The Observer 6
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lit_galThe Observer (6/17)
Sequel to "The Witness"
beta'ed by Beta'ed by Kitty_poker1 and Slashpuppy and Janedavitt
ADULT/SLASH
Warnings: Puppy play, dom/sub, bondage
Sequel to "The Witness"
beta'ed by Beta'ed by Kitty_poker1 and Slashpuppy and Janedavitt
ADULT/SLASH
Warnings: Puppy play, dom/sub, bondage
CHAPTER SIX
***
Jim opened the door to the loft and dropped his keys into the basket. "Let me put my military records back upstairs," Jim said to Blair before he headed up the stairs. By the time he came back down, Blair was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch.
"Hey, I know you're still all pissed over the whole scene at the post office, but I need to talk about limits here," Blair said quickly before Jim could say anything. "And before you even start in on me, yes, I do have limits. Yeah, I crossed some line in that head of yours, but I am not into the discipline scene. That is totally not a turn-on for me, so don't think I'm just going to bend over and take it like a man, because a man does not bend over and take it. Well, men bend over and take it all the time, and in terms of sex, I'm happy to bend over and take it, more than happy, and lots of men bend over and take a spanking, but not this man. Except for when you do the sexy spankings, but you know full well there's a difference between fun spanking and discipline."
Jim waited through the babble, his earlier aggravation quickly turning to amusement as Blair verbally flailed.
"You done?" Jim asked.
"I don't know. Am I helping or hurting my case here because I really don't want to ruin this relationship."
"You done now?"
"You're enjoying this," Blair accused him.
"I always enjoy torturing you," Jim nodded, "but watching you torture yourself is a new experience."
"Har, har. Look, if this is the big breakup speech, you really suck at it."
Jim blinked, completely caught off guard as the conversation darted left. "Blair, this is not the breakup speech. If it makes you feel better, I could chain you to the railing to prove it." Jim could imagine Blair's cock hardening under that threat, so Blair's moan wasn't a surprise.
"Man, you're giving me emotional whiplash here."
"Okay, let's lay things out in a straight line," Jim said. "One, we are not breaking up. Two, other cops will learn to deal with you. You do not change just because they're arrogant assholes. You haven't in the past, and you won't because of me."
"But..."
"No," Jim said tersely. "I saw how you reacted at the Espinoza scene, so if you're acting like pod-Sandburg, it's because you're trying to cover for me, and I am big enough to handle my own shit."
"Hey, your shit, fine. But you shouldn't have to take shit because of me."
"So, if someone calls me gay, it's all your fault?" Jim asked, confused.
"Okay, Jim, I am awed by your learning curve, but that first time, that was really your first time, wasn't it? I mean, I know my ass is awe-inspiring, but you almost killed me with how much time you took prepping me. I came twice before you actually got in me, and while I am not complaining at all, and that night will always rank right up there with Susan Carmelli letting me touch her breasts for the first time and Frank teaching me the joys of leather, you were not gay before we got together, so if you're getting shit on this front, it is so my fault."
Jim sighed. He couldn't win with words, that was for sure. The kid had him outgunned on that front, and his time in the military had taught him to choose his terrain before engaging.
"Strip," he said as he headed toward the bathroom.
"Hey, did you hear what I said about not being into discipline?" Blair called after him.
"I heard you, Blair. Now don't make me repeat myself," Jim called back before he shut the bathroom door and bought himself a few minutes of privacy to gather his thoughts. Shit, the kid could carry the guilt of ten men, but Jim wasn't about to let him keep carrying that weight. He just needed to shift the debate a little, find a way to really reach Sandburg, who clearly had stopped listening a few exits back.
And the worst thing was that Blair wasn't totally in the wrong. The days of taking a cop out back and beating the gay out of him were gone, but reactions like Simon's, or, even worse, like the asshole on night shift that talked shit about Blair whenever the man walked in the room.... yeah, they weren't uncommon. This wasn't Pollyanna world. Jim sighed as he washed his face and gathered his thoughts.
Jim gave Blair enough time to hesitate, strip, and then worry a bit before he came back out. Sure enough, Blair stood in the middle of the dim living room, his arms crossed awkwardly over his chest as he stood there naked.
"Have I told you lately how much I love the way you follow orders?" Jim said as he closed the distance. Blair was already half hard.
"I think we were working on the way you didn't love the way I didn't," Blair said. Then he bit his lip. Jim could almost taste Blair's need to repeat the limits speech.
"Trust me, Chief," Jim whispered.
Blair froze, his blue eyes focusing on Jim for a half second before he spoke. "Always," he said softly.
Jim went to the toy chest and pulled out a set of padded cuffs with a long center chain. Behind him, Blair breathed harder. Jim climbed halfway up the stairs and draped the cuffs around the stair-railing. Wordlessly, Blair held his hands up, and Jim reached down through the bars to lock the cuffs in place. Only once he had the restraints in place did Jim pull up on the center chain, shortening it until Blair had to stretch and then using a padlock to keep the chain short.
Jim came back downstairs, and Blair was breathing hard, his cock full and needy as he flexed his arms.
"Much better," Jim said.
"Oh man, fuck," Blair breathed, his words stolen by the chains, just like Jim knew they would be.
"So beautiful," Jim said as he considered the sight. He returned to the toy chest and pulled out a large vibrator. He kept his back to Blair as he lubed it up. "Turn around, Chief." Jim listened as Blair shuffled around to face the stairs. "Legs apart."
Jim turned and Blair was facing the stairs, his shoulders corded and his legs spread so far that he stood on his toes. "So very beautiful," Jim murmured.
"This isn't actually solving anything, and as punishment goes, it's not really your best effort. I mean, if this is how you punish me, I'm not really likely to change. In operant conditioning, the punishment should actually be something that the subject..." Blair's words ended with a gasp when Jim pressed the toy to his entrance, slowly pushing as the tip of the toy opened him. "Fuck, yeah."
"It's not punishment, Blair. If I were punishing you, I wouldn't touch you for a week. I'd chain you up and bring myself off as you watched, hard and aching. I'd buy you one of those chastity devices, and lock up that cock of yours until you learned your lesson."
Blair groaned, his head falling back and resting against Jim's shoulder. Interesting. Well, that obviously wouldn't be very good as punishment either. Blair was so hard now that he danced on his toes, trembling as Jim pushed the vibrator in until it slipped into place, the thick bulb buried in Blair's body.
Jim stepped away and considered the sight. "I think that backside of yours needs warming," Jim said softly. He ran a finger up Blair's spine and tangled his fingers in the long hair. Blair made a happy little grunt, so Jim took that as permission.
Going back to the toy chest, Jim pulled out a flogger, running the soft leather tails over his hand before he returned to Blair.
"Such a beautiful body. You'll be even more beautiful with a little color in those cheeks." Jim ran the flogger over Blair's hip and then he slipped his hand around Blair and feathered the flogger over Blair's cock and then up his stomach to his hard nipples. Blair panted.
Backing away, Jim flipped the remote for the vibrator now buried in Blair. Blair squealed and jerked on the chain, and Jim brought the flogger down against his skin before he could catch his breath. Blair rocked forward, gasping.
"Fuck, yeah," he mewled. Jim brought the flogger down a little harder, watching lines of rosy skin pinken under his touch. With a groan, Blair rocked forward with the force of the blow and then pressed back, thrusting his hips helplessly in the air. Jim brought the flogger down twice, matching marks on the right and left hips.
Blair jerked, dancing on his toes and nearly lifting his own body as he fisted the chains that held him in place. Jim draped the flogger over his own shoulder and stepped close, pulling Blair's squirming body to his own.
"Lovely," Jim muttered as he nibbled on Blair's neck. Blair flopped his head to the side, but he couldn't control the squirming, so Jim just held him tighter.
"Man, come on. Just a little more, fuck, please."
Jim reached around and traced the hard cock that bobbed needily in the air.
"Maybe I don't want you to come yet. Maybe I like hearing those noises you make when you're desperate," Jim whispered into Blair's skin as he tasted up the side of Blair's neck and then ran teeth over the sensitive skin. Blair trembled. Feeling the orgasm building, Jim reached in his pocket and turned off the vibrator.
"Fuck. If this is punishment, I'll never do it again. I promise to be annoying. Fuck, I'll be outright obnoxious to every cop I meet. Please, just come on, finish me," Blair begged.
"I like hearing you beg," Jim admitted as he stepped back. With a single movement, he pulled the flogger from his shoulder and swung it in lazy arcs. Right-left. Left-right. He crisscrossed the strokes so that they fell across Blair's back in a lattice pattern of pink flesh against white.
"So very beautiful, and so very mine. If you ever want to leave, you'll have to move out, not give me your address, because I will never willingly give this up. I would follow you and promise you anything to keep this beautiful body under me." Jim admitted his weakness in a whisper that made Blair tremble. Then he brought the flogger down on the warm skin just a little harder.
Blair lost all words now as he groaned and mewled with each hit, rocking with the motion of the flogger. Switching arms without breaking the pattern, Jim reached in his pocket for the vibrator controls, and he thumbed it to high. Blair made a keening sound and broke the rhythm of the flogger as he nearly pulled himself off the ground by the chains.
Jim paused, letting his hand rest on Blair's warm back, and the man just sagged, a half sob escaping when Jim trailed fingers down to the round of his ass. Blair's head hung down, his hair a curtain hiding his face, and Jim pressed himself to Blair's back. Immediately, Blair's head came up and flopped back to rest on Jim's shoulder.
Jim tossed the flogger to the couch and let his hands skim Blair's body: chest, stomach, hips, nipples. He ghosted his fingers over every part but the one demanding attention, but Blair only closed his eyes and trembled and waited with his mouth open and gasping.
Jim reached up and ran a thumb over Blair's lower lip, and blue eyes lazily blinked at him. Oh yeah, Blair was in that place where his body was Jim's, pliant and warm and totally submissive.
"I love torturing you until you bliss out. I love seeing your cock fill with need. I love slipping into you. I love physically overpowering you and watching you just yield." Jim pulled the plug out as he whispered the words. The angle was awkward, but Jim just bent at the knees some as he unzipped his pants.
As quickly as he could, he slipped on a lubed condom and then slid into Blair. Slowly, Blair's eyes drifted closed again, but his fists stayed wrapped around the chain, and his arm muscles strained as Jim slowly angled his hips and moved in and out in small thrusts. He wrapped an arm around Blair's waist, and braced his other hand on the staircase as he continued the slow torture.
"I love that you want to protect me," Jim admitted roughly. That one hurt to admit, but Blair deserved the truth. He leaned forward to get better leverage and thrust harder. Blair gasped and arched his back, one bare foot landing on top of Jim's shoe.
"But more than that, I love being strong enough to protect both of us," Jim said as he finally gave up on words and focused on driving into that warm, willing body. He shifted one arm so that his hand spread over Blair's stomach and then slid down until he could stroke the hard cock. Blair muttered something that might be curse words or Sanskrit and then his whole body tightened.
Jim held on, his own cock screaming for release as Blair tightened and jerked until Jim couldn't control his orgasm and he came. Breathing heavily, Jim now leaned forward on Blair, letting his chin rest on Blair's shoulder as he held the base of the condom and slowly pulled out.
"Fuck. You're going to kill me. Of course, I'll die happy, and lots of tribes believe that how you feel when you die determines your afterlife, and in that case, just go on and kill me because an afterlife of that.... whoa."
"I think you'll survive," Jim said as he took the condom to the garbage. Disarming Blair of his words obviously had only limited success.
"So, are we just going for the delay and distract method here?" Blair finally asked as Jim climbed the stairs to unlock Blair's wrists. Jim paused.
"I think I made my point."
"Okay, if you did, I lost it somewhere between mind-blowing and fucking amazing."
"You don't think I'm gay," Jim said as he reached down and unlocked Blair's wrist from the padded cuff.
"Oh, I think you've proved that you're down with your bad, gay self. You're ready to go out and start earning your own toaster," Blair joked. Jim sat down on the step and looked through the railing as Blair rubbed his wrists and leaned against the stairs.
"That's it," Jim said. "You think you earned your toaster by converting me. And because of that, you think you have to somehow protect me from it."
"Not to brag..."
"You didn't," Jim interrupted. Blair blinked up at him.
"I had more than one hand job in a bunk in the army. Had one guy go on his knees for me, and I think that was the first time I realized that having power over someone was a huge turn on. When he sobered up, he looked at me with these wide, fearful eyes because I knew something that would cost him his career. The army might overlook a drunk guy getting a blow job, but they aren't going to overlook an officer going on his knees to give one and orgasming just from the pleasure of a cock in his mouth. I had the power to hurt him, and when he realized that I would protect him, when he looked at me with this worshipful expression, I seriously considered putting him on his knees again."
"Oh man, but I thought--"
"Before you, there weren't any men who interested me enough to try them out, but I noticed men. Blair." Jim stopped and sighed. "If they give me shit because I'm gay, it's because I am. It's not your fault or your responsibility."
Blair ducked his head, his expression disappearing behind a veil of hair.
"I've seen how the cops down there treat gays."
Jim headed down the stairs and dropped onto the couch. "Yeah, I know. I know some of them have been shitty to you. I know what those cops at the Espinoza scene did was so far beyond reasonable you could have sued their asses off." Blair wandered by, and Jim caught his wrist, pulling the naked man down on top of him.
"No naked butts on the couch or carpet, Sandburg," he play-growled as he held Blair on his lap. Blair rolled his eyes.
"You and your house rules, Ellison. You only have that one so I'll have to kneel on the damn floor."
"Yep," Jim agreed. "That and because I don't want shit on my shit." Blair twisted around and poked at Jim.
"Blair, seriously. If someone has a problem with me being gay, that is for me to deal with."
"Man, you accuse me of being naive?" Blair asked incredulously.
Jim tightened his jaw. "Sandburg," he warned.
"Hey, just because you can sit on me or gag me, and I am well aware that you are very capable of doing both, that doesn't change the facts of life, man."
"But it's not your responsibility."
"I know. But if I can do something to stop the rumors from spreading..."
Jim shook his head. "I'm not saying we should make out in the break room, but I'm not willing to have you act like a pod-person. If someone has a problem with you or me, it's my work, and I'll handle it."
"It'd be easier for me to just do my ride-along time and then fade away, man. I mean, they'll forget about me, and then no one has to wonder why you have the gay hippy riding along, not that I'm actually gay because Susan Carmelli's breasts still occasionally come bobbing through the dreamscape. And I do mean bobbing." Blair mimicked the motion of large, jiggly breasts.
"Should I be jealous?" Jim asked with a smile.
"No way, but we do not have to share that fact at the office. And that means we do not have to go making it all obvious. Hell, I'm sure Simon would give birth to kittens or something if he ever found out, and that would so not be a pretty sight."
"Simon knows," Jim answered. That made Blair stop, his hands frozen in air as he stared down at Jim. Silence dragged out the seconds.
"No fucking way," Blair finally breathed in shock.
"I told him we were together before your house even burned down. I'd be surprised if Brown and Rafe didn't know. And yeah, some of the patrol officers are going to act like assholes, but their opinions don't matter to me."
"But your job--"
"Blair," Jim tried again. This talking business was so much more tiring than just chaining Blair up and tormenting him until he agreed to anything. "Some people don't like me because I was in the army. During my time in Vice, there was this one asshole who lost every requisition I ever filed. It turned out, he'd gotten booted out of the special forces. There's always going to be someone who doesn't like me because of who I am. I'm not going to change, and the idea of you changing drives me crazy."
"I don't want to make your life harder. Oh man, I just..." Blair's words trailed off, but Jim waited. "I just feel like I'm going to end up being more trouble than I'm worth. I mean, yeah, I have all these needs, but what am I doing for you?"
"Blair, you do a lot for me. I don't know anyone else who would trust me to play with their body the way you do."
"Funny," Blair snorted. "I could give you a list of a dozen guys who would pay money to do for you exactly what I do for you."
"People would pay money to annoy me?" Jim fended off the finger that poked him.
"Fucking with me when I'm sated is not fair," Blair complained lazily.
"The military taught me to press the advantage," Jim admitted. "And let's get one thing settled. You do not protect me."
"So, I should go fairying around your desk asking if you're going to give me a good flogging tonight?" Blair blinked innocently, his tone dripping sweetness.
"You really are a little shit," Jim sighed.
"I don't--"
"You should be yourself," Jim cut him off. "Your same old pushy, arrogant, spouting weird shit self. No more pod-person impersonations."
"Jim--"
"And trust me to be able to take care of myself. The one thing here that is really making me angry is the idea that you're acting like I can't take care of myself. I can. And I don't give a shit what assholes down at work do or say; and I don't like that you're trying to change how we act toward each other," Jim said as he curled his hands around Blair's stomach and pulled him close. "I like resting a hand on your shoulder or watching you rip into some case. And I do not handle change well."
Blair sighed, and Jim could feel the slight movements in the body that now leaned back into him. "You really are an alpha dog. Man, you can't let this go, even if I'm right, can you?"
"You're not right," Jim countered.
"Of course I'm not," Blair answered flatly. He took a deep breath. "Right, so tomorrow Mutt and Jeff get the full Sandburg treatment. Yeah, that's going to be interesting."
"After the shit you gave that idiot at the front desk, harassing them should be easy."
"Man, he started it."
"Yeah, but I came in and finished it for both of you," Jim pointed out.
"You're going to choke on your own alpha one of these days, Ellison. Man, I would love to do a testosterone study on you. I bet your numbers are like... whoa." Blair held up his hands to show just how much testosterone Blair expected to find.
"Yeah, yeah. Right now, I just want to get some dinner and watch a little television."
"Dinner sounds good; I'll do the salad," Blair said as he tried to stand. Jim held on for a second, making Blair surrender and lean back into him before Jim let go and gave Blair a little swat on the hip.
"Go on then, get that salad started, and I'll throw on some stir-fry beef."
"Bully," Blair laughed. Somehow, when he said it, Jim really didn't mind the insult. He stood up and followed Blair's naked ass into the kitchen, admiring the view when he bent down to grab the lettuce. Blair might not believe he did all that much, but Jim couldn't imagine his life without Blair anymore. As Jim watched, Blair wiggled his naked ass in the air.
"And don't even think about sitting on the kitchen chairs without pants," Jim threatened.
"Yes, oh great Lord Ellison," Blair snorted.
"Smartass."
"You're the one staring at it, so you'd know," Blair shot back.
***
Jim opened the door to the loft and dropped his keys into the basket. "Let me put my military records back upstairs," Jim said to Blair before he headed up the stairs. By the time he came back down, Blair was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch.
"Hey, I know you're still all pissed over the whole scene at the post office, but I need to talk about limits here," Blair said quickly before Jim could say anything. "And before you even start in on me, yes, I do have limits. Yeah, I crossed some line in that head of yours, but I am not into the discipline scene. That is totally not a turn-on for me, so don't think I'm just going to bend over and take it like a man, because a man does not bend over and take it. Well, men bend over and take it all the time, and in terms of sex, I'm happy to bend over and take it, more than happy, and lots of men bend over and take a spanking, but not this man. Except for when you do the sexy spankings, but you know full well there's a difference between fun spanking and discipline."
Jim waited through the babble, his earlier aggravation quickly turning to amusement as Blair verbally flailed.
"You done?" Jim asked.
"I don't know. Am I helping or hurting my case here because I really don't want to ruin this relationship."
"You done now?"
"You're enjoying this," Blair accused him.
"I always enjoy torturing you," Jim nodded, "but watching you torture yourself is a new experience."
"Har, har. Look, if this is the big breakup speech, you really suck at it."
Jim blinked, completely caught off guard as the conversation darted left. "Blair, this is not the breakup speech. If it makes you feel better, I could chain you to the railing to prove it." Jim could imagine Blair's cock hardening under that threat, so Blair's moan wasn't a surprise.
"Man, you're giving me emotional whiplash here."
"Okay, let's lay things out in a straight line," Jim said. "One, we are not breaking up. Two, other cops will learn to deal with you. You do not change just because they're arrogant assholes. You haven't in the past, and you won't because of me."
"But..."
"No," Jim said tersely. "I saw how you reacted at the Espinoza scene, so if you're acting like pod-Sandburg, it's because you're trying to cover for me, and I am big enough to handle my own shit."
"Hey, your shit, fine. But you shouldn't have to take shit because of me."
"So, if someone calls me gay, it's all your fault?" Jim asked, confused.
"Okay, Jim, I am awed by your learning curve, but that first time, that was really your first time, wasn't it? I mean, I know my ass is awe-inspiring, but you almost killed me with how much time you took prepping me. I came twice before you actually got in me, and while I am not complaining at all, and that night will always rank right up there with Susan Carmelli letting me touch her breasts for the first time and Frank teaching me the joys of leather, you were not gay before we got together, so if you're getting shit on this front, it is so my fault."
Jim sighed. He couldn't win with words, that was for sure. The kid had him outgunned on that front, and his time in the military had taught him to choose his terrain before engaging.
"Strip," he said as he headed toward the bathroom.
"Hey, did you hear what I said about not being into discipline?" Blair called after him.
"I heard you, Blair. Now don't make me repeat myself," Jim called back before he shut the bathroom door and bought himself a few minutes of privacy to gather his thoughts. Shit, the kid could carry the guilt of ten men, but Jim wasn't about to let him keep carrying that weight. He just needed to shift the debate a little, find a way to really reach Sandburg, who clearly had stopped listening a few exits back.
And the worst thing was that Blair wasn't totally in the wrong. The days of taking a cop out back and beating the gay out of him were gone, but reactions like Simon's, or, even worse, like the asshole on night shift that talked shit about Blair whenever the man walked in the room.... yeah, they weren't uncommon. This wasn't Pollyanna world. Jim sighed as he washed his face and gathered his thoughts.
Jim gave Blair enough time to hesitate, strip, and then worry a bit before he came back out. Sure enough, Blair stood in the middle of the dim living room, his arms crossed awkwardly over his chest as he stood there naked.
"Have I told you lately how much I love the way you follow orders?" Jim said as he closed the distance. Blair was already half hard.
"I think we were working on the way you didn't love the way I didn't," Blair said. Then he bit his lip. Jim could almost taste Blair's need to repeat the limits speech.
"Trust me, Chief," Jim whispered.
Blair froze, his blue eyes focusing on Jim for a half second before he spoke. "Always," he said softly.
Jim went to the toy chest and pulled out a set of padded cuffs with a long center chain. Behind him, Blair breathed harder. Jim climbed halfway up the stairs and draped the cuffs around the stair-railing. Wordlessly, Blair held his hands up, and Jim reached down through the bars to lock the cuffs in place. Only once he had the restraints in place did Jim pull up on the center chain, shortening it until Blair had to stretch and then using a padlock to keep the chain short.
Jim came back downstairs, and Blair was breathing hard, his cock full and needy as he flexed his arms.
"Much better," Jim said.
"Oh man, fuck," Blair breathed, his words stolen by the chains, just like Jim knew they would be.
"So beautiful," Jim said as he considered the sight. He returned to the toy chest and pulled out a large vibrator. He kept his back to Blair as he lubed it up. "Turn around, Chief." Jim listened as Blair shuffled around to face the stairs. "Legs apart."
Jim turned and Blair was facing the stairs, his shoulders corded and his legs spread so far that he stood on his toes. "So very beautiful," Jim murmured.
"This isn't actually solving anything, and as punishment goes, it's not really your best effort. I mean, if this is how you punish me, I'm not really likely to change. In operant conditioning, the punishment should actually be something that the subject..." Blair's words ended with a gasp when Jim pressed the toy to his entrance, slowly pushing as the tip of the toy opened him. "Fuck, yeah."
"It's not punishment, Blair. If I were punishing you, I wouldn't touch you for a week. I'd chain you up and bring myself off as you watched, hard and aching. I'd buy you one of those chastity devices, and lock up that cock of yours until you learned your lesson."
Blair groaned, his head falling back and resting against Jim's shoulder. Interesting. Well, that obviously wouldn't be very good as punishment either. Blair was so hard now that he danced on his toes, trembling as Jim pushed the vibrator in until it slipped into place, the thick bulb buried in Blair's body.
Jim stepped away and considered the sight. "I think that backside of yours needs warming," Jim said softly. He ran a finger up Blair's spine and tangled his fingers in the long hair. Blair made a happy little grunt, so Jim took that as permission.
Going back to the toy chest, Jim pulled out a flogger, running the soft leather tails over his hand before he returned to Blair.
"Such a beautiful body. You'll be even more beautiful with a little color in those cheeks." Jim ran the flogger over Blair's hip and then he slipped his hand around Blair and feathered the flogger over Blair's cock and then up his stomach to his hard nipples. Blair panted.
Backing away, Jim flipped the remote for the vibrator now buried in Blair. Blair squealed and jerked on the chain, and Jim brought the flogger down against his skin before he could catch his breath. Blair rocked forward, gasping.
"Fuck, yeah," he mewled. Jim brought the flogger down a little harder, watching lines of rosy skin pinken under his touch. With a groan, Blair rocked forward with the force of the blow and then pressed back, thrusting his hips helplessly in the air. Jim brought the flogger down twice, matching marks on the right and left hips.
Blair jerked, dancing on his toes and nearly lifting his own body as he fisted the chains that held him in place. Jim draped the flogger over his own shoulder and stepped close, pulling Blair's squirming body to his own.
"Lovely," Jim muttered as he nibbled on Blair's neck. Blair flopped his head to the side, but he couldn't control the squirming, so Jim just held him tighter.
"Man, come on. Just a little more, fuck, please."
Jim reached around and traced the hard cock that bobbed needily in the air.
"Maybe I don't want you to come yet. Maybe I like hearing those noises you make when you're desperate," Jim whispered into Blair's skin as he tasted up the side of Blair's neck and then ran teeth over the sensitive skin. Blair trembled. Feeling the orgasm building, Jim reached in his pocket and turned off the vibrator.
"Fuck. If this is punishment, I'll never do it again. I promise to be annoying. Fuck, I'll be outright obnoxious to every cop I meet. Please, just come on, finish me," Blair begged.
"I like hearing you beg," Jim admitted as he stepped back. With a single movement, he pulled the flogger from his shoulder and swung it in lazy arcs. Right-left. Left-right. He crisscrossed the strokes so that they fell across Blair's back in a lattice pattern of pink flesh against white.
"So very beautiful, and so very mine. If you ever want to leave, you'll have to move out, not give me your address, because I will never willingly give this up. I would follow you and promise you anything to keep this beautiful body under me." Jim admitted his weakness in a whisper that made Blair tremble. Then he brought the flogger down on the warm skin just a little harder.
Blair lost all words now as he groaned and mewled with each hit, rocking with the motion of the flogger. Switching arms without breaking the pattern, Jim reached in his pocket for the vibrator controls, and he thumbed it to high. Blair made a keening sound and broke the rhythm of the flogger as he nearly pulled himself off the ground by the chains.
Jim paused, letting his hand rest on Blair's warm back, and the man just sagged, a half sob escaping when Jim trailed fingers down to the round of his ass. Blair's head hung down, his hair a curtain hiding his face, and Jim pressed himself to Blair's back. Immediately, Blair's head came up and flopped back to rest on Jim's shoulder.
Jim tossed the flogger to the couch and let his hands skim Blair's body: chest, stomach, hips, nipples. He ghosted his fingers over every part but the one demanding attention, but Blair only closed his eyes and trembled and waited with his mouth open and gasping.
Jim reached up and ran a thumb over Blair's lower lip, and blue eyes lazily blinked at him. Oh yeah, Blair was in that place where his body was Jim's, pliant and warm and totally submissive.
"I love torturing you until you bliss out. I love seeing your cock fill with need. I love slipping into you. I love physically overpowering you and watching you just yield." Jim pulled the plug out as he whispered the words. The angle was awkward, but Jim just bent at the knees some as he unzipped his pants.
As quickly as he could, he slipped on a lubed condom and then slid into Blair. Slowly, Blair's eyes drifted closed again, but his fists stayed wrapped around the chain, and his arm muscles strained as Jim slowly angled his hips and moved in and out in small thrusts. He wrapped an arm around Blair's waist, and braced his other hand on the staircase as he continued the slow torture.
"I love that you want to protect me," Jim admitted roughly. That one hurt to admit, but Blair deserved the truth. He leaned forward to get better leverage and thrust harder. Blair gasped and arched his back, one bare foot landing on top of Jim's shoe.
"But more than that, I love being strong enough to protect both of us," Jim said as he finally gave up on words and focused on driving into that warm, willing body. He shifted one arm so that his hand spread over Blair's stomach and then slid down until he could stroke the hard cock. Blair muttered something that might be curse words or Sanskrit and then his whole body tightened.
Jim held on, his own cock screaming for release as Blair tightened and jerked until Jim couldn't control his orgasm and he came. Breathing heavily, Jim now leaned forward on Blair, letting his chin rest on Blair's shoulder as he held the base of the condom and slowly pulled out.
"Fuck. You're going to kill me. Of course, I'll die happy, and lots of tribes believe that how you feel when you die determines your afterlife, and in that case, just go on and kill me because an afterlife of that.... whoa."
"I think you'll survive," Jim said as he took the condom to the garbage. Disarming Blair of his words obviously had only limited success.
"So, are we just going for the delay and distract method here?" Blair finally asked as Jim climbed the stairs to unlock Blair's wrists. Jim paused.
"I think I made my point."
"Okay, if you did, I lost it somewhere between mind-blowing and fucking amazing."
"You don't think I'm gay," Jim said as he reached down and unlocked Blair's wrist from the padded cuff.
"Oh, I think you've proved that you're down with your bad, gay self. You're ready to go out and start earning your own toaster," Blair joked. Jim sat down on the step and looked through the railing as Blair rubbed his wrists and leaned against the stairs.
"That's it," Jim said. "You think you earned your toaster by converting me. And because of that, you think you have to somehow protect me from it."
"Not to brag..."
"You didn't," Jim interrupted. Blair blinked up at him.
"I had more than one hand job in a bunk in the army. Had one guy go on his knees for me, and I think that was the first time I realized that having power over someone was a huge turn on. When he sobered up, he looked at me with these wide, fearful eyes because I knew something that would cost him his career. The army might overlook a drunk guy getting a blow job, but they aren't going to overlook an officer going on his knees to give one and orgasming just from the pleasure of a cock in his mouth. I had the power to hurt him, and when he realized that I would protect him, when he looked at me with this worshipful expression, I seriously considered putting him on his knees again."
"Oh man, but I thought--"
"Before you, there weren't any men who interested me enough to try them out, but I noticed men. Blair." Jim stopped and sighed. "If they give me shit because I'm gay, it's because I am. It's not your fault or your responsibility."
Blair ducked his head, his expression disappearing behind a veil of hair.
"I've seen how the cops down there treat gays."
Jim headed down the stairs and dropped onto the couch. "Yeah, I know. I know some of them have been shitty to you. I know what those cops at the Espinoza scene did was so far beyond reasonable you could have sued their asses off." Blair wandered by, and Jim caught his wrist, pulling the naked man down on top of him.
"No naked butts on the couch or carpet, Sandburg," he play-growled as he held Blair on his lap. Blair rolled his eyes.
"You and your house rules, Ellison. You only have that one so I'll have to kneel on the damn floor."
"Yep," Jim agreed. "That and because I don't want shit on my shit." Blair twisted around and poked at Jim.
"Blair, seriously. If someone has a problem with me being gay, that is for me to deal with."
"Man, you accuse me of being naive?" Blair asked incredulously.
Jim tightened his jaw. "Sandburg," he warned.
"Hey, just because you can sit on me or gag me, and I am well aware that you are very capable of doing both, that doesn't change the facts of life, man."
"But it's not your responsibility."
"I know. But if I can do something to stop the rumors from spreading..."
Jim shook his head. "I'm not saying we should make out in the break room, but I'm not willing to have you act like a pod-person. If someone has a problem with you or me, it's my work, and I'll handle it."
"It'd be easier for me to just do my ride-along time and then fade away, man. I mean, they'll forget about me, and then no one has to wonder why you have the gay hippy riding along, not that I'm actually gay because Susan Carmelli's breasts still occasionally come bobbing through the dreamscape. And I do mean bobbing." Blair mimicked the motion of large, jiggly breasts.
"Should I be jealous?" Jim asked with a smile.
"No way, but we do not have to share that fact at the office. And that means we do not have to go making it all obvious. Hell, I'm sure Simon would give birth to kittens or something if he ever found out, and that would so not be a pretty sight."
"Simon knows," Jim answered. That made Blair stop, his hands frozen in air as he stared down at Jim. Silence dragged out the seconds.
"No fucking way," Blair finally breathed in shock.
"I told him we were together before your house even burned down. I'd be surprised if Brown and Rafe didn't know. And yeah, some of the patrol officers are going to act like assholes, but their opinions don't matter to me."
"But your job--"
"Blair," Jim tried again. This talking business was so much more tiring than just chaining Blair up and tormenting him until he agreed to anything. "Some people don't like me because I was in the army. During my time in Vice, there was this one asshole who lost every requisition I ever filed. It turned out, he'd gotten booted out of the special forces. There's always going to be someone who doesn't like me because of who I am. I'm not going to change, and the idea of you changing drives me crazy."
"I don't want to make your life harder. Oh man, I just..." Blair's words trailed off, but Jim waited. "I just feel like I'm going to end up being more trouble than I'm worth. I mean, yeah, I have all these needs, but what am I doing for you?"
"Blair, you do a lot for me. I don't know anyone else who would trust me to play with their body the way you do."
"Funny," Blair snorted. "I could give you a list of a dozen guys who would pay money to do for you exactly what I do for you."
"People would pay money to annoy me?" Jim fended off the finger that poked him.
"Fucking with me when I'm sated is not fair," Blair complained lazily.
"The military taught me to press the advantage," Jim admitted. "And let's get one thing settled. You do not protect me."
"So, I should go fairying around your desk asking if you're going to give me a good flogging tonight?" Blair blinked innocently, his tone dripping sweetness.
"You really are a little shit," Jim sighed.
"I don't--"
"You should be yourself," Jim cut him off. "Your same old pushy, arrogant, spouting weird shit self. No more pod-person impersonations."
"Jim--"
"And trust me to be able to take care of myself. The one thing here that is really making me angry is the idea that you're acting like I can't take care of myself. I can. And I don't give a shit what assholes down at work do or say; and I don't like that you're trying to change how we act toward each other," Jim said as he curled his hands around Blair's stomach and pulled him close. "I like resting a hand on your shoulder or watching you rip into some case. And I do not handle change well."
Blair sighed, and Jim could feel the slight movements in the body that now leaned back into him. "You really are an alpha dog. Man, you can't let this go, even if I'm right, can you?"
"You're not right," Jim countered.
"Of course I'm not," Blair answered flatly. He took a deep breath. "Right, so tomorrow Mutt and Jeff get the full Sandburg treatment. Yeah, that's going to be interesting."
"After the shit you gave that idiot at the front desk, harassing them should be easy."
"Man, he started it."
"Yeah, but I came in and finished it for both of you," Jim pointed out.
"You're going to choke on your own alpha one of these days, Ellison. Man, I would love to do a testosterone study on you. I bet your numbers are like... whoa." Blair held up his hands to show just how much testosterone Blair expected to find.
"Yeah, yeah. Right now, I just want to get some dinner and watch a little television."
"Dinner sounds good; I'll do the salad," Blair said as he tried to stand. Jim held on for a second, making Blair surrender and lean back into him before Jim let go and gave Blair a little swat on the hip.
"Go on then, get that salad started, and I'll throw on some stir-fry beef."
"Bully," Blair laughed. Somehow, when he said it, Jim really didn't mind the insult. He stood up and followed Blair's naked ass into the kitchen, admiring the view when he bent down to grab the lettuce. Blair might not believe he did all that much, but Jim couldn't imagine his life without Blair anymore. As Jim watched, Blair wiggled his naked ass in the air.
"And don't even think about sitting on the kitchen chairs without pants," Jim threatened.
"Yes, oh great Lord Ellison," Blair snorted.
"Smartass."
"You're the one staring at it, so you'd know," Blair shot back.
