Turnabout... and Is Fair Play. Two slash stories
These stories were written for the 2007 Moonridge Auction for pattrose and were previously published in My Mongoose Ezine. She requested a bossy Blair. I added a bonus sequel because Jim wanted his turn. I had made a previous post linking to both stories at My Mongoose Ezine, but I wanted to add them to my lj, though, so I am reposting.
Jim and Blair, betting, losing and winning, playing with each other. Not one smidgen of Angst.
Moonridge 2007 challenge for Pattrose.
Blair gets bossy
Title: Turnabout…
Author: Laurie
Rating Pg-17
Type: Slash
Warnings: sexual activity
Beta’ed by the lovely t_verano
Turnabout…
“Woo-hoo -- Man, I am sooo pumped! Your ass is mine, Ellison, from eight in the morning to eight in the evening tomorrow. I nailed that point spread tonight; uh-huh, uh-huh, I totally did.” Blair did a little victory hop and jump, pantomiming dunking a basketball into the hoop, as they left the stadium after the Jags game was over.
Jim watched his lover’s antics with a mixture of amusement and trepidation. Blair had won the bet between them, the forfeit being that the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted for twelve hours. Blair’s guess at the score had been dead-on and now the little shit was going to be insufferable for the next couple of days.
“Sandburg, quit making like a drunk ballerina, and put me out of my misery. What are you going to have me doing tomorrow?”
“Oh, so not telling right now. I think there should be a little mystery to this process, a little buildup of tension, a little --”
“A little driving your ever-lovin’ partner bananas, you mean. Since I’m your slave boy tomorrow, I think I’ll stage my revolt tonight. C’mere Blair-Bear, Honey-Chile, Love-Bug, Sugar-Baby; there’s a noogie here with your name on it.” Jim took off after his ‘Honey-Chile’ who wisely had run for the truck as soon as he heard ‘Blair-Bear’ leave his lover’s lips.
* * *
“Okay… Jim, it’s eight o’clock and ‘you are mine to toy with’.” Blair was rubbing his hands together greedily and grinning like a loon.
“You watched Willow again this week, didn’t you, Chief?” Jim remarked, after rolling his eyes at Blair’s announcement.
“Yep. And now I will bestow upon you the rules of my reign, O Subject of My Own Little Kingdom. If you want to ask me a question or make a comment you must kiss my hands first. You will do everything I ask you to do, whether or not you think it’s silly.
“Jim…” In a 180-degree turnaround, Blair suddenly sounded serious. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to play. I can take my forfeit another way; we could go eat lunch at that new Korean restaurant instead.”
For an answer, Jim took both of his guide’s hands in his and raised them to his lips. He nibbled fingers and delicately pressed his lips to palms and knuckles.
“Blair, I’m looking forward to seeing what your fertile little imagination is going to come up with for the day. And remember, ‘Turnabout is fair play,’ because I’m going to win the next bet and then it will be your turn to follow my lead all day. So, my liege, what are your orders?”
Blair grinned delightedly at his lover and said, “Testing your senses, all day long. But if you’re a good boy for me there will be rewards, okay?”
Jim rolled his eyes a little at the mention of tests but smiled at the enthusiasm Blair was showing for a day of experimenting with Jim’s senses.
“First, stand right here, then take your shirt off, close your eyes, and put your hands behind your head. I’m going to be blowing on your nipples with varying degrees of force. You have permission to tell me when I say each event is over if you felt my breath or not; if you answer ‘yes,’ then using a scale of one to ten, judge how strongly I was blowing on you. Then we’ll repeat the experiment with me standing further back.”
Jim pantomimed fanning his face, as if the air had gotten hotter after Blair’s instructions, but he complied with his liege’s request and Blair chuckled softly.
“Ready… here we go…”
* * *
Jim lifted up Blair’s hands and turning them over, gave a gentle kiss to each of his lover’s palms. Then he sweetly intoned, “Blair, you’ve tortured me all day long with your little tests and I’ve been a very good boy. I didn’t grab and ravish you when you kept whispering dirty suggestions to me while we were separated on the beach… possibly because you were out of grabbing range. I followed your instructions to the letter, even though anybody watching me must’ve thought I was nuts, raising one hand and then the other, or turning around. Or when I turned around and bent over for your viewing pleasure.
“The same with reading your suggestions of how you intend to touch me and make me come so hard that I’ll have the vigor of a wet noodle afterwards. That was clever to have the type become smaller and smaller for each new test. You definitely get points for inventiveness. I’m wondering when this inventiveness is going to come to a conclusion and if I’m going to get my reward. So, how about it, my liege -- I’ve had a stiff dick off and on all damn day and I hope you plan to do something about it.”
“Patience, Grasshopper,” Blair replied in a very mangled Chinese accent. “You know, Jim, delaying gratification is a learned skill that carries over into other life situations. Like not pestering me for answers before I’ve figured them out. So I’ll give you a choice. You can sit down on the couch and reach into your sweatpants right now and jerk yourself off, or you can allow me to slowly undress you, take you into the bathroom and bathe you, my fingers stroking down your wet skin and teasing your balls and cock, your sense of touch soothed by the warm water and then heated up by my ministering to your body. Then I’ll take you upstairs and lay you out on the bed, on your back, and with the softest of touches on every part of your sweet skin I’ll make you so hard your dick will feel like iron under velvet.”
“Jesus, Chief. And then what?”
“If you choose doorway number two, why, you’ll find out at the proper time.” Blair’s self-satisfied grin was mischievous and alluring, and Jim knew there had never been a doubt that he was headed for the second choice.
* * *
Blair, Jim hazily thought, was damned good at planning out scenarios. Which is why he now found himself laid out on their bed exactly like Blair had described earlier, after the sensuous bathing experience Blair had promised him.
“Jim,” drawled the wizard with the magical hands who was leaning over him, “I want you to have one more test for the night. And don’t start groaning, you’re going to love this one. I want you to decide which sensation feels more intense: me giving you a blowjob or you fucking my ass. And Jim, don’t let yourself come until I tell you to; okay, man?”
Blair gave no more instructions after that because his mouth was busy. Very, very, busy. And Jim held on to the edge of orgasm forever and a day, until Blair changed his tactics by sliding his mouth off of Jim’s dick and straddling himself over Jim’s engorged penis. Slowly, Blair sank down onto Jim’s warm pole, stretching his own hole and leaning in various positions until he found the angle that would allow his happy spot to be stroked. Once Blair positioned himself exactly the way he wanted to be, he started rocking up and pushing down, setting up a rhythmic motion that caused beads of sweat to form on Jim’s skin; and Jim’s muscles, already tight from tensing during the earlier blowjob, became absolutely rigid. Jim’s back bowed up from the bed and the big guy’s feet planted themselves against the mattress as Blair’s merciless motions fucked him.
Dimly Jim recalled he was supposed to ask for permission to come, and as that need became more and more acute, he panted out some semblance of words begging Blair to grant permission.
Blair suddenly picked up the pace, Jim’s dick the piston to his channel, pounding down harder on the man spread-eagled under him who was moaning out Blair’s name and a gibberish of please… now… fuck… come…
Blair was still able to talk though he could tell he would also be incoherent in just a moment.
“Do you love this, Jim? Do you love what your liege has commanded you to accept? Be my good subject now and come for me, stud-muffin, sugar-nuts, lover-boy and ohhh… uhh…”
Blair also lost the power of speech as Jim exploded up inside of him and he felt his own eruption spray all over Jim’s belly and chest. They stayed melded into a tableau for infinity, which lasted until both their bodies’ muscles relaxed and they collapsed into a comfortable heap together.
After a good long time spent dozing and holding each other, Blair rolled over to check the bedside alarm clock. Eight in the evening had come and gone and the forfeit was over. He sighed happily, content with the new data he had learned about his lover. It was private knowledge, not to be shared with the world at large… but boy, did he intend to use the information he had gathered today. Just one more answer to his questions was needed.
“Hey, Jim -- which felt the more intense to your sense of touch, the blowjob or your dick up my hole?
“Jim?”
A soft, stuttering snore was his only answer.
Moonridge 2007 bonus for Pattrose.
Jim’s turn, a sequel to ‘Turnabout…
Title: Is Fair Play
Author: Laurie
Rating Pg-17
Type: Slash
Warnings: sexual activity
Beta’ed by t_verano. The best alpha-beta around.
Is Fair Play
“You lose, Chief. That was a sucker’s bet you made.”
Jim hooked his partner around the neck and pulled him close to his chest; despite letting out a squawk, Blair didn’t resist being snugged up into Jim’s personal space.
“Sandburg,” he whispered. “I’ve been planning my retribution for weeks now, ever since my long day of following your commands. This time, you are ‘mine to toy with.’” Then he proceeded to give Blair a pretend noogie, to satisfy any watching eyes that it was the usual horseplay going on between them.
Predictably, Blair whined, “Not the hair.” But… his protest was a sham because his captive pressed even closer to Jim’s body; Jim started making plans for an immediate exodus from the bullpen.
The rich, drugging smell of arousal wafted up to Jim’s nose, causing him to deeply breathe in Blair’s scent, and he had to rein in his desire to continue to run his hands through Blair’s hanging, tempting curls.
Before he did something he -- and Simon -- would regret, Jim gave a final rub to Blair’s scalp and turned him loose. Blair yelped to continue the charade, but the touch on his head had been sensual -- a lover’s touch, not a bossy big brother’s love tap.
Jim gathered his coat and Blair’s, handing the leather jacket to its owner before walking over to Simon’s office and knocking on the door. At Simon’s command, he opened the door and stepped inside, to let his captain know he was going home early. Through the blinds he could see his partner fidgeting. Blair was clutching the dark jacket; Jim supposed his lover was finding it a poor substitute for being able to lay his hands on Jim himself. Hang on, Chief. We’ll be home soon and you can touch me to your heart’s content.
* * *
After their lovemaking, Jim didn’t know how Sandburg had any energy left to even open his eyes, let alone launch an attack on Jim’s ribs.
“Chief, if you don’t stop trying to tickle me into making me spill what I’ve got in mind for you tomorrow, you’re going to be one sorry sadist.” But Blair didn’t stop and Jim lay still and let his lover’s devilish hands whisk lightly over his torso. Blair was tickling his way right into the trap Jim had decided he deserved.
Jim finally grabbed Blair’s hands and tsked, tsked at him. “I’m not laughing, Mr. de Sade, because I dialed down my sense of touch, and I don’t feel a thing. But you, my little tormentor, you can’t do that, can you? I think I’m gonna go tit for tat here; let’s see how long you hold out when I tickle you.” Jim quickly straddled Blair’s thighs and held both his prisoner’s wrists in one hand, then he began his own inquisition.
"Say 'Wonderburgers are wonderful,' Blair-bear, and I'll let you go."
Blair rapidly started howling with laughter and gasps, wriggling like an eel on their bed, but the stubborn little shit wouldn’t call uncle. Jim finally changed his touches to heavier strokes on Blair’s naked skin and thickening penis, and the laughter died and the moans began.
“Tomorrow, Blair,” Jim crooned to his lover, while he worked on building Blair back to orgasm. “You’ll find out soon enough, tomorrow.” Before long, Blair’s body shook and he cried out, helpless, as he was made to come, Jim holding him down tightly till Blair’s body collapsed against the sheets. Jim kissed him on the forehead and covered them both up, as Blair slid without protest into sleep.
* * *
“G'way,” Blair mumbled and tried to pull the pillow over his head to stop the annoying pats on his face. Dimly, he heard the overly saccharine tones of his early-bird-lover.
“Nah-uh, Sandburg. You’re my boy for twelve sweet hours today. And now, Jim says: Time to get showered and dressed. We start as soon as you’re out of the bathroom. You’re going to fix me your banana pancakes for breakfast, and then I’ve got a long list of chores for you to do. But I’m making a game out of it. Should be fun, at least for me.”
Blair blinked his eyes open to see the smirking expression that went along with the sugary voice of his lover. His unruly dick, already stiff from the usual morning hard-on, gave a lurch at the thought of being under Jim’s command for the whole day. Jim pulled the covers off of him, and then reached down and polished the head of Blair’s penis. Blair closed his eyes again and sighed contentedly.
“Be a good boy for me, Blair, and,” Jim stroked Blair’s dick knowingly, “you’ll be rewarded. Give me lip, and I’ll let you go hard and wanting. You going to cooperate?”
Eyes half open, Blair watched his dick receive another stroke; he spread his legs, hoping Jim would want some before-breakfast exercise, but Jim just laughed at him and stepped back from the bed.
“If you want to be fucked today, Sandburg, you’ve got to get up and follow my rules. I followed yours when I lost my bet and now it’s your turn.” Jim reached down and pulled Blair up from the bed and turned him in the direction of the stairs. Blair felt a sizzling swat on his butt that finished waking him up and left his nerve endings tingling for a good five minutes after he got in the shower.
Blair had been annoyed, amused, aroused, and then aroused to the tenth degree by Jim’s antics during the morning spent doing chores at the loft. After he’d gotten dressed in his jeans, thermal and flannel shirts -- and since he was at home -- his earrings, nipple ring, bracelets and necklaces, Jim had explained to him what exactly he was to do this morning.
Breakfast had been fun; Blair enjoyed cooking, so making the banana pancakes hadn’t been any kind of hardship at all. Jim kept making suggestions to himself out loud, making sure Blair heard all the options for sexual positions that he might put Blair in later today. Blair had to keep adjusting his jeans and he knew without a doubt Jim was aware of the effects his words had on Blair. It was all Blair could do, not to squirm too much on the hard kitchen chair, as Jim debated the relative merits of Blair with his legs over Jim’s shoulders or on all fours, while Jim fucked him.
Consequently, Blair’s pump was already primed when Jim outlined the little game he wanted to play with him while Blair toiled to do chores this morning.
Strip cleaning.
By early afternoon, Blair was naked, and the bathroom was clean, the kitchen floor mopped and swept, the bed made, laundry carted downstairs and upstairs and folded, breakfast dishes washed and put away, furniture dusted, windows washed, and the floors vacuumed. After each chore was completed, Jim had removed an article of clothing from Blair, and then proceeded to kiss and touch him till he wanted to scream from frustration.
Each time at the height of his arousal, when he wanted to jump on Jim’s leg and hump him, if he couldn’t have Jim’s hands or mouth or ass, Jim would turn him so that Blair’s back was to Jim’s front, and take Blair’s hands captive and just hold him till the greedy and panting noises Blair was making had died back down to whimpers. Then the bastard would calmly tell him which task was next and how his shirt, or pants, or necklace would be removed when that particular job was completed. He would adjust the room temperature up another notch, so Blair didn’t even have cold air to dampen down his libido.
Blair had never, ever cleaned anything in a haze of lust before, and he cursed his decision to wear jewelry this morning. Jim had left taking that for last; being naked wearing only his bracelets and necklaces made him feel even more wanton.
Jim’s eyes had branded Blair all morning during each and every chore done to Jim's exacting standards, and he was perspiring, and flushed, and hard, and dying to come.
Finally, after stumbling through the last chore on the list Jim had named, he told Jim he was done.
He was done. Blessed Goddess, he was so done.
Jim plucked off his ankh necklace so he was down to just his nipple ring; he licked his lips, waiting for Jim to administer the coup de grace -- or shove him into a cold shower.
Jim walked around him, eyeing Blair from his toes to the tip-top of his hair. Then the prick resumed the damn ritual he’d invented this morning and brought him back to wordless noises and sobs. But there was a god and his name was Ellison, because Jim lifted him up and sat him on the counter, spread Blair’s legs widely apart and proceeded to give him the blow job of the century.
When Blair had re-grown his spinal cord and could sit up straight again, Jim lifted him down from the counter and told him not to shower, but to get dressed in exercise clothes. They were going to Wonderburger, and afterwards to the gym.
Several hours later they returned, Jim in a wonderful mood and Blair again harder than petrified wood. Jim had taken on the role of Blair’s trainer and had him using the machines, and doing exercise routines, and then he'd accompanied Blair on a run. Afterwards, he'd made Blair spot for him while he lifted weights, and watching Jim’s muscles pump up had made Blair very glad for the roomy sweat pants he was wearing.
Jim had been scenting him all afternoon; apparently the combination of pheromones, perspiration and the smell of Blair’s semen, some of which Jim had rubbed into the skin of Blair’s penis, was acting like catnip to a lion - if lions liked catnip, which maybe they did, but had anybody ever done any real research on this topic? He thought he might look into it, but right now, Jim was advancing and looking ready to pounce on him.
Pouncing was fine by him. He welcomed pouncing. Pouncing - God, Jim was licking his neck, and then his sweatshirt was being pulled off of his body. The rest of his clothes were quickly stripped away, and he was naked and Jim wasn’t - the feel of Jim’s clothes against his bare skin was intoxicating -- and Jim was giving him little bites on the neck and licking his nipples and he was so grateful for pouncing.
He tried to articulate this to Jim, but the words weren’t that intelligible and then he was bent over the table and Jim was fingering his ass with cold, cold lube and then he was lost in the sensations of being fucked. His mind went on a kaleidoscope ride with the sensations of Jim’s dick plunging into his ass, the feel of clothing against his naked skin, the submission he felt to Jim’s taking him. His world narrowed down to this moment: Jim fucking him was his universe - his existence. And when he came so blindingly hot - a new galaxy was born, spiral arms flung out in helpless rapture.
Jim didn’t let Blair get dressed the rest of the afternoon, just wrapped him in a blanket and tucked him next to him on the couch, while they watched Little Joe and his family tame the west. Again. Still, this was Jim’s day, and Blair wasn’t going to critique the actions of white settlers who had driven the Native Americans from their homelands. Not after Jim threatened to gag him.
Jim idly played with Blair’s hair, and his wandering hands would meander into the folds of the blanket and tweak, touch or twist various and sundry bits and pieces of Blair’s body. He kept Blair at a low level of arousal, till they’d watched several episodes, and laughed uproariously when Blair recounted the plots back to him in an entirely new format.
As the sun was setting, Jim got both of them to their feet and explained the plans for the rest of his twelve hours. When Blair started to protest, Jim reminded Blair that he was Jim’s boy to do what he liked with for the next several hours. And what he liked was for Blair to get cleaned up and dressed up for an evening with him out in Cascade. Their first stop would be at the mall - where Jim intended to buy Blair a few outfits that didn’t scream Good Will bargain. Then they were going to eat at that new expensive seafood restaurant that Simon had been raving about. Then… well, they’d see then. Maybe a late evening stroll by a beach. Jim’s twelve hours would be over by that time, but he told Blair he hoped they could agree to finish the day with a look at the sky and the ocean.
Blair gave him an enthusiastic kiss, the blanket falling unheeded to pool around his feet.
“Love you, Jim,” he whispered, arms tight around his lover, and smiled when Jim replied, “Me, too.”
“You love you too, Jim?”
Jim gave him a light noogie on his head. “No, you dork. I love you, Blair Jacob Sandburg. Now get going, we’ve got an agenda to complete here.”
Blair reluctantly let go of Jim and obediently headed to the bathroom; he congratulated himself on another well-laid plan.
I wonder if Jim knows I rigged that bet yesterday so I’d lose. Maybe I’ll confess my sin after our walk on the beach tonight.
Of course, if he did, Jim might think he deserved a spanking… thinking about the tingling his butt had felt this morning from Jim’s swat… maybe that would be a good thing.
________________
'mine to toy with' is from the movie Willow.
Laurie
Jim and Blair, betting, losing and winning, playing with each other. Not one smidgen of Angst.
Moonridge 2007 challenge for Pattrose.
Blair gets bossy
Title: Turnabout…
Author: Laurie
Rating Pg-17
Type: Slash
Warnings: sexual activity
Beta’ed by the lovely t_verano
Turnabout…
“Woo-hoo -- Man, I am sooo pumped! Your ass is mine, Ellison, from eight in the morning to eight in the evening tomorrow. I nailed that point spread tonight; uh-huh, uh-huh, I totally did.” Blair did a little victory hop and jump, pantomiming dunking a basketball into the hoop, as they left the stadium after the Jags game was over.
Jim watched his lover’s antics with a mixture of amusement and trepidation. Blair had won the bet between them, the forfeit being that the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted for twelve hours. Blair’s guess at the score had been dead-on and now the little shit was going to be insufferable for the next couple of days.
“Sandburg, quit making like a drunk ballerina, and put me out of my misery. What are you going to have me doing tomorrow?”
“Oh, so not telling right now. I think there should be a little mystery to this process, a little buildup of tension, a little --”
“A little driving your ever-lovin’ partner bananas, you mean. Since I’m your slave boy tomorrow, I think I’ll stage my revolt tonight. C’mere Blair-Bear, Honey-Chile, Love-Bug, Sugar-Baby; there’s a noogie here with your name on it.” Jim took off after his ‘Honey-Chile’ who wisely had run for the truck as soon as he heard ‘Blair-Bear’ leave his lover’s lips.
* * *
“Okay… Jim, it’s eight o’clock and ‘you are mine to toy with’.” Blair was rubbing his hands together greedily and grinning like a loon.
“You watched Willow again this week, didn’t you, Chief?” Jim remarked, after rolling his eyes at Blair’s announcement.
“Yep. And now I will bestow upon you the rules of my reign, O Subject of My Own Little Kingdom. If you want to ask me a question or make a comment you must kiss my hands first. You will do everything I ask you to do, whether or not you think it’s silly.
“Jim…” In a 180-degree turnaround, Blair suddenly sounded serious. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to play. I can take my forfeit another way; we could go eat lunch at that new Korean restaurant instead.”
For an answer, Jim took both of his guide’s hands in his and raised them to his lips. He nibbled fingers and delicately pressed his lips to palms and knuckles.
“Blair, I’m looking forward to seeing what your fertile little imagination is going to come up with for the day. And remember, ‘Turnabout is fair play,’ because I’m going to win the next bet and then it will be your turn to follow my lead all day. So, my liege, what are your orders?”
Blair grinned delightedly at his lover and said, “Testing your senses, all day long. But if you’re a good boy for me there will be rewards, okay?”
Jim rolled his eyes a little at the mention of tests but smiled at the enthusiasm Blair was showing for a day of experimenting with Jim’s senses.
“First, stand right here, then take your shirt off, close your eyes, and put your hands behind your head. I’m going to be blowing on your nipples with varying degrees of force. You have permission to tell me when I say each event is over if you felt my breath or not; if you answer ‘yes,’ then using a scale of one to ten, judge how strongly I was blowing on you. Then we’ll repeat the experiment with me standing further back.”
Jim pantomimed fanning his face, as if the air had gotten hotter after Blair’s instructions, but he complied with his liege’s request and Blair chuckled softly.
“Ready… here we go…”
* * *
Jim lifted up Blair’s hands and turning them over, gave a gentle kiss to each of his lover’s palms. Then he sweetly intoned, “Blair, you’ve tortured me all day long with your little tests and I’ve been a very good boy. I didn’t grab and ravish you when you kept whispering dirty suggestions to me while we were separated on the beach… possibly because you were out of grabbing range. I followed your instructions to the letter, even though anybody watching me must’ve thought I was nuts, raising one hand and then the other, or turning around. Or when I turned around and bent over for your viewing pleasure.
“The same with reading your suggestions of how you intend to touch me and make me come so hard that I’ll have the vigor of a wet noodle afterwards. That was clever to have the type become smaller and smaller for each new test. You definitely get points for inventiveness. I’m wondering when this inventiveness is going to come to a conclusion and if I’m going to get my reward. So, how about it, my liege -- I’ve had a stiff dick off and on all damn day and I hope you plan to do something about it.”
“Patience, Grasshopper,” Blair replied in a very mangled Chinese accent. “You know, Jim, delaying gratification is a learned skill that carries over into other life situations. Like not pestering me for answers before I’ve figured them out. So I’ll give you a choice. You can sit down on the couch and reach into your sweatpants right now and jerk yourself off, or you can allow me to slowly undress you, take you into the bathroom and bathe you, my fingers stroking down your wet skin and teasing your balls and cock, your sense of touch soothed by the warm water and then heated up by my ministering to your body. Then I’ll take you upstairs and lay you out on the bed, on your back, and with the softest of touches on every part of your sweet skin I’ll make you so hard your dick will feel like iron under velvet.”
“Jesus, Chief. And then what?”
“If you choose doorway number two, why, you’ll find out at the proper time.” Blair’s self-satisfied grin was mischievous and alluring, and Jim knew there had never been a doubt that he was headed for the second choice.
* * *
Blair, Jim hazily thought, was damned good at planning out scenarios. Which is why he now found himself laid out on their bed exactly like Blair had described earlier, after the sensuous bathing experience Blair had promised him.
“Jim,” drawled the wizard with the magical hands who was leaning over him, “I want you to have one more test for the night. And don’t start groaning, you’re going to love this one. I want you to decide which sensation feels more intense: me giving you a blowjob or you fucking my ass. And Jim, don’t let yourself come until I tell you to; okay, man?”
Blair gave no more instructions after that because his mouth was busy. Very, very, busy. And Jim held on to the edge of orgasm forever and a day, until Blair changed his tactics by sliding his mouth off of Jim’s dick and straddling himself over Jim’s engorged penis. Slowly, Blair sank down onto Jim’s warm pole, stretching his own hole and leaning in various positions until he found the angle that would allow his happy spot to be stroked. Once Blair positioned himself exactly the way he wanted to be, he started rocking up and pushing down, setting up a rhythmic motion that caused beads of sweat to form on Jim’s skin; and Jim’s muscles, already tight from tensing during the earlier blowjob, became absolutely rigid. Jim’s back bowed up from the bed and the big guy’s feet planted themselves against the mattress as Blair’s merciless motions fucked him.
Dimly Jim recalled he was supposed to ask for permission to come, and as that need became more and more acute, he panted out some semblance of words begging Blair to grant permission.
Blair suddenly picked up the pace, Jim’s dick the piston to his channel, pounding down harder on the man spread-eagled under him who was moaning out Blair’s name and a gibberish of please… now… fuck… come…
Blair was still able to talk though he could tell he would also be incoherent in just a moment.
“Do you love this, Jim? Do you love what your liege has commanded you to accept? Be my good subject now and come for me, stud-muffin, sugar-nuts, lover-boy and ohhh… uhh…”
Blair also lost the power of speech as Jim exploded up inside of him and he felt his own eruption spray all over Jim’s belly and chest. They stayed melded into a tableau for infinity, which lasted until both their bodies’ muscles relaxed and they collapsed into a comfortable heap together.
After a good long time spent dozing and holding each other, Blair rolled over to check the bedside alarm clock. Eight in the evening had come and gone and the forfeit was over. He sighed happily, content with the new data he had learned about his lover. It was private knowledge, not to be shared with the world at large… but boy, did he intend to use the information he had gathered today. Just one more answer to his questions was needed.
“Hey, Jim -- which felt the more intense to your sense of touch, the blowjob or your dick up my hole?
“Jim?”
A soft, stuttering snore was his only answer.
Moonridge 2007 bonus for Pattrose.
Jim’s turn, a sequel to ‘Turnabout…
Title: Is Fair Play
Author: Laurie
Rating Pg-17
Type: Slash
Warnings: sexual activity
Beta’ed by t_verano. The best alpha-beta around.
Is Fair Play
“You lose, Chief. That was a sucker’s bet you made.”
Jim hooked his partner around the neck and pulled him close to his chest; despite letting out a squawk, Blair didn’t resist being snugged up into Jim’s personal space.
“Sandburg,” he whispered. “I’ve been planning my retribution for weeks now, ever since my long day of following your commands. This time, you are ‘mine to toy with.’” Then he proceeded to give Blair a pretend noogie, to satisfy any watching eyes that it was the usual horseplay going on between them.
Predictably, Blair whined, “Not the hair.” But… his protest was a sham because his captive pressed even closer to Jim’s body; Jim started making plans for an immediate exodus from the bullpen.
The rich, drugging smell of arousal wafted up to Jim’s nose, causing him to deeply breathe in Blair’s scent, and he had to rein in his desire to continue to run his hands through Blair’s hanging, tempting curls.
Before he did something he -- and Simon -- would regret, Jim gave a final rub to Blair’s scalp and turned him loose. Blair yelped to continue the charade, but the touch on his head had been sensual -- a lover’s touch, not a bossy big brother’s love tap.
Jim gathered his coat and Blair’s, handing the leather jacket to its owner before walking over to Simon’s office and knocking on the door. At Simon’s command, he opened the door and stepped inside, to let his captain know he was going home early. Through the blinds he could see his partner fidgeting. Blair was clutching the dark jacket; Jim supposed his lover was finding it a poor substitute for being able to lay his hands on Jim himself. Hang on, Chief. We’ll be home soon and you can touch me to your heart’s content.
* * *
After their lovemaking, Jim didn’t know how Sandburg had any energy left to even open his eyes, let alone launch an attack on Jim’s ribs.
“Chief, if you don’t stop trying to tickle me into making me spill what I’ve got in mind for you tomorrow, you’re going to be one sorry sadist.” But Blair didn’t stop and Jim lay still and let his lover’s devilish hands whisk lightly over his torso. Blair was tickling his way right into the trap Jim had decided he deserved.
Jim finally grabbed Blair’s hands and tsked, tsked at him. “I’m not laughing, Mr. de Sade, because I dialed down my sense of touch, and I don’t feel a thing. But you, my little tormentor, you can’t do that, can you? I think I’m gonna go tit for tat here; let’s see how long you hold out when I tickle you.” Jim quickly straddled Blair’s thighs and held both his prisoner’s wrists in one hand, then he began his own inquisition.
"Say 'Wonderburgers are wonderful,' Blair-bear, and I'll let you go."
Blair rapidly started howling with laughter and gasps, wriggling like an eel on their bed, but the stubborn little shit wouldn’t call uncle. Jim finally changed his touches to heavier strokes on Blair’s naked skin and thickening penis, and the laughter died and the moans began.
“Tomorrow, Blair,” Jim crooned to his lover, while he worked on building Blair back to orgasm. “You’ll find out soon enough, tomorrow.” Before long, Blair’s body shook and he cried out, helpless, as he was made to come, Jim holding him down tightly till Blair’s body collapsed against the sheets. Jim kissed him on the forehead and covered them both up, as Blair slid without protest into sleep.
* * *
“G'way,” Blair mumbled and tried to pull the pillow over his head to stop the annoying pats on his face. Dimly, he heard the overly saccharine tones of his early-bird-lover.
“Nah-uh, Sandburg. You’re my boy for twelve sweet hours today. And now, Jim says: Time to get showered and dressed. We start as soon as you’re out of the bathroom. You’re going to fix me your banana pancakes for breakfast, and then I’ve got a long list of chores for you to do. But I’m making a game out of it. Should be fun, at least for me.”
Blair blinked his eyes open to see the smirking expression that went along with the sugary voice of his lover. His unruly dick, already stiff from the usual morning hard-on, gave a lurch at the thought of being under Jim’s command for the whole day. Jim pulled the covers off of him, and then reached down and polished the head of Blair’s penis. Blair closed his eyes again and sighed contentedly.
“Be a good boy for me, Blair, and,” Jim stroked Blair’s dick knowingly, “you’ll be rewarded. Give me lip, and I’ll let you go hard and wanting. You going to cooperate?”
Eyes half open, Blair watched his dick receive another stroke; he spread his legs, hoping Jim would want some before-breakfast exercise, but Jim just laughed at him and stepped back from the bed.
“If you want to be fucked today, Sandburg, you’ve got to get up and follow my rules. I followed yours when I lost my bet and now it’s your turn.” Jim reached down and pulled Blair up from the bed and turned him in the direction of the stairs. Blair felt a sizzling swat on his butt that finished waking him up and left his nerve endings tingling for a good five minutes after he got in the shower.
Blair had been annoyed, amused, aroused, and then aroused to the tenth degree by Jim’s antics during the morning spent doing chores at the loft. After he’d gotten dressed in his jeans, thermal and flannel shirts -- and since he was at home -- his earrings, nipple ring, bracelets and necklaces, Jim had explained to him what exactly he was to do this morning.
Breakfast had been fun; Blair enjoyed cooking, so making the banana pancakes hadn’t been any kind of hardship at all. Jim kept making suggestions to himself out loud, making sure Blair heard all the options for sexual positions that he might put Blair in later today. Blair had to keep adjusting his jeans and he knew without a doubt Jim was aware of the effects his words had on Blair. It was all Blair could do, not to squirm too much on the hard kitchen chair, as Jim debated the relative merits of Blair with his legs over Jim’s shoulders or on all fours, while Jim fucked him.
Consequently, Blair’s pump was already primed when Jim outlined the little game he wanted to play with him while Blair toiled to do chores this morning.
Strip cleaning.
By early afternoon, Blair was naked, and the bathroom was clean, the kitchen floor mopped and swept, the bed made, laundry carted downstairs and upstairs and folded, breakfast dishes washed and put away, furniture dusted, windows washed, and the floors vacuumed. After each chore was completed, Jim had removed an article of clothing from Blair, and then proceeded to kiss and touch him till he wanted to scream from frustration.
Each time at the height of his arousal, when he wanted to jump on Jim’s leg and hump him, if he couldn’t have Jim’s hands or mouth or ass, Jim would turn him so that Blair’s back was to Jim’s front, and take Blair’s hands captive and just hold him till the greedy and panting noises Blair was making had died back down to whimpers. Then the bastard would calmly tell him which task was next and how his shirt, or pants, or necklace would be removed when that particular job was completed. He would adjust the room temperature up another notch, so Blair didn’t even have cold air to dampen down his libido.
Blair had never, ever cleaned anything in a haze of lust before, and he cursed his decision to wear jewelry this morning. Jim had left taking that for last; being naked wearing only his bracelets and necklaces made him feel even more wanton.
Jim’s eyes had branded Blair all morning during each and every chore done to Jim's exacting standards, and he was perspiring, and flushed, and hard, and dying to come.
Finally, after stumbling through the last chore on the list Jim had named, he told Jim he was done.
He was done. Blessed Goddess, he was so done.
Jim plucked off his ankh necklace so he was down to just his nipple ring; he licked his lips, waiting for Jim to administer the coup de grace -- or shove him into a cold shower.
Jim walked around him, eyeing Blair from his toes to the tip-top of his hair. Then the prick resumed the damn ritual he’d invented this morning and brought him back to wordless noises and sobs. But there was a god and his name was Ellison, because Jim lifted him up and sat him on the counter, spread Blair’s legs widely apart and proceeded to give him the blow job of the century.
When Blair had re-grown his spinal cord and could sit up straight again, Jim lifted him down from the counter and told him not to shower, but to get dressed in exercise clothes. They were going to Wonderburger, and afterwards to the gym.
Several hours later they returned, Jim in a wonderful mood and Blair again harder than petrified wood. Jim had taken on the role of Blair’s trainer and had him using the machines, and doing exercise routines, and then he'd accompanied Blair on a run. Afterwards, he'd made Blair spot for him while he lifted weights, and watching Jim’s muscles pump up had made Blair very glad for the roomy sweat pants he was wearing.
Jim had been scenting him all afternoon; apparently the combination of pheromones, perspiration and the smell of Blair’s semen, some of which Jim had rubbed into the skin of Blair’s penis, was acting like catnip to a lion - if lions liked catnip, which maybe they did, but had anybody ever done any real research on this topic? He thought he might look into it, but right now, Jim was advancing and looking ready to pounce on him.
Pouncing was fine by him. He welcomed pouncing. Pouncing - God, Jim was licking his neck, and then his sweatshirt was being pulled off of his body. The rest of his clothes were quickly stripped away, and he was naked and Jim wasn’t - the feel of Jim’s clothes against his bare skin was intoxicating -- and Jim was giving him little bites on the neck and licking his nipples and he was so grateful for pouncing.
He tried to articulate this to Jim, but the words weren’t that intelligible and then he was bent over the table and Jim was fingering his ass with cold, cold lube and then he was lost in the sensations of being fucked. His mind went on a kaleidoscope ride with the sensations of Jim’s dick plunging into his ass, the feel of clothing against his naked skin, the submission he felt to Jim’s taking him. His world narrowed down to this moment: Jim fucking him was his universe - his existence. And when he came so blindingly hot - a new galaxy was born, spiral arms flung out in helpless rapture.
Jim didn’t let Blair get dressed the rest of the afternoon, just wrapped him in a blanket and tucked him next to him on the couch, while they watched Little Joe and his family tame the west. Again. Still, this was Jim’s day, and Blair wasn’t going to critique the actions of white settlers who had driven the Native Americans from their homelands. Not after Jim threatened to gag him.
Jim idly played with Blair’s hair, and his wandering hands would meander into the folds of the blanket and tweak, touch or twist various and sundry bits and pieces of Blair’s body. He kept Blair at a low level of arousal, till they’d watched several episodes, and laughed uproariously when Blair recounted the plots back to him in an entirely new format.
As the sun was setting, Jim got both of them to their feet and explained the plans for the rest of his twelve hours. When Blair started to protest, Jim reminded Blair that he was Jim’s boy to do what he liked with for the next several hours. And what he liked was for Blair to get cleaned up and dressed up for an evening with him out in Cascade. Their first stop would be at the mall - where Jim intended to buy Blair a few outfits that didn’t scream Good Will bargain. Then they were going to eat at that new expensive seafood restaurant that Simon had been raving about. Then… well, they’d see then. Maybe a late evening stroll by a beach. Jim’s twelve hours would be over by that time, but he told Blair he hoped they could agree to finish the day with a look at the sky and the ocean.
Blair gave him an enthusiastic kiss, the blanket falling unheeded to pool around his feet.
“Love you, Jim,” he whispered, arms tight around his lover, and smiled when Jim replied, “Me, too.”
“You love you too, Jim?”
Jim gave him a light noogie on his head. “No, you dork. I love you, Blair Jacob Sandburg. Now get going, we’ve got an agenda to complete here.”
Blair reluctantly let go of Jim and obediently headed to the bathroom; he congratulated himself on another well-laid plan.
I wonder if Jim knows I rigged that bet yesterday so I’d lose. Maybe I’ll confess my sin after our walk on the beach tonight.
Of course, if he did, Jim might think he deserved a spanking… thinking about the tingling his butt had felt this morning from Jim’s swat… maybe that would be a good thing.
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'mine to toy with' is from the movie Willow.
Laurie