(Horrifically) belated birthday fic (TS) for Jane Davitt

[t_verano]

Fandom: The Sentinel
Title: One of Jim's
Word count: ~ 790
Type: Slash
Rating: R (language, mild -- really mild -- porn)

Look! I still write! :-)

This ficlet was meant to be a birthday ficlet for janedavitt, following a long-standing tradition. Then I got all tangled up in life. And stayed tangled up. For a ridiculously long time.

But hey, it's finished now, Jane. Happy birthday May 2013! And 2014!

Ahem. Seriously, though, you were absolutely the best enabler when I was new to TS; you brought me to LJ (which I hope to be able to spend more time on again sometime soon; geez-o-pete I miss LJ); you taught me so much about writing, just by sharing your fic with us. So I kind of always feel like celebrating you. And I also feel like celebrating your good news -- I didn't get a chance to comment on your "things are okay!" post, but wow, so really glad and relieved when I read that.

So yay, Jane!



One of Jim's

"Jim? Not a lot of room on my bed, man. You'll fall off, or I'll fall off, or…" Blair's voice trailed away as his foot caught on the edge of the rug, and he stumbled a little. It was hard to walk — be walked — backwards while that particular place on his neck was being licked and while Jim had his hands locked around Blair's biceps, thumbs massaging the front of the muscle.

There was a wordless sound against Blair's throat, and Jim's mouth moved an inch higher. Blair tilted his head further back. So what, if they both fell down.

He felt the mattress against the back of his legs only vaguely, because Jim had started to suck as well as to lick, and it wasn't until Jim stopped doing anything — well, anything except pressing the muscled length of his body down against Blair and watching him through half-lidded eyes — that Blair fully realized they were both lying down.

And both wearing way too much. "Clothes," he pointed out on a panted breath. Poor planning on Jim's part; the futon wasn't so roomy that peeling everything off without at least one of them getting up for a minute was going to be easy. But hey, what was life without challenge, right? He reached for the hem of Jim's T-shirt.

Jim caught his hand. "No. Not this time. Not yet," he said, leaning down to tease Blair's mouth with an unfairly there-and-gone kiss. "This is one of mine, okay? From before. I, uh…I would walk by your room, you'd be stretched out on your bed, studying, and I…"

"Oh," Blair said. Oh. Yeah, okay. He shifted a little, deliberately, under Jim's weight. The last time they'd done this — not this, but this — it had been one of Blair's: the one that started out with Jim sitting at the table with a cup of coffee like he was about to head off to work, all everyday and ordinary —

Like Jim could ever be ordinary.

God. Jim sitting there like that, sitting there with his shoulder holster strapped on, danger and safety all wrapped up together — danger and safety, yin and yang, push and pull —

"Will you stop thinking about that?" Jim sounded exasperated. His hand was cupping Blair's jaw, though, his thumb dragging back and forth gently against the stubble, and yeah, sure, Blair could — probably — stop thinking about that, about Jim like that, and think about this. For now.

Except…. "Okay, how did you know what I was —"

"You're not exactly subtle, Sandburg."

Blair scowled at him; that he didn't put much heat into the scowl had absolutely nothing to do with the trail of sparks Jim's thumb seemed to be leaving along Blair's jaw line, sparks that were sinking into Blair's skin and migrating south. Very effectively south.

"Can we get back to business here?" Jim said, and Blair nodded. It was more a push of his chin into Jim's hand than a nod, but Jim's eyes darkened a little, so he probably got it.

"Good," Jim said — hoarsely, so yeah, he definitely got it — and he settled his weight a little more firmly against Blair. "My dime, so listen up." One corner of his mouth had quirked up, and Blair craned his head up from the pillow, chasing after that barely visible smile. He didn't catch nearly as much of it as he wanted to, though, crap; Jim pulled away from the kiss too soon, shaking his head, with a muttered, "Stop distracting me."

That was too good to pass up. "Make me?" Blair offered, rocking his hips upward to grind against Jim.

Jim's eyes darkened a little more. "Oh, I will." His voice was so quiet it was more a whisper than anything else, and so filled with promise that Blair's cock throbbed with every syllable like it had been wired to receive sound.

Well, wired for Jim. Jim, like this.

Okay, admit it, wired for Jim no matter what, no matter how — shit, no matter why — but like this? God, yes.

How was it that everything about Jim pushed Blair's limits?

Buttons. He meant 'buttons.'

"You still with me, Chief?"

Blair cleared his throat as Jim brushed his fingers across Blair's lips, and his answering "Yeah" was muffled against Jim's skin. "Yeah," he said again, "okay. So, one of yours, huh?" Jim's thumb kept up its slow drag across Blair's five-o-clock shadow and Blair kind of wanted to whimper. Just from that. Fuck. "You drive, man," he added, and if he had to clear his throat again, so what?

The thumb kept moving. "I intended to."

Jim's dime. Blair could work with that.

One of Jim's.

Jim's. Yeah.

Blair could totally work with that.
 
 

Comments

[janedavitt.livejournal.com]

First, thank you so much for brightening up a dull Monday with this lovely birthday fic! All weeks should start this way.

Ooh, that opening image with the fingers curled and Jim all determined...mmm. Then discovering they're taking turns to act out fantasies...how hot it that?

This just left my brain zinging as if I'd had a double shot of espresso with breakfast not a cup of instant :-))

::snuggles you to bits::

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

hey howdy -- been way too long since I had a chance for Fun Times Of My Own (tm) on borrowed/coffee-housed internet, so this is really really really like four thousand days late as a reply. But I'm so happy you enjoyed the fic, and that it brightened your day with belated birthdayness! (and virtual espresso :-))

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

Not only do you still write, but oh my! You still write delicious hot Jim'n'Blair fic.

Plus... T! I do love the occasional quick passing glimpse of you... kind of a teaser that there may be more of you to come soooooon. *glomps and snogs shamelessly*

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

Aw, shucks. (The sound you hear is me shuffling my feet, all blushingly and everything. :-))

So happy you enjoyed the fic! And thank you, for the compliment -- and the glomp-and-snog -- and just your fabulous Snailness in general. (And sorry for being so slow in answering. Had a spell of no personal time on anybody's internet. Boo.)

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

LOL - And never ever worry about not having time/opportunity to answer or chat - just as long as you're still out there and can manage to check in with us now and then, I'm a happy mollusc ♥ *blows kisses*

[polly-b.livejournal.com]

Heh, love how Jim is so single-minded and keeps re-directing Blair's focus so matter-of-factly, like he's used to doing it all the time. You always manage to mix hot and loving so well!

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

I could picture Blair being both Mr. Focus -- when he gets on board -- and Mr. I Get Distracted, before he actually boards that train. It's fun to picture that, anyway. (I can picture Jim doing both, too, as Mr. Attention Span of a Gerbil :-))

I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic! Thanks for reading & your lovely comment -- and sorry it took me so long to reply to this -- my already interrupted internet time got even more interrupted there for a while. :-(

[caarianna.livejournal.com]

Nice! So glad you're still finding a bit of time (not to mention inclination) to write TS! A very, very nice gift, indeed! ;)

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

Hi!!!! Miss talking with you and seeing you around!!!!

I'm so glad you enjoyed this (and so far, while I do have one vaguely desired-to-write Avengers AU fic in my fic drawer, TS is really the main place I think of writing fic in/for. Still. :-))

Sorry to be so slow in answering. Internet Of My Very Own, I miss you! (But I will have it again. Eventually. :-))

[mab-browne.livejournal.com]

Well the weather outside is frightful, but man, am I warm right now. Lucky Jane. :-)

(And see, you don't *just* babble when you have more internet :-P)

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

Please to be sending some of your winter here, right this very minute? We are having the hottest day of our summer so far today, and winter weather -- even frightful winter weather -- sounds LOVELY.

Glad the fic warmed you up (and thanks for the lovely comment)! Although fic can be babble too. Boy, can it. :-)

[elmyraemilie.livejournal.com]

That's a lot of hot in a tidy little package, there. And all with their clothes on. Bravo!

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it (and found it hot -- I feel very...um, non-hot? as a writer, so that gives me a total buzz to hear :-))!

Sorry to be so slow in answering this -- very sporadic and limited and unpredictable internet time going on in my neck of the woods...

[pattrose.livejournal.com]

Fanning myself like mad. So wonderful. :) It's been a long while since I've read one of your stories, so this was just great. :)

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

I'm so pleased to have heated up your day. *fans you* :-))) And I'm so glad you enjoyed it (and yes, it's been a while since I posted anything. Life these days makes both writing and posting a challenge I can't get to very often. But that won't last forever! :-))

Thanks for the lovely comment (and sorry for being so slow in replying to it -- took me this long to get some personal internet time, sheesh...)

[kernel1.livejournal.com]

I'm on holiday in a place with poor wifi and it's taken ages to be able to read this and comment. You always make Jim and Blair so hot and I love the way you make your stories so much larger with the back story: "one of Jim's " and that makes us think of "one of Blair's" and it's so skilfully done. It's great to see you making an appearance ( you are so missed) and even better when it comes with fic. :-)

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

Hah, it took you "ages" to be able to read and comment? Like a few hours or a day or two? That must mean it's taken me eons upon eons to reply to your comment here, since I can hardly remember even posting this, it's been so long since I had enough For Me internet time to get back here. (Okay, that's a lie, I did go to chat a week or two ago. But that ate my entire lunch as far as Personal Internet time went, for lo these many weeks now.)

Anyway, I thank you hugely for such a lovely comment -- you made my month with that "so much larger" comment, since I love when fic does that (but never really expect I can pull it off myself).

I'm about to hare off to chat for a bit -- hope you're there!

[stargatesg1971.livejournal.com]

Oh my, this is a hot little piece! You always do them so beautifully, a lovely mix between steamy and loving. I adore how distracted Blair is replaying his own fantasy in his mind (thanks for sharing that with us btw) and Jim's gentle reminders that its his turn now *grins*. It's great something new for you, you're a great writer! Thanks for sharing.

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

What a wonderful comment, thank you! (You have me all seriously discombobulated with blushing -- and beaming -- and everything, you know. :-)))

I'm delighted that you enjoyed the fic (and sorry it's taken me so long to respond to your comment -- my internet access is horribly sporadic and I've mostly had to be firm with myself and stick to Business Internetting instead of the fun personal stuff whenever I do get some www time).

[magician113.livejournal.com]

Heh, I'm sure Blair, the multi-tasking king, thought he could shoehorn in one of "his" and still focus on the task at hand, so to speak. But I could see where that Jim-in-his-shoulder holster ("danger and safety all wrapped up together" -- what a brilliant line!) visualization might suck up more of his brain cells than he intended. So funny that Jim caught him out.

I really loved this to bits, not the least reasons being I also love those shoulder-holster money shots and find Blair studying, reading glasses framing those eyes, just so jump-able. Great job and a great present for Jane.

Sorry for the delay in reading and commenting--July was full of RL frenzy that only slowed down in mid-August. Brava.

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

No apologies needed (except maybe by me, still in my Rare Internet Access mode, being slow to answer)!

I love that you loved this -- thank you for letting me know. :-)

(I can't help but think that part of Jim's appeal for Blair is that whole "safety-danger" thing -- he gets off on the adrenaline rush of the danger (sometimes! not always), but right there to balance it, there's Jim the Protector, the Strong Guy... A pretty heady mix. :-))