Jim: ::hangs his head sheepishly not meeting the gaze of his guide or
the blond shooting him looks:: I'm sorry. ::softly:: I just...after this
morning...::sighs and slumps:: I'm sorry. Dinner would be good. Assuming we can
explain all this ::gestures to the destroyed room:: to Simon. ::looks over at
Devon:: As for you, that could be trickier.
Devon:
Couldn't you just lock me up? ::flinches as Christian hits his arm:: Ouch!
::looks at Jim:: Throw away the key, no visitors, ever?
Blair: ::rolls his eyes and moves over to Jim, checking him over and
scowling:: I can't believe you attacked someone handcuffed man! ::grabs the
handcuff keys off Jim and hands them to Christian:: Here, why don't you unlock
him and check him over. ::turns back to Jim:: And don't give me that look, you
know he's not a criminal. Instead you can start by telling me what the hell
tripped your trigger man! Why did you attack him in the first place?
Christian: :: takes keys and twirls them around his finger while
smiling too sweetly at both Sentinels:: Do you really want to push me right
now? ::glares at Devon:: You know you do not want to be flippant with me at
this moment. Not if you ever want to sleep in my bed again. ::taps foot and
crosses arms over his chest before looking over at Jim:: Well? What triggered
you? ::smiles and licks lips::
Devon: Champ? Leave them alone, you know what triggered him.
::changing his tone to a soft almost whine:: Will you take the cuffs off now?
Jim: ::looks away from the other two men and blushes when the blond
clears up his question about exactly how deeply their relationship goes and
instead turns his eyes toward his own guide.:: I guess...after I smelled you on
him...it was like the thing with Alex. And I just lost it. But I swear I tried
to keep it together, I just couldn't get a handle on it. It was like this
morning...just panic... ::looks sheepish::
Blair: Smelled me on him? Oh man, the handshake! ::groans and rolls his
eyes:: Jim, I told you that paranoia is *not* a good look for you. And you're
lucky you didn't hurt him or get hurt yourself. As it is...I think Simon's
probably gonna have your badge for what you've done to his office. ::extends a
hand and pulls Jim to his feet::
Simon: ::Walks in and looks around his trashed office and growls a
little himself:: GET OUT! Go home, go away, go to hell. Just get out of my
sight. AND YOU! ::points at Devon:: You managed to escape during the
evacuations. We will leak the news to the media. Without a name or description.
::holds up hand to stop any chatter:: NOT ONE DAMN WORD! Not a sound until you
are a mile from MY building? Do you read me? Am I clear? DO NOT answer that,
sneak out, I will see those of you I am suppose to see on Monday. AND TAKE OFF
THOSE HANDCUFFS! ::pushes them out of his office and slams the door looking
around with a sigh::
Devon: ::stumbles out the door and turns to his guide holding out
hands::
Christian: ::unlocks both
pairs of cuffs and lays them on the nearest desk:: How do we sneak you out?
::looks around for suggestions::
Blair: ::scurries out the door and arches a brow at Jim, giving him the
"I hope we still have JOBS on Monday" look before focusing on
Christian and Devon. With a shrug he walks over and gestures them away from
Simon's door, not yet ready to upset the man with even a whisper and demanding
with his eyes that Jim follow.::
Jim: ::follows the group the elevator and once inside, eyes Devon and
shakes his head.:: I don't think there's anyway possible to get him out of the
station without being noticed. ::furrows his brow:: Unless he sneaks down one
of the back fire escapes. ::gives them a hopeful look:: The window at the end
of the hall on the first floor might work. Shouldn't be anyone back there to
see. Then you guys could circle around and pick him up. ::smiles hopefully::
Blair: ::smiles back:: Correction. Then *you* can circle around and pick
him up. ::raises his hand to cut off a protest:: And I don't want to hear it.
That sound okay guys? Devon, Jim can show you the place he's talking about.
Christian and I can meet you guys back at the loft.
Christian: Sounds okay to me, if you two promise to play nice with
each other. ::smiles at Jim and wraps his arms around Devon's neck and kisses
him fiercely before pulling away and handing him the keys to the cuffs:: Can
you play nice? ::purred at his sentinel::
Devon: ::nods at Jim and Blair then finds himself wrapped up in a
Christian embrace, hugging him tightly and kissing him back he lets out a
little bereft moan when he moves away:: I will play nice. ::smiles at his lover
and winks:: As long as he does. ::side steps as the elevator doors open and
waits for a all clear sign from someone::
Blair: ::smiles and blushes slightly at the open display between
Christian and Devon, moving past them to check the hallway to make sure it's
clear.:: I'm sure Jim will behave himself now that he knows I'm okay. Right,
Jim? ::looks at his partner again and repeats a little louder:: Right, Jim??
::barely supressing his laughter at Jim's expression::
Jim: ::widens his eyes in shock as the two men embrace and kiss,
blushing profusely and trying to tear his eyes away. Unaware that his mouth has
dropped open and too caught up in the sight in front of him it takes a minute
for Blair's words to register:: Huh? OH! Sorry, yeah. No problem. It won't
happen again. ::walks out of the elevator and looks around:: Alright, Devon,
come on. I'll show you where to go. ::looks back at Blair:: You guys go ahead.
I'll catch the next one and well meet you in about 30 minutes, okay? ::walks
off down the hall, shaking his head to clear the vision of Christian and Devon
in the elevator::
Christian: Behave you two. ::said softly as the doors close::
Blair, That is one good looking hunk of man you have there. ::winks:: I envy
your self control. ::smiles:: And you two stop eavesdropping, we are fixing to
compare notes on which of you has the best ass. ::said a bit louder, his blue
eyes twinkling mischievously at Blair:: I thought about kissing your goodbye
too. ::shaking his head no::
Blair: ::barely managed to stifle the laughter at Christian's comment and
pauses a moment until his voice will sound remotely normal:: He'd probably have
arrested you! I'm telling you man, Jim's...well he's Jim. You saw him. God, I
don't think I've ever seen him turn that particular shade of red before. It was
almost purple! I think you may have scared him Christian. ::laughs softly::
Christian:
::laughs softly:: Well what can I say, I'm a scary guy. ::winks:: But he didn't
seem like a raging homophobe to me. Or there would have been rolling of eyes
and grunts of disgust. ::smiles and bounces on his heels as the doors open::
Blair: ::fishes out his keys and follows Christian, shaking his head.:: I
never said he was. He's just...not interested. At least, not in me! Hell, he'd
probably rather have either one of you than me. *You* saw how he was looking at
you both. I don't think he's *ever* looked at me that way. ::walks to the car
and slides in, frowning:: No, I think you're wrong. I don't think he's gonna go
for this claiming thing with me. Not gonna happen. ::sounds slightly sad::
Christian:
::smiles at him softly:: I saw the way he looked at you and your wrong. What do
you mean he's not gonna go for it? You are beautiful, if he is afraid to make
the first move you take control, if that's what it takes, he is a sentinel, and
he will listen to you no matter what.. why are you making this so hard? Nothing
you want, Brother, is out of your reach, ::winks:: You have to believe in the
magic.
Blair: ::starts the car and slowly pulls out of the garage, wanting to
believe Christian but still being plagued with nagging doubts.:: Yeah, and if
you're wrong? If I make the move and he freaks? Well then I'm out of a home, a
dissertation, a job, and all my Guide knowledge goes out the window. There's a
lot at stake for me here. I just...I just don't want to screw up what I've got
going on something I don't see. Jim's gonna have to make the first move,
man.
Christian: ::nods:: Then that is what will happen if you want it too.
You're still free at this point. You do want him don't you? ::casts a sideways
glance at Blair:: If you don't I will happily share Devon until we find you a
charge you do want.
Blair: ::smiles and laughs, shocked by Christian's offer:: Thanks for the
offer, man. Really. But...::sigh and shrugs:: I guess I am supposed to be with
him, because if I can't have him, I don't think I really want anyone else. It
would certainly explain the self-destruct mode my love life has been in for the
past few years.
Christian: Not to worry, I am
sure instinct will take over. And if I know Devon, he will explain the claiming
part for us. I am sure he is very curious why you are not claimed. ::laughs::
and excited. ::winks:: And if all else fails, we will just send him primal.
::giggles and bounces:: I am joking, he loves you. I can't believe you two
fought against instinct this long.
Blair: ::looks hopeful at Christian as he stops at a stop light:: Do you
really think that Devon talking to Jim will help? So far they don't exactly
have a good track record for communication. And I speak from personal
experience when I tell you that most conversations about stuff Jim doesn't want
to deal with end with said person slamming the instigator of said conversation
up against a wall. ::slumps and frowns:: He's done it to me more than a few
times. And Jim is *not* gonna be happy talking to a stranger, an openly gay
male stranger, about his sex life or lack there of. Especially if that
conversation about Jim's sex life is supposed to involve me by all mystical
rights and reasons and ... ::frowns as he loses his train of thought:: They're
gonna kill each other. Devon's gonna ask one question about why Jim hasn't
slept with me and they're gonna kill each other. I can't believe I thought this
was a good idea. ::winces and sighs, speeding up the car and heading towards
the loft::
Christian: Devon can hold his
own. And believe it or not, he can be tactful. ::frowns:: Sometimes. No, Don't
worry, if Devon can't get him to talk, I can. ::smiles and winks:: Although we
could use his very jealous streak to make him see the error of his ways.
Blair: ::relaxes slightly and smiles:: Somehow I don't know if jealousy
is the right answer. You saw what happened to Simon's office. And that was
because of a handshake. ::chews his lip nervously:: Maybe talking to Devon will
help. If not, well, we could always try plan B. ::grins and blushes slightly::
Christian: You are right
there! It would have to be us flirting with each other. You could not touch
Devon without sending Jim into a meltdown. Just as I can not touch Jim or Devon
will lose his mind. Which reminds me, did you suggest we ride together because
you knew Devon in the car with you and me would make him crazy? Or were you
acting on instinct?
Blair: ::stammers and shrugs:: I dunno, man. It just...well it just
seemed like the thing to do, you know? I guess it was instinct. I thought of
riding with him and loaning you guys my car, but you don't know the way to the
loft and this heap rarely starts for me much less somebody else. That just
seemed like the only other option. ::eases into a space near the loft and shuts
off the engine:: Why?
Christian: I am just awed by
your instinct. You have handled a sentinel for four year with no training. You
are amazing my friend. ::looks up:: You live
Blair: ::shrugs:: I guess I'm just good at figuring stuff out. And this
is Jim's place. When mine got blown up right after we started working together
with his senses, he offerred to let me stay for a week. And it kinda turned
into a few years. ::laughs and opens the door, leading the way to the
elevator:: As for the wolf, he and I just met not that long ago, so no, I
haven't named him. Suggestions? ::smiles as he steps inside the car::
Christian: I call mine Whitey
and Devon's Goldie, I am not a good name giver. ::laughs as he stand next to
Blair in the elevator:: Wolfie works for me. ::grins:: So how about a quick
shower and we make our men something to eat? You have anything quick and easy?
or should we run to the store?
Blair: ::laughs and steps out of the elevator, unlocking the door to the
loft and gesturing Christian inside:: Hey it works for me. He hasn't exactly
been around much for me to give him a better name. As for dinner umm...depends
on what you had in mind. You tell me what you guys eat and I'll check the
cabinets while you take the first one? ::smiles and drops his keys in the
basket, closing the door with a soft click::
Christian: ::steps in and
looks around:: Nice place. No, I think we should just order out. ::smiles::
They put us through enough today. ::tilts head and looks at Blair:: We could
take a shower together and save water and time. Your virtue is safe with me.
::grins::
Blair: ::opens his mouth to refuse and then smiles, contemplating
explaining *that* to Jim and Devon. As the smile slowly spreads to a full grin,
he nods and heads to his room:: That's not a bad idea, and maybe it will help
Jim catch a clue. C'mon let's go grab some clothes so we don't have to parade
through here in towels. Something tells me that becoming a nudist at this point
would not be good in case the guys are here when we get finished. ::laughs and
begans to ramble for a pair of jeans and clean teeshirt, foregoing the
underwear due to lack of clean laundry::
Christian: What is wrong with
nude? ::follows Blair into the small room:: I say we just wear bath robes and
thick socks all night. ::giggles:: That will make them think.
Blair: ::laughs:: Yeah, and I can see Devon and Jim glaring at each of
us. I dunno about yours, but mine's got a look that could kill. ::holds up a
pair of jeans and teeshirt for Christian:: These okay? They're too long for me
so they should fit you. ::sizing up the taller blond::
Christian: ::smiles:: Looks
perfect. Thank you. Why would they glare at us? We both are beautiful with
perfect bodies. ::folds borrowed clothes under his arms:: They should consider
themselves lucky to have a peek. ::Grins before wandering out of the small room
and finding the bathroom. Putting the clean clothes on the sink he strips and
starts the water running to warm up::
Blair: ::follows Christian towards the bathroom after collecting his own
clothes and pauses at the door, taking in the naked man and releasing a nervous
breath. With a smile he closes the bathroom door and begins to shuck his own
clothes, remembering to put them in the hamper before retrieving plenty of
towels and two wash cloths for them.:: Well Jim would start checking for
mysterious pods if I suddenly went from layers of clothes to an exhibitionist.
Of course maybe if I'd tried that trick earlier I might have a clue about how
he felt towards me. ::shrugs:: Oh well, it's too damn cold here to walk around
without clothes. And you *know* what cold does to our bodies. ::grins::
Christian: ::laughs softly
and opens up the door to the bathroom a crack:: If they do get here early, we
want them to be able to watch us getting dressed. :: taking a wash cloth and
stepping into the tub. Motioning for Blair to climb in the front as he lathers
up the cloth:: Yes, I think if you would have given him a glimpse of what he
was missing, He would claimed you on sight.
Blair: ::steps into the steaming water and sighs, leaning his head back
to thoroughly soak his hair before lathering up his own cloth and gingerly
scrubbing over his tired muscles.:: I don't know about claiming on sight.
Remember how agitated he was in the office today? That was pretty much the norm
when I found him. He was with the military and was in a plane crash in Peru.
The isolation brought his senses online and he just wasn't dealing with it well
at all. And that first day, in my office, man he was none to thrilled that I
had tricked him into coming to see me. I seriously thought he might punch me
out. I mean god, his eyes were like crazed, you know? ::trails off softly,
closing his eyes and getting caught up in the memory for a moment before
shaking his head and smiling shyly:: Sorry, got kinda side tracked. ::steps to
the side so Christian can get under the spray and reaches for the shampoo to
wash his unruly curls::
Christian: It sounds like it
has been a hard row to hoe with your charge. ::steps under the water and rinses
off all the soap from where he washed while Blair was talking to him:: Here,
let me. ::moves Blair to the front of the shower stepping behind him he takes
over washing his hair, giving him a scalp massage as he works the lather through
the riot of dark curls:: It sounds like he was Primal that day. Are you afraid
of him Blair? ::still massaging his scalp expertly::
Blair: ::sighs and lets his hands resume washing his body while Christian
tackles his hair:: Thanks man, that feels great. ::tilts his head back a little
further, leaning into the touch, his earlier unease all but gone:: And no, I'm
not afraid of him. I mean, he's no different from any of the other bullies I
put up with growing up. And I'm not as defenseless as I look. I can take care
of myself around him. ::flushes at the way his last statement could be taken in
an entirely different meaning:: Well, you know what i mean ::covering the slip
quickly::
Christian: ::utilizing the
lather on his hands he massages Blair's neck and shoulders:: You think he
bullies you? I have no doubt you can take care of yourself. Your esteem could
be a bit higher, you don't seem to realize how beautiful you are. But you are
very strong in mind and body. ::pushing The other guide he shifts positions to
his back is against the wall, leaning Blair into him and tilting his head over
his shoulder he shields the slightly shorter man's eyes with one hand and
rinses the lather from his curls with the other:: I think once you claim him
all the shows of aggression will decrease dramatically.
Blair: ::relaxes beneath Christian's hands, biting his lip and closing
his eyes as a soft moan escapes his lips. In his relaxed state, he let's the
blond shift his position to rinse out his hair, sighing again:: Beautiful I'm
not. Granted I've had my moments with females, but this is Jim. Buff
ex-military god. He could be the poster boy for buns of steel. Trust me. I
know. *He's* the nudist in this house. I think he's got an aversion to clothes
or something...
Christian: ::pushes him away
gently and quickly washes his own hair:: Yes you are beautiful. And of course
he hates clothes, his skin is sensitive, silly. ::rinsing out his hair he
giggles:: Devon would rather not wear any clothes if he had a choice, at any
time. ::gives himself another quick rinse and steps out of the tub, grabbing a
towel and drying off::
Blair: ::laughs and steps out, shutting off the water and wrapping a
towel around his waist before attacking his dripping hair:: I bet it's great...
::blushes and whispers softly:: being with someone with all those heightened
senses. I mean being able to dial up your sense of touch...I bet it puts a
whole new spin on...well you know. ::trails off again as he grabs a comb and
tackles the tangles in his hair before dropping the towel and pulling on his
jeans, smiling to himself at the snug fit. Maybe *these* will get Jim's
attention.::