Jim doesn’t think that there’s going to be a problem, precisely, but he stills feels nervous as he lays everything out on the night-stand. Blair’s showering, and that makes Jim feel happy and uncertain at the same time; they’re getting ready for sex instead of bullshitting about the spur of the moment. He takes a breath; he’s ready.
Blair comes up – his hair is dry, except for a narrow border of damp around the hairline, and Jim thinks it’s a measure of how far gone he is that the idea of Blair in a shower-cap is cute.
Blair smiles when he sees the things on the night-stand. “Told you that you’d like it.” And Jim did. Being inside Blair like that, watching Blair’s face. It’s amazing how his fears and inhibitions fell away together.
“Yeah, I did. And that’s why I want you to do me tonight.”
Blair is so stunned that Jim feels half-way insulted. Nice opinion you have of me, there, Sandburg. But a new smile appears and Jim decides he can be forgiving.
“Great. I mean – great.” He has an armful of Blair, warm and damp and smelling of sandalwood, and there’s some horseplay which is essentially foreplay, before Blair stills and looks down at Jim with huge, questioning eyes.
“You’re sure about this?”
“No, I’m not sure, but I still want to give it a try.”
Blair’s hand strokes over Jim’s cock. “You certainly feel sure enough to be going on with. Want me to blow you while I get you ready?”
Jim rolls them to their sides, face-to-face, chest-to-chest. He stretches out a hand for some gel, turns back and lifts his thigh onto Blair’s hip. “I like watching your face sometimes.”
“A kink almost perverted in its non-kinkiness. No problems, my man, you can see my face. I can do this pretty thoroughly by touch.” He proves that with sureness, and quite a few kisses, and the usual wise-acre remarks. “Hey, you can’t see my face with your eyes shut.”
Jim opens his eyes. “It feels good,” he says, and whatever Blair sees in his face makes his pupils even darker and wider
“We’ve done this before.”
“We should do it again some day.” Jim wriggles against the fingers inside him. It’s strange; the day that he won’t find it strange is a way away yet, but he does like it. He wants more, for himself, and for Blair. “Now, how about you fuck me.”
Blair’s hand leaves Jim’s body, and he reaches across the bed to use the wipes that Jim’s put out.
“Hey, no fair, man.” He holds up the condom packet.
“Perfectly fair. You wouldn’t let me go bare. ‘ Urinary tract infections, Jim.’ ‘You hate cranberry juice, Jim.’ ‘Let’s not have to worry about reactions to antibiotics, Jim.’”
This little conversation ought to be chilling the mood, but in the end it’s just another game. Blair’s biting his lip, which looks very chewable. Jim puts teasing that lip with his own teeth on his list of things to do soon.
“I like cranberry juice. I’ve never had a reaction to an antibiotic in my life. And you’re a sentinel. I just have to blow *on* you, let alone blow you, and you’ll come.”
Jim stretches, watching closely to see that Blair gets the full effect. He does. “No glove, no love, Chief.” He rolls onto his front, and watches Blair get the full effect of that too.
“Okay, okay. Jeez, when did you turn into the health nut?” A kiss to the small of Jim’s back suggests that Blair’s not that irate. Jim wonders maybe if he claims a bad reaction to latex sometime in the future…and then he grunts as Blair’s fingers return.
“Fine.” And here’s the sticking point, as it were, a touch of burn as tender tissues point out that Blair’s cock is broader than a couple of fingers, and god, for a moment the feel, the smell, even, of the condom distracts him. But then Blair is, slowly, very slowly, inside him. Hands humid with nervous sweat grasp at Jim’s hips.
Jim’s answer is a small rocking movement back and forth, towards and away, and he takes a breath in that’s just shy of a gasp. Blair’s an average-sized guy, but right now Jim would swear that John Holmes is behind him.
Blair sighs. “Oh. You are such a sight, so gorgeous.” He starts moving, carefully, gathering confidence as Jim does. Jim can do this. It’s strange, yes, but there’s satisfaction that he didn’t expect. Pleasure, sure, as his body adjusts. It’s not melting his brain yet, although the potential is there – oh yes, it’s there.
But what he loves right now is the noise that Blair makes, the way his body warms, the way that this is yet another way to own Blair. Jim always has been an insecure, possessive son of a bitch.