Jim was having many drinks after work with Simon when Simon said, “I’ve heard rumors about you and Sandburg.”
“And?” Jim asked.
“So they’re true? I can’t believe it. Jim, what are you thinking?” Simon sounded somewhat disgusted.
“Hey if you don’t like it, you can always leave the fucking bar,” Jim barked.
Simon whispered, “Jim you’re going to get us both thrown out of here if you keep shouting. Now when did this start and how did it start?” Simon looked over at the man sitting across from him and couldn’t believe what he had just confirmed.
“It started like other people start, Simon. We’re no different then other people, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to you,” Jim said quieter this time.
“Did Sandburg talk you into it or something? I just can’t believe that Jim Ellison would ever take it up the ass,” Simon spat out.
“Fuck you, Simon. Get away from my table. I don’t need this shit. I can’t drive home because I’ve had too much to drink, so you leave. I thought you were my friend,” Jim said.
The waiter came up and said, “You boys have had quite enough. Do I need to call a cab for either of you?”
Jim said, “You can call one for me. I’m leaving this prick behind.”
“Don’t you call me a prick, Ellison. You’re the one that decided to start sleeping with men for the first time,” Simon stated.
“A lot you know, Banks. I’ve been sleeping with men since college. You just didn’t know about it because it was none of your fucking business. You were my best friend for years and now you’re telling me I’m not because I sleep with men? Well fuck you,” Jim shouted as he stood up to leave.
The waiter came over and said, “Sir, your cab is outside waiting for you.”
Jim smiled at the waiter and said, “Thank you very much.” Then he handed him a twenty for his trouble and left the bar. He didn’t care where Simon went. He was so pissed off, he couldn’t see straight which worked out well since he wasn’t straight any longer.
Jim got into the cab and told him his address. The ride home was uneventful and Jim stumbled up the stairs at 1:00 in the morning.
Blair was standing in the living room with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an explanation.
“Hi babe,” Jim slurred.
“Jim, tell me you didn’t drive home like this,” Blair pleaded.
“I didn’t drive home like this,” Jim teased.
“Why are you so drunk?” Blair asked.
Simon and I stopped for some beers, but we started doing shots, and come to find out, he just wanted to ask me if we were fucking each other. He wasn’t taking me out because we were friends at all. He was embarrassed. He tried to blame it all on you and I told him off. I almost got thrown out of the bar for being so obnoxious. They won’t like seeing me there again.”
“Jim, calm down. I’m sure that when Simon get used to the idea, he’ll come around. Don’t be so hard on him. He just found out his best friend is sleeping with a man. This is not an easy thing to realize. Have some patience with him, you hear?”
Jim smiled at Blair and said, “You’re always so damned nice. Everyone loves you. Well except for Simon. He doesn’t love us any more.”
“Jim, he still loves you, he just needs to get used to the idea. Now I want you to settle down and go get cleaned up for bed.”
“Can I fuck you tonight?” Jim asked.
“I think we should sleep tonight and think about fucking in the morning. You’ve had way too many shots and I’m not feeling it right now,” Blair answered.
“You don’t love me anymore?” Jim whined.
“Jim, if you have to ask that, you’ve had way too many beers and shots. Now we’ll talk about fucking in the morning.”
Jim walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed and came walking out completely naked and hard. Blair took one look at him and said, “Then again, what do I know. Let’s go fuck each other senseless.”
“All right,” Jim said as he swooped down for a wild kiss before they walked up the stairs.
“Jim, how many shots did you have?” Blair asked.
“I had four beers and something like six shots, I think. I’m not sure. I lost count,” Jim replied.
“Lie down on the bed, big boy and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up,” Blair kidded.
Jim burst out laughing and couldn’t seem to stop. Then he got really quiet and rolled over on his side.
Blair knew that Jim was thinking about his fight with Simon and just let him think on it alone for awhile. Finally after about ten minutes, Blair sat on the edge of the bed and said, “I think we should sleep in each others arms tonight.”
Jim rolled over and said, “I couldn’t agree with you more. I just want to hold you tonight, Chief. I’m sorry I’m so drunk.”
“Everyone has a first drunk in the relationship,” Blair said.
“I wish we could be drunk together,” Jim said.
Blair laughed and said, “Oh yeah that would be good. Then neither of us could think. Come here and let me hold you, Jim. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
There was a knock at the door and Jim said, “Ignore it, it’s Simon. Fuck him.”
Blair got his sleep pants on and went down to answer the door. When he opened it, he saw a very drunk Simon standing there.
“Can I come in or you going to make me stand out here all night?” Simon bellowed.
Blair said, “Come on in, we don’t need to wake up all of the neighbors.”
“Fuck the neighbors. They should be sleeping anyhow,” Simon shouted.
Blair pulled him in the door and shut it quickly before Simon said something else out in the hallway.
“Where’s Jim?” Simon asked.
“He’s upstairs trying to sleep. He got pretty drunk tonight and I think we should wait until tomorrow to have this discussion,” Blair suggested.
“It’s none of your fucking business, Sandburg. You’re the one that started all of this shit. Jim was fine until you came along,” Simon spat out.
Jim came walking down the stairs in the nude and he was pissed. He went right for Simon and started poking his finger into Simon’s chest as he said, “Don’t you ever yell at him again. He didn’t do anything. It was my idea, you prick. Why couldn’t you just be happy for us?”
Blair went upstairs to get Jim’s sleep pants so he could at least have something on.
“See, look what you did. Now Blair is upset,” Jim said.
Simon watched Blair grab some things for Jim and he said, “A lot you know. He’s up there getting you something to wear. You’re naked, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Who cares?” Jim wondered.
“I do. I really don’t want to see my friends naked,” Simon growled.
Blair brought the sleep pants over to Jim and helped him get them on. Jim was so drunk he almost fell over twice. Blair was exhausted and hated having to deal with either of them.
“I’m going to bed,” Blair stated, “I’ll see you in the morning, Jim.”
“Are you pissed off at Simon? Is that why you’re going upstairs?” Jim questioned.
“I’m pissed at both of you. You’re both too drunk to have a conversation with, so we’ll try again tomorrow. See you at the station house, Simon.”
“Yeah, we’ll see you tomorrow,” Simon said.
“It is tomorrow, Simon. It’s 2:00 a.m. and I don’t know about you, but I think Jim needs to sleep some of this drunk off. Why don’t you stay on the sofa tonight or in my old room? Blair suggested.
“Why are you being so nice to him?” Jim asked.
“Tomorrow he’ll be better. You’re both drunk and not making any sense. So come on Simon, let’s get you to bed in the office,” Blair said as he pushed Simon towards the office.
Jim stormed up the stairs and started ranting.
“What’s he ranting about?” Simon asked.
“He’s wondering why I’m being nice to you since you’re such a prick. Both of you need to sleep before I put you to sleep.” Blair shoved Simon down on the futon and walked out of the room.
“Goodnight, Sandburg,” Simon said softly.
Blair walked up the stairs and found Jim trying to get his leg out of his sleep pants and burst out laughing.
“Why are you laughing at me?”
“I can’t believe you got this drunk and can’t take care of yourself. Let me help you figure out how to get your pants off,” Blair said as he helped Jim do just that.
Blair shoved Jim into bed and then slid in beside him. “The next time you get drunk, we’re doing it together so you don’t drive me so nuts.”
“Deal. I love you, Blair.”
“I love you, Jim. Things will look better tomorrow.”
“I sure hope so,” Jim said and then quickly fell asleep.
In the morning, Blair started making breakfast at 7:00 and Simon walked out and said, “Holy shit, how much did I drink last night?”
“Too much, Simon. Now jump in the shower and you can have breakfast before you leave,” Blair said.
“I’m sorry for everything I said last night. I was just shocked and couldn’t believe either of you were gay. I had no idea,” Simon said.
“So you’re going to remain friends with Jim?” Blair asked.
Simon smiled at Blair and said, “I hope to remain friends with both of you, if you’ll have me.”
“Of course we’ll have you. Jim is going to be so relieved when he gets up. Now jump in the shower and I’ll get your food ready,” Blair ordered.
Simon smiled again and said, “Thank you, Blair. You’re a good man. I’m glad Jim found someone first-class to spend his life with.” Simon then walked into the bathroom and started his shower.
Jim came walking down the stairs and said, “I really need to put in a second bathroom upstairs.”
“Good morning to you, too,” Blair teased.
“I heard what Simon said. You were right as always,” Jim admitted.
“I’m glad that things will be all right. Sit down and I’ll get you your food and coffee,” Blair ordered.
“I love you, Blair.”
Blair gave Jim the cutest look and answered, “And I love you.”
Both men knew that Simon was over whatever he was going through. Things were going to be just fine once again.
Blair was never letting the two of them go drinking again, ever.