Dead Drop: The Aftermath
“We never did get that lunch,” Jim murmured into Blair’s hair later that night.
“And we missed dinner filling out all that paperwork,” Blair countered.
Earlier that day Blair and three others had survived being trapped in an elevator rigged to blow up with his usual quick on his feet thinking, while Jim found the man who had sabotaged the elevator. And Jim managed to arrest the guy without losing his gun.
Jim and Blair decided to celebrate in their own special way.
“I think I like this meal better,” Blair whispered while he nibbled on Jim’s abs before he worked his way down Jim’s rock hard body.
“Hey,” Jim said as he stopped Blair by gently grabbing a fistful of curls. Blair looked up, his deep blue eyes gazing hard at Jim.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just come up here first,” Jim begged.
“Sure,” Blair said, somewhat frustrated and more than a little concerned. “But I already missed one meal today, no one is going to keep me from this one,” he joked with a waggle of his dark eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t dream of keeping you away but I just want to say something first,” Jim said as Blair covered Jim with him own body. Jim hugged the younger man as close as he could.
“What’s wrong?”
“I almost lost you again today,” Jim managed to get out. Jim Ellison wasn’t known for sharing his feelings.
“But you didn’t,” Blair reassured his lover. “I’m here and we live to love another day.” Blair gave Jim a brilliant smile.
“But I came so close, too close to losing you. I don’t think...”
“Shhh,” Blair said as he stopped Jim with a kiss. “You and I have a greater purpose yet to be determined. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“You’re very sure of yourself,” Jim said as he twirled a lock of Blair’s curls with one finger.
“Very good, Detective. Your powers of observation serve you well,” Blair smirked.
“You forget, I’m a Sentinel; I’ve got an inside edge,” Jim said as he bucked his hips against Blair.
“Not yet you don’t and you won’t unless you stop talking.”
“This is a first. You’re always trying to get me to open up and share my feelings.”
“Yes, well, right now my lizard brain wants more action than talk. We can share your feelings later, after you fuck me into the mattress.”
“I see,” Jim said as he flipped them over and wedged himself between Blair’s thighs. “Just don’t ever die on me, okay?” Jim whispered as he slid himself into Blair’s heat.
“I promise,” Blair vowed as Jim made love to him.
Hours later and after many rounds of life affirming lovemaking, the boys worked up a fierce appetite that wouldn’t wait for breakfast. They decided to go to the nearest all night diner for a late dinner.
“Do you have a few quarters?” Blair asked Jim with the enthusiasm of a little kid. This particular diner was a throwback to the fifties, right down to the jukebox. Jim fished several quarters out if his pocket to give to Blair. Blair jumped up to go select a few songs then returned to his table to wait with Jim for their order.
“What songs did you pick?” Jim asked with trepidation. He and Blair differed greatly in their musical taste.
“Don’t worry, your sensitive ears will approve. But there are a few songs ahead of ours,” Blair cautioned.
When their food came they were just about to dive in when a certain song began to play. Jim and Blair stopped and stared at each other.
“Um, waitress!” Jim called out. “Can we have these to go, and hurry please.” The waitress hustled and within minutes the guys were out the door and sprinting toward home.
“When I dance they call me macarena; And the boys they say that Ím buena”
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