By the Book
by Lanning Cook

"Jim? You home?"

"Up here, Chief."

Blair dumped his keys in the basket and stripped off his jacket hurriedly. He didn't like the sound of Jim's voice. And what was he doing in his bedroom at this hour? He took the stairs two at a time.

"Relax, relax," said Jim before Blair was halfway up the stairs. "Just taking it easy."

 Blair came to a stop at the top of the stairs and stared at Jim, who was stretched out on his back on the bed. "Okay, what clued you? Heart rate? Perspiration? Pheromones?"

 "None of the above. I just know you, Chief." Jim was smiling.

Blair chuckled and sat beside his new lover on the bed. "Okay. I know you, too. And Jim Ellison 'taking it easy' at four in the afternoon is bizarre, man. Are you okay?"

Jim grimaced. "Just did a number on my back this morning, Chief. Foot pursuit. Had to climb a fence. They keep getting faster, and I don't. It's feeling better now, though."

"And your backup was where, exactly?"

Jim glared at him. "You sound like Simon."

Blair glared back. "Simon has sense. Geez, Jim, after all your talk about what a by-the-book kind of guy you are."

"Not since you showed up, Bogey," murmured Jim, his gaze wandering over Blair's face and body. "Come here."

The deep, throaty tone of Jim's words went straight to Blair's libido and gave it a good, hard kick. Blair felt himself getting hard, and swallowed. Damn. How does he do that? Blair leaned over his friend, trying hard to regulate his breathing. "You sure you can take the strain, geezer?"

Jim grinned broadly. "Think you're too much man for me to handle, hot stuff?" He grabbed Blair's arms and yanked him toward him.

Blair offered no resistance, but lowered his head and happily plastered his mouth over Jim's, slipping his tongue into Jim's mouth, savoring the taste. Jim moaned softly into the kiss, and finally broke it, panting for air.

"See? You can't even handle a little kiss," said Blair skeptically, trying hard not to pant himself. Jim's kisses would take *anyone's* breath away. "Get your shirt off and roll over."

"Don't you mean get my pants off?" Jim purred, running his hand through Blair's hair.

 "Get your mind out of the gutter, Ellison," retorted Blair in as tart a tone as he could manage. God, the man could melt stone. "I'm going to massage your back. Take off your shirt."

"I will if you will," breathed Jim, unbuttoning Blair's flannel shirt. "You've got way too many clothes on, Chief."

 Blair starting laughing softly, delighted and overwhelmingly turned on. "Don't start something you can't finish, tough guy."

 "I'll finish it," said Jim huskily, unbuttoning the last button. "Take that off."

 Blair took off his shirt and flung it aside, still laughing. "Now you're not, like, going to succumb to your compulsion to *fold* that in the middle of some really mind-blowing sex or anything, are you? I mean-"

 Jim yanked him back down for another kiss. "I'll resist the compulsion," he growled fiercely as he released Blair's mouth.

Blair instantly sealed his mouth over Jim's again, feverishly undoing the buttons of Jim's shirt. He felt Jim hands running slowly, sensuously over his chest and then his back as he pulled Jim's shirt open. Blair moved his hands across Jim's broad, well-muscled chest, reveling in the sensation of barely leashed strength in those muscles. Blair didn't come up for air until he started feeling dizzy.

Jim unsnapped Blair's jeans and slid the zipper down, his eyes never leaving Blair's face. "Been thinking about you all day," he husked.

"Yeah?" Blair struggled to catch his breath. "Any particular context?"

"You. Here. Naked," growled Jim impatiently, tugging on the waistband of Blair's jeans.

 Blair started laughing again. "I was right. You *are* a caveman."

 "Damn straight. Don't you ever forget it."

Blair lunged forward, straddling Jim and pinioning Jim's arms against the pillows. "So am I," he said as fiercely as he could manage around his laughter. "Get those boots off. And take off those pants!"

Jim grinned again. "Make me."

Blair made his best approximation of a growl, and leaned down to devote the attentions of his lips, tongue and teeth to Jim's throat.

Jim laughed delightedly and made a deliberately pitiful pretense of fending him off. "Whoa, whoa ... easy there, tiger."

Thoroughly enjoying himself, Blair slithered down Jim's legs to yank off the offending footwear and socks with fierce enthusiasm, then reached up to unsnap Jim's pants. Blair grabbed the zipper and gave it a tug.

Nothing happened.

And another tug. It wouldn't move.

And yet another. It wouldn't budge.

Jim had installed the fly from hell on his pants. Blair exploded into his favorite monosyllabic obscenity, trying to get a grip on the zipper. Where the hell did this guy get off getting him all hot and bothered when he was wearing some kind of half-assed chastity belt?

"Sandburg, what the hell...?"

"It's stuck."

"It can't be."

Blair glared at him, face hot and chest heaving with frustration. "It's stuck!"

Jim seemed to lose it at that point, and falling back among the pillows he laughed until tears came to his eyes. "Blair ... it was ... just fine ... when I ... put them on this morning...."

"Well, it's not fine now! Dammit, Jim, stop laughing!" Blair gave the zipper another fierce tug, and Jim yelped in discomfort.

"Ow! Easy on the equipment!"

"It won't give," snarled Blair dangerously.

"Let me try," gasped Jim, wiping tears off his face and batting Blair's fevered fingers away from his fly. "Just ... settle down."

"You've got five seconds to get that zipper working or I'm going for the can opener," growled Blair threateningly.

"I've created a monster," gasped Jim, struggling with both his laughter and the zipper.

"Where are the scissors?" snapped Blair, sitting straddled across Jim's legs as he watched Jim's attempts impatiently. He shifted uncomfortably in his too-tight jeans.

"Do you have any idea what these pants cost me? You are *not* cutting them off!" spluttered Jim, trying to catch his breath.

"I'll *chew* them off if you don't get that thing working!"

"You're scaring me, Sandburg," panted Jim around more laughter. "I think it's coming."

"I'm happy for it," growled Blair fiercely. "Now maybe it can share the wealth."

Jim lost his grip on both the zipper and his laughter. "Blair ... just ... don't say ... any more...."

"Gawd, I'd love to have a picture of this," continued Blair wickedly, repressing his own laughter with great difficulty. This was a rare treat; Jim almost never lost it like this. Sexual frustration seemed a small price to pay. "Macho Man Ellison giggling over his fly. This is truly disgusting, man."

Now laughing hysterically, Jim yanked the zipper down the rest of the way and simultaneously launched himself against Blair, who went over onto his back without a fight, giggling. "Yeah! It came, huh? Was it good for it? Were there fireworks, man? Come on, you can tell me-"

"Shut up, you lunatic," laughed Jim helplessly, and captured Blair's laughing mouth in a passionate kiss as he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it aside.

Blair continued to laugh into the kiss as his hands tugged eagerly at Jim's pants. Jim rolled over with Blair in his arms, managing a few quick kisses to Blair's throat before Blair pulled away and yanked Jim's pants down and off.

"Yes! And the *very* expensive pants bite the dust," shouted Blair exultantly, tossing them aside.

Set off again, Jim grabbed Blair and yanked him back down to him. "If you don't stop making me laugh, I'm going to bust a gut and we'll wind up making out in a hospital bed," he said weakly.

"Sorry," grinned Blair, trying to look anything but. He looked over Jim appreciatively. The man was a god. A god in plaid boxers. "Nice boxers, buddy. New?"

"Fashion analysis later," growled Jim impatiently, kissing Blair's throat urgently. "Sex now."

"You're right," breathed Blair unevenly, laughing a little, running his hands down Jim's back and over his ass gently. "You *are* a caveman."

"Nah," chuckled Jim, then swung to strip Blair of his footwear. "If I'd been a real caveman I'd have had you naked before you hit the landing." He took hold of the waistband of Blair's jeans and slid them down and off.

"Oh, you think so, huh?" Blair lunged up and yanked Jim's boxers down. "Get over whatever primeval rights of possession through conquest crap you've got going here, tough guy."

Jim laughed and pushed Blair down under him, somehow managing to wriggle out of his boxers as he did so. "Not a chance." Fending off Blair with one hand, he pulled Blair's boxers down and off. He tossed them away, then pinned Blair to the bed and looked him up and down with such satisfaction and tenderness that Blair fell still and silent … for a moment.

"This caveman stuff isn't by the book," joked Blair weakly, unable to withstand Jim's scrutiny.

"Screw the book. Naked looks good on you," said Jim thickly.

Blair impulsively seized Jim's face between hot hands and kissed him passionately. Jim lowered him gently back to the pillows, returning the kiss, his free hand stroking, caressing, and fondling with such skill that Blair felt certain that Jim had several more hands than was physically possible. Blair broke the kiss, panting softly, and Jim nuzzled his neck, then showered it with gentle nips and touches of tongue.

Blair's eyes drifted closed, sliding his hands over Jim's hips to caress his ass. God, the man was incredible. They'd only been lovers for a few weeks, but Jim could play Blair's body like an instrument. He knew Blair's every hot spot as intimately as if they'd been lovers for years. Maybe his senses helped. Maybe all Sentinels knew how to drive their Guides crazy in bed. Or maybe Jim Ellison was just a love god. "Oh, man.... Yeah. That's...." Blair dismissed his slightly incoherent musings on the subject and uttered a wild cry as Jim's hand reached his swollen cock, circled it and stroked it. Jim's tongue laved Blair's right nipple tenderly. "Jim!"

He was a love god.

Jim kissed him tenderly on the mouth and throat as he pressed his naked body to Blair's. Blair wondered for a split second if Jim felt the power of that touch. The sensations always hit Blair like a tidal wave; he could only imagine what Jim was experiencing. He moaned softly at the jarring delight of Jim's erection pressed to his own. Every quiver of muscle, every uneven breath, every moment of ache from his taut cock, every warm but rapidly cooling spot on Blair's body where Jim had pressed hand or tongue pounded like thunder through Blair's awareness.

Jim's mouth abandoned Blair's throat to trace wet kisses down his belly, and Blair groaned as Jim's ass moved out of reach. He moved his hands restlessly across Jim's back and shoulders.

"Jim ... man, let me touch you...."

"Later," mumbled Jim between kisses.

Blair groaned in frustration. "Later? What later? How much later? When is later?"

Blair heard Jim stifle a laugh, after which he promptly and with gentle enthusiasm sealed his mouth around the end of Blair's gently weeping cock.

Blair screamed inarticulately and brought both hands down violently against the mattress. "God! Oh, God, Jim … give a guy some … warning…. Oh, God." Jim slid more of Blair into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the sensitive organ tenderly. Blair pounded the mattress with open hands and cried out wildly, every muscle in his body quivering, every pore dripping sweat and unchained desire.

"Jim ... please ... want ... take me ... now!"

"So ... I guess I'm doing this right, huh?"

Blair's eyes few open in outrage. "What ...hell ... sadistic ... don't ... stop!"

"I was just hoping for some constructive criticism."

Blair let loose with a howl of frustrated indignation that echoed off the vaulted ceiling, and he felt Jim chuckling as he took Blair's cock into his mouth again. Blair was instantly lost in the sensations. Nobody but Jim had ever made him feel like this; made him lose it, scream, beg for more. Jim could instantly dismantle every defense mechanism and trace of pride Blair possessed. And Blair loved every second of it.

Blair groped blindly for the drawer in the nightstand, yanked it open and after a few fevered seconds of rummaging, found the lubricant. "Jim … please … now … I need you…."

Jim slowly pulled his mouth away. "I'm just developing a rhythm here, Sandburg. Just relax, I'll let you know when I'm ready."

"*I'm* ready *now*!" hissed Blair furiously, trying to ignore Jim's soft, delighted cackle. "What's the matter, have you forgotten the rest? Shall I run out and pick up a book for you?"

Jim slid up to look into Blair's face with an surprised expression. "A what?"

"I guess you *do* need help. There's an adult bookstore over on-"

"I don't need a damn book," growled Jim, snatching up the lubricant.

Blair let his grin turn wicked. Ellison was *so* easy. "Sure you do. You're a by-the-book kind of guy. You need directions, right? No problem; we can write our own. Step Five: Insert Tab A into Slot B and press *firmly*...."

Jim exploded into laughter and dropped the lubricant onto Blair's stomach. "Jesus ... Sandburg."

"What? Did I skip a step?" Laughing softly now, Blair picked up the lubricant and took Jim's hand, applying a liberal amount to Jim's fingers and his own.

"Yeah," chuckled Jim. "What happened to steps one through four?"

Blair suddenly reached down to claim Jim's cock. "I think this is step one," he breathed teasingly at Jim's sharp intake of breath. Blair's hot, well-lubricated fingers coated Jim's swollen organ slowly, enticingly.

"God, Blair," gasped Jim a little wildly. "Don't...." He seized Blair's wrists and forced them down to the bed.

"Wrong step?" asked Blair innocently, delighted.

"Wrong step," growled Jim, releasing Blair's hands. "I'll take it from here. Those directions are all coming back to me now."

"Yeah? Prove it," breathed Blair. He curled his arms around Jim's neck, kissing him, his tongue thrusting into Jim's mouth with a persistent, driving rhythm. Jim groaned into the kiss, and Blair slid one hand down to Jim's cock again. Slot B wanted Tab A so badly it hurt.

Not breaking the kiss, one of Jim's hands slid down over Blair's hip to his inner thigh to exactly the right place - a place where the sensitive nerves clustered and their heat pulsed just beneath Blair's skin - and stroked it, fondled it, teased it without mercy until Blair broke the kiss, crying out Jim's name. Jim sealed his mouth firmly to Blair's again, his own tongue doing the work this time, as his hand moved back across Blair's hip to caress his ass roughly. Blair pulled out of the kiss, gasping, but Jim reclaimed his mouth immediately, pressing his body to Blair's, pinning him to the bed as he shifted his position to slide between Blair's legs. Blair groaned as their erections pressed against each other and broke the kiss again, panting for air. "God ... Jim ... please...."

"*That's* step one," murmured Jim. Jim pressed mouth, lips and teeth to Blair's throat as both his hands slid between the bed and Blair's ass to fondle it possessively. Blair groaned incoherently in response, and lifted his legs, knees bent. Jim slid back and pulled Blair's legs to his chest, breathing harshly, his lubricated hands continuing to caress those cheeks teasingly, then allowing one hand to trace a tempting, maddening line from anus to scrotum.

Blair uttered a single, incomprehensible cry, then whimpered softly and moaned Jim's name, pushing himself toward him. "Please ... please!"

"Please what?" asked Jim innocently, still caressing and fondling Blair's inner thighs and ass.

Blair moaned, struggling for a coherent response. Then Jim pushed his cheeks apart and slid one finger gently into Blair's opening. "Please *that*?"

Blair cried out wildly as he reached out to grab Jim's arms. "Jim! Yes! Oh, God...."

Jim swallowed convulsively. "I've lost my place. What step is this, now?" He stroked his finger in and out of Blair's tight opening, setting a fast, steady pace.

Blair uttered an infuriated howl and tightened his grip on Jim's arms. "Can't ... step ... want ... now ... Jim!"

Jim increased the tempo, and Blair writhed, whimpering softly. "What step is it?"

Blair drew a shaky breath. "Two! Two! God, Jim, take me!"

Jim took and deep breath and slipped in a second finger, applying gentle, loving pressure, stretching Blair's opening, making him ready for him. Blair uttered something close to a scream, but it had nothing to do with pain.

"Jim! Please ... please...."

"Step three," rasped Jim. "You know, Sandburg, you're right. I am a by-the-book kind of guy."

"Screw ... book ... want...."

"And you should *always* read the directions carefully before beginning any project."

"Fuck ... read ... project ... take...."

"It's a good thing one of us thinks of these things," panted Jim, slipping in a third finger, slowing and deepening his strokes into Blair's passage. "I think that's Step Four." Blair cried out incoherently, then tried to push himself against Jim, to deepen the contact. "Am I right?"

Blair groaned helplessly. "Four! Damn ... directions ... take ... Please!"

Jim laughed softly and leaned down to kiss him, and Blair leaned up to seal his mouth to Jim's enthusiastically. Their tongues caressed each other tenderly for a moment, and Jim gently eased Blair down again and slowly pushed himself into Blair's opening. Blair groaned with the exquisite pleasure of the sensation. He felt the walls of his passage tense, then slowly forced them to relax. He let his eyes drift shut and pulled on Jim's hips, urging him on, urging him deeper.

Jim started moving in and out of Blair gently, every move a tender one, his eyes riveted to Blair's face and his fingers curled around Blair's cock, which he stroked to the rhythm of his thrusts. Blair cried out in soft pleasure with each stroke at first, then after a few moments groaned in frustration and began trying to do some thrusting of his own, moving his hips in impatient counterpoint to Jim's movements.

"Jim ... man ... come on. I won't break," he gasped, pulling on Jim's arms. "Let's go!"

Jim's eyes widened. "Let's go? What do you think we're doing?" he panted.

Blair drew in a sharp breath and clutched Jim's arms tightly, bucking up against him roughly. "Come on, caveman! Let's ... get some ... possession through ... conquest going here!"

"I ... thought you told me ... to forget about possessing you."

"I changed my mind!" shouted Blair wildly. "Possess me!"

"Blair...."

"Now!" howled Blair furiously, slapping both hands hard against Jim's chest. "Unless you want me ... oh, God, yes ... to go for the book!"

Jim did laugh at that, although where he found the breath to do so eluded Blair. "You can take that book and-"

"Yeah? And what?" panted Blair. "What'd you do ... if I just got up and ... went for it, huh?"

"I'd stop you," said Jim hoarsely, tightening his grip on Blair's legs. "I'd...."

"Hold me down ... and screw me into next week?" breathed Blair when Jim hesitated.

"Yes," growled Jim with obvious satisfaction at the thought. "Hold you down and screw you into next week."

Blair laughed exultantly; he grabbed Jim's forearms for leverage and made a deliberately weak attempt to pull away from Jim He seized Blair's arms and forced them to the bed, at the same time slamming into Blair as hard as he could. Blair arched his back and screamed Jim's name so loudly that the walls echoed with the sound, and Jim pulled out and slammed into him again, then set up a frenzied pace of powerful thrusts, not as hard but just deep as the first.

Blair was instantly reduced to a nonstop babble of monosyllabic passion, his hands gripping first Jim's arms, then his hips, every touch a fierce caress of encouragement. "Jim ... yes ... hot ... need...." Blair's fingernails dug into Jim's skin convulsively.

Jim ruthlessly increased the pace. Blair felt himself being quickly reduced to fevered whimpers, totally overcome by the sensory onslaught. God, it had never been this good, not even with Jim. Blair never wanted to forget how Jim looked at that moment: his eyes half-closed; his face flushed; his expression one of unadulterated and ecstatic pleasure; his rhythmically moving body covered in a fine sweat; his mouth shaping nothing but disjointed words of encouragement and unleashed desire. Blair felt the heat building at the base of his spine and groaned. He didn't want this to be over. Not now. Not ever.

Before Blair could finish his thought, Jim shouted Blair's name and came, continuing to shout Blair's name over and over again, continuing to pound into Blair. Blair felt his body clench around Jim's cock, felt Jim's hot semen pump into him and surged up toward Jim to clutch his shoulders, screaming Jim's name as the wet heat of his release spilled into Jim's hand. Blair let go almost immediately and fell back to the bed, moaning softly. Jim remained bent over Blair for a moment, stunned.

"God, Chief," he muttered incoherently, breathing hard.

Blair stared up at him, panting wordlessly.

Jim took a few more breaths, then gently and with obvious reluctance pulled himself out of Blair, and slid up to take his friend in his arms. Blair closed his eyes and settled into Jim's embrace easily, happily, his breathing shallow and shaky.

"Oh, my God," said Jim faintly.

"Jim," murmured Blair, "That was...."

"Did I hurt you?"

Blair's eyes few open in astonishment. "*Hurt* me? Of course you didn't hurt me."

Jim closed his eyes and buried his face in Blair's damp curls. "I just ... lost control."

Blair chuckled weakly. "Yeah? Find out how much it wants to *stay* lost. I'll pay."

Jim laughed softly. He planted a soft kiss under Blair's ear, looking somewhat reassured. "Thanks, Chief," he whispered. "No one's ever made me feel like that. You were...." Jim's voice trailed off and a frustrated expression crossed his face.

Blair curled his arms around Jim, caressing Jim's shoulders and back soothingly. "So were you," he said gently. "You always are. Love you, big guy."

"Love you too," whispered Jim, stroking Blair's hair away from his face.

"But I've gotta tell you that you've blown the 'by-the-book guy' image for all time, man." Blair looked up at him teasingly. He was surprised to see Jim smile quite happily.

"Nope. Same guy, Chief. Different book."

End

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