Touch of Forever by April H

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Title: Touch of Forever
Author: April H  knghtmar44@sbcglobal.net
Fandom: The Sentinel
Category: Drama, sexual content, series
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Moonridge Year: 2006
Who won the story: Terry Shrader
Series: 3rd in my 'Sentinel Senses' series
Warnings: m/m, nothing too extreme

Notes: I want to thank my two betas, Dark Cherry and Susan Field, both whom I count as good friends.  Their suggestions made this story so much better.  Any mistakes are mine as I always fiddle with a piece after having someone look through it.

Sequel: Yes, to Ricochet of Sounds (takes place one week later)

This is my Moonridge story for this year's auction.  It took longer than expected to finish as I had a computer basically blow up.  I want to publicly thanks Terry Shrader for her patience through all that. 

TOUCH OF FOREVER

by April H

 

 

A hint of annoyance sweeps across my nerves, like a ghost moving through the room.  Ever since the mall shooting, these phantom feelings have been happening with increased frequency, from happiness to excitement, to anger and back again.  I'm still not certain what I'm experiencing, but I'm pretty sure it's coming from Blair. 

 

At the thought of Blair, I instinctively do a quick scan over my guide.  I'm trying not to hover over him, as that definitely would piss him off.  In fact, I'm surprised he hasn't said anything aside from the nonverbal jabs I've received from him about my recent prowling.  I slow down to glance up the stairs to my bedroom before I continue my patrol through the room.  Besides, moving helps me to think, and boy do I have some things to think about.

 

I glance toward the balcony windows, noting the storm that has hung persistently over the city most of the afternoon is finally releasing its burden of water.  The heavy clouds force an early evening to descend - something Blair fights off with a quick click of the table lamp.

 

I straighten one of the chairs in the dining room, which causes another stab of annoyance to arc through my body.  I turn my thoughts back to this new awareness.  It's not that I wouldn't like to be more connected with my guide, but to have him in my head 24-7?  Admittedly it hasn't been as bad as I'd expected.  Over the last week, I've only felt something a few times, usually when we're in close proximity.  How, I haven't a clue, but I should talk to him about this new thing in my sentinel package of surprises. 

 

Or maybe not... Talking leads to tests - tests leads to headaches and I already have one of those.

 

Another buzz of irritation spikes across my awareness as I pass through the kitchen in what's my umpteen time pacing around the loft.  I grimace and rub at my forehead.

 

"Will you cut it out?"

 

I stop moving at these softly spoken words and gaze into the open living room. I know Blair hates when I hover, but I can't seem to help myself.  I can't make myself leave, to work off this excessive energy that's filling me.  It's as if I have a persistent itch spurring me to keep a portion of my awareness centered on my guide.  I know, intellectually the bullet crease on his arm isn't serious.  I know he feels little more than twinges of pain from the wound, even though it's only been a little over a week since our little dance with the perp and his M-16 in the quick mart.

 

At the thought of Blair injured, a red haze of anger floods me, driving my senses once more sky-high.  I peripherally notice Blair jerk slightly and his posture stiffens as he sits on the couch with blue books haphazardly stacked all around him.

 

The need to move, to protect forces me back to the living room where Blair is obviously trying to ignore me so he can finish grading this class' assignment. I do a quick scan of the area - no unusual noises in the building, or inside the loft.  I do a casual turn, dialing my sight up slightly to compensate for the deepening shadows filling the room away from the soft glow surrounding the couch.  Nothing.

 

"Jim..." I have to ignore the warning tone, I don't have a choice.  It's like I have another personality that's moving my body.  I've been lucky Blair's anger has such a long fuse, but it won't matter soon if I don't back off.

 

I move a couple steps closer to the couch and take a deeper breath.  Nothing to worry about unless I consider the slightly stronger tang that I've come to identify as Blair angry.  The antibiotic cream and small bandage I placed on the injured arm after his shower adds a unique flavor to his body scent. I float between smell and taste letting my senses soak up his aura.  Funny I've started using words better associated to the 60's, but it does sort of describe what I sense.

 

Wow. I almost take a step back at the blast of emotion that almost knocks me on my butt. Guess I should have taken the warnings and backed off.  I'm running on instinct here, whether I like it or not.

 

Blair has been tenacious in trying to get more details when I jack up the levels on my senses.  How can I talk about a vibration, or a scent that has no description?  It just is.  As I experience something outside the norm, I catalog it like my guide has instructed, remember it, and then move on.  Shading, texture & miniscule variations that quickly change as emotion mix with body chemistry make it impossible to assign a word that can explain the things I sense.

 

At least that was true until this last shoot-out.  I know something new is trying to open between us.  It scares me, yet is titillating to think we may be gaining more awareness between us.  When I consider what could be, it makes me burn.

 

A tingle of contact ghosts across my nerves, jarring me out of my thoughts.  I glance back to the couch and see Blair staring at me with an intense look.  The urge to fidget is ruthlessly squashed.  I watch a faint frown appear on his face, turning the deep blue of his eyes darker.  That thread between us vibrates with a low almost tonal quality.

 

"What are you doing?"  Blair continues to frown, his body utterly still down to the handful of papers he's gripping in his hand.  I can't tell by looking at him what's going through his mind.  Even the unwavering gaze that locks with mine isn't broadcasting what he's thinking.

 

"Nothing - really," I reassure him.  No need for him to know I'm running almost continuous scans to protect my guide.  I continue to hold his gaze, wondering how I'm going to distract him from the fact I've been prowling around the living room like my spirit guide on the hunt.

 

"You're checking me out again, aren't you?" he insists, dropping the papers onto the coffee table as he stands up. 

 

"Ahh, not this minute, no," I hedge.  The link becomes more active, hints of irritation and fondness trickle from Blair teasing me.  I straighten up to almost parade rest when sharp spikes of excitement burst over all the other feelings.

 

"What...?" I ask, curious what has Blair so enthused. Does he feel this link too?  Is he able to feel things from me? 

 

"What do you sense?"

 

I watch the deep blue eyes of my guide sparkle with emotion.  A slow, almost flirting smile is flashed at me as Blair eases around the couch to face me.  I feel the air swirl as he raises his right hand and extends it towards me, his forefinger leading the way.  My logic tells me the touch against my chest is so light as to be practically nonexistent, but the touch translates through my shirt like a poke in the solar plexus. I watch the deep blue of his irises contract as he lays his hand gently against my chest and fingers tease against the bare skin on my right wrist.

 

"What are you sensing?" He takes a step closer, forcing an automatic response from me to wrap my free arm around his waist.

 

His voice is gravel and sultry as he growls, "What are you feeling?"  He leans closer, slipping his fingers passed my shirt to touch bare skin on my chest as his other hand skims down my right wrist to finally grasp fingers in a gentle closed grip.  I flinch at the sharp spike of energy that rushes through me from the skin-to-skin contact we're sharing.  Emotion flows across the invisible stream, entwined like threads of colored silk carrying hints of feelings I had recently begun to hope Blair could feel for me.

 

"Do you feel me?"

 

I lean my head back slightly, letting my mouth open enough to draw a quick breath of air in to taste.  The rising aroma that's filling the living room is a heady concoction of tastes - body heat and oils from both of us, dinner and rising pheromones - something I never thought Blair would experience because of me! An audible growl of want vibrates from my chest at this sign of returned emotion.

 

"Do you want me, Jim?"

 

The voice has a cautious tone to it.  I suddenly realize I haven't given any response since Blair first approached me.  I lock my gaze onto my guide, pulling him against me.  "Yes, I want you."  Dropping my head to lean against his, I murmur, "You have no idea how much."

 

Each breath brings the scents of my guide into me.  They swirl around us, growing thick with sex, and heat, bringing the tangible feelings of home into my soul.  I tighten my hold into a full body hug when Blair's arms wrap round my waist.  He presses against my body from knees to chin, warming and exciting me.  Teasing strands of hair stroke and hover around my throat and neck as Blair leans his head on my chest.  However, I have to be sure this desire goes both ways.  I don't trust this incipient link.  I need to hear the words.

 

"What about you, Chief?" I take a quick breath through my nose, then lean back slightly.  Blair tightens his hold around my waist, as if he's afraid I'll move away. "What do you want?"

 

I feel a hand moving slowly up and down my back, the fingers stroking gently against the cotton shirt I'm wearing tonight.  The touch causes shivers to rush across my nerves.  I can feel the happiness within my guide against my throat as Blair smiles when he feels my reaction to his touch. 

 

"I want you.  I want this - to be able to touch and hold - for you to want me to do this and more." 

 

I try to grab hold of my touch dial with two mental hands as it surges at the image Blair's words provoke.  Sexual heat rises between us, as does body parts.

 

"I wasn't sure what you were feeling," Blair growls as he shifts against me.  One hand strokes long firm caresses across my back while the other hand wanders downward until he grabs a tight grip on my ass.  His action draws another, louder growl of excitement from me. 

 

"I was confused by the things I was feeling.  I wasn't sure where these emotions were coming from - only that they weren't mine."  He glances up at me through his hair.  "I didn't know if you'd return my feelings, though the more I felt through this..."  He briefly brought the hand stroking my back forward to wave a vague line between both of us before putting it back around my waist.  "...the more I began to think us being together like this might work." Blair hugged me in a tight grasp.

 

A deep rumble of want rushes up my diaphragm as I surge forward.  He squeaks in surprise when a quick clinch lifts Blair upwards until I can secure my grasp under his thighs.  The aroma of pheromones swell enticingly around us, his and my own mingle into a near narcotic cloud. Control of my sense of smell wavers momentarily as another tempting wave of scents threatens to send me through the roof. 

 

Blair's legs wrap tightly around my waist as I approach the couch, letting him settle onto the high back.  I can let my fingers wander now I have his weight supported without the worry of him falling.  He tightens his thigh muscles around my hips and joins me in a game of touch and see.

 

I move toward his head first, wanting to run my fingers through that thick hair.  I note the citrus scent of his conditioner and the way it mingles with his natural oils, making his hair soft.

 

A sigh of want escapes me as his fingers work the buttons on my shirt loose and slip inward to touch skin.  It's indescribable the feelings his fingers stir.  I feel his excited puffs of air against my chest as he leans toward me.  Fingers grow more daring and stroke up my ribs before wandering across my back. 

 

My fingers slide through the tresses, the strands wrapping around my hands and wrists as if they are alive.  I gently pull free and work my fingers back into his hair at the scalp, lightly massaging the back of his head before sliding back down the lengths of hair again.  I could zone on this exquisite feeling. 

 

"Don't zone.  Use your other senses to help balance you."  I feel a smile brush against my chest as he murmurs, "I'll kick your ass if you zone out on me now."

 

A bark of laughter escapes me at his comment, but I take his advice.  A sudden hitch of breath shows my surprise as lips and tongue join his exploration of my skin.  I thought I was the sentinel here.  I laugh again at my thought. 

 

I move back enough to get my fingers between us and begin to work at the buttons on his outer shirt.  Thankfully, the room is fairly warm, so I don't have to fight against more than two layers of clothing tonight.  I begin to pull his shirttail loose and feel the same happening to me.  Oh, boy... I'm nearly humming in delight as I work on getting the outer shirt off his shoulders and drop it on the couch cushions behind him.  I ghost my fingers across muscle encased in cotton, enjoying the tactile feeling of warmth and strength that is Blair. 

 

My fingers move across peaked nipples, drawing a hiss of breath from my guide.  I quickly skim his t-shirt up and off, letting it join the other shirt on the couch.  Blair arches his back in invitation to continue touching.  A stray thought surfaces through all the mental input I'm processing that Blair's being awfully quiet through this touching session. Almost in response to my thought, Blair practically groans his delight at my attentions.  The constant stream of lusty excitement weaves through my thoughts, reinforcing and encouraging our foreplay.

 

"Oh yeah, Jim.  Knew I'd love your touch, man." 

 

A quick kiss and lick across my pectoral muscle follows this statement causing me to take a sudden tight breath.  I feel a quick jerk on the back of my shirt and feel it pull completely free from my pants, falling loose and open.  The tantalizing feel of Blair's chest hair brushes against my skin as he leans up to push the cloth off my shoulders.  The scent of highly excited Blair and my own strong musk of arousal fill my nostrils, forcing a rumble of passion to be loudly exhaled from my lungs.

 

"Yeah, that's what I want to hear," Blair lightly laughs, delight and passion coloring his husky voice.  "Come on, Jim.  Give it to me."  Another lick crosses my chest, until it stops at my nipple.  Blair suddenly latches on like a newborn going after his first meal.

 

"Ahhh!  Shit, Blair!" My hands tighten briefly on Blair's arms in surprise before I thread my arms around his waist and hug him close.  The intense sensations calm slightly as he settles into a gentler rhythm letting the pleasure spike up through my head and down to my testicles.  "Ah damn that's good."  Warm vibrant skin moves under my fingers and a busy, inspired mouth works over my nipple.  I can feel myself becoming distracted by all the sensations flooding my mind.  I don't want to ignore his pleasure, but damn, this is heaven.  I can't help but soak up all the sensuality he's pouring out for me to absorb.  My head falls back and my eyes ease closed in ecstasy, feeling what can only be a crowning wave of love flooding down the strengthening mental link.

 

Whispers little more than breath against my skin speaks to me, telling me what I already know.

 

"Love you." Gossamer soft they sound against the beating of both of our hearts.  "Love you so much."  At that declaration, I let the final barrier down on my own emotions, letting them flow to Blair.  Love, lust, happiness pours out of me, flooding down that invisible, though tangible cord that is binding us together. 

 

I feel Blair's slight flinch and know we've definitely connected. Soon I can hardly focus as his touch covers as much of me as he can reach.  Nose, lips, ears, down to my nipples and around until those busy fingers slide under my belt to knead against my hips. All the while, the steady, barely audible buzz of Blair's voice caresses me.  The words don't really connect, just the tone, the warmth and love he's projecting to me as I surf through the strong physical sensations he's stirring within my body. 

 

I surface from the enjoyable mini-zone to feel my arousal jetting toward completion.  Oh, no... that's not happening!  I take a firm mental hand and gain control over my body.  Besides, it's important to me that Blair's enjoyment is assured.  I have little doubt once he's sated, my own will be too.

 

It's time to move elsewhere.

 

I pick him up abruptly, causing a loud gasp of surprise to escape from Blair and head toward the stairs.  I adjust my grip to more securely hold him under his butt, feeling his legs tighten around my hips and his arms squeeze tightly around my neck.  We're up the stairs and into my bedroom as quickly as I can move us.

 

"This is a great view," Blair sasses as he looks over my shoulder into the dimly lit living room.  I feel one of his arms brush against my back as a hand tries to move stealthily toward my ass.  I grin as I stop at the foot of the bed and drop him onto the bed.

 

"Hey, delicate personage here," he laughs as he bounces a few time before settling against the bed.  He braces his elbows on the bed, leaning back, and gives me a wicked come hither look.  I can feel the joy that's filling him.

 

I feel a sock-covered foot stroking up the inside of my pants leg.  When Blair realizes he can't reach up to my crotch, a teasing smirk appears and he begins to kneed the inside of my thigh with his toes.  I quickly grab hold of the wandering foot, massaging the instep as I hold it and gaze at the sight before me.

 

"You planning on joining me, or are you going to just stand there?"  His smile grows a bit wider as he teases me with words since I stopped his last tactile attempt.  I grin back at him and start to crawl onto the bed. 

 

"Whoa, let's save time - take 'em off, Jim.  I definitely want to see some skin," Blair ends his enticement with a giggle, whether from the snap seduction or just general happiness, I'm not sure.

 

A laugh breaks loose from me, blending with Blair's and I reach down to undo my belt and open my pants.  I shed the clothes and quickly toss them toward the dresser, then lean down and give an easy, quick jerk to his belt.  I have the belt undone and the pants off before Blair can draw breath, jerking him flat in the process.  By his next breath, I'm leaning over him, straddling his right leg and my hands bracing his head.

 

Arms reach up to pull me into our first kiss.

 

It's heaven - and hell.  The taste, scent, and feel of him are better than I ever imagined and almost impossible to leave.  It's painful to part from our first truly intimate contact.  I swoop in for another kiss, working to separate all the senses so I can better enjoy him.

 

The feel of his lips is so delicate, so soft, yet he aggressively pushes for more, thrusting his tongue outward to flick across my lips.  I think he's tasting me .  I want more so I open to his kiss and meet his tongue with my own.  Brief hints of our dinner are the first teasing taste, swiftly smothered by Blair's own unique flavor.  I float on categorizing the taste of him, knowing I'll never be able to adequately describe what I sense. Kiss flows into more kisses. Breath for breath, we taste and feel each other until the urge to move on forces us apart.

 

I drop my lower body just enough to brush against his groin and stomach.  The hairs on his body stroke and tease like individual feathers of delight.  I can feel his penis rising to meet me as I lightly stroke against him.  I look into his eyes on my next stroke and smile at the blare of desire I see flashing through the dark blue.  I'm absorbing the continual waves of want and lust he's throwing down the link to me, hoarding all the layers of love that are mixed through his emotions as I return everything I feel to him.

 

"Come on, come on already," he whispers harshly as he grabs my shoulders to pull me closer.  I resist for one more pass, enjoying the sweep of hair and skin against my groin, then drop down to my elbows, settling between his spread legs.

 

"You're so beautiful," I murmur as I kiss his forehead, then move down his face, each kiss growing more intense until we lock into a hard, driving kiss as much biting as tasting each other.  Breaking loose to breathe, I move further down to taste under his chin, kissing round to the side of his neck.  I nip the skin under his ear and feel him jerk in surprise.  I whisper my desire for him in-between licks and nips until I reach the point his neck meets his shoulder.  The urge to mark has been growing, so I take a bigger mouthful of skin and bite down harder than before, worrying the skin with my tongue and teeth to make sure my mark will stay.

 

"Hey, I'm not an after dinner snack you know."  He smacks my hip sharply to accent his statement, though I hear the humor in his voice.  Hmmm, maybe he needs to mark too?

 

I let go of his neck and project the love that's filling me down the link between us. The feelings are so strong, but I can't say them, at least not yet. Hopefully the feelings I'm conveying to him will be enough for now.  I glance briefly at the visible mark then swoop back onto his mouth for another hungry kiss.  I feel his hands glide through my hair before they resume caressing my skin and his body starts to undulate under me.

 

"Love you, big guy," Blair mumbles as I smother him with kisses.

 

I rise up enough to look him in the face and drink in his expression.  He raises a hand to trace across my brow and down my cheek.  I copy the move, then realize I feel the need to do this more thoroughly, so I raise up until I'm crouching over his hips and start running my fingertips from the edge of his forehead slowly downward.

 

Blair stops all motion and stares intently at me.  I can practically feel him thinking as I ghost over his features, noting every crease, wrinkle, laugh line, and imperfection on his skin.  I make note when Blair returns to stroking my arms and shoulders, but only as background stimuli.  I'm totally focused almost to a zone on what I'm doing.  It's like someone else has suddenly taken possession of my body, determined to imprint the body of my guide through my senses.

 

I hear a hitch of breath when my lips join in the mapping of his body.  I wrap the impressions together to sketch an accurate picture of my guide to store in my mind.

 

My hands run down his arm, noting as I pass the small injury on his upper arm that Blair doesn't flinch, either physically or mentally from the pressure of my touch.  I continue down to stroke each finger separately, admiring the strength I perceive in his gentle hands.  Kissing the palm and laving a wide, wet stripe across the underside of his wrist, I kneed and stroke up the underside of his arm and across his shoulders to the other arm.  A repeat of my actions there and back across to his chest.  I stroke with gentle pressure around his neck, over my mark, and back to his chest.  I settle down on my left side, leaning against him with my right leg thrown across his thighs.

 

He wiggles a bit as I maneuver over his chest, laving his tits until they stand up proudly

 

"Oh, God," Blair whispers breathlessly.  "Come on, come on, more, more, Jim.  More!"

 

A surge of lust flows down the connection between us, mixing with the rest of my sensual impressions.  I can't stop now, not even to deal with our growing sexual demands.  He's just going to have to hang on until I'm finished.

 

I lean back slightly so I can chart his side from armpit to lower hip.  I find two tickle spots that draw a squeak of reaction from him as they're crossed.  I sit back onto my heels and urge him over onto his stomach.  He positions his penis carefully then settles down, resting his head on his crossed arms to face me.  I feel love and lust, with equal measures of curiosity and contained sexual frustration aimed down the bond at me.  I give him a smile, then settle in to continue going over him.

 

Shoulders, back and his other side are touched and tasted, each inch of skin is gently gone over with my tongue and fingertips.  The mental picture of my guide is filling out in my head, satisfying an unexplainable drive inside of me. 

 

I cross more tickle spots and a couple that light Blair up like a Christmas tree.  I categorize each one for later use and work down over his hips to his buttocks.  He spreads his legs wider, so I straddle his right leg again and return to my pleasurable search.  The smooth skin here is a siren song, but the inner drive is stronger as I kiss and stroke across each cheek.  I pull them apart and inhale the strong scent of Blair as I lap at the skin from the bottom of his balls to the top of his crease.

 

"Oh, oh man!  Jim! You're going to make me explode if you don't finish soon!"

 

Every muscle in Blair's body is tight, quivering in intensity.  I glance up and see he's grabbed both hands deeply into the blankets and sheets, his back bowing in shocked pleasure.  I would love to see his face as I do this - maybe something can be worked out later concerning that thought.  I kiss his opening leaving some of my spit behind, then stroke gently over and around his anus with my finger.  Muffled mewing sounds are escaping from the blankets as I continue downward across his scrotum and perineum. 

 

I ease Blair's legs further apart and kneel between them. I scrape my fingertips lightly down first the left then the right thigh, noting every scar and hair from the inner thigh to the outer.  Leaning down, I go over each leg, letting my senses tie all the information I'm gathering together.  When I'm through, I'll be able to tell if my guide is sick, hurt, run down, or any other problem that might occur from daily living.

 

I stroke over each toe on his right foot, then start to stroke down the instep.

 

"Hey!  Cut it out, hahaha, that, hahaha, tickles!"

 

Blair is breathless as I grab his ankle and lick up the bottom of his foot, then calmly stroke it with my fingers.  I control his involuntary leg jerks and smile at the cackling laughs that spill from him as I cover his foot with my touch.  He rolls on his left side, but can't coordinate his movements because he's laughing too hard. 

 

Blair takes a large breath when I put his right foot down and mumbles, "Thank God..." then tenses up when I pick up his left.  "No, Jim, that's enough."

 

He awkwardly twists with his left foot in my hands, resting on his left side, his hands reaching toward me to probably grab hold of enough of me to pull me away from his feet.  I return to my mapping, starting with the toes and working up his foot.

 

"Jim, Jim, cut, haha, it out, whaahahahah whahahah!"

 

Blair squirms off his left side onto his right.  He doesn't realize it, but that only helps me to continue.  I sink back into the senses, enjoying what nature has given me totally for the first time.

 

"Oh, man.  I hope you're going to get back with the program soon?" Blair asks somewhat plaintively.

 

I ease Blair onto his back and work up the front of his legs, noting the strength of his muscles, feeling each hair as I pass gently over his knees and thighs.  I kneed the tight muscles in his thighs, widening the stance to once again prop myself between his legs.  This time, however, I have another goal in mind. 

 

Blair's penis is about half engorged as it lies against his pelvis.  I see it twitch as he leans on his elbows to watch me settle into a comfortable position on my stomach.  I brace one elbow on the bed and use Blair's legs as support as I stroke my hands across his lower belly and through the thick hair surrounding his genitals.  A sharper tang rises from his skin surrounding my upper body with the scent of Blair.  I bury my nose in the hair and take a deep breath.  The scent is almost like a blow because of its strength, but a very welcome one.  I hear Blair's breathing speed up slightly and smile.  I'm glad he's enjoying what I'm doing. 

 

I take hold of his firming penis and stroke up the shaft once.  The groan of pleasure is loud from Blair and I glance up through my lashes to see him as I begin a slow stroke on his shaft.  His face is lit up with happiness and anticipation.  The deep blue of his eyes slides slightly out of focus as he sinks into the effects of my touch.  I smile as I watch his mouth open slightly and hear the little puffs of air he exhales on each upstroke I take on his penis.  I note his accelerated heart rate in passing as I bend over Blair's groin to apply myself to mapping him.

 

The smell that fills me is a marvelous mix of flavors.  Blair's base scent, the natural soap he uses, though supposedly scentless, offers an unusual tang.  Excitement and his growing arousal add punch to an already heady bouquet.  It all means Blair to me, filling an important square in this drive that consumes me to do this to my guide.

 

I drop my head to grab a taste, licking the latest clear drop of fluid that's leaking from Blair.  Hmm, I didn't have any unusual expectations, but find myself going down on him more vigorously wanting more of that taste.  I flatten my tongue slightly and squeeze a little harder around his organ.  Another burst of flavor fills my mouth to reward me for my action.  Low breathy moans and little involuntary twitches signal Blair's opinion of my actions.  I glance up through my lashes to see what expression shows on his face.  The glimpse of hedonistic delight before he sags flat to the bed fills me with pleasure and a little thrill of power.  To think I'm causing this result to Blair.  A laugh of happiness rumbles quietly through me.

 

Blair moans, loudly this time, at the vibration.  Hmm...  I change my stroke, moving my hand over the lower part of his shaft in rhythm with my mouth working over the head.  I settle more firmly across his hips when he tries to arch up to meet me.  I'm not ready to try and take him fully on.  Blair's a bit of a big boy, bigger than I've ever dealt with before, not that I've had that many male lovers in my past.

 

"Ahh, God.  Yeah, Jim...  Keep doing that.  That's," Blair stutters to a halt and takes a deep breath when I change the rhythm on his penis, sucking him tightly as I work my tongue against the soft skin.  

 

The pounding of his heart, the taste of Blair, his skin, the pre-ejaculate, the feel of his body under my hands, and the sight of him sprawled under me fills me as I firmly imprint him into my mind.  Throw in the mental flavor of him and I'm approaching the finale of my mapping.  Blair's vibrating so tightly with pleasure it's going to move into pain if I don't let him loose.  I apply strong suction as I quickly stroke down, then I taste what I've been seeking.  I savor the flood that fills my mouth, swallowing the pulses as they coat my mouth.  I feel as if something precious has clicked into place as Blair relaxes into a melting pool of muscles, sated and safe.

 

His penis slips free of my mouth, to settle against his groin.  I lick the area clean, adding the taste of salty sweat to my sensual map of Blair.

 

"Jim."  His voice is soft, and gentle, calling to my heart.  I look up his body to see his eyes gazing down at me.  The expression is so open and happy, it brings a soft smile out into the open for him to see in return.

 

"Jim, come up here." 

 

He holds his hand out to me, waiting patiently.  I surge up to move in for another kiss, settling onto my left side against him as we wrap ourselves around each other. 

 

Breaking the kiss, Blair whispers against my lips, "That was the best, Jim."  A teasing look fills his face as we pull back from the kisses.  "Let me return the favor, kay?

 

I smile back at him.  "Next time, Blair."  I nod toward my own lower body then lean toward his lips again.  "I'm perfectly happy right now."

 

"What?" A small crease forms between his eyes as he works on what I'm trying to tell him.  I watch him glance at my relaxed form, then glance toward my own groin.  His eyes widen slightly when he sees the evidence that I obviously enjoyed what I did to him.  He turns his gaze back to my face, as he reaches a hand down to stroke lightly through the mess covering my lower stomach and groin.  He smiles brightly at me, then brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them.

 

"Like that, do you?" I ask with a laugh in my voice.

 

"Hmmm," Blair drawls back before his fingers pop out of his mouth. 

 

Blair kisses me, giving me a sample of myself, mixed with his own taste, drawing a happy groan out of me.  He leans back and says, straight faced, "When can we do it again?"

 

I collapse onto my back, laughing.  That's my guide.  And you know something - I wouldn't trade him for anything.

 

The End

 

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