Fic: 'Precipitating Change' TS/XF J/B/WS 2/2
Title: Precipitating Change
Fandoms: The Sentinel/The X-Files
Word Count: 16800-ish
Summary: Jim and Blair are stuck ... and then, they're not.
All the other stuff: see part one
Part One
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"I want to see you with each other," Blair confessed abruptly. "I want to watch."
"Chief, you are kinky," Jim said approvingly, shooting Blair a smile. "You gonna touch yourself while you watch?"
"Oh, shit," Blair muttered as his cock responded to that provocative tone by becoming fully hard again. He prided himself on having good recovery time, but this was ridiculous.
"I'd like to see that," Walter added smoothly, lifting Blair's chin in one big hand and kissing his lips. They yielded to him warmly, opening to allow his plunging tongue. Walter tasted the salt-sweet remnants of Jim's semen in Blair's mouth, and hummed appreciatively, delving deeper, seduced by the way that Blair's tongue stroked and sucked at his. He buried his hands in that wonderful hair and let himself feed on that enthusiastic vitality.
"Damn, I get it," Jim breathed. Walter lifted his head slowly, gaze lingering on Blair, who was panting; his own eyes heavy and dark. "It's hot to watch."
Walter looked over at Jim.
"And you're right. He does pack quite a punch," he managed to rasp, smiling when he noticed Jim Ellison's cock was hard and ready. "You gonna sit on the bed?" He asked Blair, who took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Wow. Uh, no. If I'm that close I'll want to touch." Blair shook his head until he cleared his senses. Walter kissed like a conquering overlord. He loved it.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Walter teased, giving him an affectionate squeeze before releasing him.
Walking into the en suite bathroom, Walter dampened a couple of wash cloths with warm water and picked up a couple of towels, too, returning to hand one each to Jim and Blair. Unfolding one towel over the seat of an elegantly upholstered wingback chair, he threw the extra on the bed, then turned the chair to face the mattress.
"Ringside seat," he said and Blair smiled sunnily at them both.
"I'll reserve the right to jump in any time."
Jim watched Blair with a smile of his own, admiring the way Blair looked, naked, framed by the chair's heavily embroidered patterned blue damask. The color echoed in Blair's hot gaze as Blair sat with his legs unashamedly open. One hand was already threading through the hair at Blair's groin; making his cock bob hopefully.
Jim's sight afforded him the vision of Blair's flushed skin, where perspiration shone like morning dew, trapped in tiny crystals clinging to Blair's body hair ... an achingly beautiful sight, like the small pearl of fluid that glistened on the slit of Blair's rigid cock.
"Pretty picture," Walter said. Blair ducked his head and blushed a little more heavily.
Jim and Walter shared a grin, then Walter reached into his bedside table drawer and withdrew condoms and lube - two tubes. One tube and the condoms he set on top of the elegant table, where tissues and hypoallergenic baby wipes sat unapologetically.
He handed the other tube of lube to Blair. Blair accepted the tube with a curious lift of his mobile eyebrows, and Walter could practically hear his thoughts.
"It pays to be ready. When you decide you're ready, you be ready, boy," he ordered in a gruff voice.
Jim started to protest that tone then saw Blair sink back against the chair and lower his chin. More than that, Jim saw the way Blair's cock jumped and his nipples tightened, skin glossing with fresh sweat.
"Oh. Damn."
Jim thought he'd said that to himself, but he caught Walter smirking at him and offered a rueful grin. No, he hadn't known Blair could even do submissive ... but now that he did, he intended to have a lot of fun with it.
Walter nodded, as if approving his intentions ... then those big hands were on Blair's legs, parting them even further, until each was hooked over an arm of the chair, leaving Blair splayed wide open, strong thighs taut.
"Jesus," Walter said, stepping back to appreciate his handiwork. "Just like that. Perfect." He turned to Jim with a lusty grin. "Now that part of the scene is set. Come here."
And, oh, damn, but Jim hadn't known he could do submissive either, but that tone made him want to drop to his knees and crawl.
As it was, he found himself standing at parade rest in front of the man, winning an approving nod that warmed him all over and straightened him with pride. It didn't matter what their relative levels of command in their respective services had been; Jim recognized and responded almost instinctively to Walter's air of command. He couldn't help it. He'd been drilled on it too well and too long and it was still a large part of him, independent thinker or not.
Walter found himself straightening reflexively, acknowledging that unconscious stance at attention.
They were both soldiers at heart, no matter where their careers had led them, men of honor who'd borne arms in defense of their country.
It showed in Jim Ellison, and Walter respected that deeply. Not to say he didn't respect Blair's sweet capitulation; that got to him on a whole other level. They were perfect together - as a couple - and separately as individuals. Hell, he liked them as much as he wanted them, and it had been a while since he'd had a bed partner for which that was the truth ... let alone, two.
Walter couldn't stop grinning inside, although he managed to limit it outwardly as a wry quirk of his lips.
He leaned into Jim and sniffed the side of Jim's face, and the reaction his simple gesture caused came on a jolt of mutual arousal. Jim's head fell back as he bared the side of his neck, and Walter nuzzled the soft skin where his jaw met his neck.
"Turn around," Walter whispered too low for Blair to hear.
Jim barely heard it himself, obeying automatically, Walter's hands steadying his arms even as Walter covered his back; breath hot on the back of Jim's sensitive neck.
"Look at Blair."
Blair was squirming as he watched them, hands on his thighs. He met Jim's eyes and shook his head as if disbelieving.
"God, Jim, you don't know what you look like together. Walter-" Blair gave them a helpless shrug. "I've never seen anything so- Look in the mirror. Both of you."
Jim and Walter turned as one to look into the large mirror over the dresser, and Blair heard them both catch a startled gasp when they saw themselves standing there. They were well matched, of a height but with enough contrast to make a striking picture together. Walter wasn't quite as cut as Jim Ellison - few were - but he was still strongly muscled and fit, from his broad shoulders and trim waist to his long feet. His body bore more scars than Jim's, but they only enhanced his aura of powerful strength. In the golden lamplight, Walter's skin looked quite a bit darker than Jim's paler tones; forming a marvelous contrast to Blair's eyes.
"Like honey and ivory," Blair whispered almost against his will, well aware he sounded like an idiot. Worse, his eyes were stinging, the way they did when his emotions were intensely stirred. Jim and Walter were so beautiful together he couldn't help himself. "I want you to see it. Both of you. Look. Walter, touch Jim. Touch his chest. Show him, look at yourselves."
Walter hid a smile in the back of Jim's neck and wondered just where submissive Blair had gone because there was nothing but 'Orders Mister do it now!' in that slightly hoarse, surprisingly deep voice.
What amused him the most was his eagerness to obey.
"There's been a change in the chain of command, I see," he murmured in a barely-there voice, pleased when Jim merely smiled and leaned further into him, shifting enough to turn his face into Walter's neck and breathe in.
"That's Blair," Jim agreed softly.
"He's right. Look at us."
Walter was transfixed by the sight in the looking glass, almost hypnotized by the way his hands looked slowly moving over the exquisite planes of Jim Ellison's chest. Jim was leaning against him even harder now, head resting on his shoulder. Jim's back bowed a little, chest pushed into his touch while that taut ass cradled his cock so faithfully Walter knew he could come from this alone. It looked and felt so good that Walter couldn't refuse what Blair wanted, but their youngest lover wasn't going to get things his own way completely.
"Touch yourself where I touch Jim," he said, turning them slightly to one side, so they could both clearly see Blair's reflection as well as their own.
Walter skimmed his hands down Jim's chest, thumbs brushing over Jim's nipples, which were already tight and hard. Jim was masculine perfection given form, but with Walter standing there touching him they became art. Walter suddenly understood why Blair had been so moved earlier by the sight of him and Jim together. His own large workingman's hands looked very good moving over Jim Ellison's elegantly carved pectorals ... but the way the man felt was even better.
"Your skin is incredibly soft," he murmured, stroking Jim again, splitting his focus between watching Jim respond and watching Blair mimic his actions. Blair hummed low in his throat, approvingly, hips twitching a little when Jim let out a low sound, his eyes fixed on Blair.
Jim was in sentinel heaven, and couldn't bother with coherent speech. Every sense was being satisfied, the scent of mutual arousal thick enough to taste. Sight and sound and touch combined had his nervous system spooling up to fly high. Blair was his anchor, his little noises and wanton appearance and heady, musky scent balancing the overwhelming pleasure of Walter's body against his skin and the way he looked in Walter's arms.
Blair was right. He and Walter were beautiful together.
"Touch yourself, Blair," Walter ordered in a silky baritone that rumbled through Jim's body, setting off their own fires. One callused palm slid upwards over his throat, fingertips skimming his bottom lip.
Jim watched Blair obey, mouth opening, tongue darting out to tease a fingertip ... and sighed at the salt-clean flavor of Walter's skin. Walter dragged a nail lightly over Jim's lip, his free hand coming around to smooth down Jim's body, thumb dipping into Jim's navel.
Jim groaned, both at the sight of Walter doing it to him, Blair doing the same to himself, and the way it all felt. It was almost too much.
Almost.
That hand slid down over his pelvis to the join of his thighs, which he parted automatically, adjusting his stance. Walter cupped his scrotum carefully, weighing his balls and caressing them gently ... while Blair displayed his own heavy sac with equal care.
Blair's cock looked painfully hard, pre-ejaculate making the swollen red head glisten, and Blair made a soft noise that could have passed for a whimper.
"God, god," Jim whispered, staggered. Watching Blair duplicate what Walter was doing made him feel like he was inside Blair, feeling what Blair felt, their nerves resonating in sync. Blair's eyes looked a bit wild, and Jim could sympathize, wanting nothing more than to bend over and let those busy fingers open him. "Waaaalter..."
"Oh, I know, handsome Jim," Walter crooned into one elegant ear, enjoying himself immensely. "Such beautiful boys, so hot and needy." He tugged at one stiff little nipple and lightly fisted Jim's cock, making the man in his arms buck and sway, careful to keep his fingers curled loosely enough to make it a tease and not push either man over. "You'll be heaven to fuck."
"Oh, shit," Blair swore, giving his balls a vicious tug. The sight was enough to make Jim wince, his own arousal backing down a notch, and he sucked in a harsh gasping breath to help clear his head.
"Hair trigger, Chief?" He rasped, grateful when Walter stopped petting him and merely held him ... although the hard cock rubbing up and down his crack was making him nuts.
Blair gave them a strained grin, clamping his hands on the arms of the chair as if it was the only way to keep from jerking himself to completion.
"I used to have some self-control, believe it or not."
"Maybe you need to quit worrying about staying in control," Walter said over Jim's shoulder, gaze so scorching on Blair Jim could literally feel it go by the side of his face. "Get that sweet ass ready, Blair."
"Yes, Sir," Blair murmured, slicking his fingers and circling his hole, carefully avoiding his cock.
"God," Jim breathed, sure that was just about the hottest damned thing he'd ever seen, especially when Blair began to bury the tip of one blunt finger. "Oh, jeez. God."
"I know," Walter whispered in his ear. "He's fucking beautiful and he doesn't even know it." Walter lubed his fingers and stroked along the valley of Jim's cleft, teasing over Jim's hole. "We're gonna show him."
"I can't- god oh fuck that's- yeah. Oh, oh, yeah. Good. More."
Jim wasn't even listening to himself. His eyes wanted to roll up in the back of his head but he couldn't stop watching Blair finger himself while Walter was preparing him.
"Shit, Jim, you're killing me, here," Blair managed, fighting to keep his fingertips off his prostate and his other hand off his cock. Who knew Jim would be such a talker? Every incoherent sound made it clear what Walter was doing. It was just as clear that Jim was loving it -- squirming into it, gasping and moaning and taking Walter's fingers with greedy enthusiasm while he vocalized his enjoyment.
"Get on the bed, Blair. Kneel and brace yourself against the headboard so Jim can fuck you while I fuck him."
"Saving time by being direct, Walter?"
"You gonna try to tell me you don't like it?"
"No, I can't tell you that," Blair said, sliding his fingers out of his glistening ass and moving towards the head of the bed, looking at Walter over his shoulders. "I like it a lot, in fact."
"Get your ass on that bed, boy."
"Yes, Sir."
Blair crawled onto the bed, pale ass high before he grabbed the headboard and knelt up. Walter groaned softly in his ear and Jim tugged at his own balls, unbearably aroused by the sight when Blair's back arched, ass tilted up and thighs spread, hair wild as Blair flung it back and looked at them over his shoulder.
"Jesus Christ," Walter said and spared him the trouble of articulating. Jim let out the breath he discovered he was holding and blinked. "Ellison, are you blind?"
Apparently, he was an idiot, Jim thought a bit dazedly, feeling and watching Blair's skin flush as a blush crawled over those high cheekbones. He could see Blair's erection hanging heavy with arousal, scrotum tightening under his eyes, long muscles twitching under smooth skin, smell the scent of Blair's need for him.
"Blind and stupid," he admitted hoarsely, moving to Blair's side. He couldn't not, kneeling at the head of the bed beside Blair and touching his face. "You look like my best fantasies, Chief."
Blair stared into his eyes for a moment then nuzzled into Jim's light touch, a growing smile brightening his entire face.
"Makes us even, man."
"That's sweet," Jim said, smiling back.
"Yeah, well, I'm kinda sweet on you. Now get with the program here and fuck me," Blair ordered gently, tongue flickering over the tips of Jim's fingers, making Jim's cock throb like there was a direct line from one to the other. He gasped as Blair did it again, lips closing gently over his first and second finger, Blair's tongue rasping the sensitive pads.
"Oh god oh fuck Chief Blair that's- feels good, feels good," Jim was dying with how good it felt, his cock aching in arrhythmic, ball-tightening pulses that were trying to warn him he could - would - come from no more than this if he didn't get his fingers out of Blair's mouth.
Fortunately, Blair drew back on his own.
"I want you in me when you come."
"Not helping, Chief," Jim gritted, fighting to dial it down.
"Walter, how's the view?" Blair asked, aware Jim needed somewhere else to focus. "Could we like, do gay porn, or what?"
"I wish. I might buy some, then," Walter said, grinning broadly.
Blair realized that the other man was genuinely happy for them. It gave him a warm rush of affection for their patient lover, and he found himself laughing quietly.
"Goes both ways, Walter. I'd love to see you in a leather 'zine."
"Blair, Blair." Walter knee-walked up from the foot of the bed, stopping behind them, one knee pressed between each of their own. "You're a deep one."
Walter ran a hand down Blair's back, not willing to touch Jim until the guide's attitude said it was okay for his sentinel.
Walter was a smart man, and he'd begun to recognize the pattern behind Blair's episodic bouts of patter and shifts in behavior. Blair Sandburg might enjoy playing the bratty submissive, but it wasn't going to happen at the cost of Jim's comfort.
Walter didn't want it that way, in any case.
"You look at those pictures? You dream about being a Master, or having one, boy?" He rubbed his hand over that fine, firm ass then drew back his hand to try a little swat, only to find his wrist caught in an iron grip.
"You don't hit him," Jim said. For a cold second Walter could see death in those glacier-blue eyes. The nerves in his wrist went numb with pain and he froze automatically.
"Jim." Blair's hands went to Jim's head, turning Jim's gaze on his. "Let Walter go. He wasn't going to hurt me. I- I, uh, sometimes I like to be spanked during sex, and Walter recognizes that, okay? Let him go, man."
Blair said something Walter couldn't hear but could clearly lip-read as "Stand down, sentinel" then Jim released him. The blood started flowing back into pressure-points, making his wrist ache twice as much for a few heartbeats before easing to nothing.
That he wasn't actually damaged was a tribute to Jim Ellison's skill and training, Walter supposed wryly, sorry he'd elicited what looked like the unthinking response of sentinel instinct. Mulder's report on the Barnes investigation had made it clear those instincts could get out of control.
"I should have asked first. Forgive me," Walter said to Jim as Blair checked over his wrist. "I'm all right."
"I'm sorry, Walter. I didn't mean to ... be so rough," Jim said in return, his faintly shocked demeanor confirming that he hadn't thought about what he was doing but had merely reacted. He touched Walter's wrist while Blair supported it, fingers dancing over Walter's skin in a way that was quickly making Walter forget anything had ever hurt.
"You were just coming to my rescue," Blair said, winking at Walter. "My Blessed Protector."
"Chief. I didn't- It just-"
"Jim, shh. It's okay. We're okay, right, Walter?"
"Yeah. More than. It was just reflex. You must have been a hell of a soldier, Jim Ellison," Walter said, repossessing his hand so he could give Jim's shoulder a firm squeeze.
Jim's face heated, but he relaxed under Walter's touch. Walter decided to ignore Blair's barely audible sigh of relief and moved his hand to the back of Jim's neck, massaging lightly.
"I think we need to make it up to you, Walter," Blair announced, giving Jim a speaking glance that Jim returned in kind.
With no further warning, Walter found himself flat on his back on the bed with Jim and Blair lying over him, holding him down. Jim was resting one of his hands over his head on the pillow while Blair did the same with his other; the two of them quirking wicked grins in his direction.
"Leave them there, Walter," Blair said, scooting until he could look down directly into Walter's eyes. "Can you do that?"
"I can do whatever you want, pretty Blair," Walter managed a little hoarsely, since Jim's hand was wandering around his chest exploring while Jim's hard thigh rubbed over his re-awakening cock.
Blair licked his own lips then licked at Walter's, dipping in to briefly taste his mouth.
"'Pretty'? Walter, Walter. Can't you think of a manlier word?"
Blair scraped his face against Walter's, letting their light evening stubble rasp together. Walter sighed then and simply let go, putting himself in their hands.
"Damned pretty," Walter teased, helping himself to a few of the winding curls of hair that were tickling over his fingers and tugging. Blair grinned at him for a moment then kissed him again, deeply this time, tongue sliding against his in a luxurious glide.
Jim discovered his nipples, pinching them with just enough pressure. Walter simply hummed his approval, especially when Blair's mouth moved toward his ear and teeth nibbled at his jaw. Very soon, Walter found himself gasping as the two of them played his body relentlessly, his noises turning into low moans as Jim and Blair started traveling down his body, one on each side.
"Tasty," Blair breathed, licking one nipple then blowing on it while stroking Walter's abs, fingers delicate on a fading tracery of scars. His bright eyes pierced Jim's over the broad expanse of Walter's chest. "You suck?"
"Been a while," Jim admitted, mouthing his grin around Walter's other nipple.
"How about a refresher course?" Blair scooted down even further, painting a stripe up the underside of Walter's cock with a wet tongue before winking at Jim. "Watch this. You just open your mouth, relax your jaw, and swallow," he said, taking Walter's cock almost to the root in one swift gulp.
Walter let out a strangled groan, his hips thrusting involuntarily.
"Fuck," Jim whispered as Blair handled Walter's reaction without gagging. Blair slowly pulled off Walter's cock with an audible slurp, lightly palming Walter's balls as he blew on the slit and leered at Jim.
"It's a gift. I'll show you."
"Fuck," Jim swore again, helpless to keep from repeating himself as he imagined Blair doing that to him. Neither he nor Walter were average-sized, but Blair made deep-throating look easy.
Walter made a protesting noise and opened his eyes to glare at Blair.
"Who said you could quit, boy?"
"Sorry, Sir."
Blair fluttered geisha eyelashes at Walter and lowered his head, lush mouth enveloping Walter's cock once again.
The fact that Blair was enjoying himself immensely didn't escape Jim's notice, and wasn't that just like Blair? When he found something he enjoyed doing, he threw himself into it with his whole heart and did it as well as it could possibly be done. By anybody.
"You're a perfectionist," he murmured, startling Blair so much he stopped what he was doing to stare at him, taking Walter in hand.
"Jim, man, you just now finding that out? I suppose the apparent lack of organization threw you, huh?" Blair tipped his head to one side and shot Jim a half-smile that Jim felt all the way to his balls.
Walter was grateful for the distraction, needing the time to gather back his shattering self-control. It had taken just about everything he had not to come down Blair's throat. He didn't want to be finished too soon. It had been a near thing - something Blair, with his obvious expertise, had respected.
"You suck dick better than anybody I've ever known," Walter remarked hoarsely and gave a rusty chuckle. "Jim Ellison, you are one lucky motherfucker."
"Believe me, I know," Jim said, smiling at Blair with a happy, slightly silly smile that just knocked Blair flat. Blair sucked in his breath and let it out slowly, his own smile spreading even as he felt himself blush. Jim only beamed brighter, obviously pleased by his reaction.
"But I have to tell you, Chief, there's no way I'll last as long as Walter," Jim confided in a warning tone, his hand petting Walter's chest gently.
Walter snickered, feeling a touch of justifiable pride about that, considering the sacrifice he'd made by withholding his orgasm earlier.
Blair laughed out loud then, throwing back his head and letting it roll out like he hadn't done for longer than Jim wanted to remember. Walter touched his face and Jim glanced over to briefly meet the understanding in those dark chocolate eyes.
"He is a miracle. You are a lucky man, Jim," Walter added very quietly as Blair grinned at them both, face shining with humor as his chortles began to taper away.
"Yes, I am, and I'll never forget it again," Jim said, kneeling up to catch Blair's face in his hands. "I have to taste that laugh," he told Blair simply, watching startled joy leap in Blair's eyes as Jim joined their mouths, kissing Blair deeply ... diving into that hot chamber and savoring the clean salt-musk tang of Walter and the sweetly addictive flavor of Blair himself.
Blair's mouth was so hot and welcoming that Jim felt instantly yanked out of his head, sense memory taking him right back to the powerful ecstasy of coming with Blair's kiss earlier. The memory echoed through every part of him so strongly it was like it was happening all over again. Jim parted their lips with a gasp, yanking himself out of a near-zone just barely in time to prevent his body from automatically following the remembered sensations.
"God, Blair, your mouth. Wicked, decadent, tempting, beautiful mouth." Jim licked over Blair's lips, keeping the contact shallow. "I have dreamed of having your mouth on me, Chief. Woke up with the sheets wet so many nights."
Jim ran his hands through that hair, tipping Blair's head back and baring Blair's throat ... biting gently on the sharp edge of Blair's jaw, loving the way the rough warm skin tasted damp with sweat.
"Ohhh," Blair breathed as all his small lingering uncertainties faded away. Limp with surrender, the only things holding him up were Jim's touches and kisses.
Walter lifted himself on his elbows to watch Jim and Blair. He'd never considered himself much of a voyeur, but lying between them as he was, he couldn't help but be one. They were beautiful men, so in love it made them transcendent and Walter felt privileged to see them like this; at this point in their relationship ... in the first incredible moments of a no longer unrequited devotion that was epic enough to satisfy Walter's maternal Russian ancestors.
Watching them made Walter feel good in a way that had nothing to do with his body and everything to do with his soul. This was the kind of love that saved worlds - the kind that made the world worth saving - that gave people a reason for living.
He'd almost forgotten that kind of love existed.
"Hmm," Jim said, lifting his mouth off the love bite he'd sucked onto the side of Blair's neck, just below collar level. Blair was shuddering, his cock angry-dark and leaking pre-ejaculate as his hips twitched. Jim was equally hard and needy. Walter fisted his hands in the sheets to keep himself from touching.
Jim grinned at him.
"Go ahead, catch him. I'm going to spread him out on top of you," Jim said, suiting word to deed and maneuvering Blair bodily into lying backwards over Walter's torso, his face close enough to Walter's for kisses, which left his chest bowed and his throat as vulnerable as his groin. Walter threaded their hands together and held Blair to his chest, nuzzling just under Blair's ear.
Blair was panting, the automatic tension in his body easing as he grew to trust Walter's strength. He then squirmed into Walter, making himself comfortable, his little shifts and wiggles nearly driving Walter insane with impatience to fuck.
Walter gasped as he felt Jim take hold of his erection, spreading a gloss of lube over it before feeding it through Blair's firm inner thighs. Walter let out a grunt as the pure pleasure in this position rushed over him; hips flexing once.
Blair moaned, melting all over Walter like good chocolate, and Walter found himself grinning despite his arousal, parting Blair's thighs with his own legs before he could forget why he didn't want to come yet.
"You've got yourself an erogenous zone there, don't you, pretty Blair. I bet you'd like to be fucked up against the wall. I can see Jim's hands on your thighs, holding you open for him as he thrusts up inside your sweet hot ass-"
"Oh GOD!" Blair stiffened then started to writhe, his voice breaking off in a harsh wail.
By craning a bit, Walter could see Jim sucking Blair's cock; hands and mouth prolonging Blair's pleasure and drinking him down. Jim Ellison was plainly no amateur at the act, either, Walter distracted himself by noticing. Blair was panting out a weak little "oh, oh, oh," that was bypassing Walter's ears and going directly to his dick, making his balls ache. Blair's hot, sweaty weight was its own torment, his silky skin slick against Walter's entire front, body still trembling intermittently as Jim lifted his head and smiled at Walter.
"Walter, you're evil. You started that," Blair finally managed, then drooped a lazy grin Jim's way. "And you were pretty fucking good at finishing it, Jim. Yay me." His sated tone was so blatantly self-congratulatory that both Jim and Walter had to laugh.
Walter couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed this much in bed. Or out of it, for that matter.
Blair tipped his head back and managed to meet his eyes.
"I think you need to fuck Jim now, Walter, while Jim comes up my 'sweet hot ass'."
Jim groaned his appreciation for this plan while Walter swore under his breath, fighting the urge to grab Blair's hips and pull him down a few inches.
"Brat," he growled softly, releasing Blair, who slid off and twisted, until he was on his side facing Walter. Blair grinned at him, an expression Walter found remarkably sultry, before Blair scooted back to make a gap between them.
"Jim?" Blair held out one hand.
"My turn in the middle?"
Jim took Blair's hand and knee-walked into the space Blair had made, unable to resist and equally unable to stop smiling. He let Blair and Walter position him where they wanted, and soon found himself on his side, ass spooned into Walter's groin, while Blair was touching his front; petting his face, stroking his neck and chest, passing curious, learning fingers over his nipples and abs.
"Oh, God, there's no way I'm gonna last," he complained with rough humor as Walter's hand smoothed over his hip and dipped behind his thighs.
Blair snickered, unceremoniously lifting Jim's upper leg to rest over his own thighs, opening Jim to Walter's gentle explorations. It all felt so good that Jim had to wonder if he'd survive his next climax, particularly when a slick finger slid into his ass.
Blair must have seen the sudden fear pass through his eyes. Blair knew how wide open his senses were right now.
Blair stared into Jim's eyes, reassuring him, steadying him, like he always did.
"Don't worry. I've had to come to terms with my own lack of control where you and Walter are concerned," Blair teased between easy kisses, hands cradling Jim's face. Blair could see the remaining anxiety in Jim's gaze and thought he could guess at its source. "It'll be okay. I won't let you zone," he added for Jim's ears alone. His sentinel sighed and relaxed that much more.
Walter gentled his own hands, moving slower, lighter ... earning a sharp glance from Blair that assessed him with lightning perception, stripping his soul bare. You know. You know Jim's a sentinel shone in those blue eyes as clearly as the sudden threat behind them. If you hurt him in any way I will make you beg for death.
Shit, he'd seen that look too many times not to recognize it.
"What do you need from me, for him?" Walter asked, acknowledging a number of things with the question.
Jim, whose arousal had been doused the instant Blair had indicated a reason to fear - not that anyone but another sentinel would have known - tensed.
Walter felt it and reluctantly withdrew his finger from Jim's hot passage. He kept his hands on Jim's ass, rubbing him lightly.
As if he couldn't bear not to touch. Jim could sense that, too, relaxing again and leaving Blair's judgment to Blair.
Blair shifted to crouch over Jim's upper body, so he could stare into Walter Skinner's eyes. Keeping a hand constantly on his sentinel, Blair unconsciously shielded Jim's face as he threat assessed yet again.
As open as Jim in his own way, letting his focused interest fly, Blair let out the part of him that he rarely allowed free of his cage; allowing instinct to take over. He found himself holding Walter's chin and looking.
Blair's attention landed on Walter with a palpable touch. Walter began to reassess some suppositions he'd made about Blair Sandburg and the role of the guide. Holding still for that piercing gaze wasn't exactly the easiest thing he'd ever done.
Blair smiled into Walter's eyes, genuinely reassured.
Darkness there, yes, the shaman in Blair saw it, but far less than the light. This was a complicated man. A man who guarded his heart. A man who was being very honest with much more than his body and not afraid to admit it. A man of honor, with whom Blair was comfortable to be around. A natural Protector, with a capital P. A man who was so like Jim but like him, too. Walter wasn't a guide but he was so intuitive about body language and nonverbal cues that he could pass for one at need.
There were few people on Blair's 'comfortable to be around list'. There were even fewer on his 'trust with Jim's life' list, but as Walter Skinner met his forthright examination, Blair could see this man met his criteria for both, which put him in rare company indeed.
Blair found his posture easing.
"I like you, Walter. You seem to appreciate the guide's place in the sentinel's life. I like this." He nodded at Walter's absent fondling of Jim's ass and spoiled his semi-serious tone by snickering at the end, feeling Jim huff a laugh into his thigh. "What you're doing is fine, isn't it, Jim?"
"Very fine. Just out of curiosity, where do you think the guide's place ought to be, Chief?"
Jim smiled against Blair's warm skin as Blair laughed inside again - and how Jim could feel that was freaking Jim out a little - but he ignored the weird factor and tried to just enjoy Blair's reaction to his question.
His sense of Blair's emotions was all mixed up with his recognition that Blair trusted Walter Skinner and so did he, for that matter, or they never would have come this far to begin with. Jim trusted Walter with Blair - obviously - and as far as Jim was concerned, that said it all. If he could do that, he could also trust Walter with his abilities.
And anyway, what was one more thing naked between them?
"My place is where ever I want it to be, of course," Blair said with a grin in his voice that Jim could hear.
"Of course," he said, rubbing his face against Blair. "Where do you want to be?"
"With you buried up my ass. Walter's right about that, too. Smart man. It's where you belong. But don't assume I won't top occasionally."
"Chief, I would never assume that," Jim said, rubbing back into Walter's strong legs. "I'm not arguing, believe me. I'm gonna be happy to go along with whatever you want for the next fifty or sixty ye- ah, yeah, Walter. That's- yeah there fuck god yes good."
"Oh god, I want you in me while you're babbling like that," Blair said, twisting about and lying down; rubbing his ass onto Jim's cock, which had firmed back up rapidly under Walter's prostate-massaging, stretching fingers.
Walter's own cock jumped and re-filled from its half-erect state. He'd never gone completely soft, despite the genuine recognition of the danger he was in should he injure or betray either sentinel or guide.
His libido, Walter was faintly ashamed to admit, thought danger was as hot as it ever had.
Oh, well. A man had to have his kinks.
Pulling out of Jim carefully - to Jim's moan - Walter dried his fingers on the edge of the towel and handed Blair the lube and a condom.
"Get yourselves ready. Jim, it's your show to run. You start penetrating Blair first and when you're ready - if you're ready-"
"Trust me, Walter, I'm ready," Jim practically snarled, shaking a bit as Blair's hands worked on preparing his cock. "Blair, you need more-"
"Babe, trust me when I tell you the only more I need is your cock up my ass."
"God, Chief, would you stop talking dirty? You're making me- me, god, Blair- Ah! No, not you, Walter, sorry, please don't stop don't stop oh shit oh Blair my god oh god that's- you're so- so tight."
Blair made a noise then that was somewhere between a moan and a sob.
"Jim, god, man, so long, so long. Dreamed of having you in me."
"No! Walter! Don't let me come!"
Walter tugged lightly at Jim's balls, pausing - with iron restraint - in the act of sliding his own cock inside Jim Ellison's equally hot sweet ass, those clasping satin walls sucking away his self-control.
"Thanks," Jim breathed, his orgasm staved off for the moment. Barely. "Blair, I say this to you out of love. Shut up. If you say one more word I'm going to come. And oh, god, please be still for a few seconds."
"Me! Okay, okay," Blair said, turning his face into the crisp sheet and fighting to hold himself motionless. Every incremental little push drove Jim's thick cock deeper inside him, searing him with pleasure from the inside out, and he wanted nothing more than to lunge back onto it.
Jim was filling so much more than his body, the shockwaves throbbing outwards to the barrier of Blair's skin and then rebounding along his spine, heading straight for his balls, even while his mind fell stunned to the side of the road, struck head-on and blasted right out of the driver's seat.
Fighting his body, Blair shivered as various sets of nerves tingled - fasciculations, the little tremors were called, he thought to himself rather desperately. They were symptomatic of his extreme arousal, making his skin twitch in patches over his back and shoulders and quite beyond his control.
He wanted this so much it was frightening. It didn't matter how many times he'd already come. This was it for him, after having longed so for Jim to fuck him. Blair suspected his ancestors knew how much he'd ached for Jim to take him at last.
And god help him, Walter Skinner was doing the same to Jim, Blair could feel it happening like the sensations were transmitting directly into his own skin through Jim's.
Blair wanted Walter too, which made him wonder briefly if he was being selfish and greedy. He decided pretty quickly hell no.
This whole thing felt to Blair like some kind of honking big reversal of bad Karma; a gift from the universe to say 'Hey, sorry, Sandburg, life kinda bit ya on the ass lately and We wanna make it up to ya!' The precious reward of Jim's love had become Blair's heart and soul; Jim's physical expression of his love for Blair every thing he'd ever wanted and 'Oh yeah, we're giving you a bonus!'
Walter's presence was certainly prized. Blair wallowed in wanting them both, drenching himself in the pure physicality of the moment ... relaxing so completely to Jim's slow progression that he sped it up quite a bit more than Jim intended.
Jim could feel it - feel Blair - wanting Walter and him. He moved Walter's big hand to Blair's cock while he began rocking in and out of Blair, unable to keep himself from moving. Blair wanted to feel Jim, wanted to feel Walter moving Jim into him, and Blair was nearly insane with Jim's previous order to remain still.
Blair was trembling with effort and beautiful with it, which wasn't helping Jim maintain his own near-to-shattering self control. Jim's senses were wide open, telling him everything at a primal level of understanding that was close to making him feel psychic. He wasn't just feeling his reactions, but theirs, too, and they were pouring through Jim's perception in a tsunami of input that could merit its own scale.
Walter was invading him with the ease of a born conqueror, taking him over in a blistering rush of controlled grace and power. Jim wanted to howl with Walter's earthy, pleasured triumph at making a place for himself inside Jim. Jim could smell it; that pure alpha scent seeping into his skin in synesthetic flashes of light.
Jim gasped and sought his touchstone, thrilling vicariously to what Blair was experiencing, Blair out of his head as he rarely was and mentally writhing as Jim filled him. Jim's focus shifted, showing him that Blair the shaman was getting a lot more than just physical delight. Jim trembled with the mental rush Blair was feeling from all three of them, as real as the evidence of his other five senses.
It was intoxicating. Powerful. The kind of thing that ought to be offered up to Spirits and shouted from rooftops. His sense of Blair's spirit soared through Jim's mind like an internal sunrise, tuning his perceptions until he could hear Blair's soul sing - vibrating through Jim at some level that was usually beyond even his ears.
Jim let what he heard anchor him, keeping him in the present while his senses spiked painlessly again. He'd never known spikes could feel good - and he'd certainly never expected to feel this safe in letting his senses do whatever they wanted.
And oh god, but his senses wanted. Walter's cock felt huge in Jim's ass and so damned good that Jim couldn't hold back a greedy whimper. His rhythm becoming unsteady as Blair's ass welcomed more and more of his aching cock, accepting him into impossible tightness and heat.
The part of Jim that set himself to watch over Blair helped him hang on. It was still a near thing. He was shuddering, feeling his own and Blair's perceptions cascading over him along with Walter's, too ... straining to keep his motions gradual for all their sakes.
His absolute confidence that Walter wouldn't take him any further or faster than he wanted to go was its own intense thrill.
Jim let himself revel in his sense of touch, moving even slower for several long minutes. Walter's breath stuttered against his upper back, as Walter's forehead fell against the nape of his neck, the heavy weight another anchoring distraction.
Blair's body was quivering next to him, abs twitching under his palm, ass giving a tiny little shimmy that made Jim's hips want to dance. Jim doubted Blair even knew he was doing it. They were all hot and sweaty and flushed; Blair and Walter were sliding against his skin and he could smell and hear the way they sounded, the air thick enough to taste.
He couldn't take much more. It was time to bring it home.
"Blair, Blair love this love you so good this is sooo good. Love your ass. Love fucking it and god love being fucked. Walter's so good, babe. Big. I feel that big in you?"
Kicked closer to the edge and biting one fist to stifle shouts of pleasure, Blair still managed not to move - mostly - and silently screamed his joy. Yes yes Jim you feel big so big in me at last your cock in my ass so big so good so hard so hot so high yes Jim more want more fuck hard hard want you-
"Jesus, Blair, I can still hear you!"
Jim's hips surged forward involuntarily, burying his cock balls deep in Blair with the hardest thrust he'd given yet. The head of his cock nailed Blair's prostate before skittering off, accuracy that had Blair keening through his nose, both of them right there with a sudden wild force that made Jim do it again, rocking hard onto Walter's cock so he could plunge into Blair.
Jim's nerves fired in that glorious pulse of heat that comes just seconds before implosion.
"Blair. Blair can't- I can't last you're too good so tight so hot ah god Walter, yes that's oh god Blair he's hung so good hot like you god Walter harder Blair oh Blair..."
"Shit!" Walter cursed roughly, slick fist closing tighter on Blair's cock when that rigid bar of flesh twitched helplessly in his grasp. Walter was right there as well, his balls already drawing up to shoot. His arousal was heightened by that desperate voice - and Jim's ass fucking onto his cock was murdering Walter's control - sending Walter into pre-orgasmic tremors as he finally bottomed out and shoved Jim harder into Blair.
Jim groaned right along with Walter.
"I can't!" Blair cried out, breaking at last, hips jerking towards Walter's hand and then back onto Jim's cock as he gave a low sob. "It's too good too fucking good Jim god man grab my hips and FUCK ME HARD!"
Grabbing Blair's hips, Jim fucked Blair as ordered, hard - nailing Blair's prostate repeatedly and impaling himself on Walter's big cock with every counterstroke. He was grunting like he was being shot every time Walter rubbed against his own prostate, each bright shock of ecstasy killingly good.
Beyond thought, Jim let himself drown in the hot waves of his impending orgasm, washing over him like high tide, implacable. Certain.
Held at the peak so long it was almost painful, Jim heard his own voice shouting from outside his head as the tension coiling in his body abruptly uncurled.
"BLAIR! WALTER! YES! NOW!"
Jim began convulsing in Walter's arms. Walter roared, deafened by his own climax, coming so hard he distantly worried about aneurysms. Each heavy throbbing surge he pounded into Jim Ellison's ass while jacking Blair's cock to the same bass beat, feeling Blair swell and pulse in his grip, Blair's scant slippery come slicking a path through his fingers.
Blair was wailing, his ass clamping down on Jim's cock in arrhythmic spasms that Walter could feel echo on his own flesh. The sensations were so intense he was flattened by them, unable to do more than hold both his lovers and shudder with them through the timeless duration of their shared climax.
In the last of his passion, Jim closed his teeth on the back of Blair's neck and heard Blair's noises thin to a genuine low scream. Walter kept moving in Jim like Jim was moving in Blair, each thrusting stroke prolonging the sensations until all three of them felt completely obliterated with pleasure.
It took them a while to stop shaking.
Some time later, Blair turned, tended to Jim, and lay back down to face Jim and Walter, staring at them both with a still-dazzled gaze that made Walter want to laugh.
"So good," Jim mumbled, gradually letting his sense of touch level out before Walter withdrew. He stared into Blair's bright, wondering eyes. "I love you, Chief."
"I love you too, Jim," Blair answered very quietly, knowing all of Jim's senses needed a few moments to settle.
With no more notice than that, Jim let himself drowse into a light doze, senses briefly shutting down for a proverbial cat nap.
This was another demonstration of trust that both Blair and Walter appreciated and felt awed by.
Moving without haste, Walter pulled out of Jim and took care of the condom. He drew his lovers to him and held them gently when he was done, one arm pillowing Jim's head and the other thrown over Blair's shoulders.
"Christ almighty, that was wonderful," he said over Jim's head to Blair, using an equally near-silent tone, feeling that sense of privilege again when both men readily relaxed in his arms.
"Walter. You made it very easy." Blair peered at him steadily. "Your knowledge of him-"
"Will go with me to my grave, like a lot of the things I've seen. You have my word. What I read on him was in a personal file, belonging to a former agent who's no longer with the Bureau. No one else will see it."
"The agent?"
"No one else will see it," Walter repeated evenly to Blair's nod.
"I believe you." Blair's eyes smiled his faith in Walter. Walter lifted his hand to the side of Blair's face and gently stroked that strong, prickly jaw. "Thank you."
"My honor," Walter said, meaning it. "Stay? We'll have room service early. You and Jim can shower here and swing by your home for clean clothes before work."
"Sounds good."
Fishing around with his feet, Blair caught the edge of the top sheet and maneuvered it within reach, flipping it over them before Walter even realized his cooling sweat was making him feel a bit chilly.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Blair said with a sunny grin, getting up on one elbow to lean over Jim and plant a kiss on Walter's surprised mouth. "This night is one for the record books," he added a bit wryly, turning that grin towards Jim. "In more ways than one."
"I really do have to thank you," Walter said seriously, tucking the edge of the sheet over Jim's shoulder without thinking.
"Now, see, that's why you don't," Blair informed him, waving at Walter's automatic gesture. "You're a good guy, Walter. Your presence here is thanks enough."
"Yes, yes, we're all grateful. Can we go to sleep now, Emily Post?" Jim asked in a raspy growl from between them. "You and Walter are starting to sound like those gophers."
"What?"
"You know, those cartoon gophers."
Blair blinked at Walter, whose brown eyes were laughing at him, although Walter was doing an admirable job of holding it in; that sensual mouth compressed in a firm line.
He drew a fingertip across Walter's bottom lip, making a silent request. Helpless to resist, Walter let his low chuckles rumble out.
They were quickly joined by Blair's.
Jim lay there with his eyes closed, smiling, and wondered if he'd ever heard anything that made him feel more simple happiness.
"It's good to be me," he remarked complacently as he felt Blair lie back down beside him, Blair's breath sweet on Jim's face as it puffed out of Blair in even sweeter giggles - not that Jim was planning to tell Blair something that sappy.
"Yeah, you're the king of the world, James Cameron," Blair teased, kissing his cheek and smiling against his skin.
"How many Oscars did he win that night? I bet I feel better than he did."
"Yeah?" Blair asked, more giggles strangling behind the question.
"Definitely. I got a Blair and a Walter."
When Blair whapped him lightly on the arm, all Jim could do was laugh.
***
Blair awakened in the night to listen to Jim and Walter sleep. They were turned away from him; Jim spooned up behind Walter the way Blair was spooned up behind Jim, their breathing even and shallow and comforting.
Maybe it was some shaman's instinct to wake him while the warriors slept their deepest, Blair mused to himself idly, satisfying himself that all was well.
In his wildest dreams Blair never would have imagined that something like this would happen to him today. When he remembered how unhappy he'd been earlier that morning, so painfully sure that Jim would never see him as a lover...
And now he had two, astonishingly enough.
Blair laughed at himself silently then checked the bedside table clock, giving his own internal clock an order. Two more hours of sleep would put him waking thirty minutes before the alarm ... and that's when he wanted to awaken.
He could give two good morning blow jobs in half an hour.
Easy.
He was looking forward to showing Jim and Walter who was king.
***
End
27 Nov 05
Fandoms: The Sentinel/The X-Files
Word Count: 16800-ish
Summary: Jim and Blair are stuck ... and then, they're not.
All the other stuff: see part one
Part One
***
"I want to see you with each other," Blair confessed abruptly. "I want to watch."
"Chief, you are kinky," Jim said approvingly, shooting Blair a smile. "You gonna touch yourself while you watch?"
"Oh, shit," Blair muttered as his cock responded to that provocative tone by becoming fully hard again. He prided himself on having good recovery time, but this was ridiculous.
"I'd like to see that," Walter added smoothly, lifting Blair's chin in one big hand and kissing his lips. They yielded to him warmly, opening to allow his plunging tongue. Walter tasted the salt-sweet remnants of Jim's semen in Blair's mouth, and hummed appreciatively, delving deeper, seduced by the way that Blair's tongue stroked and sucked at his. He buried his hands in that wonderful hair and let himself feed on that enthusiastic vitality.
"Damn, I get it," Jim breathed. Walter lifted his head slowly, gaze lingering on Blair, who was panting; his own eyes heavy and dark. "It's hot to watch."
Walter looked over at Jim.
"And you're right. He does pack quite a punch," he managed to rasp, smiling when he noticed Jim Ellison's cock was hard and ready. "You gonna sit on the bed?" He asked Blair, who took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Wow. Uh, no. If I'm that close I'll want to touch." Blair shook his head until he cleared his senses. Walter kissed like a conquering overlord. He loved it.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Walter teased, giving him an affectionate squeeze before releasing him.
Walking into the en suite bathroom, Walter dampened a couple of wash cloths with warm water and picked up a couple of towels, too, returning to hand one each to Jim and Blair. Unfolding one towel over the seat of an elegantly upholstered wingback chair, he threw the extra on the bed, then turned the chair to face the mattress.
"Ringside seat," he said and Blair smiled sunnily at them both.
"I'll reserve the right to jump in any time."
Jim watched Blair with a smile of his own, admiring the way Blair looked, naked, framed by the chair's heavily embroidered patterned blue damask. The color echoed in Blair's hot gaze as Blair sat with his legs unashamedly open. One hand was already threading through the hair at Blair's groin; making his cock bob hopefully.
Jim's sight afforded him the vision of Blair's flushed skin, where perspiration shone like morning dew, trapped in tiny crystals clinging to Blair's body hair ... an achingly beautiful sight, like the small pearl of fluid that glistened on the slit of Blair's rigid cock.
"Pretty picture," Walter said. Blair ducked his head and blushed a little more heavily.
Jim and Walter shared a grin, then Walter reached into his bedside table drawer and withdrew condoms and lube - two tubes. One tube and the condoms he set on top of the elegant table, where tissues and hypoallergenic baby wipes sat unapologetically.
He handed the other tube of lube to Blair. Blair accepted the tube with a curious lift of his mobile eyebrows, and Walter could practically hear his thoughts.
"It pays to be ready. When you decide you're ready, you be ready, boy," he ordered in a gruff voice.
Jim started to protest that tone then saw Blair sink back against the chair and lower his chin. More than that, Jim saw the way Blair's cock jumped and his nipples tightened, skin glossing with fresh sweat.
"Oh. Damn."
Jim thought he'd said that to himself, but he caught Walter smirking at him and offered a rueful grin. No, he hadn't known Blair could even do submissive ... but now that he did, he intended to have a lot of fun with it.
Walter nodded, as if approving his intentions ... then those big hands were on Blair's legs, parting them even further, until each was hooked over an arm of the chair, leaving Blair splayed wide open, strong thighs taut.
"Jesus," Walter said, stepping back to appreciate his handiwork. "Just like that. Perfect." He turned to Jim with a lusty grin. "Now that part of the scene is set. Come here."
And, oh, damn, but Jim hadn't known he could do submissive either, but that tone made him want to drop to his knees and crawl.
As it was, he found himself standing at parade rest in front of the man, winning an approving nod that warmed him all over and straightened him with pride. It didn't matter what their relative levels of command in their respective services had been; Jim recognized and responded almost instinctively to Walter's air of command. He couldn't help it. He'd been drilled on it too well and too long and it was still a large part of him, independent thinker or not.
Walter found himself straightening reflexively, acknowledging that unconscious stance at attention.
They were both soldiers at heart, no matter where their careers had led them, men of honor who'd borne arms in defense of their country.
It showed in Jim Ellison, and Walter respected that deeply. Not to say he didn't respect Blair's sweet capitulation; that got to him on a whole other level. They were perfect together - as a couple - and separately as individuals. Hell, he liked them as much as he wanted them, and it had been a while since he'd had a bed partner for which that was the truth ... let alone, two.
Walter couldn't stop grinning inside, although he managed to limit it outwardly as a wry quirk of his lips.
He leaned into Jim and sniffed the side of Jim's face, and the reaction his simple gesture caused came on a jolt of mutual arousal. Jim's head fell back as he bared the side of his neck, and Walter nuzzled the soft skin where his jaw met his neck.
"Turn around," Walter whispered too low for Blair to hear.
Jim barely heard it himself, obeying automatically, Walter's hands steadying his arms even as Walter covered his back; breath hot on the back of Jim's sensitive neck.
"Look at Blair."
Blair was squirming as he watched them, hands on his thighs. He met Jim's eyes and shook his head as if disbelieving.
"God, Jim, you don't know what you look like together. Walter-" Blair gave them a helpless shrug. "I've never seen anything so- Look in the mirror. Both of you."
Jim and Walter turned as one to look into the large mirror over the dresser, and Blair heard them both catch a startled gasp when they saw themselves standing there. They were well matched, of a height but with enough contrast to make a striking picture together. Walter wasn't quite as cut as Jim Ellison - few were - but he was still strongly muscled and fit, from his broad shoulders and trim waist to his long feet. His body bore more scars than Jim's, but they only enhanced his aura of powerful strength. In the golden lamplight, Walter's skin looked quite a bit darker than Jim's paler tones; forming a marvelous contrast to Blair's eyes.
"Like honey and ivory," Blair whispered almost against his will, well aware he sounded like an idiot. Worse, his eyes were stinging, the way they did when his emotions were intensely stirred. Jim and Walter were so beautiful together he couldn't help himself. "I want you to see it. Both of you. Look. Walter, touch Jim. Touch his chest. Show him, look at yourselves."
Walter hid a smile in the back of Jim's neck and wondered just where submissive Blair had gone because there was nothing but 'Orders Mister do it now!' in that slightly hoarse, surprisingly deep voice.
What amused him the most was his eagerness to obey.
"There's been a change in the chain of command, I see," he murmured in a barely-there voice, pleased when Jim merely smiled and leaned further into him, shifting enough to turn his face into Walter's neck and breathe in.
"That's Blair," Jim agreed softly.
"He's right. Look at us."
Walter was transfixed by the sight in the looking glass, almost hypnotized by the way his hands looked slowly moving over the exquisite planes of Jim Ellison's chest. Jim was leaning against him even harder now, head resting on his shoulder. Jim's back bowed a little, chest pushed into his touch while that taut ass cradled his cock so faithfully Walter knew he could come from this alone. It looked and felt so good that Walter couldn't refuse what Blair wanted, but their youngest lover wasn't going to get things his own way completely.
"Touch yourself where I touch Jim," he said, turning them slightly to one side, so they could both clearly see Blair's reflection as well as their own.
Walter skimmed his hands down Jim's chest, thumbs brushing over Jim's nipples, which were already tight and hard. Jim was masculine perfection given form, but with Walter standing there touching him they became art. Walter suddenly understood why Blair had been so moved earlier by the sight of him and Jim together. His own large workingman's hands looked very good moving over Jim Ellison's elegantly carved pectorals ... but the way the man felt was even better.
"Your skin is incredibly soft," he murmured, stroking Jim again, splitting his focus between watching Jim respond and watching Blair mimic his actions. Blair hummed low in his throat, approvingly, hips twitching a little when Jim let out a low sound, his eyes fixed on Blair.
Jim was in sentinel heaven, and couldn't bother with coherent speech. Every sense was being satisfied, the scent of mutual arousal thick enough to taste. Sight and sound and touch combined had his nervous system spooling up to fly high. Blair was his anchor, his little noises and wanton appearance and heady, musky scent balancing the overwhelming pleasure of Walter's body against his skin and the way he looked in Walter's arms.
Blair was right. He and Walter were beautiful together.
"Touch yourself, Blair," Walter ordered in a silky baritone that rumbled through Jim's body, setting off their own fires. One callused palm slid upwards over his throat, fingertips skimming his bottom lip.
Jim watched Blair obey, mouth opening, tongue darting out to tease a fingertip ... and sighed at the salt-clean flavor of Walter's skin. Walter dragged a nail lightly over Jim's lip, his free hand coming around to smooth down Jim's body, thumb dipping into Jim's navel.
Jim groaned, both at the sight of Walter doing it to him, Blair doing the same to himself, and the way it all felt. It was almost too much.
Almost.
That hand slid down over his pelvis to the join of his thighs, which he parted automatically, adjusting his stance. Walter cupped his scrotum carefully, weighing his balls and caressing them gently ... while Blair displayed his own heavy sac with equal care.
Blair's cock looked painfully hard, pre-ejaculate making the swollen red head glisten, and Blair made a soft noise that could have passed for a whimper.
"God, god," Jim whispered, staggered. Watching Blair duplicate what Walter was doing made him feel like he was inside Blair, feeling what Blair felt, their nerves resonating in sync. Blair's eyes looked a bit wild, and Jim could sympathize, wanting nothing more than to bend over and let those busy fingers open him. "Waaaalter..."
"Oh, I know, handsome Jim," Walter crooned into one elegant ear, enjoying himself immensely. "Such beautiful boys, so hot and needy." He tugged at one stiff little nipple and lightly fisted Jim's cock, making the man in his arms buck and sway, careful to keep his fingers curled loosely enough to make it a tease and not push either man over. "You'll be heaven to fuck."
"Oh, shit," Blair swore, giving his balls a vicious tug. The sight was enough to make Jim wince, his own arousal backing down a notch, and he sucked in a harsh gasping breath to help clear his head.
"Hair trigger, Chief?" He rasped, grateful when Walter stopped petting him and merely held him ... although the hard cock rubbing up and down his crack was making him nuts.
Blair gave them a strained grin, clamping his hands on the arms of the chair as if it was the only way to keep from jerking himself to completion.
"I used to have some self-control, believe it or not."
"Maybe you need to quit worrying about staying in control," Walter said over Jim's shoulder, gaze so scorching on Blair Jim could literally feel it go by the side of his face. "Get that sweet ass ready, Blair."
"Yes, Sir," Blair murmured, slicking his fingers and circling his hole, carefully avoiding his cock.
"God," Jim breathed, sure that was just about the hottest damned thing he'd ever seen, especially when Blair began to bury the tip of one blunt finger. "Oh, jeez. God."
"I know," Walter whispered in his ear. "He's fucking beautiful and he doesn't even know it." Walter lubed his fingers and stroked along the valley of Jim's cleft, teasing over Jim's hole. "We're gonna show him."
"I can't- god oh fuck that's- yeah. Oh, oh, yeah. Good. More."
Jim wasn't even listening to himself. His eyes wanted to roll up in the back of his head but he couldn't stop watching Blair finger himself while Walter was preparing him.
"Shit, Jim, you're killing me, here," Blair managed, fighting to keep his fingertips off his prostate and his other hand off his cock. Who knew Jim would be such a talker? Every incoherent sound made it clear what Walter was doing. It was just as clear that Jim was loving it -- squirming into it, gasping and moaning and taking Walter's fingers with greedy enthusiasm while he vocalized his enjoyment.
"Get on the bed, Blair. Kneel and brace yourself against the headboard so Jim can fuck you while I fuck him."
"Saving time by being direct, Walter?"
"You gonna try to tell me you don't like it?"
"No, I can't tell you that," Blair said, sliding his fingers out of his glistening ass and moving towards the head of the bed, looking at Walter over his shoulders. "I like it a lot, in fact."
"Get your ass on that bed, boy."
"Yes, Sir."
Blair crawled onto the bed, pale ass high before he grabbed the headboard and knelt up. Walter groaned softly in his ear and Jim tugged at his own balls, unbearably aroused by the sight when Blair's back arched, ass tilted up and thighs spread, hair wild as Blair flung it back and looked at them over his shoulder.
"Jesus Christ," Walter said and spared him the trouble of articulating. Jim let out the breath he discovered he was holding and blinked. "Ellison, are you blind?"
Apparently, he was an idiot, Jim thought a bit dazedly, feeling and watching Blair's skin flush as a blush crawled over those high cheekbones. He could see Blair's erection hanging heavy with arousal, scrotum tightening under his eyes, long muscles twitching under smooth skin, smell the scent of Blair's need for him.
"Blind and stupid," he admitted hoarsely, moving to Blair's side. He couldn't not, kneeling at the head of the bed beside Blair and touching his face. "You look like my best fantasies, Chief."
Blair stared into his eyes for a moment then nuzzled into Jim's light touch, a growing smile brightening his entire face.
"Makes us even, man."
"That's sweet," Jim said, smiling back.
"Yeah, well, I'm kinda sweet on you. Now get with the program here and fuck me," Blair ordered gently, tongue flickering over the tips of Jim's fingers, making Jim's cock throb like there was a direct line from one to the other. He gasped as Blair did it again, lips closing gently over his first and second finger, Blair's tongue rasping the sensitive pads.
"Oh god oh fuck Chief Blair that's- feels good, feels good," Jim was dying with how good it felt, his cock aching in arrhythmic, ball-tightening pulses that were trying to warn him he could - would - come from no more than this if he didn't get his fingers out of Blair's mouth.
Fortunately, Blair drew back on his own.
"I want you in me when you come."
"Not helping, Chief," Jim gritted, fighting to dial it down.
"Walter, how's the view?" Blair asked, aware Jim needed somewhere else to focus. "Could we like, do gay porn, or what?"
"I wish. I might buy some, then," Walter said, grinning broadly.
Blair realized that the other man was genuinely happy for them. It gave him a warm rush of affection for their patient lover, and he found himself laughing quietly.
"Goes both ways, Walter. I'd love to see you in a leather 'zine."
"Blair, Blair." Walter knee-walked up from the foot of the bed, stopping behind them, one knee pressed between each of their own. "You're a deep one."
Walter ran a hand down Blair's back, not willing to touch Jim until the guide's attitude said it was okay for his sentinel.
Walter was a smart man, and he'd begun to recognize the pattern behind Blair's episodic bouts of patter and shifts in behavior. Blair Sandburg might enjoy playing the bratty submissive, but it wasn't going to happen at the cost of Jim's comfort.
Walter didn't want it that way, in any case.
"You look at those pictures? You dream about being a Master, or having one, boy?" He rubbed his hand over that fine, firm ass then drew back his hand to try a little swat, only to find his wrist caught in an iron grip.
"You don't hit him," Jim said. For a cold second Walter could see death in those glacier-blue eyes. The nerves in his wrist went numb with pain and he froze automatically.
"Jim." Blair's hands went to Jim's head, turning Jim's gaze on his. "Let Walter go. He wasn't going to hurt me. I- I, uh, sometimes I like to be spanked during sex, and Walter recognizes that, okay? Let him go, man."
Blair said something Walter couldn't hear but could clearly lip-read as "Stand down, sentinel" then Jim released him. The blood started flowing back into pressure-points, making his wrist ache twice as much for a few heartbeats before easing to nothing.
That he wasn't actually damaged was a tribute to Jim Ellison's skill and training, Walter supposed wryly, sorry he'd elicited what looked like the unthinking response of sentinel instinct. Mulder's report on the Barnes investigation had made it clear those instincts could get out of control.
"I should have asked first. Forgive me," Walter said to Jim as Blair checked over his wrist. "I'm all right."
"I'm sorry, Walter. I didn't mean to ... be so rough," Jim said in return, his faintly shocked demeanor confirming that he hadn't thought about what he was doing but had merely reacted. He touched Walter's wrist while Blair supported it, fingers dancing over Walter's skin in a way that was quickly making Walter forget anything had ever hurt.
"You were just coming to my rescue," Blair said, winking at Walter. "My Blessed Protector."
"Chief. I didn't- It just-"
"Jim, shh. It's okay. We're okay, right, Walter?"
"Yeah. More than. It was just reflex. You must have been a hell of a soldier, Jim Ellison," Walter said, repossessing his hand so he could give Jim's shoulder a firm squeeze.
Jim's face heated, but he relaxed under Walter's touch. Walter decided to ignore Blair's barely audible sigh of relief and moved his hand to the back of Jim's neck, massaging lightly.
"I think we need to make it up to you, Walter," Blair announced, giving Jim a speaking glance that Jim returned in kind.
With no further warning, Walter found himself flat on his back on the bed with Jim and Blair lying over him, holding him down. Jim was resting one of his hands over his head on the pillow while Blair did the same with his other; the two of them quirking wicked grins in his direction.
"Leave them there, Walter," Blair said, scooting until he could look down directly into Walter's eyes. "Can you do that?"
"I can do whatever you want, pretty Blair," Walter managed a little hoarsely, since Jim's hand was wandering around his chest exploring while Jim's hard thigh rubbed over his re-awakening cock.
Blair licked his own lips then licked at Walter's, dipping in to briefly taste his mouth.
"'Pretty'? Walter, Walter. Can't you think of a manlier word?"
Blair scraped his face against Walter's, letting their light evening stubble rasp together. Walter sighed then and simply let go, putting himself in their hands.
"Damned pretty," Walter teased, helping himself to a few of the winding curls of hair that were tickling over his fingers and tugging. Blair grinned at him for a moment then kissed him again, deeply this time, tongue sliding against his in a luxurious glide.
Jim discovered his nipples, pinching them with just enough pressure. Walter simply hummed his approval, especially when Blair's mouth moved toward his ear and teeth nibbled at his jaw. Very soon, Walter found himself gasping as the two of them played his body relentlessly, his noises turning into low moans as Jim and Blair started traveling down his body, one on each side.
"Tasty," Blair breathed, licking one nipple then blowing on it while stroking Walter's abs, fingers delicate on a fading tracery of scars. His bright eyes pierced Jim's over the broad expanse of Walter's chest. "You suck?"
"Been a while," Jim admitted, mouthing his grin around Walter's other nipple.
"How about a refresher course?" Blair scooted down even further, painting a stripe up the underside of Walter's cock with a wet tongue before winking at Jim. "Watch this. You just open your mouth, relax your jaw, and swallow," he said, taking Walter's cock almost to the root in one swift gulp.
Walter let out a strangled groan, his hips thrusting involuntarily.
"Fuck," Jim whispered as Blair handled Walter's reaction without gagging. Blair slowly pulled off Walter's cock with an audible slurp, lightly palming Walter's balls as he blew on the slit and leered at Jim.
"It's a gift. I'll show you."
"Fuck," Jim swore again, helpless to keep from repeating himself as he imagined Blair doing that to him. Neither he nor Walter were average-sized, but Blair made deep-throating look easy.
Walter made a protesting noise and opened his eyes to glare at Blair.
"Who said you could quit, boy?"
"Sorry, Sir."
Blair fluttered geisha eyelashes at Walter and lowered his head, lush mouth enveloping Walter's cock once again.
The fact that Blair was enjoying himself immensely didn't escape Jim's notice, and wasn't that just like Blair? When he found something he enjoyed doing, he threw himself into it with his whole heart and did it as well as it could possibly be done. By anybody.
"You're a perfectionist," he murmured, startling Blair so much he stopped what he was doing to stare at him, taking Walter in hand.
"Jim, man, you just now finding that out? I suppose the apparent lack of organization threw you, huh?" Blair tipped his head to one side and shot Jim a half-smile that Jim felt all the way to his balls.
Walter was grateful for the distraction, needing the time to gather back his shattering self-control. It had taken just about everything he had not to come down Blair's throat. He didn't want to be finished too soon. It had been a near thing - something Blair, with his obvious expertise, had respected.
"You suck dick better than anybody I've ever known," Walter remarked hoarsely and gave a rusty chuckle. "Jim Ellison, you are one lucky motherfucker."
"Believe me, I know," Jim said, smiling at Blair with a happy, slightly silly smile that just knocked Blair flat. Blair sucked in his breath and let it out slowly, his own smile spreading even as he felt himself blush. Jim only beamed brighter, obviously pleased by his reaction.
"But I have to tell you, Chief, there's no way I'll last as long as Walter," Jim confided in a warning tone, his hand petting Walter's chest gently.
Walter snickered, feeling a touch of justifiable pride about that, considering the sacrifice he'd made by withholding his orgasm earlier.
Blair laughed out loud then, throwing back his head and letting it roll out like he hadn't done for longer than Jim wanted to remember. Walter touched his face and Jim glanced over to briefly meet the understanding in those dark chocolate eyes.
"He is a miracle. You are a lucky man, Jim," Walter added very quietly as Blair grinned at them both, face shining with humor as his chortles began to taper away.
"Yes, I am, and I'll never forget it again," Jim said, kneeling up to catch Blair's face in his hands. "I have to taste that laugh," he told Blair simply, watching startled joy leap in Blair's eyes as Jim joined their mouths, kissing Blair deeply ... diving into that hot chamber and savoring the clean salt-musk tang of Walter and the sweetly addictive flavor of Blair himself.
Blair's mouth was so hot and welcoming that Jim felt instantly yanked out of his head, sense memory taking him right back to the powerful ecstasy of coming with Blair's kiss earlier. The memory echoed through every part of him so strongly it was like it was happening all over again. Jim parted their lips with a gasp, yanking himself out of a near-zone just barely in time to prevent his body from automatically following the remembered sensations.
"God, Blair, your mouth. Wicked, decadent, tempting, beautiful mouth." Jim licked over Blair's lips, keeping the contact shallow. "I have dreamed of having your mouth on me, Chief. Woke up with the sheets wet so many nights."
Jim ran his hands through that hair, tipping Blair's head back and baring Blair's throat ... biting gently on the sharp edge of Blair's jaw, loving the way the rough warm skin tasted damp with sweat.
"Ohhh," Blair breathed as all his small lingering uncertainties faded away. Limp with surrender, the only things holding him up were Jim's touches and kisses.
Walter lifted himself on his elbows to watch Jim and Blair. He'd never considered himself much of a voyeur, but lying between them as he was, he couldn't help but be one. They were beautiful men, so in love it made them transcendent and Walter felt privileged to see them like this; at this point in their relationship ... in the first incredible moments of a no longer unrequited devotion that was epic enough to satisfy Walter's maternal Russian ancestors.
Watching them made Walter feel good in a way that had nothing to do with his body and everything to do with his soul. This was the kind of love that saved worlds - the kind that made the world worth saving - that gave people a reason for living.
He'd almost forgotten that kind of love existed.
"Hmm," Jim said, lifting his mouth off the love bite he'd sucked onto the side of Blair's neck, just below collar level. Blair was shuddering, his cock angry-dark and leaking pre-ejaculate as his hips twitched. Jim was equally hard and needy. Walter fisted his hands in the sheets to keep himself from touching.
Jim grinned at him.
"Go ahead, catch him. I'm going to spread him out on top of you," Jim said, suiting word to deed and maneuvering Blair bodily into lying backwards over Walter's torso, his face close enough to Walter's for kisses, which left his chest bowed and his throat as vulnerable as his groin. Walter threaded their hands together and held Blair to his chest, nuzzling just under Blair's ear.
Blair was panting, the automatic tension in his body easing as he grew to trust Walter's strength. He then squirmed into Walter, making himself comfortable, his little shifts and wiggles nearly driving Walter insane with impatience to fuck.
Walter gasped as he felt Jim take hold of his erection, spreading a gloss of lube over it before feeding it through Blair's firm inner thighs. Walter let out a grunt as the pure pleasure in this position rushed over him; hips flexing once.
Blair moaned, melting all over Walter like good chocolate, and Walter found himself grinning despite his arousal, parting Blair's thighs with his own legs before he could forget why he didn't want to come yet.
"You've got yourself an erogenous zone there, don't you, pretty Blair. I bet you'd like to be fucked up against the wall. I can see Jim's hands on your thighs, holding you open for him as he thrusts up inside your sweet hot ass-"
"Oh GOD!" Blair stiffened then started to writhe, his voice breaking off in a harsh wail.
By craning a bit, Walter could see Jim sucking Blair's cock; hands and mouth prolonging Blair's pleasure and drinking him down. Jim Ellison was plainly no amateur at the act, either, Walter distracted himself by noticing. Blair was panting out a weak little "oh, oh, oh," that was bypassing Walter's ears and going directly to his dick, making his balls ache. Blair's hot, sweaty weight was its own torment, his silky skin slick against Walter's entire front, body still trembling intermittently as Jim lifted his head and smiled at Walter.
"Walter, you're evil. You started that," Blair finally managed, then drooped a lazy grin Jim's way. "And you were pretty fucking good at finishing it, Jim. Yay me." His sated tone was so blatantly self-congratulatory that both Jim and Walter had to laugh.
Walter couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed this much in bed. Or out of it, for that matter.
Blair tipped his head back and managed to meet his eyes.
"I think you need to fuck Jim now, Walter, while Jim comes up my 'sweet hot ass'."
Jim groaned his appreciation for this plan while Walter swore under his breath, fighting the urge to grab Blair's hips and pull him down a few inches.
"Brat," he growled softly, releasing Blair, who slid off and twisted, until he was on his side facing Walter. Blair grinned at him, an expression Walter found remarkably sultry, before Blair scooted back to make a gap between them.
"Jim?" Blair held out one hand.
"My turn in the middle?"
Jim took Blair's hand and knee-walked into the space Blair had made, unable to resist and equally unable to stop smiling. He let Blair and Walter position him where they wanted, and soon found himself on his side, ass spooned into Walter's groin, while Blair was touching his front; petting his face, stroking his neck and chest, passing curious, learning fingers over his nipples and abs.
"Oh, God, there's no way I'm gonna last," he complained with rough humor as Walter's hand smoothed over his hip and dipped behind his thighs.
Blair snickered, unceremoniously lifting Jim's upper leg to rest over his own thighs, opening Jim to Walter's gentle explorations. It all felt so good that Jim had to wonder if he'd survive his next climax, particularly when a slick finger slid into his ass.
Blair must have seen the sudden fear pass through his eyes. Blair knew how wide open his senses were right now.
Blair stared into Jim's eyes, reassuring him, steadying him, like he always did.
"Don't worry. I've had to come to terms with my own lack of control where you and Walter are concerned," Blair teased between easy kisses, hands cradling Jim's face. Blair could see the remaining anxiety in Jim's gaze and thought he could guess at its source. "It'll be okay. I won't let you zone," he added for Jim's ears alone. His sentinel sighed and relaxed that much more.
Walter gentled his own hands, moving slower, lighter ... earning a sharp glance from Blair that assessed him with lightning perception, stripping his soul bare. You know. You know Jim's a sentinel shone in those blue eyes as clearly as the sudden threat behind them. If you hurt him in any way I will make you beg for death.
Shit, he'd seen that look too many times not to recognize it.
"What do you need from me, for him?" Walter asked, acknowledging a number of things with the question.
Jim, whose arousal had been doused the instant Blair had indicated a reason to fear - not that anyone but another sentinel would have known - tensed.
Walter felt it and reluctantly withdrew his finger from Jim's hot passage. He kept his hands on Jim's ass, rubbing him lightly.
As if he couldn't bear not to touch. Jim could sense that, too, relaxing again and leaving Blair's judgment to Blair.
Blair shifted to crouch over Jim's upper body, so he could stare into Walter Skinner's eyes. Keeping a hand constantly on his sentinel, Blair unconsciously shielded Jim's face as he threat assessed yet again.
As open as Jim in his own way, letting his focused interest fly, Blair let out the part of him that he rarely allowed free of his cage; allowing instinct to take over. He found himself holding Walter's chin and looking.
Blair's attention landed on Walter with a palpable touch. Walter began to reassess some suppositions he'd made about Blair Sandburg and the role of the guide. Holding still for that piercing gaze wasn't exactly the easiest thing he'd ever done.
Blair smiled into Walter's eyes, genuinely reassured.
Darkness there, yes, the shaman in Blair saw it, but far less than the light. This was a complicated man. A man who guarded his heart. A man who was being very honest with much more than his body and not afraid to admit it. A man of honor, with whom Blair was comfortable to be around. A natural Protector, with a capital P. A man who was so like Jim but like him, too. Walter wasn't a guide but he was so intuitive about body language and nonverbal cues that he could pass for one at need.
There were few people on Blair's 'comfortable to be around list'. There were even fewer on his 'trust with Jim's life' list, but as Walter Skinner met his forthright examination, Blair could see this man met his criteria for both, which put him in rare company indeed.
Blair found his posture easing.
"I like you, Walter. You seem to appreciate the guide's place in the sentinel's life. I like this." He nodded at Walter's absent fondling of Jim's ass and spoiled his semi-serious tone by snickering at the end, feeling Jim huff a laugh into his thigh. "What you're doing is fine, isn't it, Jim?"
"Very fine. Just out of curiosity, where do you think the guide's place ought to be, Chief?"
Jim smiled against Blair's warm skin as Blair laughed inside again - and how Jim could feel that was freaking Jim out a little - but he ignored the weird factor and tried to just enjoy Blair's reaction to his question.
His sense of Blair's emotions was all mixed up with his recognition that Blair trusted Walter Skinner and so did he, for that matter, or they never would have come this far to begin with. Jim trusted Walter with Blair - obviously - and as far as Jim was concerned, that said it all. If he could do that, he could also trust Walter with his abilities.
And anyway, what was one more thing naked between them?
"My place is where ever I want it to be, of course," Blair said with a grin in his voice that Jim could hear.
"Of course," he said, rubbing his face against Blair. "Where do you want to be?"
"With you buried up my ass. Walter's right about that, too. Smart man. It's where you belong. But don't assume I won't top occasionally."
"Chief, I would never assume that," Jim said, rubbing back into Walter's strong legs. "I'm not arguing, believe me. I'm gonna be happy to go along with whatever you want for the next fifty or sixty ye- ah, yeah, Walter. That's- yeah there fuck god yes good."
"Oh god, I want you in me while you're babbling like that," Blair said, twisting about and lying down; rubbing his ass onto Jim's cock, which had firmed back up rapidly under Walter's prostate-massaging, stretching fingers.
Walter's own cock jumped and re-filled from its half-erect state. He'd never gone completely soft, despite the genuine recognition of the danger he was in should he injure or betray either sentinel or guide.
His libido, Walter was faintly ashamed to admit, thought danger was as hot as it ever had.
Oh, well. A man had to have his kinks.
Pulling out of Jim carefully - to Jim's moan - Walter dried his fingers on the edge of the towel and handed Blair the lube and a condom.
"Get yourselves ready. Jim, it's your show to run. You start penetrating Blair first and when you're ready - if you're ready-"
"Trust me, Walter, I'm ready," Jim practically snarled, shaking a bit as Blair's hands worked on preparing his cock. "Blair, you need more-"
"Babe, trust me when I tell you the only more I need is your cock up my ass."
"God, Chief, would you stop talking dirty? You're making me- me, god, Blair- Ah! No, not you, Walter, sorry, please don't stop don't stop oh shit oh Blair my god oh god that's- you're so- so tight."
Blair made a noise then that was somewhere between a moan and a sob.
"Jim, god, man, so long, so long. Dreamed of having you in me."
"No! Walter! Don't let me come!"
Walter tugged lightly at Jim's balls, pausing - with iron restraint - in the act of sliding his own cock inside Jim Ellison's equally hot sweet ass, those clasping satin walls sucking away his self-control.
"Thanks," Jim breathed, his orgasm staved off for the moment. Barely. "Blair, I say this to you out of love. Shut up. If you say one more word I'm going to come. And oh, god, please be still for a few seconds."
"Me! Okay, okay," Blair said, turning his face into the crisp sheet and fighting to hold himself motionless. Every incremental little push drove Jim's thick cock deeper inside him, searing him with pleasure from the inside out, and he wanted nothing more than to lunge back onto it.
Jim was filling so much more than his body, the shockwaves throbbing outwards to the barrier of Blair's skin and then rebounding along his spine, heading straight for his balls, even while his mind fell stunned to the side of the road, struck head-on and blasted right out of the driver's seat.
Fighting his body, Blair shivered as various sets of nerves tingled - fasciculations, the little tremors were called, he thought to himself rather desperately. They were symptomatic of his extreme arousal, making his skin twitch in patches over his back and shoulders and quite beyond his control.
He wanted this so much it was frightening. It didn't matter how many times he'd already come. This was it for him, after having longed so for Jim to fuck him. Blair suspected his ancestors knew how much he'd ached for Jim to take him at last.
And god help him, Walter Skinner was doing the same to Jim, Blair could feel it happening like the sensations were transmitting directly into his own skin through Jim's.
Blair wanted Walter too, which made him wonder briefly if he was being selfish and greedy. He decided pretty quickly hell no.
This whole thing felt to Blair like some kind of honking big reversal of bad Karma; a gift from the universe to say 'Hey, sorry, Sandburg, life kinda bit ya on the ass lately and We wanna make it up to ya!' The precious reward of Jim's love had become Blair's heart and soul; Jim's physical expression of his love for Blair every thing he'd ever wanted and 'Oh yeah, we're giving you a bonus!'
Walter's presence was certainly prized. Blair wallowed in wanting them both, drenching himself in the pure physicality of the moment ... relaxing so completely to Jim's slow progression that he sped it up quite a bit more than Jim intended.
Jim could feel it - feel Blair - wanting Walter and him. He moved Walter's big hand to Blair's cock while he began rocking in and out of Blair, unable to keep himself from moving. Blair wanted to feel Jim, wanted to feel Walter moving Jim into him, and Blair was nearly insane with Jim's previous order to remain still.
Blair was trembling with effort and beautiful with it, which wasn't helping Jim maintain his own near-to-shattering self control. Jim's senses were wide open, telling him everything at a primal level of understanding that was close to making him feel psychic. He wasn't just feeling his reactions, but theirs, too, and they were pouring through Jim's perception in a tsunami of input that could merit its own scale.
Walter was invading him with the ease of a born conqueror, taking him over in a blistering rush of controlled grace and power. Jim wanted to howl with Walter's earthy, pleasured triumph at making a place for himself inside Jim. Jim could smell it; that pure alpha scent seeping into his skin in synesthetic flashes of light.
Jim gasped and sought his touchstone, thrilling vicariously to what Blair was experiencing, Blair out of his head as he rarely was and mentally writhing as Jim filled him. Jim's focus shifted, showing him that Blair the shaman was getting a lot more than just physical delight. Jim trembled with the mental rush Blair was feeling from all three of them, as real as the evidence of his other five senses.
It was intoxicating. Powerful. The kind of thing that ought to be offered up to Spirits and shouted from rooftops. His sense of Blair's spirit soared through Jim's mind like an internal sunrise, tuning his perceptions until he could hear Blair's soul sing - vibrating through Jim at some level that was usually beyond even his ears.
Jim let what he heard anchor him, keeping him in the present while his senses spiked painlessly again. He'd never known spikes could feel good - and he'd certainly never expected to feel this safe in letting his senses do whatever they wanted.
And oh god, but his senses wanted. Walter's cock felt huge in Jim's ass and so damned good that Jim couldn't hold back a greedy whimper. His rhythm becoming unsteady as Blair's ass welcomed more and more of his aching cock, accepting him into impossible tightness and heat.
The part of Jim that set himself to watch over Blair helped him hang on. It was still a near thing. He was shuddering, feeling his own and Blair's perceptions cascading over him along with Walter's, too ... straining to keep his motions gradual for all their sakes.
His absolute confidence that Walter wouldn't take him any further or faster than he wanted to go was its own intense thrill.
Jim let himself revel in his sense of touch, moving even slower for several long minutes. Walter's breath stuttered against his upper back, as Walter's forehead fell against the nape of his neck, the heavy weight another anchoring distraction.
Blair's body was quivering next to him, abs twitching under his palm, ass giving a tiny little shimmy that made Jim's hips want to dance. Jim doubted Blair even knew he was doing it. They were all hot and sweaty and flushed; Blair and Walter were sliding against his skin and he could smell and hear the way they sounded, the air thick enough to taste.
He couldn't take much more. It was time to bring it home.
"Blair, Blair love this love you so good this is sooo good. Love your ass. Love fucking it and god love being fucked. Walter's so good, babe. Big. I feel that big in you?"
Kicked closer to the edge and biting one fist to stifle shouts of pleasure, Blair still managed not to move - mostly - and silently screamed his joy. Yes yes Jim you feel big so big in me at last your cock in my ass so big so good so hard so hot so high yes Jim more want more fuck hard hard want you-
"Jesus, Blair, I can still hear you!"
Jim's hips surged forward involuntarily, burying his cock balls deep in Blair with the hardest thrust he'd given yet. The head of his cock nailed Blair's prostate before skittering off, accuracy that had Blair keening through his nose, both of them right there with a sudden wild force that made Jim do it again, rocking hard onto Walter's cock so he could plunge into Blair.
Jim's nerves fired in that glorious pulse of heat that comes just seconds before implosion.
"Blair. Blair can't- I can't last you're too good so tight so hot ah god Walter, yes that's oh god Blair he's hung so good hot like you god Walter harder Blair oh Blair..."
"Shit!" Walter cursed roughly, slick fist closing tighter on Blair's cock when that rigid bar of flesh twitched helplessly in his grasp. Walter was right there as well, his balls already drawing up to shoot. His arousal was heightened by that desperate voice - and Jim's ass fucking onto his cock was murdering Walter's control - sending Walter into pre-orgasmic tremors as he finally bottomed out and shoved Jim harder into Blair.
Jim groaned right along with Walter.
"I can't!" Blair cried out, breaking at last, hips jerking towards Walter's hand and then back onto Jim's cock as he gave a low sob. "It's too good too fucking good Jim god man grab my hips and FUCK ME HARD!"
Grabbing Blair's hips, Jim fucked Blair as ordered, hard - nailing Blair's prostate repeatedly and impaling himself on Walter's big cock with every counterstroke. He was grunting like he was being shot every time Walter rubbed against his own prostate, each bright shock of ecstasy killingly good.
Beyond thought, Jim let himself drown in the hot waves of his impending orgasm, washing over him like high tide, implacable. Certain.
Held at the peak so long it was almost painful, Jim heard his own voice shouting from outside his head as the tension coiling in his body abruptly uncurled.
"BLAIR! WALTER! YES! NOW!"
Jim began convulsing in Walter's arms. Walter roared, deafened by his own climax, coming so hard he distantly worried about aneurysms. Each heavy throbbing surge he pounded into Jim Ellison's ass while jacking Blair's cock to the same bass beat, feeling Blair swell and pulse in his grip, Blair's scant slippery come slicking a path through his fingers.
Blair was wailing, his ass clamping down on Jim's cock in arrhythmic spasms that Walter could feel echo on his own flesh. The sensations were so intense he was flattened by them, unable to do more than hold both his lovers and shudder with them through the timeless duration of their shared climax.
In the last of his passion, Jim closed his teeth on the back of Blair's neck and heard Blair's noises thin to a genuine low scream. Walter kept moving in Jim like Jim was moving in Blair, each thrusting stroke prolonging the sensations until all three of them felt completely obliterated with pleasure.
It took them a while to stop shaking.
Some time later, Blair turned, tended to Jim, and lay back down to face Jim and Walter, staring at them both with a still-dazzled gaze that made Walter want to laugh.
"So good," Jim mumbled, gradually letting his sense of touch level out before Walter withdrew. He stared into Blair's bright, wondering eyes. "I love you, Chief."
"I love you too, Jim," Blair answered very quietly, knowing all of Jim's senses needed a few moments to settle.
With no more notice than that, Jim let himself drowse into a light doze, senses briefly shutting down for a proverbial cat nap.
This was another demonstration of trust that both Blair and Walter appreciated and felt awed by.
Moving without haste, Walter pulled out of Jim and took care of the condom. He drew his lovers to him and held them gently when he was done, one arm pillowing Jim's head and the other thrown over Blair's shoulders.
"Christ almighty, that was wonderful," he said over Jim's head to Blair, using an equally near-silent tone, feeling that sense of privilege again when both men readily relaxed in his arms.
"Walter. You made it very easy." Blair peered at him steadily. "Your knowledge of him-"
"Will go with me to my grave, like a lot of the things I've seen. You have my word. What I read on him was in a personal file, belonging to a former agent who's no longer with the Bureau. No one else will see it."
"The agent?"
"No one else will see it," Walter repeated evenly to Blair's nod.
"I believe you." Blair's eyes smiled his faith in Walter. Walter lifted his hand to the side of Blair's face and gently stroked that strong, prickly jaw. "Thank you."
"My honor," Walter said, meaning it. "Stay? We'll have room service early. You and Jim can shower here and swing by your home for clean clothes before work."
"Sounds good."
Fishing around with his feet, Blair caught the edge of the top sheet and maneuvered it within reach, flipping it over them before Walter even realized his cooling sweat was making him feel a bit chilly.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Blair said with a sunny grin, getting up on one elbow to lean over Jim and plant a kiss on Walter's surprised mouth. "This night is one for the record books," he added a bit wryly, turning that grin towards Jim. "In more ways than one."
"I really do have to thank you," Walter said seriously, tucking the edge of the sheet over Jim's shoulder without thinking.
"Now, see, that's why you don't," Blair informed him, waving at Walter's automatic gesture. "You're a good guy, Walter. Your presence here is thanks enough."
"Yes, yes, we're all grateful. Can we go to sleep now, Emily Post?" Jim asked in a raspy growl from between them. "You and Walter are starting to sound like those gophers."
"What?"
"You know, those cartoon gophers."
Blair blinked at Walter, whose brown eyes were laughing at him, although Walter was doing an admirable job of holding it in; that sensual mouth compressed in a firm line.
He drew a fingertip across Walter's bottom lip, making a silent request. Helpless to resist, Walter let his low chuckles rumble out.
They were quickly joined by Blair's.
Jim lay there with his eyes closed, smiling, and wondered if he'd ever heard anything that made him feel more simple happiness.
"It's good to be me," he remarked complacently as he felt Blair lie back down beside him, Blair's breath sweet on Jim's face as it puffed out of Blair in even sweeter giggles - not that Jim was planning to tell Blair something that sappy.
"Yeah, you're the king of the world, James Cameron," Blair teased, kissing his cheek and smiling against his skin.
"How many Oscars did he win that night? I bet I feel better than he did."
"Yeah?" Blair asked, more giggles strangling behind the question.
"Definitely. I got a Blair and a Walter."
When Blair whapped him lightly on the arm, all Jim could do was laugh.
***
Blair awakened in the night to listen to Jim and Walter sleep. They were turned away from him; Jim spooned up behind Walter the way Blair was spooned up behind Jim, their breathing even and shallow and comforting.
Maybe it was some shaman's instinct to wake him while the warriors slept their deepest, Blair mused to himself idly, satisfying himself that all was well.
In his wildest dreams Blair never would have imagined that something like this would happen to him today. When he remembered how unhappy he'd been earlier that morning, so painfully sure that Jim would never see him as a lover...
And now he had two, astonishingly enough.
Blair laughed at himself silently then checked the bedside table clock, giving his own internal clock an order. Two more hours of sleep would put him waking thirty minutes before the alarm ... and that's when he wanted to awaken.
He could give two good morning blow jobs in half an hour.
Easy.
He was looking forward to showing Jim and Walter who was king.
***
End
27 Nov 05