingling by the time he was dried and dressed in a fleecy white robe.

A few minutes were spent blow-drying Blair's long hair and once his curls were snapping with electricity, Phillipe took Blair by the hand and led him back into the bedroom. A quilt and several plush cushions had been placed in front of the large black granite hearth, the light from the fire that roared inside, providing the room's only illumination. Phillipe removed Blair's robe and guided him to a kneeling position.

"My master will be with you shortly. I hope he brings peace to your troubled soul."

Blair watched the handsome servant leave before turning his attention to the richly furnished room he found himself waiting in. An enormous bed dominated this part of the suite, its headboard carved in the image of a slumbering panther. Blair couldn't help but smile when he saw how each leg of the bed was a wooden replica of the large cat's feet.

"Wonder if he purrs?"

Chuckling, he stretched his arms above his head and unsuccessfully tried to ease the tightness in his shoulders. A wall of windows faced him and Blair spent the next few minutes contemplating the outside landscape. Just the sight of the gently falling snow and the full moon was enough to relax him slightly and he continued to gaze at the windows, allowing his thoughts to wander aimlessly.

Without warning, the naked form of a sculpted chest obscured his view and Blair trembled when a pair of warm lips pressed against his neck.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," the voice of aged whiskey whispered in his ear as the man in front of him retreated back into the shadows and became one with the darkness.

Fingers trailed down his back and slowly traced the slope of his buttocks.

"Tonight, my love, I shall teach you to fly."

The shadows took form again and the man embraced Blair, easily guiding him onto his hands and knees. His gentle fingers danced their way inside Blair's secret passageway and stretched him with extreme tenderness. His talented fingers then delved deeper and toyed with Blair's prostate until the younger man was panting for air.

Blair gasped as a different fullness entered him, the unmistakable shape of a butt plug sliding home and causing him to tremble uncontrollably. His reaction doubled in intensity when a pair of sensual lips traced the area around his barricaded channel.

"Yes," Blair moaned. "Oh god, yes."

The man's husky purr answered him, the sound crawling over Blair's skin as shadow-hidden lips moved closer and tasted the curve of his spine. The White House consultant couldn't stop the giggle that escaped his lips. "Ah, he does indeed purr."

Blair choked on his laughter when sharp teeth raked across his shoulder. Before he could apologize for his words, a patch of skin on his throat was claimed and marked, forcing Blair to admit, "Claws too. Sharp claws. Oh goddddddddd."

Another moan was dragged out of Blair, followed by several more when the moist heat that was licking his bruised skin moved up to his lips and instructed, "Place your arms behind you and balance your weight on your hands."

Blair followed the quiet command and discovered the move completely exposed his nakedness to the man kneeling before him. "Would you . . ." His request was silenced with a kiss as expert hands secured his genitals with silk bindings.

A hiss of air whistled through Blair's teeth when the man closed his mouth over one of his nipples and teased the circle of flesh into a tight nub. The wrinkled peak was then suckled softly, causing Blair to surrender to the desire warming his body.

"More. Oh please, more."

His pleas were answered quickly, teeth joining in the torture, nipping each nipple repeatedly. His tormenter finally released the sensitive flesh and bathed each one with the healing moisture of his tongue.

A familiar vibration then traveled over his swollen nipples, the brief tease almost too much for Blair to tolerate. "No, no more. I beg you."

The vibration lifted away from his body momentarily and gave the younger man a chance to catch his breath. It was summarily returned but this time it journeyed downward and a ticklish foray into Blair's bellybutton snatched the newly gained air from his lungs. Blair screamed with surprise at the new torture.

"Shit!"

Blair tore into his bottom lip with his teeth, trying desperately to abort his plea for mercy. He gnawed on the tender flesh as his arms trembled with the effort of keeping his body upright.

"I can't . . . ."

Tendrils of braided leather floated over his chest and down to his groin. Blair snapped his head forward, his eyes widening at the sight of the cattail caressing his bound erection. "Oh please. Please." The younger man shook his head in confusion, not sure if he was pleading for the touch of the small whip or petitioning for its removal.

Warm lips gifted the tip of Blair's cock with a fragile kiss, a promise of the delight it was about to receive. The gentle kiss was then shared with Blair as the cattail was slowly coiled around his scrotum. A sharp tug and the whip released the heavy sac only to fall back across Blair's swollen shaft. Blair howled, his lower torso arching into the air.

With every light blow, the leather braids wrapped around the column of hard flesh, embracing Blair's erection in such a way that it ripped away the man's deeply embedded weariness.

"Let go, my love."

Tears stained Blair's cheeks at the sudden release of his bound organ and immediately a scorching heat raced through his body, the molten fire of his climax spilling into the sheltering hands of his tormentor.

Gently lowered to the quilt, Blair rolled over on his stomach and, pushing up on his knees, spread his legs wide, sobbing hoarsely when the butt plug was tenderly removed. The incredibly slow invasion of his body that followed brought a new shower of tears.

"So good. Feels so good."

A granite-hard erection stroked in and out, the slide of heat pressing deeper and deeper pushed Blair closer to the edge of another orgasm. He looked over his shoulder, his gaze drawn to the man holding his body captive with hands that would, without a doubt, leave bruises on the pale skin of his hips. Helpless to resist the waves of hunger crashing over him, Blair gasped outloud and his open mouth was ruthlessly claimed and plundered.

Nails raked over his chest in silent accord with the thrusts that hammered inside his ass. Words strangled and faded into incoherent sounds as the hands moved lower, their callused fingertips scraping the tender flesh on the underside of his shaft. The exquisite touch was enough to push Blair into a second white hot climax and his roar shattered the silence as an answering heat surged deep inside his body, filling him with a healing peace.

Strong arms caught and sheltered Blair when he collapsed to the floor in a boneless heap. A nearby lamp was switched on and the shadow was replaced with the handsome features of Blair's lover, Jim Ellison.

Blair kissed the hand that stroked across his cheek. "Rafe would have a stroke if he knew about this, about you. My man - a decorated Secret Service agent working as a member of the world's oldest profession."

Jim gathered Blair close and pulled the quilt tightly around their naked bodies. Wrestling a hand free, he prodded the burning logs and renewed the fire that had burned down during their lovemaking.

"Along with half the politicians in this city, your concerned assistant visits my humble abode on a regular basis." Tapping Blair's nose, Jim smiled. "My staff informs me that he is a most enthusiastic customer."

Blair frowned at that shared tidbit of information. "Let's just say I better not find out that you partook of his enthusiasm."

Jim nibbled on Blair's neck a moment before burying his face in the satiny tangle of curls that fell down his lover's naked back. "Not gonna happen, Einstein. Only you and one other person will I ever allow inside this room."

Blair captured the hand that was sliding down his belly. "Damn straight, Big Guy. I can't override a presidential command performance but I sure as hell can deny any other yahoo's request for your services." Blair reached behind Jim's back and pinched his ass. "Nobody but me and the Man on the Hill ride this baby, you hear?"

"Loud and clear." Collecting the cattail in one hand, Jim smiled at his indignant lover as he lifted him off the floor and carried him to bed. He straddled Blair's sprawled form and smoothed his hands over the thick mat of hair that covered the younger man's chest. "Have I fulfilled Rafe's request? Are you relaxed now?

Blair cupped Jim's hand over his slumbering manhood. "Melted is more like it." Levering himself up on his elbows, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of Jim's throat. "Remind me to give that man a raise."

"Speaking of money . . ." Jim dangled the leather cattail between the two of them and hissed loudly when it came in contact with his renewed erection. "Time to pay for services rendered."

Blair flipped the larger man over on his back and took the offered whip. "Guess you want a tip, too?"

His captured lover purred happily in agreement.



The End
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