The Observer
17 chapters
53,000 words
129 pages
beta'ed by
kitty_poker1 with some chapters beta'ed by
slashpuppy.
It's done. It's DONE. Yep, The Observer is FINISHED FINISHED FINISHED. Anyone who donates $25 to the Moonridge auction will get the COMPLETED story the day that Aly sends me the list. The rest of you will be getting chapters dribbled and drabbled out between July and August.
So, sign up now and get all of the kink, the action, the mystery, and the sex with no cliffhangers.
And now, just because I like teasing, Chapter One of "The Observer" And since it's going to be a while before Chapter 2, I promise lots of kink with no cliffhanger.
Jim flipped the television off, leaving the kitchen the only source of light in the dim loft. It was unseasonably warm or he would have lit a fire. Blair sat up and pushed against his leg, and Jim let his hand wander down to the curled hair where he stroked it, letting go of his own frustrations.
When Blair had first asked for this, Jim had hesitated, but seeing Blair finally relaxed, the manic energy drained, Jim let himself smile down at his lover. Blair looked up at him, clearly asking what was next on the agenda even without words.
"Just want some quiet," Jim said as he got up from the couch and opened the balcony doors. Living in this area meant few neighbors and none with a view of the balcony. Of course, Jim wasn't sure Blair would hesitate, even if someone could see him. He leaned against the railing, and Blair crawled to his feet, kneeling down and leaning his weight into Jim's leg.
"Beautiful night," Jim said, not really expecting an answer. He still got one in the form of a heavy sigh and more weight pressing against his leg.
Jim glanced down at his lover-naked, gagged, knee pads on, his hands cocooned in mitts, his ankles attached to his thighs with a short chain, and that puppy tail plug holding him open, the tail part curling up toward his back.
"Don't you think so, Chief?" Jim asked as he reached down and gave a naked side a friendly thump. The puppy tail bobbed a bit as Blair tightened his inner muscles. Feeling a little evil, Jim reached down and caught the tail, tugging at it gently as Blair squirmed and moaned behind his gag.
"Puppy's about to make a mess on the floor," Jim commented as he considered the drop of precum gathering at the end of Blair's hard cock. The sight made Jim start to harden.
Rubbing his own erection, Jim eased up on his own control and allowed himself to really study the body at his feet, to feel the heat grow in his cock. All night he'd focused his eyes on the television and not the curve of Blair's ass or the play of muscle across his shoulder. Now Jim let himself feast on the sight.
Jim groaned, and Blair pressed against his leg in silent encouragement before looking up with wide eyes. Yep, the kid knew that if he could just get Jim hard, he'd get an end to the game. Jim didn't enjoy self-denial the way Blair did. He'd be beyond frustration by now, but he'd learned not to judge Blair by his own preferences. He liked to tie Blair up, and Blair loved to be tied. And Blair loved to be hard.
Jim gave a curl a little tug and Blair dropped his eyes back down submissively. Jim would decide when to end the sensual torture, and Blair's pleading gaze wouldn't change that. Especially since the man needed to let go so badly. The mayor had put Blair on display, ambushing the two of them on the courthouse steps with a horde of reporters as he announced a new push to make the police department more adaptable and responsive to the needs of minorities. In public, Blair had put on the perfect show, dazzling the reporters with discussions of group dynamics and power and rising expectations and cultural respect.
But once they got home, that façade had fallen, and Blair had panicked at the thought of having to deliver on the pretty words, of having to produce papers that actually helped officers change their ways of thinking. He'd spun nearly out of control at the thought of having to give up his work on Sentinels because of this new life with the police that seemed to be sucking him in, but then he turned around and nearly hyperventilated at the idea that he wouldn't be able to do enough with the police.
Blair had only settled once Jim opened the wooden chest that now sat in the living room, an antique lock making it look like a piece of art. The command to strip had made Blair drop his clothes and his worries as he focused on following orders. He'd knelt while Jim had first fitted the collar. That one piece of leather defined the edges of their play. Put it on, and Blair dropped the aggression that he carried through the rest of his life, and he became Jim's. When Jim had pulled out the puppy hardware, Blair's heart began to thump as Jim buckled on each item, carefully testing each bond, tightening the straps to avoid rubbing while avoiding making any too tight.
Jim had saved the gag, flipping on a soccer game and ordering Blair to put his clothes into the basket in the bathroom where they belonged. He'd sat on the couch, pulled off his shoes with a sigh, and watched as Blair had travelled between the living room and the bathroom. Crawling with the clink of chain against the floor, he'd grabbed each item in his teeth before crawling the hallway to drop it in the hamper. And with each trip, Jim could see him grow harder.
Finally, Blair came and knelt by Jim's side, unable to really sit with the puppy tail tucked into place, and Jim had held out the gag. Blair opened immediately, and Jim had pressed the rubber into place. For a second, he'd hesitated, wanting Blair in his arms but also wanting to give Blair the chance to sink into the role and hand over the power. Finally, Jim had ordered Blair to lie down. Jim felt Blair settle in, his head resting on one of Jim's feet as he watched the game.
Jim had reached down, teasing Blair with a few strokes to his cock that made Blair whimper, and then Jim had spent the rest of the game letting his bare foot travel over Blair's helpless body.
And now, the tension of earlier had vanished under the contentment Blair always got when Jim tied him. Jim gave the puppy tail another tug, and Blair wiggled his ass.
"You know, when I was married, I had some fantasies, but they never went this far," Jim said as he crouched down. Blair looked at him, his eyebrows lowering in concern.
"Oh, don't get so paranoid," Jim admonished him as he draped an arm around Blair's back and ruffled his hair. Blair huffed through his nose and shook his head to try to get the hair out of his face. "I'm not doing this for you, or not *just* for you. I can't believe how much I love seeing you like this," Jim confessed, and Blair's expression relaxed.
"Last week, when that idiot on the scene gave you shit and you ripped him a new one, I was thinking how much I wanted to bring you home and tie you down. You're so strong, Chief, one of the strongest men I know, and to know that you'll lay down that strength for me is incredibly sexy," Jim whispered. He'd quickly learned that words would torture Blair into a state of sexual need about as quickly as a hand around his cock, and he loved watching as Blair's body twisted and humped just from Jim's words.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom before bed?" Jim asked. The kid would never be able to pee with a hard on like that, but he could offer. Blair shook his head.
"Hungry?" Jim asked. Blair hesitated a second after that question, but then shook his head.
"Thirsty?"
Blair nodded for that one, and Jim stood up, heading into the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water before dropping in a straw. Since Blair had hesitated, he grabbed a banana and peeled it, breaking it into chunks and putting it on a saucer. He put them both on the floor and then walked over to Blair, who knelt by the table.
"Hurry up, then," Jim said as he unbuckled the gag.
Blair took a second to rub against Jim's leg like a large cat before he crawled into the kitchen to see what Jim had put down. "When you're done, I'll be upstairs," Jim said before he made a quick detour to the bathroom. When he came out, Blair was already attempting the stairs, slowly inching his way up, and Jim watched the view from the rear.
He moved easily enough, but with each stair, Jim could see the movement make the plug shift, and Blair would hesitate as his cock twitched in response. Jim still had the gag in hand, and he kept waiting for Blair to say something, but Blair controlled his mouth all the way to the top of the stairs, at which time he promptly went to the corner of the bed and started humping.
"Bad dog," Jim said as he caught the collar and pulled Blair back from the bed. Blair opened his mouth, and Jim waited for an excuse to put the gag back on, but then he just whined his frustration.
"Up you go," Jim said, lifting Blair and putting him on the bed. "Someone's getting a little big there," Jim joked, and Blair glared over his shoulder.
Jim laughed and gave the raised ass a smack. Blair gave a wiggle and clenched his ass so that the tail bobbed. Jim grabbed it and pulled straight out. For a second, Blair held on to the plug so that Jim had to pull harder until finally it popped out.
Blair let out a low moan, and Jim hurried to shed his own clothing. He still remembered his nervousness the first time he'd done this, half afraid that he wouldn't fit in Blair, no matter what the Internet said. He crawled on the bed behind Blair, and Blair let his shoulders sink to the bed so that his back arched and his ass stuck up into the air.
Oh yeah, that was his little hedonist, Jim thought as he let his hands run over the muscles of Blair's ass. Taking his erection in hand, Jim grabbed a lubed condom and tore open the package, rolling it on before he lined up and pressed slowly forward; he watched Blair's arms slide over the sheets as he twitched in need. Jim knew that Blair wanted it harder and faster; he needed that to come. But right now, Jim enjoyed slowly torturing Blair as he leisurely pressed in and Blair made a keening sound that ended with a harsh panting.
Once Jim was fully in, he let himself lean forward, resting his hands on Blair's shoulders, further pinning him to the bed.
"I could take you slow and easy, and come just from knowing you were submitting to me. I could do it so gently that I left you hard and aching when I finished," Jim threatened, and Blair started grunting, arching his back in clear desperation. And yet, he lay submissive under Jim's hands.
Taking pity on his lover, Jim pulled out and then slammed back in, making Blair throw his head back and struggle back up to all fours. Jim moved faster and faster, letting go of his own control as he felt his orgasm rush up through him. He yelled as he came, and then Blair was there, cursing colorfully as he arched and shook and orgasmed onto the covers.
Jim sagged onto Blair, still holding the base of the condom as he withdrew. He'd barely pulled free when Blair collapsed, and they both fell to the bed in an exhausted heap.
"Fuck," Blair said softly, and Jim smiled. The man had a foul mouth when he was horny, but then he spent so much time gagged that it didn't really matter that much. Jim stretched out and dropped the condom into the wastebasket beside the bed.
"I'm in the wet spot," Blair complained tiredly as Jim then unhooked his legs, unbuckling the straps around his ankles and thighs.
"You made it," Jim pointed out.
"You made me make it."
"You loved it."
"I'm too tired to have this fight right now," Blair conceded.
"Funny, I feel like that a lot," Jim laughed. He slipped the kneepads off Blair's legs and then slid up into the bed. Blair still had on the collar and the mitts that kept his fingers curled into a little ball, but Jim wasn't in any hurry to take those off.
"Feeling better?" Jim asked as lay next to Blair. Blair rolled so that his back pressed into Jim's chest, spooning.
"Still freaking a little," Blair confessed. "I mean, I know I can do good work at the department, but the ride-along is only for a month. Man, the way he talked in front of those reporters, I'm going to single-handedly redefine race and gender for the entire fucking station."
"Don't sell yourself short. I think you're already well on your way to that goal," Jim said as he reached for the smaller toy box from under the bed. He pulled out a length of chain and leather traces. Blair sighed.
"Frankenstein's monster," he said dramatically, putting on a long-suffering expression as Jim started buckling satin-lined restraints around his wrists.
"I have it on good authority that Frankenstein was very fond of his monster," Jim said with a smile, not even pausing as he locked the long leash to the railing. Blair had plenty of room to move, but he couldn't leave the bed. More importantly, he couldn't stroke himself. If he woke up horny, he would have to try to tempt Jim into finishing it for him. Somehow, that felt right. Only once the new restraints were locked in place did Jim start taking off the mitts that made Blair's hands useless.
"He probably was," Blair agreed.
"And if we need to extend the ride-along, we can," Jim said as he settled in, reaching over to flip off the light since Blair couldn't.
"Man, I'm getting great stuff, and I have one paper ready to publish already, but I can't help but think about my Sentinel stuff. I'm feeling like I'm never going to get back to my dissertation."
"Why are you doing that as a dissertation?" Jim asked curiously. The dark and the warmth of Blair's body made him feel secure in a way he hadn't since before the crash in Peru, and he let his imagination play its nightly game with him.
He imagined Blair's heart beating loudly enough to echo off the walls, driving away the other sounds the way a nightlight scares the ghosts. His hands wandered over Blair's body, feeling the hairs slide across his palms.
"From the first time I read Burton's book, all I wanted was to find a Sentinel," Blair said softly, and Jim could hear the desperation in that tone, but this time he couldn't fill that need with leather and a strong hand.
"If there are any left, you'll find them," Jim promised, "but it would open doors if you waited until you were Dr. Sandburg to look. You might find more people willing to listen."
"Yeah, but when I get my dissertation, people will pretty much expect me to keep studying whatever I focused on."
"And since when do you care what people expect?" Jim asked. The question made Blair fall silent, and Jim could hear the links on the chain jangle as Blair tugged at it. "Don't answer that," Jim said as he reached around and let his hands rest on top of Blair's. "Just think about it."
Tucking Blair in closer, Jim draped one leg over his lover and fell asleep.
53,000 words
129 pages
beta'ed by
kitty_poker1 with some chapters beta'ed by
slashpuppy.
It's done. It's DONE. Yep, The Observer is FINISHED FINISHED FINISHED. Anyone who donates $25 to the Moonridge auction will get the COMPLETED story the day that Aly sends me the list. The rest of you will be getting chapters dribbled and drabbled out between July and August.
So, sign up now and get all of the kink, the action, the mystery, and the sex with no cliffhangers.
And now, just because I like teasing, Chapter One of "The Observer" And since it's going to be a while before Chapter 2, I promise lots of kink with no cliffhanger.
Jim flipped the television off, leaving the kitchen the only source of light in the dim loft. It was unseasonably warm or he would have lit a fire. Blair sat up and pushed against his leg, and Jim let his hand wander down to the curled hair where he stroked it, letting go of his own frustrations.
When Blair had first asked for this, Jim had hesitated, but seeing Blair finally relaxed, the manic energy drained, Jim let himself smile down at his lover. Blair looked up at him, clearly asking what was next on the agenda even without words.
"Just want some quiet," Jim said as he got up from the couch and opened the balcony doors. Living in this area meant few neighbors and none with a view of the balcony. Of course, Jim wasn't sure Blair would hesitate, even if someone could see him. He leaned against the railing, and Blair crawled to his feet, kneeling down and leaning his weight into Jim's leg.
"Beautiful night," Jim said, not really expecting an answer. He still got one in the form of a heavy sigh and more weight pressing against his leg.
Jim glanced down at his lover-naked, gagged, knee pads on, his hands cocooned in mitts, his ankles attached to his thighs with a short chain, and that puppy tail plug holding him open, the tail part curling up toward his back.
"Don't you think so, Chief?" Jim asked as he reached down and gave a naked side a friendly thump. The puppy tail bobbed a bit as Blair tightened his inner muscles. Feeling a little evil, Jim reached down and caught the tail, tugging at it gently as Blair squirmed and moaned behind his gag.
"Puppy's about to make a mess on the floor," Jim commented as he considered the drop of precum gathering at the end of Blair's hard cock. The sight made Jim start to harden.
Rubbing his own erection, Jim eased up on his own control and allowed himself to really study the body at his feet, to feel the heat grow in his cock. All night he'd focused his eyes on the television and not the curve of Blair's ass or the play of muscle across his shoulder. Now Jim let himself feast on the sight.
Jim groaned, and Blair pressed against his leg in silent encouragement before looking up with wide eyes. Yep, the kid knew that if he could just get Jim hard, he'd get an end to the game. Jim didn't enjoy self-denial the way Blair did. He'd be beyond frustration by now, but he'd learned not to judge Blair by his own preferences. He liked to tie Blair up, and Blair loved to be tied. And Blair loved to be hard.
Jim gave a curl a little tug and Blair dropped his eyes back down submissively. Jim would decide when to end the sensual torture, and Blair's pleading gaze wouldn't change that. Especially since the man needed to let go so badly. The mayor had put Blair on display, ambushing the two of them on the courthouse steps with a horde of reporters as he announced a new push to make the police department more adaptable and responsive to the needs of minorities. In public, Blair had put on the perfect show, dazzling the reporters with discussions of group dynamics and power and rising expectations and cultural respect.
But once they got home, that façade had fallen, and Blair had panicked at the thought of having to deliver on the pretty words, of having to produce papers that actually helped officers change their ways of thinking. He'd spun nearly out of control at the thought of having to give up his work on Sentinels because of this new life with the police that seemed to be sucking him in, but then he turned around and nearly hyperventilated at the idea that he wouldn't be able to do enough with the police.
Blair had only settled once Jim opened the wooden chest that now sat in the living room, an antique lock making it look like a piece of art. The command to strip had made Blair drop his clothes and his worries as he focused on following orders. He'd knelt while Jim had first fitted the collar. That one piece of leather defined the edges of their play. Put it on, and Blair dropped the aggression that he carried through the rest of his life, and he became Jim's. When Jim had pulled out the puppy hardware, Blair's heart began to thump as Jim buckled on each item, carefully testing each bond, tightening the straps to avoid rubbing while avoiding making any too tight.
Jim had saved the gag, flipping on a soccer game and ordering Blair to put his clothes into the basket in the bathroom where they belonged. He'd sat on the couch, pulled off his shoes with a sigh, and watched as Blair had travelled between the living room and the bathroom. Crawling with the clink of chain against the floor, he'd grabbed each item in his teeth before crawling the hallway to drop it in the hamper. And with each trip, Jim could see him grow harder.
Finally, Blair came and knelt by Jim's side, unable to really sit with the puppy tail tucked into place, and Jim had held out the gag. Blair opened immediately, and Jim had pressed the rubber into place. For a second, he'd hesitated, wanting Blair in his arms but also wanting to give Blair the chance to sink into the role and hand over the power. Finally, Jim had ordered Blair to lie down. Jim felt Blair settle in, his head resting on one of Jim's feet as he watched the game.
Jim had reached down, teasing Blair with a few strokes to his cock that made Blair whimper, and then Jim had spent the rest of the game letting his bare foot travel over Blair's helpless body.
And now, the tension of earlier had vanished under the contentment Blair always got when Jim tied him. Jim gave the puppy tail another tug, and Blair wiggled his ass.
"You know, when I was married, I had some fantasies, but they never went this far," Jim said as he crouched down. Blair looked at him, his eyebrows lowering in concern.
"Oh, don't get so paranoid," Jim admonished him as he draped an arm around Blair's back and ruffled his hair. Blair huffed through his nose and shook his head to try to get the hair out of his face. "I'm not doing this for you, or not *just* for you. I can't believe how much I love seeing you like this," Jim confessed, and Blair's expression relaxed.
"Last week, when that idiot on the scene gave you shit and you ripped him a new one, I was thinking how much I wanted to bring you home and tie you down. You're so strong, Chief, one of the strongest men I know, and to know that you'll lay down that strength for me is incredibly sexy," Jim whispered. He'd quickly learned that words would torture Blair into a state of sexual need about as quickly as a hand around his cock, and he loved watching as Blair's body twisted and humped just from Jim's words.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom before bed?" Jim asked. The kid would never be able to pee with a hard on like that, but he could offer. Blair shook his head.
"Hungry?" Jim asked. Blair hesitated a second after that question, but then shook his head.
"Thirsty?"
Blair nodded for that one, and Jim stood up, heading into the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water before dropping in a straw. Since Blair had hesitated, he grabbed a banana and peeled it, breaking it into chunks and putting it on a saucer. He put them both on the floor and then walked over to Blair, who knelt by the table.
"Hurry up, then," Jim said as he unbuckled the gag.
Blair took a second to rub against Jim's leg like a large cat before he crawled into the kitchen to see what Jim had put down. "When you're done, I'll be upstairs," Jim said before he made a quick detour to the bathroom. When he came out, Blair was already attempting the stairs, slowly inching his way up, and Jim watched the view from the rear.
He moved easily enough, but with each stair, Jim could see the movement make the plug shift, and Blair would hesitate as his cock twitched in response. Jim still had the gag in hand, and he kept waiting for Blair to say something, but Blair controlled his mouth all the way to the top of the stairs, at which time he promptly went to the corner of the bed and started humping.
"Bad dog," Jim said as he caught the collar and pulled Blair back from the bed. Blair opened his mouth, and Jim waited for an excuse to put the gag back on, but then he just whined his frustration.
"Up you go," Jim said, lifting Blair and putting him on the bed. "Someone's getting a little big there," Jim joked, and Blair glared over his shoulder.
Jim laughed and gave the raised ass a smack. Blair gave a wiggle and clenched his ass so that the tail bobbed. Jim grabbed it and pulled straight out. For a second, Blair held on to the plug so that Jim had to pull harder until finally it popped out.
Blair let out a low moan, and Jim hurried to shed his own clothing. He still remembered his nervousness the first time he'd done this, half afraid that he wouldn't fit in Blair, no matter what the Internet said. He crawled on the bed behind Blair, and Blair let his shoulders sink to the bed so that his back arched and his ass stuck up into the air.
Oh yeah, that was his little hedonist, Jim thought as he let his hands run over the muscles of Blair's ass. Taking his erection in hand, Jim grabbed a lubed condom and tore open the package, rolling it on before he lined up and pressed slowly forward; he watched Blair's arms slide over the sheets as he twitched in need. Jim knew that Blair wanted it harder and faster; he needed that to come. But right now, Jim enjoyed slowly torturing Blair as he leisurely pressed in and Blair made a keening sound that ended with a harsh panting.
Once Jim was fully in, he let himself lean forward, resting his hands on Blair's shoulders, further pinning him to the bed.
"I could take you slow and easy, and come just from knowing you were submitting to me. I could do it so gently that I left you hard and aching when I finished," Jim threatened, and Blair started grunting, arching his back in clear desperation. And yet, he lay submissive under Jim's hands.
Taking pity on his lover, Jim pulled out and then slammed back in, making Blair throw his head back and struggle back up to all fours. Jim moved faster and faster, letting go of his own control as he felt his orgasm rush up through him. He yelled as he came, and then Blair was there, cursing colorfully as he arched and shook and orgasmed onto the covers.
Jim sagged onto Blair, still holding the base of the condom as he withdrew. He'd barely pulled free when Blair collapsed, and they both fell to the bed in an exhausted heap.
"Fuck," Blair said softly, and Jim smiled. The man had a foul mouth when he was horny, but then he spent so much time gagged that it didn't really matter that much. Jim stretched out and dropped the condom into the wastebasket beside the bed.
"I'm in the wet spot," Blair complained tiredly as Jim then unhooked his legs, unbuckling the straps around his ankles and thighs.
"You made it," Jim pointed out.
"You made me make it."
"You loved it."
"I'm too tired to have this fight right now," Blair conceded.
"Funny, I feel like that a lot," Jim laughed. He slipped the kneepads off Blair's legs and then slid up into the bed. Blair still had on the collar and the mitts that kept his fingers curled into a little ball, but Jim wasn't in any hurry to take those off.
"Feeling better?" Jim asked as lay next to Blair. Blair rolled so that his back pressed into Jim's chest, spooning.
"Still freaking a little," Blair confessed. "I mean, I know I can do good work at the department, but the ride-along is only for a month. Man, the way he talked in front of those reporters, I'm going to single-handedly redefine race and gender for the entire fucking station."
"Don't sell yourself short. I think you're already well on your way to that goal," Jim said as he reached for the smaller toy box from under the bed. He pulled out a length of chain and leather traces. Blair sighed.
"Frankenstein's monster," he said dramatically, putting on a long-suffering expression as Jim started buckling satin-lined restraints around his wrists.
"I have it on good authority that Frankenstein was very fond of his monster," Jim said with a smile, not even pausing as he locked the long leash to the railing. Blair had plenty of room to move, but he couldn't leave the bed. More importantly, he couldn't stroke himself. If he woke up horny, he would have to try to tempt Jim into finishing it for him. Somehow, that felt right. Only once the new restraints were locked in place did Jim start taking off the mitts that made Blair's hands useless.
"He probably was," Blair agreed.
"And if we need to extend the ride-along, we can," Jim said as he settled in, reaching over to flip off the light since Blair couldn't.
"Man, I'm getting great stuff, and I have one paper ready to publish already, but I can't help but think about my Sentinel stuff. I'm feeling like I'm never going to get back to my dissertation."
"Why are you doing that as a dissertation?" Jim asked curiously. The dark and the warmth of Blair's body made him feel secure in a way he hadn't since before the crash in Peru, and he let his imagination play its nightly game with him.
He imagined Blair's heart beating loudly enough to echo off the walls, driving away the other sounds the way a nightlight scares the ghosts. His hands wandered over Blair's body, feeling the hairs slide across his palms.
"From the first time I read Burton's book, all I wanted was to find a Sentinel," Blair said softly, and Jim could hear the desperation in that tone, but this time he couldn't fill that need with leather and a strong hand.
"If there are any left, you'll find them," Jim promised, "but it would open doors if you waited until you were Dr. Sandburg to look. You might find more people willing to listen."
"Yeah, but when I get my dissertation, people will pretty much expect me to keep studying whatever I focused on."
"And since when do you care what people expect?" Jim asked. The question made Blair fall silent, and Jim could hear the links on the chain jangle as Blair tugged at it. "Don't answer that," Jim said as he reached around and let his hands rest on top of Blair's. "Just think about it."
Tucking Blair in closer, Jim draped one leg over his lover and fell asleep.