Observer 13
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lit_galThe Observer (13/17)
Sequel to "The Witness"
beta'ed by Beta'ed by Kitty_poker1 and Slashpuppy and Janedavitt
ADULT/SLASH
Previous parts
Warnings: Puppy play, dom/sub, bondage
Sequel to "The Witness"
beta'ed by Beta'ed by Kitty_poker1 and Slashpuppy and Janedavitt
ADULT/SLASH
Previous parts
Warnings: Puppy play, dom/sub, bondage
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
***
Jim walked into the loft, his nerves nearly shot after hours of tracking down Veronica Sarris. Her address led to a spot in the middle of the Sound, her employers said she had taken off for a long weekend, and the woman didn't seem to have any friends. Nope, all she had was a serious obsession with Jim.
The door slammed, and Jim flinched as the sound echoed in his head. He struggled to find the balance Incacha had once explained, and he didn't think the return of his memories had really improved the day as much as made it even more fucking miserable.
"You want to talk about it?" Blair asked as he walked around Jim to get to the kitchen.
"No." Jim walked to the balcony doors and pulled them open. She could be out there right now, watching. The traffic noise swelled until Jim felt like he was in the middle of the street with the engines roaring around him. A hand touched his back and the noise retreated as Blair held out a beer.
"Thanks," Jim offered as he took it. He drank deeply as he tried to wash out the remembered bitterness of burning metal and flesh. Blair disappeared, and Jim focused his hearing out toward the city. He felt off balance, like when the senses had first shown up in Peru.
"Do you want people to call you a freak?" William's voice floated out of the past, and Jim closed his eyes. Okay, so he had the senses earlier than Peru, but that was the first time he'd done anything other than hide them. Incacha had called them normal, like Blair had. Jim weighed those opinions against his father's disgust. Fuck, he was a grown man; he wasn't supposed to care what William Ellison thought about him.
"Jim?"
Jim sighed and stared at the water for a second before turning around. Blair stood there naked except for the plastic around his cock. Jim frowned and walked forward, staring at the clear plastic sheath that curved down, trapping Blair's cock inside. Attached to the top was a small lock. Blair held out his hand with a pair of keys sitting in the palm.
"Chief, it's been a long fucking day."
"Hey, I get that. You've had some weird shit hit you in the last 24 hours." Blair nodded. He didn't move when Jim stepped closer and reached down to trace the chastity device. The lock held the sheath to a ring that sat behind Blair's balls, and his ball sac hung down between the two pieces of plastic. Jim fingered the contraption and could tell that Blair wasn't getting it off without either cutting the lock or amputating parts that he was very fond of.
"I don't know that I have the energy to play tonight," Jim commented as he watched Blair's penis thicken in the plastic cage, quickly filling the space until the skin pressed against the plastic. One of Blair's hands came up to rest on Jim's shoulder.
"Hey, that's cool," Blair agreed tightly.
"Does it hurt?" Jim asked in concern.
"Only in a 'I really want to come' way." Blair shrugged. "But you know me; I don't mind that hurt at all. And this thing doesn't require any babysitting on your part. I can pee and wash myself and do whatever I need to do with it on, but you still get to decide when I come."
"Blair," Jim said as he looked up at his lover's face.
"One week. I figure at the end of the week, we can decide whether we want to keep playing this game."
Jim closed his eyes. "I already know my answer to that," he confessed. "But, Chief, I'm not sure you can go a week without coming."
"Hey, you could let me come at any point," Blair pointed out. "In fact, I plan to use copious amounts of begging here." He took one of Jim's hands and dropped the keys into it. "And I used to go days in bondage without ever coming. Most of my clients enjoyed watching me not come. I think you're the first partner I've ever had who actually made a point of seeing that I came."
"Chief," Jim said as he closed his fist around the keys.
"Just put those somewhere that I can't get them because, given the chance, I so plan to cheat," Blair added.
"I'll put one on my keychain, and lock the other in the safe with the important papers," Jim agreed. "But are you sure you want to do this? This is where I went wrong with Caro, you know. She tried too hard, and when she had to back off, I couldn't. I wanted this." Jim let his hands slip down to Blair's hips, and he could feel the keys pressed between his hand and Blair's flesh.
"Oh man, I always want too much. I mean, I'm out there fighting for so much in the world, and I just want to not fight. Man, I trust you, and I want this to be yours."
"Even if I have fantasies of taking you without ever unlocking this?" Jim asked as he tapped the hard plastic.
"Fuck, yeah," Blair agreed. "I can't explain it, Jim. I just know what I like, and I trust you. I trust you like I haven't trusted anyone else."
Jim stood with his hands resting on Blair's hips as he tried to sort through his feelings. He had a little guilt in there at the idea of his lover not coming. He'd spent a lifetime of always making sure his lovers climaxed before he did. But at the same time, he knew how much Blair enjoyed waiting. Decision made, Jim headed for the key basket, slipping the keys onto his ring.
"You do know I'll hear if you so much as touch that, right?" Jim asked.
"Yeah, I kinda figured. I also figure you'll smell it if I work out any other way of coming. But I'm sticking with the begging plan. I can beg really well. I'm told I have puppy dog eyes."
"Yeah, but I'm a hard ass, remember?" Jim asked with a smile as he came back and let his hand cup Blair's face. "So many restraints to choose from. So, what will I do to you tonight?" Jim paused. "Do you have any papers to grade?" Jim suddenly asked.
"I got most graded between Special Agent Nakamura with his Japanese curses and Simon demanding that Gary get Sarris' service records. I mean, yeah, for a DA, Gary's a miracle worker, and I'm the first to sing his praises, but the man has limits. I can grade the rest easy since I don't teach until Monday."
Jim nodded. No way was he going to question Blair's teaching abilities again. "Rambo's on TV tonight," he commented as he went for their toy chest.
"Oh man, you were in the service. How can you watch that commercial drivel?"
"It's an alpha dog thing," Jim shrugged as he lifted the plastic containers holding a variety of different restraints. He found one of the new toys near the bottom. "If you want anything to eat or drink, I suggest you get it now," he commented. They'd had dinner at the precinct, but Jim didn't like to start a session without giving Blair some warning.
"Right," Blair said and he turned to the kitchen. Jim listened to the water run for a second before Blair filled a glass and drank it. "Okay, ready when you are," he said cheerfully as he came back. He sank to his knees next to Jim and let his eyes scan the various toys and restraints Jim had moved around.
"Open up," Jim said. He slipped a ball into Blair's mouth. It was soft enough to fit the curves of his mouth and keep his jaw from getting sore, but large enough to keep him quiet. Jim pulled out a head harness with a wide strap around the mouth that would keep Blair from spitting it out. Blair knelt, his hands on his thighs as Jim buckled it in place.
Jim paused, playing with Blair's nipple ring and watching his cock fight the chastity device. Eventually, Blair's fingers found Jim's shoulders, pressing into them as he threw his head back and squirmed.
"So, what were you saying about begging?" Jim mused as he finally let go of the nipple ring. Blair looked at him and glared.
"Your choice, Chief. You gave me the power when you knew I loved to torture you. There's nothing like the sight of you squirming and helpless to really end the day right." Blair's glare softened and his fingers brushed Jim's jaw. Jim reached in the toy chest and brought out a lock. He slipped it into the gag's buckle, and he could see Blair's confusion in his expression.
"I've had a hard day. I'm going to go get a shower, and when I come back, I want this in you," Jim said as he handed his lover a large plug. Jim knew Blair would normally get hard just from the sight, and now he closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose before nodding.
"Have fun," Jim said as he got up and dropped the lid closed on the toy chest. A quick turn of the lock and Jim headed upstairs for his robe. Through his shower, Jim could easily track Blair's movements. He could even tell how far Blair had gotten in his chore from the whimpers he could hear over the sound of the water pounding the tile. Eventually, though, the sounds stopped, and Blair washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
When Jim came out, Blair was kneeling on the floor next to the couch. Jim stopped near the table and smelled the air. He could see the confused tilt of Blair's head.
"I can smell you," Jim said. Blair immediately looked down toward his body.
"Not in a body odor way," Jim corrected the misunderstanding. "I just realized that I can smell your lust. You're not exactly suffering here," Jim said. From the slight crinkling next to Blair's eyes, Jim guessed he was trying to smile behind the mouth guard.
Jim dropped his robe, draping it over the back of the chair, and he could hear that groan as loudly as if Blair weren't gagged. And as he walked closer, the cloud of lust and hormones nearly knocked him off his feet. He had been planning on waiting, but his cock had other thoughts.
"Up," Jim said as with a bent finger. Blair immediately got up.
"Hands on the arm of the couch," Jim ordered. Blair held up a finger for him to wait one second, and then he dashed to the kitchen counter. Jim watched with a little aggravation as he came back with a pad of paper.
"The whole point of the gag is to get you to stop," he pointed out as Blair handed him the paper.
'No condom' was written in bold letters.
"Blair," Jim breathed. "This isn't something to just decide in a second."
Blair pointed to the paper again and crossed his arms.
"If I do this, neither of us is going outside this relationship. One slip on that front, and the trust we're putting in each other would be gone."
Blair tapped the paper again before he moved to the end of the couch and braced himself on the arm, wiggling the ass that was up in the air. Jim debated for a second before he stepped up behind Blair, his cock already hard. Pulling the plug out, Jim slipped two fingers in to check for lube before he took his own cock in hand.
Bracing himself on Blair's hip, he slid forward into that heat without the plastic between them. He could almost feel every cell as he pressed until he was totally buried in Blair's body.
"God, Blair," Jim said before he pulled out and started thrusting. Blair grunted and pushed back in time with Jim's thrusts. The smell of his lust, and Blair's, swirled around him as he drove forward harder and faster until Blair made a muffled whine and Jim came with a roar.
Panting, Jim let himself lean for a second against Blair's solid back, his cock slowly softening before it slipped out.
"That was a little quicker than I planned," Jim admitted as he pressed the plug back into place. Blair gave a little half shrug, and Jim slapped the exposed butt. "Are you okay?" he asked. Blair immediately nodded.
"Wipe up and then go get the extra comforter out of the closet along with the bed pillows," Jim ordered. Blair stood up, his hands going to the chastity device for a second before he headed for the bathroom. Jim leaned against the back of the couch while Blair cleaned himself up.
"Oh, Chief. I seriously hope you know what you're getting into," he prayed as he turned to the fireplace, getting a small fire started before heading to the bathroom for a little cleaning up himself.
When he came out, the fire had almost died, and Blair had made a nest in front of it with the comforter and pillows.
"Find Rambo, would you?" Jim asked as he turned this attention to saving the fire. Blair made a noise that might have been a complaint, but then the television flickered to life as he flipped channels.
"Yeah, well, Rambo is better than those documentaries that you watch."
And that noise was definitely a complaint.
"Television is supposed to be escapist. If you want great social commentary, read a book," Jim argued. Blair found the right channel and put the remote back on the coffee table.
"Damn. Forgot the oil. There's massage oil on the bathroom counter. Go grab that, and bring me a cold beer on your way back," Jim said as he rearranged the pillows some and lay on his stomach, still nude.
Blair got up and hurried into the bathroom where Jim tracked him with hearing that was suddenly much more balanced than it had even been in Peru. In seconds, Blair came back with the massage oil in one hand and the beer in the other. Jim took the beer and took a deep drink.
"It's been a bad fucking day. I think you can figure out what to do with that," Jim said as he sank back down onto the pillows, his chin resting on his arms.
Behind him, Blair clicked the oil open and warmed it in his hands before he started working Jim's back, pressing into just the right muscles to make Jim's arms tingle as the tension eased.
Blair worked slowly down Jim's body, focusing wherever those talented fingers found knotted muscles. By the time Blair was pressing thumbs to the bottoms of Jim's feet, Rambo was escaping from the cave where the explosives had trapped him, and Jim lay nearly boneless on the floor.
"I'd totally forgotten until today," Jim muttered. Blair ran warm hands up his calves and over his ass until he was just gently stroking Jim's back.
"In the jungle, the tribe that found me had a shaman named Incacha. He called me a watchman. I thought he was nuts."
Blair's hands never paused in their gentle stroking.
"He taught me about my senses. He called it learning to balance them. He said that as long as I was by myself, I had to balance in the middle, near normal. Only when I had someone to balance me could I risk stretching out with my senses."
Blair's hands moved up to Jim's shoulders, but Jim could sense that Blair's tired fingers didn't have the strength to really rub any more.
"I don't want to get the bed oily. Go get some warm soapy water, a cloth and some towels," he told Blair. Blair immediately got up and headed for the bathroom.
"You know, Simon would faint if he could see you following orders. He has the impression that you do the opposite of what anyone asks you, just for the sake of it," Jim called. Blair couldn't exactly answer, but Jim could hear the water running.
Soon Blair came back with a pitcher full of warm soapy water and a bunch of towels.
"I have to do laundry tomorrow," Jim mused as he looked at the pile Blair set down. Blair pulled the washcloth from the pitcher and wrung it out before he carefully started wiping Jim down.
"When I talked to Incacha about coming home, he said I needed to find my..." Jim paused, struggling for a way to translate the term. "I guess ally would be the best translation. It's someone who gives me something to hold on to when I stretch the senses."
Jim knew that Blair's mind had to be going a hundred miles an hour, but he kept washing Jim's back with even strokes of the soft cloth over his skin.
"But if I ignore the senses long enough, deny them, they will fade. I'll go back to just being balanced near normal. The senses are too dangerous in the city, Chief. They were designed for life in the wild. I would hear a snake moving through the leaves as clearly as a car horn, but a car horn would deafen me."
"And if I use the senses, I need you around any time I'm going to use them. In four weeks, you go back to being a teacher and grad student who just lives with this cranky, old cop who never plans on letting you go. You can't be there, and I can't get used to using my senses. I just need to ignore them until they go back down to normal."
Blair's hands paused in their ministrations.
"I've thought about this since the memory came back this afternoon," Jim said firmly. "It's the best solution. This time, I just need to not accidentally repress the memories of my ally and my time with the senses when I repress the senses themselves."
Blair worked his way down Jim's body in the silence that followed, and the fire turned to embers as Rambo blew up a few more things. When Blair finished by washing Jim's feet, he stood up and took the supplies back to the bathroom.
Jim turned his head so he could watch Blair come padding back on bare feet and drop to his knees near Jim's head. Blair reached out and touched Jim's jaw with the back of a finger.
Jim captured the hand and dropped a kiss on the fingers before he released it.
"I love that you worry about me, but I'm a lot tougher than a few senses. This is the best solution, and you're not going to change my mind," Jim said as he stood up with a groan. "God, I feel good," he admitted as he rolled his head from one side to the other. Blair grabbed the pillows Jim had been lying on.
"I get it, you know," Jim said as Blair stood up, all four pillows from the bed hugged in his arms. Blair turned to him with a quizzical expression.
"It's about trust," Jim said. He let his fingers trace the edge of the leather that covered Blair's entire mouth. "You trust me, and you hope that you can show me how to trust you. You aren't quite as devious as you think," Jim said as he smiled. From the blush and the way Blair's eyes dropped to the ground, Jim knew he'd guessed right.
"And you aren't getting this off just because I figured out the game," Jim warned as he reached down and teased the exposed balls that hung between the locking rings of the chastity device. Blair nodded without bringing his eyes up.
"I'm taking the gag off, but you're going to be quiet. I want you to get whatever you need from the kitchen, use the bathroom, and then get up to bed. No more sleeping over your work, even if that means I chain you to the bed every night." Jim smiled when the musk of lust thickened in the air. Blair nodded.
Jim went over to the toy chest and got out the keys that went to their regular padlocks. He quickly had the lock off the gag and Blair was soon stretching his lips.
"Toss the ball in the dishwasher," Jim said as he took the pillows from Blair and headed upstairs. Blair didn't answer, but Jim trusted he was following orders. Jim was sitting on the edge of the bed when Blair came upstairs and sat on his side, groaning as his ass hit the mattress, and that was when Jim remembered Blair still had the plug in.
"Do you want me to..." Jim started.
Blair shook his head and lay down on the bed, holding his hands out toward Jim with an expression that made it clear that he was asking a question.
"You know, you talk pretty well even when you're mute, but I can't tell if you're asking if I plan to chain you or asking me to chain you," Jim admitted as he walked around the bed. "Not that it matters because I do plan on chaining you," Jim finished.
Blair stretched a little and pulled the covers up before he threaded his fingers and waited with his wrists together. Jim slid the chain through the railing before locking the padded restraints around Blair's wrists. He had walked back to his side of the bed before Blair spoke.
"You're only half right, you know," he said as Jim turned the lights out and slid under the covers.
"Which half?" Jim asked curiously.
"I do want you to know you can trust me, but that's not all this is about," Blair said as he shifted around so that he could better see Jim. "I've never met anyone I really trusted. I mean, my mom loves me, and she still left. I was sixteen, and I begged her to get an apartment near the college, and she left. That first year at Rainier, I was like this total jackass, all entitlement and attitude, because I was just so insecure."
"So all this?" Jim asked.
"This is as much for me as for you," Blair said, blinking at the darkness in a way that told Jim he couldn't see anything. "This just reminds me that I finally found someone I trust, someone who I think won't walk out on me."
"You've decided that after knowing me three weeks?" Jim asked.
"Hey, we moved in together after knowing each other one week, so I figure we're on the accelerated track," he joked.
"Not anymore, we aren't," Jim said as he thought about how fast the end had come with Carolyn. "We are officially off the track altogether because this is where I want our relationship to stay," Jim said as he wrapped his arm around Blair's stomach.
"Yeah, I'm good with that," Blair agreed sleepily. He shifted back around, and Jim spooned up to his back, listening to his heartbeat as he slipped into sleep.
***
Jim walked into the loft, his nerves nearly shot after hours of tracking down Veronica Sarris. Her address led to a spot in the middle of the Sound, her employers said she had taken off for a long weekend, and the woman didn't seem to have any friends. Nope, all she had was a serious obsession with Jim.
The door slammed, and Jim flinched as the sound echoed in his head. He struggled to find the balance Incacha had once explained, and he didn't think the return of his memories had really improved the day as much as made it even more fucking miserable.
"You want to talk about it?" Blair asked as he walked around Jim to get to the kitchen.
"No." Jim walked to the balcony doors and pulled them open. She could be out there right now, watching. The traffic noise swelled until Jim felt like he was in the middle of the street with the engines roaring around him. A hand touched his back and the noise retreated as Blair held out a beer.
"Thanks," Jim offered as he took it. He drank deeply as he tried to wash out the remembered bitterness of burning metal and flesh. Blair disappeared, and Jim focused his hearing out toward the city. He felt off balance, like when the senses had first shown up in Peru.
"Do you want people to call you a freak?" William's voice floated out of the past, and Jim closed his eyes. Okay, so he had the senses earlier than Peru, but that was the first time he'd done anything other than hide them. Incacha had called them normal, like Blair had. Jim weighed those opinions against his father's disgust. Fuck, he was a grown man; he wasn't supposed to care what William Ellison thought about him.
"Jim?"
Jim sighed and stared at the water for a second before turning around. Blair stood there naked except for the plastic around his cock. Jim frowned and walked forward, staring at the clear plastic sheath that curved down, trapping Blair's cock inside. Attached to the top was a small lock. Blair held out his hand with a pair of keys sitting in the palm.
"Chief, it's been a long fucking day."
"Hey, I get that. You've had some weird shit hit you in the last 24 hours." Blair nodded. He didn't move when Jim stepped closer and reached down to trace the chastity device. The lock held the sheath to a ring that sat behind Blair's balls, and his ball sac hung down between the two pieces of plastic. Jim fingered the contraption and could tell that Blair wasn't getting it off without either cutting the lock or amputating parts that he was very fond of.
"I don't know that I have the energy to play tonight," Jim commented as he watched Blair's penis thicken in the plastic cage, quickly filling the space until the skin pressed against the plastic. One of Blair's hands came up to rest on Jim's shoulder.
"Hey, that's cool," Blair agreed tightly.
"Does it hurt?" Jim asked in concern.
"Only in a 'I really want to come' way." Blair shrugged. "But you know me; I don't mind that hurt at all. And this thing doesn't require any babysitting on your part. I can pee and wash myself and do whatever I need to do with it on, but you still get to decide when I come."
"Blair," Jim said as he looked up at his lover's face.
"One week. I figure at the end of the week, we can decide whether we want to keep playing this game."
Jim closed his eyes. "I already know my answer to that," he confessed. "But, Chief, I'm not sure you can go a week without coming."
"Hey, you could let me come at any point," Blair pointed out. "In fact, I plan to use copious amounts of begging here." He took one of Jim's hands and dropped the keys into it. "And I used to go days in bondage without ever coming. Most of my clients enjoyed watching me not come. I think you're the first partner I've ever had who actually made a point of seeing that I came."
"Chief," Jim said as he closed his fist around the keys.
"Just put those somewhere that I can't get them because, given the chance, I so plan to cheat," Blair added.
"I'll put one on my keychain, and lock the other in the safe with the important papers," Jim agreed. "But are you sure you want to do this? This is where I went wrong with Caro, you know. She tried too hard, and when she had to back off, I couldn't. I wanted this." Jim let his hands slip down to Blair's hips, and he could feel the keys pressed between his hand and Blair's flesh.
"Oh man, I always want too much. I mean, I'm out there fighting for so much in the world, and I just want to not fight. Man, I trust you, and I want this to be yours."
"Even if I have fantasies of taking you without ever unlocking this?" Jim asked as he tapped the hard plastic.
"Fuck, yeah," Blair agreed. "I can't explain it, Jim. I just know what I like, and I trust you. I trust you like I haven't trusted anyone else."
Jim stood with his hands resting on Blair's hips as he tried to sort through his feelings. He had a little guilt in there at the idea of his lover not coming. He'd spent a lifetime of always making sure his lovers climaxed before he did. But at the same time, he knew how much Blair enjoyed waiting. Decision made, Jim headed for the key basket, slipping the keys onto his ring.
"You do know I'll hear if you so much as touch that, right?" Jim asked.
"Yeah, I kinda figured. I also figure you'll smell it if I work out any other way of coming. But I'm sticking with the begging plan. I can beg really well. I'm told I have puppy dog eyes."
"Yeah, but I'm a hard ass, remember?" Jim asked with a smile as he came back and let his hand cup Blair's face. "So many restraints to choose from. So, what will I do to you tonight?" Jim paused. "Do you have any papers to grade?" Jim suddenly asked.
"I got most graded between Special Agent Nakamura with his Japanese curses and Simon demanding that Gary get Sarris' service records. I mean, yeah, for a DA, Gary's a miracle worker, and I'm the first to sing his praises, but the man has limits. I can grade the rest easy since I don't teach until Monday."
Jim nodded. No way was he going to question Blair's teaching abilities again. "Rambo's on TV tonight," he commented as he went for their toy chest.
"Oh man, you were in the service. How can you watch that commercial drivel?"
"It's an alpha dog thing," Jim shrugged as he lifted the plastic containers holding a variety of different restraints. He found one of the new toys near the bottom. "If you want anything to eat or drink, I suggest you get it now," he commented. They'd had dinner at the precinct, but Jim didn't like to start a session without giving Blair some warning.
"Right," Blair said and he turned to the kitchen. Jim listened to the water run for a second before Blair filled a glass and drank it. "Okay, ready when you are," he said cheerfully as he came back. He sank to his knees next to Jim and let his eyes scan the various toys and restraints Jim had moved around.
"Open up," Jim said. He slipped a ball into Blair's mouth. It was soft enough to fit the curves of his mouth and keep his jaw from getting sore, but large enough to keep him quiet. Jim pulled out a head harness with a wide strap around the mouth that would keep Blair from spitting it out. Blair knelt, his hands on his thighs as Jim buckled it in place.
Jim paused, playing with Blair's nipple ring and watching his cock fight the chastity device. Eventually, Blair's fingers found Jim's shoulders, pressing into them as he threw his head back and squirmed.
"So, what were you saying about begging?" Jim mused as he finally let go of the nipple ring. Blair looked at him and glared.
"Your choice, Chief. You gave me the power when you knew I loved to torture you. There's nothing like the sight of you squirming and helpless to really end the day right." Blair's glare softened and his fingers brushed Jim's jaw. Jim reached in the toy chest and brought out a lock. He slipped it into the gag's buckle, and he could see Blair's confusion in his expression.
"I've had a hard day. I'm going to go get a shower, and when I come back, I want this in you," Jim said as he handed his lover a large plug. Jim knew Blair would normally get hard just from the sight, and now he closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose before nodding.
"Have fun," Jim said as he got up and dropped the lid closed on the toy chest. A quick turn of the lock and Jim headed upstairs for his robe. Through his shower, Jim could easily track Blair's movements. He could even tell how far Blair had gotten in his chore from the whimpers he could hear over the sound of the water pounding the tile. Eventually, though, the sounds stopped, and Blair washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
When Jim came out, Blair was kneeling on the floor next to the couch. Jim stopped near the table and smelled the air. He could see the confused tilt of Blair's head.
"I can smell you," Jim said. Blair immediately looked down toward his body.
"Not in a body odor way," Jim corrected the misunderstanding. "I just realized that I can smell your lust. You're not exactly suffering here," Jim said. From the slight crinkling next to Blair's eyes, Jim guessed he was trying to smile behind the mouth guard.
Jim dropped his robe, draping it over the back of the chair, and he could hear that groan as loudly as if Blair weren't gagged. And as he walked closer, the cloud of lust and hormones nearly knocked him off his feet. He had been planning on waiting, but his cock had other thoughts.
"Up," Jim said as with a bent finger. Blair immediately got up.
"Hands on the arm of the couch," Jim ordered. Blair held up a finger for him to wait one second, and then he dashed to the kitchen counter. Jim watched with a little aggravation as he came back with a pad of paper.
"The whole point of the gag is to get you to stop," he pointed out as Blair handed him the paper.
'No condom' was written in bold letters.
"Blair," Jim breathed. "This isn't something to just decide in a second."
Blair pointed to the paper again and crossed his arms.
"If I do this, neither of us is going outside this relationship. One slip on that front, and the trust we're putting in each other would be gone."
Blair tapped the paper again before he moved to the end of the couch and braced himself on the arm, wiggling the ass that was up in the air. Jim debated for a second before he stepped up behind Blair, his cock already hard. Pulling the plug out, Jim slipped two fingers in to check for lube before he took his own cock in hand.
Bracing himself on Blair's hip, he slid forward into that heat without the plastic between them. He could almost feel every cell as he pressed until he was totally buried in Blair's body.
"God, Blair," Jim said before he pulled out and started thrusting. Blair grunted and pushed back in time with Jim's thrusts. The smell of his lust, and Blair's, swirled around him as he drove forward harder and faster until Blair made a muffled whine and Jim came with a roar.
Panting, Jim let himself lean for a second against Blair's solid back, his cock slowly softening before it slipped out.
"That was a little quicker than I planned," Jim admitted as he pressed the plug back into place. Blair gave a little half shrug, and Jim slapped the exposed butt. "Are you okay?" he asked. Blair immediately nodded.
"Wipe up and then go get the extra comforter out of the closet along with the bed pillows," Jim ordered. Blair stood up, his hands going to the chastity device for a second before he headed for the bathroom. Jim leaned against the back of the couch while Blair cleaned himself up.
"Oh, Chief. I seriously hope you know what you're getting into," he prayed as he turned to the fireplace, getting a small fire started before heading to the bathroom for a little cleaning up himself.
When he came out, the fire had almost died, and Blair had made a nest in front of it with the comforter and pillows.
"Find Rambo, would you?" Jim asked as he turned this attention to saving the fire. Blair made a noise that might have been a complaint, but then the television flickered to life as he flipped channels.
"Yeah, well, Rambo is better than those documentaries that you watch."
And that noise was definitely a complaint.
"Television is supposed to be escapist. If you want great social commentary, read a book," Jim argued. Blair found the right channel and put the remote back on the coffee table.
"Damn. Forgot the oil. There's massage oil on the bathroom counter. Go grab that, and bring me a cold beer on your way back," Jim said as he rearranged the pillows some and lay on his stomach, still nude.
Blair got up and hurried into the bathroom where Jim tracked him with hearing that was suddenly much more balanced than it had even been in Peru. In seconds, Blair came back with the massage oil in one hand and the beer in the other. Jim took the beer and took a deep drink.
"It's been a bad fucking day. I think you can figure out what to do with that," Jim said as he sank back down onto the pillows, his chin resting on his arms.
Behind him, Blair clicked the oil open and warmed it in his hands before he started working Jim's back, pressing into just the right muscles to make Jim's arms tingle as the tension eased.
Blair worked slowly down Jim's body, focusing wherever those talented fingers found knotted muscles. By the time Blair was pressing thumbs to the bottoms of Jim's feet, Rambo was escaping from the cave where the explosives had trapped him, and Jim lay nearly boneless on the floor.
"I'd totally forgotten until today," Jim muttered. Blair ran warm hands up his calves and over his ass until he was just gently stroking Jim's back.
"In the jungle, the tribe that found me had a shaman named Incacha. He called me a watchman. I thought he was nuts."
Blair's hands never paused in their gentle stroking.
"He taught me about my senses. He called it learning to balance them. He said that as long as I was by myself, I had to balance in the middle, near normal. Only when I had someone to balance me could I risk stretching out with my senses."
Blair's hands moved up to Jim's shoulders, but Jim could sense that Blair's tired fingers didn't have the strength to really rub any more.
"I don't want to get the bed oily. Go get some warm soapy water, a cloth and some towels," he told Blair. Blair immediately got up and headed for the bathroom.
"You know, Simon would faint if he could see you following orders. He has the impression that you do the opposite of what anyone asks you, just for the sake of it," Jim called. Blair couldn't exactly answer, but Jim could hear the water running.
Soon Blair came back with a pitcher full of warm soapy water and a bunch of towels.
"I have to do laundry tomorrow," Jim mused as he looked at the pile Blair set down. Blair pulled the washcloth from the pitcher and wrung it out before he carefully started wiping Jim down.
"When I talked to Incacha about coming home, he said I needed to find my..." Jim paused, struggling for a way to translate the term. "I guess ally would be the best translation. It's someone who gives me something to hold on to when I stretch the senses."
Jim knew that Blair's mind had to be going a hundred miles an hour, but he kept washing Jim's back with even strokes of the soft cloth over his skin.
"But if I ignore the senses long enough, deny them, they will fade. I'll go back to just being balanced near normal. The senses are too dangerous in the city, Chief. They were designed for life in the wild. I would hear a snake moving through the leaves as clearly as a car horn, but a car horn would deafen me."
"And if I use the senses, I need you around any time I'm going to use them. In four weeks, you go back to being a teacher and grad student who just lives with this cranky, old cop who never plans on letting you go. You can't be there, and I can't get used to using my senses. I just need to ignore them until they go back down to normal."
Blair's hands paused in their ministrations.
"I've thought about this since the memory came back this afternoon," Jim said firmly. "It's the best solution. This time, I just need to not accidentally repress the memories of my ally and my time with the senses when I repress the senses themselves."
Blair worked his way down Jim's body in the silence that followed, and the fire turned to embers as Rambo blew up a few more things. When Blair finished by washing Jim's feet, he stood up and took the supplies back to the bathroom.
Jim turned his head so he could watch Blair come padding back on bare feet and drop to his knees near Jim's head. Blair reached out and touched Jim's jaw with the back of a finger.
Jim captured the hand and dropped a kiss on the fingers before he released it.
"I love that you worry about me, but I'm a lot tougher than a few senses. This is the best solution, and you're not going to change my mind," Jim said as he stood up with a groan. "God, I feel good," he admitted as he rolled his head from one side to the other. Blair grabbed the pillows Jim had been lying on.
"I get it, you know," Jim said as Blair stood up, all four pillows from the bed hugged in his arms. Blair turned to him with a quizzical expression.
"It's about trust," Jim said. He let his fingers trace the edge of the leather that covered Blair's entire mouth. "You trust me, and you hope that you can show me how to trust you. You aren't quite as devious as you think," Jim said as he smiled. From the blush and the way Blair's eyes dropped to the ground, Jim knew he'd guessed right.
"And you aren't getting this off just because I figured out the game," Jim warned as he reached down and teased the exposed balls that hung between the locking rings of the chastity device. Blair nodded without bringing his eyes up.
"I'm taking the gag off, but you're going to be quiet. I want you to get whatever you need from the kitchen, use the bathroom, and then get up to bed. No more sleeping over your work, even if that means I chain you to the bed every night." Jim smiled when the musk of lust thickened in the air. Blair nodded.
Jim went over to the toy chest and got out the keys that went to their regular padlocks. He quickly had the lock off the gag and Blair was soon stretching his lips.
"Toss the ball in the dishwasher," Jim said as he took the pillows from Blair and headed upstairs. Blair didn't answer, but Jim trusted he was following orders. Jim was sitting on the edge of the bed when Blair came upstairs and sat on his side, groaning as his ass hit the mattress, and that was when Jim remembered Blair still had the plug in.
"Do you want me to..." Jim started.
Blair shook his head and lay down on the bed, holding his hands out toward Jim with an expression that made it clear that he was asking a question.
"You know, you talk pretty well even when you're mute, but I can't tell if you're asking if I plan to chain you or asking me to chain you," Jim admitted as he walked around the bed. "Not that it matters because I do plan on chaining you," Jim finished.
Blair stretched a little and pulled the covers up before he threaded his fingers and waited with his wrists together. Jim slid the chain through the railing before locking the padded restraints around Blair's wrists. He had walked back to his side of the bed before Blair spoke.
"You're only half right, you know," he said as Jim turned the lights out and slid under the covers.
"Which half?" Jim asked curiously.
"I do want you to know you can trust me, but that's not all this is about," Blair said as he shifted around so that he could better see Jim. "I've never met anyone I really trusted. I mean, my mom loves me, and she still left. I was sixteen, and I begged her to get an apartment near the college, and she left. That first year at Rainier, I was like this total jackass, all entitlement and attitude, because I was just so insecure."
"So all this?" Jim asked.
"This is as much for me as for you," Blair said, blinking at the darkness in a way that told Jim he couldn't see anything. "This just reminds me that I finally found someone I trust, someone who I think won't walk out on me."
"You've decided that after knowing me three weeks?" Jim asked.
"Hey, we moved in together after knowing each other one week, so I figure we're on the accelerated track," he joked.
"Not anymore, we aren't," Jim said as he thought about how fast the end had come with Carolyn. "We are officially off the track altogether because this is where I want our relationship to stay," Jim said as he wrapped his arm around Blair's stomach.
"Yeah, I'm good with that," Blair agreed sleepily. He shifted back around, and Jim spooned up to his back, listening to his heartbeat as he slipped into sleep.
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Date: 2007-08-18 11:52 pm (UTC)Well we can explore the next time we are together! I'm sure there are still a few things Noreen didn't get to see. ; )
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Date: 2007-08-19 11:49 am (UTC)I think if I stayed a year, there would still be things to see - and don't get me started on Arizona, the DK travel book has so many nice piccies that would look so much better if taken with my camera!
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Thanks both of you for a wonderful stay!
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& litgal? I've been saving this up to read it in one go, but not sure I can hang on...
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Date: 2007-08-18 05:03 pm (UTC)*nods* definitely.
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