For Jim Ellison
Work had been easy, it was that night at home that had been hard. It didn't stop Blair from trying. He was polite, no mention of dating or anything of the sort. They'd shared dinner and watched the game. At least they had started it.
About half way into it, when Jim was into the tight score, Blair had announced he was tired and heading to bed. He'd thought about this all day and it seemed the best way to do things, to take the pressure off Jim and make this easy.
So it was when Jim came to bed he would find Blair already in bed. Still dressed in his jeans and tee, boots on the floor beside the bed and his hair partially covering his face. If he wasn't asleep he was doing a damn good job of faking it.
About half way into it, when Jim was into the tight score, Blair had announced he was tired and heading to bed. He'd thought about this all day and it seemed the best way to do things, to take the pressure off Jim and make this easy.
So it was when Jim came to bed he would find Blair already in bed. Still dressed in his jeans and tee, boots on the floor beside the bed and his hair partially covering his face. If he wasn't asleep he was doing a damn good job of faking it.