Things were going well at the loft. Every night brought the two men a little closer to being sexually united. Blair was thinking that Jim had been insane when he came up with the idea of going very slowly, but it turned out to be quite the turn-on. Both men were getting sex every single night. It may not be penetration type sex, but sex none-the-less. Blair was freaking happy and content with things the way there were. He found himself looking forward to what they would find to do every night. He didn’t seem to mind if it was a repeat of the night before either. Yes, Blair was very happy. But there was one thing that bothered Blair. Jim didn’t say too much about how he felt about things. Oh yeah, he said he loved his romantic dinner. Said it was the best he had ever had, but did he think that Blair was good with the sex they were having? Blair wondered how a man could ask that without sounding too needy. Blair was going to ask him tonight and see what Jim said.
What if Jim wasn’t having as much fun as Blair was having? What if it was just easier for him to come because of his senses? What if Jim needed more and just didn’t know how to ask Blair for it? These were things that Blair needed to find out.
Blair was headed to the break room to get a cup of sludge when he overheard Brown tell Rafe, “I didn’t know that Ellison was into men.”
“What are you talking about?” Rafe asked.
“He was staring at Detective Miller’s butt when he was leaving the room. Did you know he did guys?” Brown asked again.
“Miller, from Homicide? I don’t think he’d be looking at his butt. I don’t think he’d be looking at anyone’s butt. I think you’re mistaken,” Rafe assured Brown.
“You can think whatever you like, but he was staring at the guy’s ass and not just for a second, the entire time Miller was leaving the room,” Brown said very quietly.
“Holy shit. Do you think anyone else noticed?” Rafe asked, somewhat alarmed about Jim’s reputation.
“No, I was the only other one in the room. He must have forgotten I was there. I’m in shock. Why would he be staring at Miller’s ass anyhow? Why not anyone else? What’s Miller got that no one else does?” Brown wondered.
“Just keep it quiet, I don’t want this getting around the rumor mill. Jim would die of embarrassment, as well he should,” Rafe said.
“I’m not saying a word. I was just asking you about it. Is Miller gay?” Brown asked Rafe.
“Hell if I know. I didn’t know that Jim was,” Rafe answered.
Blair walked into the room and said, “Hello guys, what’s new?”
Rafe blushed and said, “Nothing.”
Blair said, “Well, just wondering you both look like the cat that swallowed the canary.”
“See you later, Hairboy,” Brown said as he left the room as quickly as he could.
Rafe followed right after him and called out, “Later, Sandburg.”
Now Blair had something new to worry about. Jim talked about being exclusive when it came to Sam, but maybe it was different when it came to Jim. Another thing Blair was going to have to ask him tonight.
Blair went out to the bullpen and sat down. Jim was very quiet and he had a feeling that he overheard what Rafe and Brown had said. Blair said, “Would you like to go to lunch?”
Jim smiled at him and said, “Yeah that would be good.”
Blair went and told Simon where they would be and the two of them took off for lunch. When they got to the truck, Jim still hadn’t said a word.
“Where do you want to go?” Blair asked.
“Anywhere is good with me,” Jim answered.
“How about Subway, it’s quick and we can eat in the truck. I want to talk to you about a few things,” Blair suggested.
Jim looked a little nervous and said, “What things?”
“I’d rather wait until we got something to eat and then we can park down the road and talk. I really want to speak to you,” Blair said.
Jim drove to Subway and they walked in and ordered their sandwiches to go. They eat got a drink too and out the door they went. Before long Jim pulled up on a quiet street down from the station and said, “Okay, now talk.”
“Jim, do I make you happy, sexually?”
Jim choked on his soda and coughed it up and finally answered, “Of course you do.”
“So there is nothing I do wrong?”
“Blair, you do everything right. Why are you asking me this?”
“You never tell me how you feel after we do things in the evening, so I’m just guessing all the time,” Blair said.
“Chief, where in the hell is this coming from? You make me very happy. Last night was one of the best nights we’ve had so far. I really enjoyed myself,” Jim admitted.
“I did too, Jim, I did too. Is there anything you would like to see me do more of?” Blair asked.
“Blair, why are you asking this shit? You make me very happy. I know I don’t tell you very often, but I’m happier with you then I’ve ever been. I really like the things we do and say to each other,” Jim confessed.
Blair smiled at Jim and said, “So why were you watching Miller’s ass?”
Jim was in the middle of taking another drink and it shot up his nose and all over the steering wheel. When he finally composed himself, he said, “I didn’t watch his ass.”
“You’re lying. I know when you’re lying and you’re doing it now,” Blair said angrily.
“I’m not fucking lying. I wasn’t staring at his ass. Who are you going to believe, me or Brown?” Jim asked.
“So you heard them?”
“Of course I heard them. I was listening to you getting your coffee when you walked up to the break room door. When you stopped, I knew you were listening to something and I listened too. I wasn’t staring at Miller’s ass.”
“Jim, you’re a fucking liar,” Blair said and got out of the truck and started walking down the street.
Jim pulled up next to him and said, “Chief, get in.”
“I don’t ride with liars. If I don’t make you happy then tell me so. Don’t just string me along,” Blair shouted.
“Blair, please get in the truck and we’ll talk.”
Blair finally got into the truck and said, “So tell me why you were looking at his ass.”
“I was lying. This is my first fucking lie. God, I hate Brown sometimes. He’s such a fucking dickhead.”
“You’re not making me feel any better here, Jim.”
“Do you know Miller?” Jim asked.
“Yeah, I know who he is, why?”
“Tell me who he reminds you of,” Jim said.
“Who? I don’t know,” Blair answered.
“Who does he resemble? Who has the same style of hair? Who is the same height and build?” Jim asked.
“Who?” Blair was honestly confused.
“You, you idiot. I was watching his ass because I wondered what your ass would be like.” Jim said quietly.
“Jim, you can look at my ass any time you want, why would you look at his instead? I’m really confused here and I’m not feeling much better about this whole thing,” Blair admitted.
“I was thinking about you, about what we’re going to be doing eventually and I strayed down to his ass, thinking what it would be like.”
“What, what would be like?” Blair was still confused.
“Fucking you,” Jim whispered.
“You wondered what it would be like fucking me, so you watched another guy’s ass? You are still lying.”
“No, I swear to you, I’ve been thinking about fucking you lately and that’s all that’s on my mind while we sit in the bullpen. I swear. I wasn’t watching his ass, I was thinking of your ass,” Jim explained as best as he could.
“Jim, that makes no sense what-so-ever. I think you want more out of this relationship and maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you need to fuck me,” Blair said softly.
“I want to take things slow. I like the build-up that it’s causing and I promise I won’t be staring at your butt or anyone else’s butt from now on. I want to play this by ear. I don’t want to rush into fucking because I’m horny. So do you believe me?” Jim asked.
“Yes, I believe you, but don’t lie to me again,” Blair warned.
“I promise I won’t lie to you again. I’m sorry,” Jim declared.
“You’re forgiven, but you’re going to make up for it tonight, buddy boy,” Blair teased.
“More making out and groping? We’re getting really good at it aren’t we?” Jim asked happily.
“Yes, we are and I love every single minute of it. I love going slowly. I thought you were nuts when you brought it up, but I love it. I love how badly you want me and how badly I want you. This is going to be great when the time comes. We’ll take our time and not worry about a time limit,” Blair said.
“Thank you, Chief.”
“For what?” Blair asked.
“For believing in me. For listening to me when I said I wanted to go slow. It was mostly because I was afraid of fucking up our relationship, but I think we’re getting even stronger if that’s possible,” Jim stated.
Blair smiled at Jim and said, “So are we still on for tonight?”
“You better believe it,” Jim said with a matching smile.
“What about Brown and Rafe?” Blair asked.
“That’s for another day. We don’t want anyone to know about us yet. We aren’t even official yet. Let’s just let this die down and I’ll be a good boy from now on. You won’t be hearing anything from here on in,” Jim swore.
“Okay, I’ll let you handle it when the time comes. Let’s get to work, so we can get home for some fun,” Blair suggested.
“You don’t have to tell me more then once,” Jim answered and the men drove back to the station much happier then they were when they left. Things were still working out fine.