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Rated ADULT
Written for Moonridge Auction
"God, Jim, I can't even tell you how scared I was," Blair said, his voice a whisper.
"It was just one more undercover case," Jim soothed him, large hands running down Blair's sides as though Jim were trying to calm a skittish animal. Blair snorted; he wasn't the one who had been treated like an animal.
"Oh man, you so know it wasn't. You were behind bars."
"Having dirty fantasies, Chief?" Jim joked, and Blair just about exploded up off the bed.
"No fucking way. No way. My god, the way they treated you." Blair could feel himself starting to slide over into a full panic. Going undercover as a prisoner was one thing, but they put Jim in a cage and expected him to fight like a pit bull struggling to survive a death match.
"Come on, Chief, come back to bed," Jim said as he got up and reached for Blair's hand. Blair wanted to explode into motion: he wanted to hit something or scream at someone or just fly into pieces. His relationship with Jim was too new and the fear of losing him was too raw.
"They should all be shoved into a cage and told only one of them will get out alive," Blair snapped, his body still tight with adrenaline.
"Explain to me why I'm the one with a reputation for being aggressive," Jim said dryly as he pulled Blair back to the bed.
"Because I'm short and they all think I'm some kind of flake," Blair answered.
Jim chuckled as he knee-walked backwards onto the bed and pulled Blair with him. "You're an aggressive little flake," Jim said, and Blair glared at him, but he couldn't maintain the anger... not at Jim. He reached up and ran his fingers over Jim's collarbone, his fingers following the hollow of Jim's neck.
"They wanted you dead."
"A lot of people do," Jim pointed out as he caught Blair's hand in his. "I'm still kicking."
Blair lost words as he tried to prove to himself that Jim was still there and safe and his. He brought his other hand up and traced the muscle of Jim's arm, feeling the curves and the way the muscles tensed under his hand.
"Blair," Jim sighed, but Blair crawled up onto the bed and pressed his body against Jim, warm skin pressing against warm skin as he reached up to kiss Jim silent. Blair teased Jim's mouth, his tongue questing against the sensitive lips until Jim's large hands drifted up to Blair's hips and then reached around to jerk Blair close, crushing their erections between them.
Blair grunted and writhed against Jim as the hunger overwhelmed him. This wasn't about tenderness or a careful teasing of Jim's senses. This was raw need. This was fear and desperation. Blair's hands scrambled over Jim's shoulders, pulling him closer even thought they were already crushed together.
Slowly, Jim toppled backwards onto the bed, Blair still holding close so that he was pulled down on top. Gasping, Blair broke the kiss and arched his back, grinding down onto Jim so hard that it was almost painful. For a second, Blair couldn't hear the soft noises Jim was making, the gentle sounds of Jim hushing him, the tender touch of fingers brushing over his back.
Burying his face in Jim's neck, Blair slowed down, spreading his knees so he could set a smoother pace as he rubbed his groin against Jim's. Now Jim groaned and his hands landed at Blair's hips, urging him into that slow, smooth rhythm that reduced the world to their two bodies, sweating and hot and slick as they labored in a measured dance with Jim's hips thrusting up to meet Blair's drive downward.
Blair's whole body trembled as he struggled against the need to speed up, but he paced himself against Jim's body, bringing his breathing into sync as hot desire rose and rose until it pushed all thought—all other needs—out of Blair's brain. For one brilliant second, Blair's mind fell blissfully silent, and then his body spasmed and he cried out as his orgasm spilled between them. As usual, Jim was only a second behind him, arms tightening around him and pulling him close.
Blair collapsed and lay on Jim, rising and falling with Jim's chest and too utterly spent to even slide off to the side so that Jim could breathe more easily.
"I was so afraid," Blair whispered, and now he could feel hot tears escape as the anger vanished under the raw fear that he would lose this... that he would lose Jim. Large hands stroked his curls.
"I love you, too, Chief," Jim said quietly.
"Man, you know I love you, but before you risk yourself like that again, just remember that I need you," Blair begged. Jim's hands stilled on his hair and then Blair was hugged tightly. They didn't say anything more as Blair eventually slid down to lay next to Jim, his arm still across Jim's chest as he slowly fell asleep. His lover was home.