Pairings: J/B, other pairing
Category: Drama, First Time
Disclaimer: Not mine, also no money was made from this, blah, blah, blah.
Notes: It's been a year since I wrote and posted my
first story, so this is kind of an anniversary story for me. *g*. I must
warn you all that 'Thank You...' has the never ending sex scene between
Jim and Blair. It just kept growing, and growing, and growing. So I
apologize for that. (Yeah, right!). Also, if you think Blair and handcuffs
don't mix together, don't read this. Last warning, the First Time category
in the story is NOT for J/B.
As usual, DarkCherry, Monica, Helen and Sherri, my beloved betas, you
have my undying gratitude. Bine, you're still my favorite muse. And last,
but definitely not least, a huge HUG to the CEO's of SSOTWU (Slash Sisters
Of The World Unite), Patt Rose and Susan for the wonderful laughs and
support. And Patt, I'm sorry I used your son's name for one of my bad
guys. I promise not to do it again... much. Lol.
Summary: Someone is trying to kill Brian Rafe and MC wants to catch the culprit. Jim goes undercover but things don't turn out as expected for the cops.
Thank you for loving me
~~Bon Jovi - Thank You For Loving Me~~
Detective Brian Rafe looked up to the sky and groaned disgruntledly.
Just another grey and depressingly wet day in Cascade.
"So what else is new? God, I'm so sick of this weather!" he muttered to
He remained at the entrance of his apartment building, protected from
the rain and the glacier winds that seemed to be sweeping Cascade of late,
waiting for Blair to come around. Rafe's car had met with an unnatural
demise two days before at the hands of a couple of banks robbers, and
since Blair was on the same shift at the PD, he'd agreed to pick Rafe up.
And damn the man, he was going to make them late. Again.
A horn finally startled him from his gloom, and he couldn't help but
smile as Blair waved from Jim's truck. How he'd managed to convince the
gruff cop to let him have it, Rafe would never guess. Ellison pampered
that truck like a son and watched over it with a hawk-eye. God forbid
anyone touching it, or making a dent on it. Not that anyone tried to get
close to the truck; no one wanted to face the wrath of Ellison. Rafe
shivered just thinking about it.
Blair saw Brian leave his safe haven and make a run for the truck,
snickering as his friend got soaking wet in only a few seconds. A sudden
movement caught his attention, and he watched as a man stepped out of a
phone booth only a few feet away from Rafe. There was nothing threatening
in that, except that the man was carrying a gun and was aiming it at his
"Rafe, behind you!"
The next moment happened with alarming speed, and slow motion
simultaneously, for both detectives. As he watched the man move closer to
Brian, Blair left the safety of the truck, pulling his weapon and aiming
it at the bastard who dared threaten his friend.
"Cascade PD! Freeze!"
The man grinned at him; a dazed expression on his face, and Blair felt
his heart contract painfully as he realized the man was stoned. He froze
as the man turned his attention back to his prey, his finger beginning to
squeeze the trigger.
Instinct took over when Rafe heard Blair's warning shout. He somehow
found his own gun and without a moment's thought fired it, his shot in
unison with Blair's. He felt a stinging pain on his left shoulder and knew
he was hit, but to his relief the man dropped to the floor, struck either
by his or Blair's fire.
"Rafe, are you okay?" Blair asked, turning his attention back to his
fellow detective after checking the killer was dead.
Rafe turned slightly dull eyes to his friend. "Yeah, I think so.
Blair nodded. "Fine, but you're bleeding, man. I'll call for backup and
Once the calls were made, Blair joined his friend. The bullet wound
didn't seem too serious, but it wasn't every day that someone took a shot
at you, and he wanted to stay close until the ambulance arrived.
"So, what do you think?" Rafe asked, looking at him. "Random shooting?
He was stoned, might be shooting at an hallucination, a figment of his own
imagination, someone only he could see."
Blair looked at the body lying on the concrete and shook his head
"I don't think so, man. The way he looked at you... I think he knew
exactly who he was trying to kill."
A few hours later, after leaving the hospital, both Rafe and Blair
marched into the bullpen. Brian had to stop every few steps to reassure
someone that he was really alive and okay. It felt good to be a part of
the team and to know that the people he worked with cared what happened to
him. It was an amazing sensation and despite the terrifying morning he'd
had, it gave Rafe a warm comforting feeling inside.
The two young detectives strolled right up to their Captain's office
and knocked just before entering. Jim and Henri were already there, and by
the looks of things they'd been busy.
"Hey, Brian! Are you okay?"
Rafe smiled. "Yeah, H, just fine, thanks to Blair. If he hadn't seen
the guy, I'd be the one at the morgue right now."
"Which reminds me," Simon started, feeling his heartbeat return to
normal now that he was sure his detective was fine. Now was not the time
or place to analyze his feelings, but he knew he was moving into dangerous
waters. He hadn't felt that way about a man in a very long time, and
getting involved with someone who was his subordinate was beyond insane,
but it was getting harder to resist the signals Rafe unconsciously kept
sending his way. "We already have his ID. His name was Eric Tyler, twenty,
his father is the only living relative. Has a record for breaking and
entering, but that was six years ago. Nothing since then," he informed his
detectives, his mind getting back to the problem at hand.
"Any gang tattoos?" Blair asked.
"No," Jim shook his head dejectedly. "He had traces of what felt like
tattoos, but they've been lasered off. There was no way to tell what they
might've been," he finished, with a look that meant that even his Sentinel
sense of touch hadn't been enough to identify the erased tattoos.
"Umm, that costs money," Rafe noticed thoughtfully. "He had a job?"
"We don't know yet," H replied. "We're still checking and looking for
his father as well. Maybe he can shed some light on why his son suddenly
decided to go shooting at cops."
"Which is exactly what I want to know. The why," Simon stated. "I
managed to make the press think this was a random shooting, just another
wacko with a gun out to get the world, but that is highly unlikely given
Rafe's profession. So, I want a review of all of Rafe's case files and
trial dates. And Rafe," Simon continued, ignoring the groans his order
generated, "...until we get this straight, you need to keep a low profile.
I want someone with you at all times, even if it's to use the men's room.
"Good. Back to work, gentlemen."
The four cops left the office, and Jim turned to the two younger
"Nice shooting, by the way. Two bullets straight through the heart. You
both win the jackpot!" he finished with a grin.
"Funny, man, fuuunnnyyy. Don't quit your day job, Ellison!" Blair
snorted, his face falling as he glanced at the amount of case files from
Rafe they had to check. "Oh, man! This is going to take forever!"
"Then we better get started. The sooner we start, the sooner we
finish," H remarked with a touch of philosophy in his voice, making the
They were about to sit down and attack the workload when Megan walked
"Hey, guys. We located Tyler's father. Michael's brought him in. Room
Jim and Blair went in to question the man while Rafe and Henri watched
from behind the one-way window.
"Good cop, bad cop?" Jim asked his partner with a grin.
Blair regarded the dejected figure sitting alone in the interrogation
room and shook his head.
"I don't think we'll need that. Let's test the waters first and see how
Jim nodded and followed his partner inside, closing the door behind
"Mr. Tyler, I'm Detective Jim Ellison, this is my partner, Blair
Sandburg. We'd like to ask you some questions about your son."
John Tyler was in his late fifties, with greying black hair and pain
filled green eyes.
"I don't know what happened, detective," he nearly whispered, obviously
heartbroken about what his son had tried to do. "Eric wasn't bad. We had
our problems, especially after his mother died, but this... I don't
understand, I just don't. The man he tried to kill, is he okay?"
"Mr. Tyler, did Eric have a job?" Blair asked, softly. He couldn't help
feeling sorry for the man. He couldn't even begin to understand what it
must be like to lose a son, especially in such a way.
"Yes, he did, and he went to school at night too. He wanted to get his
studies done, so he would be able to get a better job in the future, you
know? He wanted to be someone. I was so proud of him..."
"Where did he work?" Jim asked.
"Stargaze Art Gallery. He was a sort of Jack-of-all-trades for the
owner. Anything that needed to be done, Eric would take care of it. He
loved it there, was always talking about what he did there and how much he
liked the owner, Natalie Perry."
"Shit," Rafe whispered as he heard the name, and Henri glanced at
"Know her?" he asked, curiously.
"Did you ever meet Natalie Perry?" Blair questioned on the other side
of the window.
"Once. Didn't like her much, no matter what Eric said. She threw a big
party at the Gallery and Eric brought me with him. Too much booze and
drugs for my taste."
"Drugs? Did Eric --"
"Do drugs?" Tyler interrupted Jim. "Not until he started working there,
after that it wasn't unusual for him to arrive home stoned. I told him he
should quit it, leave that job and that woman, but he said she was going
to help him buy a house uptown."
Jim and Blair exchanged knowing looks. Buying a house, especially in
the rich part of town, cost money. And a Jack-of-all-trades, as Tyler
named it, wouldn't be able to make enough money for that kind of house, at
least working for such a small period of time.
"Why would Natalie give Tyler so much money?" Blair whispered to his
partner, although he thought he knew the answer already.
"It was a pay-off," Jim whispered as well. "She paid him to kill Rafe.
Eric might've been the one to squeeze the trigger, but she was the one who
put the gun in his hands. Now all we need is to know why."
Fifteen minutes later, John Tyler was gone, and the four detectives
were back in their Captain's office.
"Well?" Simon asked, shrewd dark eyes locked on Rafe's hazel ones.
The young man let out a shuddering breath.
"Just before I joined Major Crimes, I was involved in a major bust.
This other guy and I put away a bastard called Thomas Darrow for drug
smuggling. He was one of the partners in Stargaze Art Gallery. He used the
art shipments coming or going from the Gallery to receive large amounts of
drugs from his suppliers and then used the same method to send the drugs
to his dealers. All very discreet and careful, until one day while moving
through customs at the airport, someone noticed that a crate that was
suppose to have a precious painting was damaged. Imagine their surprise
when besides the painting, they found a few kilos of heroine! Anyway, we
got Darrow, but we never had enough to arrest his partner, and now sole
owner of the gallery, Natalie Perry."
"And after a number of delays, the case is finally going to trial in
five weeks," Henri informed them, having checked after Rafe told him about
Perry. "What's worse, the other cop involved in the bust with Rafe,
Jonathan Simpson, had a very lethal car accident yesterday morning, which
is an unbelievable coincidence."
"Yes," Simon nodded. "And I don't believe in coincidences. Rafe, from
now on, and until the trial, you're going to a safe house."
"Oh, come on, Captain!"
"I don't want to hear it, Detective! It's not up for discussion!" the
Captain growled. Feelings involved or not, he was not about to let one of
his detectives on the loose when someone was out to get him.
"Good. Now, we need to make the woman show her true colors. Since the
press reported the incident this morning as a random shooting, she doesn't
know we're on to her. Find out if she's looking for someone to replace
Tyler. It's an important job, so she must be in a hurry. Jim, if she is
looking for a replacement, apply for the job, Sandburg will be your back
up. Brown, take care of security on the safe house and take first shift.
That's all, gentlemen!"
They strolled out of the office in a dark mood.
"You know, we could just arrest the bitch," Rafe grumbled
Jim shook his head. "You know that wouldn't work, we don't have enough
evidence. And there's no guarantee that if pressed enough, she'd confess.
This way is better."
"I know," Rafe confessed. "I just don't like the idea of you guys doing
all the work, while I have to hide."
"Hey man, we're a team," Henri said, patting his back. "We want you
safe and around for a long time. You'd do the same for us, wouldn't
Rafe grinned. "For Jim and Blair, yes. For you... I'm not sure."
Brown flipped him the bird, then shook his head. "That's gratitude for
ya. Ungrateful s.o.b.!" he muttered, making the others laugh. "Come on,
Your Majesty, time to drive you to the safe house."
Brian grimaced. "Oh, goody!"
"Okay, the interview with Natalie Perry is set. I have to be there in
about thirty minutes. I'll be presenting myself with the name Jim Grant,
and I have a record. Nothing major, just small theft, breaking and
entering. I'm sure she checked Tyler before she hired him, and since he
had a record, I'm guessing it's a requirement for the job," Jim told Simon
with a smile.
"Here." Blair handed his partner a small device resembling a pager.
"This is a limited range transmitter, it will work for about a mile, but
I'll stay close. It looks like a pager, she won't be able to tell the
difference and it's not so unusual for you to have one, lots of people
"I'm not taking this."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not," Jim stated, his jaw set stubbornly.
Blair felt an urge to leap from his seat and shake some sense into the
aggravating man. Instead he rose fluently from the chair and pulled his
unwilling partner with him.
"Excuse us, Captain."
The young man dragged his partner out of the office, not stopping until
they reached the bathroom. Then he pushed Jim inside, made sure they were
alone, locked the door and turned to his Sentinel.
"You *are* going to take this thing, even if I have to shove it up your
ass, Ellison! The woman is dangerous and I want to be able to hear what's
going on. *And* in case you're forgetting, the Sentinel in this
partnership is you, not me! Plus, I like your head right where it is,
thank you very much."
He stepped closer to his partner, and in a sudden move, reached out and
covered the older man's mouth with his own, plundering the willing cave,
tasting everything about the man he loved with every fiber of his
"God," he whispered, when their lips parted. "I missed this..."
Jim snickered. "We made love just this morning, Chief!"
"So? It's not my fault I have too much stamina and you tire too
easily," he grinned, taunting his lover. "I'm hard to satisfy, amore
"I'll show you who tires easily tonight," Jim purred in his ear,
grinning as he felt the smaller body glued to his own, shudder. "You won't
be able to walk tomorrow... Amore mio."
And with that, he snatched the transmitter from his lover's lax hand,
and unlocking the door, walked out whistling softly.
"Bastard," Blair muttered, knowing his lover would hear, shifting to
accommodate his suddenly tight jeans. "I'll make you pay for this, you
Megan couldn't understand why, while passing by her, Jim suddenly began
to laugh softly. But knowing the Sentinel and his partner, those two were
up to no good. She'd better stay out of the way for a while.
"Mr. Grant, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Please come in."
Jim followed the woman into her office, surreptitiously checking her
out. There was no doubt she was beautiful, tall, with a lean body, and a
shape most women would die for, huge green eyes, and long, wavy red hair.
It was easy to see why Eric Tyler had fallen for her, whether as a friend
or something more, but there was something in her eyes, something hard and
shrewd that belied the easiness and gentleness she portrayed. She was
definitely dangerous, Jim decided.
"Thank you, Mrs. Perry,"
"Ms. Perry, or better yet, Natalie. Please, sit down."
Keeping to his part, Jim nodded and smiled somewhat shyly, taking the
offered chair. He felt confident he would get the job. The reason why
she'd kept him waiting was because she'd been checking him out. He'd heard
her make a few calls and finding out about Jim Grant's criminal record.
Things were looking good.
"So, Mr. Grant --"
She smiled and nodded. "Okay, Jim. How did you hear about this job?
This was all so sudden, I didn't even have time to place an ad in the
"Luck. A friend of mine was passing by the Gallery, saw the "Help
wanted" poster outside and called me right away. I needed a job, so..." he
"Very well. I need a hands on kind of person. Things always need
fixing, and I need someone to keep on top of that. There's even a small
room in the back, in case you need to stay here at night. There's probably
more you can do to help, more stuff I will want you to do, but let's start
small. I want to see how you do first."
"You mean the job is mine?" Jim asked, a huge smile breaking
"Yes. Only two other people applied so far and I didn't like either of
them, so the job is yours."
"Oh, great! Thank you so much!" He shook her hand effusively, his smile
widening. "When do I start?"
"Tomorrow morning will be okay. Be here by nine, I'll show you around
and give you a list of things to do."
"Right. See you tomorrow then, Ms... uh, Natalie."
She watched him go and shook her head. Just another airhead. With any
luck she might be able to talk Grant into picking up where Tyler had left
off, killing that bastard cop. And Grant having a criminal record was half
way to getting what she wanted. It was in her hands to make sure that
Brian Rafe wouldn't testify against her lover. Ever.
Jim sighed in relief as he felt the pounding spray of water washing
away the last of the day's frustrations, his body finally beginning to
relax. He turned his face into the spray, letting the droplets massage his
temples until he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He then bowed his
head so that the water could cascade over his shoulders. There was nothing
quite as soothing as a hot shower to relieve tension and erase all traces
of the sensory input he was forced to endure every day.
Jim's thoughts turned to Rafe and the attempt on his life. He was going
to do everything he could to make Perry slip somehow, he had to, or they
might end up losing the young detective. And there was no way in hell he
was going to let that happen. He genuinely liked Brian, he was a good
friend and cop, and Sentinel imperative or not, he was going to do his
damndest to protect him.
The soft sound of the bathroom door opening and Blair entering seized
all thoughts of their current case. The Sentinel smiled as he heard his
lover slowly taking off his clothes and moving to join him under the warm
Two arms wrapped gently around his waist and he felt his lover's head
resting against his back.
"I told you I was going to make you pay, didn't I? Payback time, Jim,"
Blair whispered, his breath caressing his lover's warm slick skin,
enjoying the shudder that shook Jim's larger frame.
Blair turned his lover around to face him, locking amused sapphire eyes
on cautious steel blue ones. Jim's guarded expression caused him to
"And payback's a bitch," the young man breathed softly across a nipple,
enjoying how it peaked. His hands traveled down the expanse of his
Sentinel's chest, fingers trailing over the strong muscles and the
hairless chest, a sigh of delight escaping from his lips at his lover's
beautiful, taut body.
The young man pressed his erection against the body driving him crazy
with arousal and sought to capture the alluring lips for a soul shattering
kiss, as he felt Jim's arms surrounding him, one hand roughly grabbing
hold of his hair, the other kneading his buttocks possessively, pulling
him impossibly closer.
"Uh," he purred, with a wicked grin. "Jim flavor, I love it."
Jim whimpered, his enhanced sense of touch making his skin feel alight,
as his lover's sturdy body rubbed sensually against his own. They locked
gazes again, and Jim watched entranced as the warm water running down his
lover's face, highlighted the long damp lashes, those huge ocean blue orbs
more enticing than ever.
"Jim," Blair breathed suddenly, beginning to worship the body close to
his with a thoroughness that left the Sentinel gasping for air.
Blair slid wantonly down Jim's slick frame, slowly leaving a trail of
light kisses down the older man's throat, stopping to nibble and lick an
earlobe, running his tongue teasingly over twin nipples until they stood
firm. He kissed, nipped and nibbled every bit of flesh he could reach,
paying special homage to the amazing pecs and taut stomach, feeling the
muscles quivering under his touch, until Jim was unable to do more than
whimper and beg for mercy.
The young man's lush mouth hungrily kissed the insides of Jim's strong
thighs while his hands massaged his ass tenderly. Leaning his upper body
against the shower wall for support, Jim entangled his hands in his
lover's long soaked curls, guiding his talented lips to where they were
The young man finally relented and worked his way to the firm cock,
rubbing his cheek lightly across the weeping erection, leaving behind a
trail of precome. Jim moaned at the sensation of stubble running over his
sensitive flesh, his head arched back as he writhed under his lover's
touch, the feeling nearly overwhelming him. Blair's tongue darted out and
licked the head of Jim's shaft, swallowing the throbbing erection into his
warm, moist mouth, fighting the urge to grin as his lover drew in a deep
ragged breath. Determined to give Jim the blow job of his life, Blair
massaged the tender balls, alternating between sucking and licking on the
hard shaft, keeping his Sentinel lover from guessing as to what he would
Blair's hands moved to his lover's ass once more, skimming a finger
between the clenched cheeks to tease the tight ring of muscle. Water
helped the penetration as he pushed the digit into the tight channel that
led deep inside Jim's body, followed by a second finger, until his lover
was moving back onto his digits and fucking his mouth at the same time.
Soon Jim's thrusts increased in speed and Blair readied himself for the
rush of hot salty-bitter liquid that would soon fill his mouth. He
deep-throated the hard shaft suddenly, the contractions of his throat
making the other man groan loudly, one of his fingers caressing his
lover's pleasure point, and Jim came explosively, his whole body
convulsing, emptying himself down his lover's throat, shouting Blair's
The young man held Jim against the wall, licking the now softening cock
in cat-like fashion, giving it a last tender kiss before finally moving
"God," Jim whispered, sliding down the wall to sit on the bathtub's
Blair kissed him tenderly and grinned, "Are you okay?"
Jim chuckled. "Yeah, but I think you killed the last of my brain
The young man laughed teasingly. "No problem. It will just re-enforce
what I've been saying all along, I'm the brain, you're the brawn," Blair
He knew nothing could be further from the truth. Jim was one of the
most intelligent men Blair'd ever met, even if he was biased. The way his
lover managed to solve case after case was awe-inspiring. The Sentinel
senses might help find the right clues, but it was Jim's mind that came up
with the solution to the mystery. The younger man couldn't be prouder of
his life mate.
The cop cuffed him weakly on the head. "You just wait until I recover,
Junior. I don't get mad, I get even," he finished with a grin, enjoying
the way his lover narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Served him right for
frying his brain. "Come on, Chief, let's get out of here. The water is
They stood up, and Jim couldn't help noticing that his lover was still
hard. He chuckled to himself as they stepped out of the cooling water and
grabbed a towel each. It would only make his revenge sweeter.
Taking his time, Jim turned the water off, dried himself and combed his
hair, working out the last details of his plan as he cast furtive glances
at his partner.
When Blair was finally dry and getting ready to get dressed, Jim
Ellison, Sentinel of the Great City, made his move. In a swift motion, he
wrapped his arms around his lover, hugging him from behind and nuzzling
the beautiful neck. Nibbling an earlobe tenderly, Jim brushed his hips
onto Blair's in a slow, arousing rhythm, rubbing his firming length
against the younger man's ass.
"What do you say we take care of that?" he whispered, a finger trailing
down Blair's hard cock.
"Uh," the young man moaned. "Yes..."
Jim dragged him to their bed, both lying down slowly on the covers,
smiling tenderly at each other, their love plain to see in their eyes. The
Sentinel crawled on top of his lover, blanketing Blair with his bigger
body, lacing his fingers with Blair's, pinning his lover's hands above his
head. Before the young man could even tell what was going on, he was
cuffed by the wrists to the headboard.
"What the --? Jim?" Blair looked up at his cuffed hands, then turned
his wide eyes on his lover. "What --?"
"I told you, I don't get mad, I get even," Jim smirked. "It's my turn
now, Junior. Just lay back and enjoy the ride."
Blair rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed, but the truth was, he
was excited. It wasn't every day that Jim got inventive in bed, and he had
to confess that the feel of the cuffs were rather erotic.
The Sentinel brought his mouth to the tender junction of Blair's throat
and shoulder. He drew the flesh there up between his teeth and nipped
until he was sure it would leave a mark, then lapped at the love bite
gently to sooth the hurt. Jim's hands began caressing heated skin with
Sentinel touch, finding all of his lover's hot spots, using fingers,
tongue and lips to torture him with pleasure, until Blair was moaning and
trembling beneath him.
"Ready to surrender, Junior?" he teased mercilessly.
"Yes, oh yes..." Blair breathed, nearly out of his mind with
He watched as his lover reached over to grab the lube from the
nightstand. Jim popped open the top of the lube and poured some of it onto
his fingers. Reaching behind his body, he began to prepare himself, his
hooded eyes locking with his aroused lover.
Blair moaned at the wanton display, exhaling loudly as Jim finger
fucked himself, his sweat covered skin flushed pink, his cock rock hard
again. This was the Jim no one else was allowed to see, the Jim that held
nothing back, no defenses, no shields, and no reserve. He was giving
everything he was to Blair, and the young man was entranced. He'd never
seen anyone more beautiful, lustful, and sensual in his life.
Wanting to taste his lover's sweet lips, Jim lowered his head and
claimed the lush mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting the moist haven, stealing
Blair's breath away and replacing it with his own. Parting reluctantly
from the pliant mouth, he licked Blair's lips one more time before
continuing to stretch his opening for the penetration to come.
Jim's hips bucked backwards as he thrust his fingers into his ass,
little whimpers escaping his kiss-swollen lips as he stretched himself,
looking directly at his lover as he did so, teasing him, arousing him,
provoking him. Knowing that not being able to touch him was driving Blair
to the point of madness.
"God," Blair groaned, arching of the bed, petitioning his Sentinel with
his body. "Jim, please..."
Jim relented with a smile, slipping the fingers from his body. He
straddled the younger man, grabbing the lube
again, emptying more into his palm and coating Blair's hard cock
thoroughly. He moved slightly down his lover's body, taking Blairīs cock
in his hand and guiding the firm shaft into his opening. Jim began to
impale himself slowly until he took all of the young man's cock
inside himself, causing Blair to moan softly as he was sheathed in his
lover's tight heat.
They remained still for a moment, just enjoying the intimate embrace,
savoring the feeling of being joined together. Then Jim began to move his
hips slowly, his lover meeting him stroke for stroke, both men moaning as
their bodies moved as one in an ancient dance. Jim's right hand began to
pump his own cock, stroking up and down in time with their movements. His
other hand trailed up his body to tease his nipples, pinching and rubbing
the hard pebbles, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Soon it wasn't enough and their thrusts increased in speed, until
finally Jim's body stiffened, and with his lover's name on his lips, he
orgasmed powerfully, muscles straining, his come covering his hand and
both their stomachs as it spurted freely from his shaft. Feeling his
erection squeezed by Jim's heated channel was too much for Blair, and
after two more powerful thrusts, his body arched of the bed and with a
deep whimper he released his seed into his Sentinel.
With Blair's softening cock still inside him, Jim swooped down and
captured his lover's lips. He snatched the cuff keys from the nightstand,
freeing his lover and caressing the wrists tenderly to make sure they were
"Shit," Blair huffed. "I'll have to make you want to get even with me
more often. That was amazing!"
Jim smiled widely at his lover, using the small towel by the bed to
clean them both.
"Yes, it was," he whispered sleepily, wrapping his strong arms around
his lover, a sigh escaping his lips as they lay twined together.
Jim rested his head on his lover's hairy chest and hummed contentedly,
burrowing into his mate's warmth. Blair chuckled drowsily and hugged the
Sentinel to him, closing his eyes and listening as the other man
surrendered to sleep and the day's exhaustion.
It was still one of his favorite moments of their lives together, when
Jim fell asleep in his arms, trusting him to watch over his rest. So much
had happened since they'd first met, so much water under the bridge.
Blair'd moved from being a geeky anthro student, to a police observer, and
finally a cop. Many people said he wouldn't make it, wouldn't be able to
go through the police academy, but he had, and with flying colors, all
thanks to Jim. Thanks to his encouragement, his support -- his love.
Only a selected few knew that along the way their relationship had
taken the natural progression from deep friendship to undying love. It had
been no real surprise. The feeling had always been there from the
beginning for everyone to see, maybe not expressed in words, but
definitely in actions.
Jim had risked his own life time and time again to rescue the younger
man, when Kindcaid had taken the whole station hostage, from Lash, from
Warren Chapel. He'd been there throughout the Golden ordeal, nursing him
back to health; during the whole mess with Maya, mending his broken heart.
Or simply by parting his lips and giving him life again when he couldn't
breathe after drowning in that damned fountain at Rainier.
And Blair had returned that love ten fold by saving Jim's own sanity
when his senses began to spin out of control, by turning Cascade upside
down when Colonel Oliver had taken the cop, by healing his soul after
Jim'd gone undercover in a prison, or simply by being his eyes when he
So one day, not long after the Barnes fiasco, they'd sat down and had a
long talk about their feelings for each other and their future. With the
notion that they loved each other, that life was too short and something
might happen and chances would be forever lost, they began to make a life
together. Swimming against the current when it was necessary, but mostly
going with the flow and having their friends support.
And though at first scared he wouldn't be strong enough to commit to
Jim, to be a true life-partner, Blair found it surprisingly easy and
couldn't remember ever being happier. They complemented each other, fit
together surprisingly well. They picked up each other's pieces when life
got too hard and gave each other wings to fly. And Blair was so thankful
for all they had, for everything Jim'd given him.
Settling down with a sigh, not realizing it was still early and that
they'd missed dinner, Blair let sleep conquer his body and mind.
"Thank you for loving me," he whispered to the sleeping man in his
arms, before joining his lover in slumber.
Rafe looked out the window of the room assigned to him, seeing the
night slowly replace the clarity of day. Not that with all the dark clouds
always hovering over the Cascadian sky there was that much of a
difference, but the street lights were a definite sign that he'd been in
the safe house for hours.
He sighed wearily. He was sick of being cooped up and it was only the
first day. He thought about leaving the room and joining Henri in the
living room. Even Henri's ramblings were better than being there alone
looking at the damn walls. That left too much free time to think and
sometimes thinking was a bad thing, especially with the kind of thoughts
he'd been having lately.
Rafe leaned back, his head banging softly on the wall behind him in
silent desperation. Being in love sucked, as Blair would've put it. And
that was the big problem in his life. Not the fact that someone wanted him
dead, not that he was locked in that damned house, not the upcoming Darrow
trial. He was in love and helpless as to what to do about it.
There was so much against it and so little in favor...they were both
cops, he was somewhat younger, the object of his desire was also his
superior, and to make it worse, they were both males. Simon Banks. How
could he have fallen for Simon *fucking* Banks? *Captain* Simon Banks? Did
he have a death wish? Because if the man ever found out, chances were he'd
beat him to a pulp, and even if he didn't, same sex relationships weren't
exactly cherished in the force.
It hadn't been a case of love at first sight or any of those swept away
feelings you read about or see in the movies. In fact, he'd been almost
fearful of the man when they'd first met. Simon Banks was an impressive
man and had a temper to match. But after joining the Major Crimes team and
getting closer to the Captain, he began to see behind the gruff exterior.
He saw the real person, the real Simon Banks, and he liked what he saw. A
And day after day, month after month, the respect he'd began to feel
for the man, and the cop, morphed into something else, something stronger
and scarier, but oh, so exciting. Something he couldn't avoid feeling, no
matter how much he tried at first. And it encompassed a wide range of
emotions, friendship, lust, a little bit of hero-worship, but most
important of all -- love.
Rafe yearned for physical and emotional contact between them; he wanted
to touch the man, his soul, his very essence. He wanted to feel his
strength and his power. He wanted to lose himself in everything that was
and made Simon Banks.
"God, what a mess," he whispered to the empty room.
He closed his eyes and pictured the man he wished was his lover, the
tall, strong frame, the beautiful eyes, the soul-shattering smile when the
man was in one of his not-so-often excellent moods... Rafe shook his head
"Soul-shattering smile? God, I'm a sick man!" A knock on the door
startled him, and he sighed, relieved. He could use with a distraction to
take his mind off of Simon for at least a few minutes. "Come in," he
His heart missed a couple of beats when the object of his thoughts
walked in the room, closing the door behind him. Rafe cleared his suddenly
tight throat and looked up at the figure looming over him.
"Captain? What are you doing here?"
Simon smiled. "Doing my shift. With half the force on sick leave
because of this damn weather, everyone has to put in extra time. I'm going
to spend the night here, I'm doing the security detail."
Still trying to get rid of the lump in his throat, Rafe just nodded.
This couldn't be happening. How was he going to stand spending the night
in close quarters with the man he was lusting over? On the job it was
easy, they were always too busy, he had to focus too much to avoid getting
shot and he was able to repress his feelings, but how was he supposed to
spend the next few nights -- at least -- in the company of this man?
"God, I hate my life sometimes!" he muttered under his breath.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Simon's hand resting
gently on his shoulder. "Why what?" he asked, trying to keep his
traitorous body under control.
"You said you hated your life sometimes. Why?"
Rafe felt his face grow warmer as his cheeks turned bright red and
groaned to himself. "Sorry, Captain, just thinking out loud."
Simon sat on the bed, his hand so close to Rafe's thigh the young man
could feel its warmth. "It's going to be okay, Rafe. Jim and Blair will
get Perry, you'll be out of here in no time."
The young man nodded and looked down at his hands. "I know. I just
don't like knowing they're risking their lives because of me."
"You'd do the same."
"Yeah, I guess," he replied, and couldn't help but smile when Simon
chuckled. "Where's Henri?"
"Gone home, he'll be back tomorrow morning. Come on, let's get some
dinner. I'm sure he left something in the freezer we can heat up."
Dinner was spent in an awkward silence. Simon knew the reason Rafe was
so tense, why the young man's face showed a light blush. And he wasn't
oblivious to the glances Rafe kept sending his way when he thought the
older man wasn't looking, but he was at a loss as to what to do.
They should talk, he knew that, but what could he say? 'I'm sorry Rafe,
I'm interested, but there's just too many things that could get in the
way, and I'm not sure I want to take the risk?' That was plain cruel, but
wasn't it just as cruel to keep the young man guessing? Truth was, he was
more than interested, his awareness of the younger man having heightened
over the last months to amazing levels, showing him things he didn't
really want to see. Like how good looking Rafe really was, how appealing
his sturdy body was, how his smile seemed to light up a room, how those
hazel eyes seemed to shine for him alone when they were together. But he
was too jaded after his marriage and later divorce from Joan. He didn't
want to take the risk and let anyone that close, just to see it all fall
apart around him again.
Simon sighed wearily. "Rafe?"
The younger man raised his head, startled out of his own introspection.
"I... uh, I'm glad you're okay," Simon blurted out. Coward, he called
himself ruthlessly, unable to prevent the warm feeling inside from
spreading as his statement was met with a huge smile. God, he was falling
"Thank you, sir," Rafe beamed at him, his hazel eyes twinkling happily,
cheeks flushed with pleasure.
Simon groaned to himself at the wanton sight. It was going to be a long
night, a very, very long night.
The next day went by in a flash. Jim started his work at the Stargaze
Gallery, fixing whatever needed his attention, barely crossing paths with
Natalie Perry. Outside the Gallery, Blair and Megan listened to the
occasional conversations going on inside, ready to jump in in Jim's
defense if need be.
They took turns going for food or coffee, or just taking a small walk
to prevent boredom from settling. It was after dark when the Gallery
finally closed to the public, and Jim and Natalie were left alone.
"Showtime, Sandy," Megan muttered to her friend, and Blair nodded
No matter how many times they'd done undercover work, Blair's heart was
always in his throat when it was Jim's turn. He wanted to be near his
Sentinel, covering his back, making sure his senses were under control,
making sure nothing wrong was going to happen. It was a helpless feeling,
not being able to be there, and he hated it.
Jim and Natalie seemed to be moving to her office, chatting about the
work he'd done and what still needed to be done, so Blair took a calming
breath and settled down to listen. He just hoped their usual bad karma
when they were on a case wouldn't rear its ugly head that night.
But as usual, fate had another thing in mind.
Natalie watched her new employee with a pleased smile. Airhead or not,
the man was a fine example of the male species. Very nice to look at, she
decided. Maybe she could use him for other 'activities', besides working
at the Gallery.
"You've done an excellent job today, Jim. I wasn't expecting you to do
so much on your first day, you've kept yourself quite busy!"
Jim smiled back. "Well, you're paying me good money, and besides, I've
always been good at this hands-on stuff. I'm pretty good with tools," he
She nodded. "We should celebrate, Jim. To a job well done."
"Sure, okay," Jim answered, with a shrug of his shoulders. A drink
after all the work he'd done would be nice.
Natalie's smile grew wider as she took a small vial from her pocket.
Jim tensed slightly as he recognized the drug inside the vial. It was a
potentially dangerous situation. He couldn't take the drugs, obviously,
but if he protested too much, the woman would know something was up. He
would have to be very careful.
"Yes?" she purred softly.
"I can't... There's something... I'm on parole."
She laughed. "I now all about your jail time, Jim. It doesn't matter
one way or another to me. But surely, a little fun won't hurt you, and
who's going to know, right? It's just a little cocaine."
In the truck outside the Gallery, Blair and Megan traded worried
glances. Things were getting out of hand. Fast.
"Uh, it's okay. You go ahead, I don't mind."
Natalie shook her head and rose from her chair, moving closer to Jim.
She placed her hands on Jim's chest, fingers sliding smoothly down his
pecs and abdomen, pausing only to tease his nipples into hard pebbles.
"Come on, Jim," she taunted in an husky voice. "What's the fun in
partying alone? Join me, we can have so much fun. I want you to be my
friend, and friends share everything, Jim, everything. Relax, enjoy," she
breathed in his ear.
"Okay, that's it!" Blair growled, having heard enough. He opened the
truck's door and got out, an angry look on his face.
"Sandy! Where are you going?"
"Stay here, Megan!"
He ran to the Gallery and finding the service door unlocked, walked
inside. Going to what he knew was Perry's office, he steeled his heart for
what he was about to do. Jim might want to kill him for this, but
eventually he'd see the light and thank him. He hoped.
Blair arrived at the office to find the door open, and the woman on the
verge of kissing his lover. "Jim Grant!" he shouted. "What do you think
The couple startled, whirling around to look at him, Jim with a guilty
expression, Perry with a seriously pissed off glare.
"What are you doing?!" Blair asked again, punching a thoroughly
confused Jim in the face.
"Who are you?" Natalie snarled, but Blair ignored her and kept his
attention on his partner.
"Is this the great job you were telling me about? I come to pick you up
and this is what I see? What are you doing, you stupid idiot?! You said no
more trouble, no more drugs, no more stealing, no more *jail*! And who the
hell is this bitch?!"
"Excuse me?! Who the hell are you?"
Blair turned his furious glare on the woman. "I'm his *lover*! And who
"I'm his boss!"
The young man's anger seemed to deflate at that. "Oh!"
Jim, having understood what his lover was doing, grabbed his arm,
pretending to be mad. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he
hissed. "You want me to lose my job?!"
"I-I didn't think..."
"That's right, you didn't. Like you didn't think in all the other times
you got me in trouble with my bosses. How are we going to save any money
if you keep doing this?" He sighed. "Honey --"
Blair's eyes blazed fire at him. "Don't you 'honey' me! I saw you two
flirting with each other! You cheat on me and I'll cut your balls off, I
warned you before!"
Jim dragged his lover to the door. "We'll discuss this at home, now get
out of here."
The young man gave Jim a murderous glare, threw Natalie a disgusted
glare, and stalked off the office with a snort, muttering aloud, "Bastard!
You'll get yours when we get home."
Jim turned to Perry, an embarrassed look on his face. "I'm sorry. He's
a little hot-tempered."
"So, do I still have a job?" he asked, trying his best puppy-dog look,
something he'd learned from his lover.
Apparently it worked, because Natalie sighed tiredly. "Sure. Go home,
Jim. It's been a long day. Be here tomorrow at the same time."
Jim gave her a mega-watt smile. "Thanks, Natalie, I appreciate it. I'll
make good, you'll see. I'll be your best worker!"
She nodded. "We'll see. Goodnight, Jim."
Jim practically ran out of the Gallery, walking up to the truck where
Blair and Megan were still laughing at the scene in the Gallery.
"Very funny," Jim muttered, but couldn't help grinning. "Did you have
to hit me so hard?" He tried glaring at his lover, gingerly touching his
"Sorry!" Blair sounded anything but, a huge grin lighting up his face,
and Jim fell in love all over again.
Megan noticed the mood changing between the two men, and cleared her
throat. "What about we call it a day, mates?"
"Good idea, Megan, it's been a very long one today."
The three detectives climbed in the truck and Jim gunned the motor,
driving them away from the Gallery and Natalie Perry. It had been a close
call, but thanks to Blair's fast thinking, they were still in the game.
Now they had to score before Rafe lost his life.
Brian checked his watch again, his eyes gazing out the living room
window, but not really seeing anything. Three hours. Simon had failed to
show up three hours before to relieve Brown. Rafe and Henri were waiting
for any news, having sounded the alert about Simon's disappearance.
Unable to stand still for too long, Brian began pacing frantically, his
worry getting the best of him. It wasn't like their Captain to just
disappear and not let anyone know. The only explanation was foul play.
Rafe'd been so excited before, just the thought that Simon would be
there in a few minutes to relieve Henri left him breathless with
anticipation. The day had gone by at turtle speed, the hours ticking by
with excruciating slowness, at least according to his watch. Rafe spent
most of the day locked in his room reading, pacing in his gilded cage,
hating his inactivity, the fact that he couldn't help the investigation,
or simply talking with Brown, idly whiling away the time, but even so he'd
been bored out of his mind.
But then Simon was coming and that made all the difference in the
world. Because he now knew Simon was also interested in him, if not in
love as well. The night before had been the proof. The bigger man was
nervous around him, glancing at him when he thought Rafe wasn't looking,
and the few times they locked gazes, those deep dark eyes couldn't hold
back the truth. And then there was the fact that Simon seemed to be nearly
hovering over him, even if Rafe could tell it was unconsciously.
It didn't matter. Because Simon didn't do that with anyone else, except
with his son Daryl, no matter how much danger they might be in. So now
that he knew how Simon felt, or at least had an idea, he could wait. It
was meant to be, no matter how much Simon was fighting it at the moment.
But now the man was missing and Brian was unable to stop from
panicking. A sudden thought crossed his mind. "She has him."
Brown frowned, confused. "What?"
"Natalie Perry. She has him." Rafe's voice sounded oddly calm, almost
as if belonging to someone else, someone not coming apart inside, someone
whose whole life wasn't on the line.
Henri shook his head. "It doesn't make any sense, Rafe. Why would she
kidnap the Captain?"
'Because I love him,' he thought, but even as he thought it, he knew
how impossible it sounded. There was no way the woman could've known about
his love for Simon. But maybe it was some plan to draw him out of hiding,
to make him leave his safe haven. And Rafe knew he had no choice but to do
it, to go to her and beg her to spare Simon. He'd even offer his life in
return; it was certainly worth it to keep Simon alive. Anything to keep
Knowing Henri would never go along with his plan, he forced himself to
at least appear relaxed. He smiled ruefully and shook his head. "You're
right, of course. I'm sorry, this whole case has me on edge, and now
Brown nodded. "I know, it's okay, man. Why don't we play poker or
something just to pass the time? What do you say, buddy?"
"Honestly, I don't feel like it. Maybe in a little while."
"Okay. There's a game on TV. What about that?"
They settled down on the couch, and Rafe pretended to watch the game.
When he was sure Henri was caught up in the action on TV, he rose with the
excuse he was going to the bathroom. Snatching Henri's car keys from the
small table in the hall, he made his escape, managing to open and close
the front door without making any noise.
Rafe gunned Brown's car and drove like a madman to the Stargaze Art
Gallery, rescuing Simon Banks the only thought on his mind.
It was nearly ten minutes later when Brown finally realized there was
"Bri? Are you okay?"
Getting no answer from his friend, he rose from the couch and went to
the bathroom, finding it empty.
A quick search on the whole house produced the same result, and Henri
"Man, Captain Banks will have my balls for dinner when he hears about
Suddenly realizing why Rafe had left the safe house, Brown raced to the
phone. It didn't take long to get an answer on the other side.
"Blair, it's Henri. Is Jim still at the Gallery?"
"Just left. We're on our way home. Why?"
"Simon disappeared and --"
"Yeah, we know," Blair interrupted, the worry clear even through the
phone line. "We heard it on the radio. Any news?"
"Not so far. Listen, Rafe thinks Perry kidnapped him. He's on his way
to the Gallery."
"Rafe thinks this is Perry's doing. He knows she usually stays at the
Gallery long after closing, so I'm sure he's on his way. You have to stop
"Okay, calm down. We're already on our way back to Stargaze. As soon as
we know anything, I'll give you a call."
Blair looked at his partner. "Think she'd be that stupid to kidnap
Simon?" he asked, as he pocket his cell phone.
"She's desperate to free her lover, it's possible. I haven't heard
anything, but it's possible she paid someone to do it long before I began
working there. In any case, we have to hurry. If she gets a hold of Rafe,
all this will be for nothing."
"We can't let her kill him," Blair stated firmly, and watched as Jim
Jim stepped on the gas. It was a race against time and he wanted to
make sure they won it. For Rafe's sake.
"Where is he?"
Natalie Perry looked up from the bills she had been compiling for
payment. She couldn't help blinking in surprise as she recognized her
"Well, well, well! If it isn't Detective Brian Rafe! To what do I owe
The young man glared at her. "Don't play games with me! Where's Simon?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Detective. Who's Simon?"
"Captain Simon Banks, he disappeared a few hours ago."
Her eyebrows flew to her hairline. "And you think I had something to do
"Of course not, Detective. I may be desperate, but not that much. I
would never kidnap a police Captain. Too much hassle."
"So you confess that you want me dead?" Rafe challenged angrily.
"Yes. You're a bit of a nuisance, my dear," she replied in a soothing
voice. "That other cop... What was his name? Uh, Jonathan Simpson was it?
As I was saying, he was a lot easier to kill. But of course, there's
always time to rectify the situation. Your coming here was a gift from the
heavens. Now I have the perfect opportunity to kill you without leaving
any clues behind me."
Before Rafe could utter a word, she pulled a small gun from her pocket.
"It's actually kind of sad, you know? I thought you'd be more of a
challenge. But anyway --"
"Wait a minute! Since I'm about to die, I want to know the truth. Who
killed Simpson? Eric Tyler?"
Natalie seemed to hesitate, but the need to boast was stronger. She
smirked. "Yes. Dear Eric was so easy to manipulate! A few wild parties,
some hot sex, drugs, money, and he was mine to do my bidding. I ordered
him to kill Simpson, which he did, and then you. We both know how that
ended," she grimaced in distaste.
"So you were always in the business with Darrow." It wasn't a question,
but she nodded just the same.
"Yes," Natalie purred. "Too bad you never got anything on me,
"And Simon's disappearance?" Brian asked fearfully.
"I had nothing to do with that, although I am beginning to wish I had.
Now, enough talk. I've wasted too much time as it is."
"Fine!" Rafe spat. "You want me dead? Use it!" He nodded towards her
gun. "But if you think you'll get away with this, you're mistaken. You
really think my friends won't know it was you who killed me?"
Natalie smiled. "Oh, I'm sure they will. But they won't have any proof,
"We won't need proof, because there will be no murder," a new voice
"Grant?" Perry watched with a stunned expression as Jim Grant and his
lover entered in the room, guns in hand.
"It's Ellison, actually. And you're under arrest, Ms. Perry," Jim
smirked. "Chief, cuff her and read her her rights."
Blair grinned. "With pleasure."
Jim turned to Rafe. "Brian, what the hell were you thinking?"
Rafe looked so chagrined, Jim couldn't stay mad at the younger man. He
was just trying to save their Captain and friend, after all. The Sentinel
"It's okay, Bri. But think before you act next time, okay? If Henri
Rafe nodded. "Any news on the Captain?"
"Not so far."
Blair joined the other two. "I called Henri and told him he could leave
the safe house. Told him we had Perry and that Brian was okay. He said he
was going to sleep a few hours, then join the search for Simon."
"Okay. Come on, Rafe, we'll take you home," Jim ushered them out of the
"No buts, Bri. You've been under a lot of pressure, you need to rest.
Blair will stay with you until we get anything on Simon."
"Okay," the young man exhaled, admitting defeat. Truth was he was dead
on his feet and wouldn't do anything but be in everyone's way like
The three men climbed into Jim's truck and drove slowly away into the
dark night. At the same time, and throughout the whole city, every cop
available worked incessantly to find one of their own, so far with no
success. It promised to be a long night in Cascade, Washington.
Brian dropped down on his couch wearily, all strength leaving him at
last. He listened as Blair moved around in the kitchen, making them some
tea. He wanted some coffee instead, something to keep him awake for hours
to come, but knew the caffeine would only make him feel worse. Right now
he needed to relax, not get more anxious.
Blair came into the living room with a full tray, which he settled on
the coffee table. "Here. I brought us tea and a few sandwiches. No point
in waiting on an empty stomach, is there? Come on Bri, eat up."
The food didn't have much appeal, but the tea felt like ambrosia to his
parched throat. He sipped his beverage quietly, trying to forget it was
nearly four in the morning, and that the chances of Simon being alive were
getting thinner and thinner as time moved on.
He suddenly felt Blair's eyes on him and turned to look at his friend.
"How long have you been in love with him?" Blair asked softly.
"I --" Brian thought about lying, but decided against it. No point
either. Blair was like a dog with a bone when he was on to something.
"Feels like forever," he replied in a whisper. "Caught me by surprise,
actually. First I thought it was hero-worship, you know? He's a damn good
cop. Then we became good friends, and then..."
"Then you realized it wasn't hero-worship after all, but love."
"When he gets back, tell him."
"What? Are you crazy, Blair? He'd have my head on a..."
"No, he wouldn't," Blair interjected. "He feels the same way."
"I know, but --"
"Brian, long before I was a cop, I was a trained observer. He loves you
too, he's just afraid of getting hurt again. He needs a little push. You
want to spend the rest of your life wondering what might have been?"
"No," Brian began, but a huge yawn caught him off guard. Suddenly, he
couldn't keep his eyes open, his whole body felt like a dead weight. "What
"Sorry, Bri. There was no way I could keep watching you driving
yourself mad. I put a little something in the tea. A few hours sleep will
do you good, we can talk when you wake up."
He wanted to protest, to shout that it wasn't fair, but his body and
mind decided to shut down on him. Rafe heard Blair grunt with the effort
of lifting him up and carrying him to his bed. He felt Blair take his
clothes off, tuck him in, and then there was only blessed oblivion.
Hours later Brian was dozing when he felt the bed move and a warm,
gentle hand caress his cheek. Thinking it was Blair making sure he was all
right, he yawned gently, his head turning towards the tender touch. His
breath caught as dark eyes met his hazel ones.
"Simon," he whispered, his mind unable to come up with anything else.
"What -- Where -- Uh, I mean, what happened to you Captain?" Rafe
stammered, stunned at the use of his first name, and the fact that his
superior was stretched out on the bed beside him.
The black man grimaced. "I was caught like a rookie, that's what
happened! I decided to buy us something for dinner and was in this
convenience store, when four punks decided to rob the place. Before I had
a chance to do anything, they took me as hostage and along for a
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. They tried to rob a gas station next, but some uniforms managed
to ruin their plans. Two perps are dead, another is badly injured, only
one got away unhurt. One of the cops recognized me, said half of Cascade
was looking for me."
Rafe nodded. "I... Uh, I'm glad you're okay." He unconsciously echoed
the words Simon said to him just the night before.
Simon smiled. "Thanks. And what's this I hear about you leaving the
safe house and storming Stargaze looking for me?"
Rafe felt his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Well, you
The older man chuckled. "Wanted to be my knight in shining armor and
come to the rescue, is that it?"
Understanding Simon wasn't mad at his folly, Rafe smiled and nodded
softly. "Something like that. All I could think was Perry'd kidnapped you
and I had to get there before she killed you. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking
"No, you weren't. But I understand why you did it," Simon sighed.
"Brian, I think you should know I had a long talk with Blair when I got
here. He can be very..."
"Pushy?" Rafe suggested, when it seemed Simon couldn't find the right
Simon chuckled. "Yeah, pushy. He told me to stop being an ass, that the
love I'd stopped searching for was right under my nose, that I should stop
wasting time, because life was too short. Told me I had to make a decision
and stick to it. Then he snorted and muttered something that sounded like,
'Men!'" The black man chortled, enjoying the way Brian smiled at his
"And what did you decide?" Rafe asked quietly.
"You know, when things fell apart with Joan, I replaced love with sex,
one-nights stands, because I couldn't bear to be hurt again. I want to
give it a try, Bri, that's my decision. I trust you not to hurt me. But
I'd made up my mind before my...uh, talk with Sandburg."
"Yeah. All I could think about when those morons had me was you. How
you'd feel if they killed me, what could've happened if I hadn't been such
a coward. What it might've been like between us. Think it's worth a try,
"Yes, " Rafe breathed. "Oh, yes..."
"Good," Simon smiled, lifting Brian's chin and leaning down slowly to
brush his lips gently against Brian's moist ones, both men shuddering at
the inflaming touch.
The passion took over their bodies and Brian moaned softly, his mouth
opening invitingly to Simon's daring tongue. They kissed avidly, tongues
dueling sensually, exploring and discovering together. When the need for
air became too strong they parted, panting hard, and Simon stood up on
The older man quickly removed his shirt and trousers, watching his
young lover's hungry gaze as he slid out of his pants. Finally he threw
the covers away and climbed back into the bed to envelope Brian into a
loving embrace. He lay atop the younger man, propped up on his elbows and
gazing into soul-deep hazel eyes.
"I love you, Bri," and it felt so good to say it aloud.
"I love you too, Simon."
Rafe began to explore the bigger body above him, running his hands down
the older man's flanks, his fingers moving lightly down the strong,
muscled chest, stopping to play and rub pebbled nipples before sliding
down the firm stomach. He was treading lower when his wrists were caught
up in a gentle grip.
"Let me give you this, Brian."
Rafe nodded and sank back into the pillows. He got another brush of
satin lips against his mouth as a reward for his capitulation.
Simon began exploring the flat planes of the body laid down for his
pleasure on the soft bed, using his lips, fingers and tongue, going down
the beautiful form trembling helplessly, hands clutching weakly at the
sheets due to his ministrations. He sucked an earlobe between his lips,
nibbled hard nipples, his moist tongue soothing the bite, fingers brushing
feather-like against pecs, abs, the smooth stomach, down to the silky hair
of his lover's groin.
Brian gasped, nearly jumping off the bed as a warm mouth suddenly
engulfed his thick shaft. Simon began a slow sucking motion, running his
tongue around the head slowly, probing the tiny slit and teasing the
younger man playfully. One of his big hands pumped the base, while the
other played with the furry sac below. He increased his pace, sucking
harder, his hands more insistent, and at the same time holding the young
man's hips firmly with his own body, allowing him only the slightest of
He finally allowed Brian to thrust into his mouth, knowing he wouldn't
last much longer by the frantic way of his lover's thrusts. Simon's now
free hands traveled up Rafe's muscled calves and thighs, caressing and
soothing him, enjoying the way the young man massaged his scalp in return.
Then, in a sudden move Simon deep-throated the hard erection and watched
as Rafe threw his head back and groaned loudly, his body bucking one last
time before coming with a shout into the hot mouth surrounding him.
Simon continued to suck his lover's cock until he'd swallowed the last
drop. Then, giving the now flaccid cock a last goodbye kiss, he released
Still breathless from his soul-shattering orgasm, Brian looked into his
lover's warm eyes. "Take me," he whispered softly, a loving, happy smile
lighting up his face.
Simon smiled back, then stood up. He went swiftly to the bathroom
looking for something they could use and returned with some kind of oily
lotion. He wasn't about to stop and check the contents.
He slid between his partner's wantonly parted legs, growling as Brian
drew his knees up to allow him better access to his hidden hole. Opening
the lotion container Simon dipped a finger in, then with the most tender
of touches, he reached slowly forward and brought it to the puckered
opening of Rafe's ass. The finger slid easily into his lover, and he moved
it gently around to stretch the passage gently and arouse the young man.
Another finger joined the first one, then a third digit, as Brian
gasped and writhed in ecstasy. Coating his own straining erection took
only a second, and finally Simon was ready to make love to the delicious
body of his young lover. Lifting his lover's legs over his shoulders he
placed the tip of his erection at the entrance of the tight ring of
muscle. He slid forward gently, Rafe pushing back, until Simon was
completely engulfed in his lover, both of them moaning at the pleasure the
Leaning forward to capture the alluring mouth, Simon kissed his lover
passionately as he began to rock, deep, long strokes into the tightness of
Rafe's body, their thrusts increasing speed as the kiss escalated between
them. The need was too strong and both knew they wouldn't last very long.
Simon felt his control slip as he began thrusting harder and faster,
unable to stop but feeling Brian rising up to meet him stroke by
"Oh God, Oh God," Brian moaned, thrusting back as fiercely as he could,
knowing he was about to come a second time that night.
Simon could feel his balls tightening up, he knew he was as close as
his lover. He gripped his lover's renewed erection with his lotion coated
hand and began to pump in time to their frantic rhythm. With a wordless
shout Brian climaxed, his seed covering Simon's hand and both their
bodies. Feeling Brian's channel muscles contracting around his cock broke
the last of his control and finally Simon let go, thrusting one last time
and shouting Brian's name, he came deeply inside his lover's body.
Unable to hold back he collapsed on the smaller man, trying to catch
his breath, certain Rafe would catch him safely in his arms. When he
finally felt he had the strength to move, Simon rolled on his side, moving
his lover along with him, and entwining their bodies together as much as
was humanly possible.
Feeling the body in his embrace lose the battle with sleep, Simon
"Uh?" came the sleepy mumble.
"Thank you for loving me."