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Christian:
Yes, it is fun, but you will find out soon enough. ::laughs softly:: and
as for the jeans.. they sure have mine. ::drying off and slipping into
his own clothes before taking the comb and a now fully dressed Blair by
the hand and leading him out to the sofa:: Here, sit down here and let
me play in that beautiful hair. ::throwing a cushion on the floor between
his legs:: What are you hungry for? ::running his finger through the soft
curls::
Blair:
::let's Christian drag him out of the bathroom and settles on the floor,
blushing as his fingers absently pick at the frayed seams.:: Hmmm...Jim
and I talked about chinese earlier. ::tilts his head back to look up at
Christian:: Think the guys will go for that? There's a great place that's
not too spicy for Sentinel tastes not far from here. I could probably give
Jim a call on his cell and he could pick it up on the way home?
Christian:
Excellent Idea. ::drops a kiss on the tip of Blair's upturned nose:: I
love orange duck. ::grins:: and egg rolls can be very seductive. But let
me call him. ::smiles:: Please? I mean you dial the phone but let me do
the talking. ::grins mischievously::
Blair:
::giggles softly and nods, staring up at Christian just a minute longer
before, scrunching up his face:: Then I guess I should move and get the
phone. ::sighs and heaves himself up off the floor, lifting the phone and
punching in the numbers for Jim's cell before handing the phone to Christian
and resuming his place on the floor between the blond's legs, silently
asking him to continue combing his hair::
Christian:
::takes the phone and wraps his legs around Blair's waist before going
back to playing in his hair:: You are so cuddly. ::smiles at the man on
the floor while listening to the phone ring:
Jim:
::retrieves his cell from his jacket pocket and pressed a button to answer
the call, his eyes remaining focused on the road as he lifted it to his
ear:: Hello?
Christian:
::using his sexiest I am a guide and you must listen to me voice:: Hello,
What are you wearing? ::winks at Blair::
Jim:
::looks confused:: What? Who is this?
Blair:
::grins at Christian and clamps a hand over his mouth to contain his laughter,
watching in wide-eyed amazement as the blond charms his partner, pulling
his hand away to mouth the words "He's gonna FREAK!"::
Christian:
::still using the guide voice:: Now Jim, the tightening in the pit of your
stomach and the tingle running up the back of your spine should let you
know what I am if not who. Want to know what I am wearing right now? What
about your guide? Want to know what he is wearing? ::sexy chuckle:: What
is Devon wearing? ::nods at Blair and gives him a wicked grin::
Devon:
::laughs:: That's Christian, he is messing with you. ::shakes head:: Don't
let him get to you. Is he using the guide voice? Uh oh, We could be in
trouble. ::spoken sentinel soft::
Jim:
::feels some of the tension ease as he realizes that Devon is right about
who's on the phone, but the words still leave him unsure.:: How about why
you're calling me? I'm guessing it's not for a wardrobe check? Is everything
okay? No trouble getting back to the loft? ::his concern for Blair coming
to the fore once again::
Christian:
::winks at Blair and pulls him into my lap so he can press his ear to the
phone as well:: We are both fine, home safe and sound. As for our wardrobe..
Both of us are naked, we just got out of the shower. We showered together
to save hot water for you two. Aren't we thoughtful? ::giggles:: We are
hungry, worked up quite a appetite getting clean you know. So we wanted
you guys to stop and bring home Chinese, we don't feel up to getting dressed
again. ::tries to keep the sexy voice up while forcing back laughter::
Jim:
::widens his eyes and manages to get choked on the tiny bit of saliva remaining
in his mouth at Christian's soft tone:: YOU'RE WHAT? ::straining his ears
to listen for any clues and only managing to filter down to slightly elevated
heart rates, which could mean he was lying or...:: You expect *us* to deliver
*you* Chinese because *you two* don't feel up to getting dressed? ::growing
angry and unconciously speeding up::
Devon:
::turns and looks at the phone in Jim's hand:: No you DIDN'T! ::barked::
Christian you did not. Not with out me at least being able to watch. ::trying
to keep a serious whine out of his voice:: Life is so unfair. ::said to
the roof of the truck:: and now we have to feed them, I bet they did it
in the shower, we wont even be able to re-live it vicariously through smell.
::growls and looks out the window:: I know mine wants orange duck what's
yours want? ::sighs::
Christian:
::puts hand loosely over phone and says softly:: Now Blair.. I know I am
clean, there is no need to give that another tongue bath, I mean unless
you really want to.. ::giggles:: Shhh, they are sentinels that may be able
to hear when I uncover the phone. ::moves hand and uses the 'do not fuck
with a guide' voice:: Yes Jim, that is exactly what we expect. It is your
job to feed and protect us, and we are hungry. ::bites bottom lip to keep
from laughing:: Devon knows what I want. Do you know your guide well enough
to know what he wants? ::lets voice drop into a seductive whisper::
Blair:
::furrows his brow for a moment and then makes a soft whining noise while
grinning at Christian:: Then hurry up and get off the phone so we can do
*that* again. It was fun.
Christian:
okay then. ::giggles:: You be safe. Drive carefully. ::giggles again::
Devon I love you. Get me extra egg rolls. Ohh and Jim? Blair said he loves
you too. ::giggles and hangs up the phone before the fireworks start::
Blair:
::lets his mouth drop open in shock, blinking at Christian and shaking
his head as a smile slowly spreads across his face.:: I can not *believe*
you just said that to him! Have you lost your mind?? ::tackles Christian
for the phone:: He *definitely* gonna kill me now. ::sighs and walks over
to return the phone to the base before running a hand through his still
damp curls:: I do NOT want to know what another wreck is going to do to
his insurance.
Christian:
::laughs and tries to look innocent:: Ohh come on, you know you love him.
I was just letting him know. ::laughs and pulls him into my lap cuddling
him and running my fingers through his hair:: Your much to tense love,
you need to calm down. ::maneuvering us where we are stretched out face
to face on the sofa :: So do you want to neck a while? Or how about we
just cuddle until dinner arrives? ::nuzzling Blair's neck::
Blair:
::smiles and shakes his head, letting the blond do as he wants:: I can't
think of anything else I'd rather be doing my last hour on earth. Well...nothing
else that doesn't involve Jim. ::relaxes against Christian and snuggles
a bit closer, enjoying the gentle contact and blinking sleepily::
Christian:
How many times do I have to tell you he can't kill you. ::manages to move
cushion under both our heads and pulls Blair close rubbing circles across
his back:: It will all be alright.. lets just get a little sleep before
they come home.. a wolf and fox nap.. ::laughs:: I guess the boys can cat
nap later.
Blair:
::nods and giggles softly:: Yeah, cat nap. Somehow I don't see the two
of them curling up like this. Although you make a pretty good pillow. ::squirms
and lifts his head, adjusting the massive unruly curls until he could lay
with his ear directly over Christian's heart. Closing his eyes, he tried
to convince himself that it was someone else's and he let the steady rhythm
lull him to sleep.:: But they're still...not gonna...be happy... ::trails
off softly::
Christian:
::plays in Blairs hair and strokes his back as he drifts off into a peaceful
sleep. cracking one eye open he smiles at the wolf and the fox who are
curled up together in the corner in grooming each other sleepily, before
shutting his eyes and sighing happily::
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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 yours goodbye too. ::shaking
his head no::
Jim
and Devon:
::pause and look at each other in confusion before shaking off the visual
and averting their eyes, both blushing and rapidly dialing down their hearing
to avoid listening in to any other embarrassing comments from their guides
as they continue down the long corridor.::
Devon:
You know, I have a better idea. ::grabs Jim by the arm and ducks into a
dressing room. Slapping on a swat Kevlar vest and a Swat full face cap
before 'borrowing' someone's swat jacket:: You can return these later?
Now we can just walk out of here in all the commotion. Any questions, my
wife is in labor, your taking me to the hospital and we break out in a
run. And haul ass out of here. ::tilts head and whispers knowing Jim can
hear him:: I think we probably tied in the comparing contest. ::pulls Jim's
handcuff key out of his pocket and hands them back to him:: But I think
out guys are partial. ::smiles:: Ready? ::moves to the door and waits for
Jim to lead the way::
Jim:
::gives Devon a confused look but then smiles and nods, quickly putting
on the gear. At Devon whisper, he blushes and shakes his head.:: Your seeing
things man. Better get your guide to run some tests on your vision soon.
C'mon. Let's get out of here. ::opens the door cautiously and then strolls
down the back stairwell, blending in as best he can so as not to attract
attention to the "prision" he's helping escape.::
Devon:
::laughs softly and walks by Jim's side like he belongs there, shoulders
straight:: Nothing at all wrong with my eyes. ::nods a greeting to some
officers that glance in his direction:: Hell of a day eh? ::to the officers
as they walk past.:: In fact I think I see more than you do friend. ::softly::
And don't look so guilty. ::laughs:: Your not much of a bull shitter are
you. ::winks at him and cuffs his arm playfully::
Jim:
::frowns and laughs:: Is that so? Well why don't you enlighten me? ::nods
at the officers before urging Devon towards his truck:: Here, this way.
Some of your arresting officers are over there. Keep your head down. ::whispered
so only Devon and himself will hear.::
Devon:
::looks at Jim and walks to the truck waiting till they are both seated
in the cab to speak:: I wouldn't know where to start. ::laughs softly::
How long have you and him been together? Why haven't you claimed him yet?
It would save you a lot of jealous primal rages.
Jim:
::starts up the truck and shoots Devon a look:: Claim? Claim who? ::backs
out of the parking space and begins to ease past the clusters of cops still
milling around:: Blair and I have been together for about four years I
guess. He's the expert in all this Sentinel business, not me. Hell I thought
I was going crazy when it first started. Why? What about you guys? You
seem really...close. ::flushing and refocusing his attention on pulling
the truck out into traffic, heading in the direction of home.::
Devon:
You really have no idea do you? And your guide, even though he is a powerful
shaman is just as clueless. ::shakes head:: Why haven't your instincts
to claim him kicked in? Christian and I have been together a little over
a year now. Five months from being two years. ::tilts head and notes the
flush:: Why are you blushing Jim?
Jim:
::tenses slightly:: What *are* you talking about? What *instincts*? I protect
Blair. He calls it the Blessed Protector Syndrome or something. That's
about the only instinct I know of. Like I said..Blair is the expert on
this. And our relationship...well it's not like yours. I mean, well it's
kinda obvious that you...well...that you care about each other. But in
a different way. ::sighs as he fumbles over the words::
Devon:
::laughs:: Did you know that I was completely straight until I laid eyes
on him. Have a Ex wife and a string of women who would rather kill me than
speak to me again, because I drove them crazy, by acting crazy when my
senses were acting up and I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me.
Then my guide showed up out of the blue. Smiled at me and said Hey! I have
been looking for you. My first reaction was to slam him against the wall
and tell him to get out of my face. ::grins:: But he wouldn't go, and that
was that. I was a former Marine Recon, and he stood up and told me I was
going to listen to him, "so shut up and take it like a man." What could
I do? I was so used to following orders, I heard him out. He saved my life
by not walking away. Guides are a tough lot, I guess they have to be to
put up with us. ::laughs::
Jim:
::gives Devon a disbelieving look before smiling and shaking his head::
Yeah, Sandburg is pretty tough. And I *did* slam him against a wall. But
only when he tricked me into meeting him. Dressed up like a damn doctor
to see me. ::chuckles at the memory:: Gave me some crap about a guy who
could help me and said go see the man and handed me his own card. It was
all down hill from there. ::glances over at Devon:: Divorced and the military,
huh? Looks like we do have more in common. But I was a harder sell than
you. Took nearly getting flattened by a bus and that curly haired hippy
tackling me to make me wake up and pay attention. And I still didn't like
it. ::shrugs:: Then it just became...normal, you know?
Devon:
Ohh man, I know. ::nods sagely:: I mean I really hated being dependent
on anyone. People have a way of letting you down. In fact my motto was
"I can do it by myself. I don't need anyone but me!" But I was wrong. ::shrugs::
It's a package deal. We have to have a guide, and our guides were born
to be with us. Two halves of the whole, we are useless without our mates.
I think I fought it for a month before Christian took the decision out
of my hands. After we bonded, nothing else mattered.
Jim:
::looks confused:: Bonded? Mates? You mean that...::gasps and widens his
eyes:: WHAT?? You trying to tell me that Sentinels and Guides are supposed
to...no way. Sandburg? *THAT* Sandburg? The one that I personally know
needs to have a revolving door installed on his bed for all the females
he moves in and out of there? ::laughs:: Oh that's funny! Listen, Devon,
it's cool that you and Christian have that kind of relationship...but Blair
and I couldn't possibly. It's just not like that. We're friends. Straight,
male, friends. ::tries to focus on his driving as he debates why this whole
conversation seems to have detoured to the twilight zone::
Devon:
Okay, let's not bullshit each other. ::smiles and looks at Jim:: You have
never thought of having sex with your guide? Really? I mean it is instinctual
to want to bond and claim our guides. It is how we reassure ourselves they
are ours. Like not being able to fall asleep until you monitor their heartbeat
at night and know they are at peace and resting. Or not being able to think
straight when you sense something is wrong. Or going primal at the thought
someone may take them away from you. That wrecked office up there is a
good example of primal behavior. ::strips off the cap he had only raised
off his face and looks at Jim:: It is also a guides instinct to want to
be claimed and claim his Sentinel. I don't care how straight they are.
It is useless to fight it, unless you two were not destined to be together.
::smiles:: But you two are, how could you have made it four years if you
were not?
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Christian:
::takes the phone and wraps his legs around Blair's waist before going
back to playing in his hair:: You are so cuddly. ::smiles at the man on
the floor while listening to the phone ring:
Jim:
::retrieves his cell from his jacket pocket and pressed a button to answer
the call, his eyes remaining focused on the road as he lifted it to his
ear:: Hello?
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Jim:
::frowns deeply and clenches the steering wheel tightly:: I think I can
handle ordering his food for him. Maybe I should let you go. You sound...busy.
We'll be there soon with the food. ::hoping that his tone conveys the "You
better be done whatever you're doing when I get there" speech he doesn't
want to have to verbalize.::
Christian:
okay then. ::giggles:: You be safe. Drive carefully. ::giggles again::
Devon I love you. Get me extra egg rolls. Ohh and Jim? Blair said he loves
you too. ::giggles and hangs up the phone before the fireworks start::
Jim:
::instinctively makes the turn that will take him to his and Blair's favorite
Chinese restaurant, silently mulling over the conversation with Devon and
Christian's last words. "Blair loves you too." "I mean it is instinctual
to want to bond and claim our guides. It is how we reassure ourselves they
are ours. Like not being able to fall asleep until you monitor their heartbeat
at night. It is also a guides instinct to want to be claimed and claim
his Sentinel. I don't care how straight they are." He shakes his head and
focuses ahead of him on the road, stopping at a traffic light and barely
whispering:: How?
Devon:
How what Jim? You left me standing in the dust. ::tilts head and watches
him::
Jim:
::turns to look at Devon:: How do I know that he wants this? Maybe he doesn't
want to be my guide. Maybe it's all been just for the research. Maybe that's
why he went to Alex. ::slumping slightly:: And how could I have missed
this? Because, you're right. I *don't* sleep until I know he's asleep and
okay. I *do* freak out whenever I think there is something wrong with him.
I *don't* want anyone else near him but me. But are you seriously trying
to tell me that all this will get better by just...::swallows nervously::
claiming him?
Devon:
::reaches across the space and lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder::
Jim, he is your guide. The man I saw come into that office loves you. And
you know he does. You're a sentinel for God's sake. You have to know when
he gets turned on by you. Or maybe I have went to far. You never answered
my question. You don't ever think of 'making love' to him? That's all claiming
really is you know. Making love, it really has less to do with sex than
it does love. But to answer your question. I would still rip your arms
off and beat you with them if you touched Christian and he gave the smallest
hint he didn't want you too. I would also be put out if you touched him
at all, but not primal. But I think that has to do with you being a Sentinel.
I have no problems with Blair touching him.
Jim:
::shrugs again:: I guess...hell I don't know...I never *let* myself think
about it. ::contemplates Blair in his mind. His face softens slightly as
he visualizes the wild brown curls and deep blue eyes. Sighing, he looks
at Devon again:: But if I were to be honest, yeah the thought has crossed
my mind. Like you said, it feels...right. More right than my marriage,
any of the women I've dated. But this... ::holding up the phone:: You've
got to understand, Devon, I've lived with him for all this time and I didn't
know. Didn't notice. And now just thinking about him and Christian... ::trails
off and clenches his jaw, easing the truck to a halt in front of the restaurant.::
Devon:
Hey let me run in and place the order, what do you and Blair want? ::unlatches
seat belt:: I will also let you in on a little secret that may set your
mind at ease. ::opens the door and gets out, but leans back in:: Christian
likes to play, goof off. He is hardly ever serious about anything but "us".
I think, no, I know, he wouldn't do anything with anyone without talking
to me about it first. Let me clear that up. Do I think he took a shower
with Blair? Hell yeah. Do I think they have been huggy-touchey. Without
a doubt! Do I think they have had sex? No. I don't. ::smiles at him::
Jim:
::gives Devon a small smile:: It's not that it's just...I don't know. ::sighs
and shakes his head:: Umm...Blair usually likes the sesame chicken. And
I...am suddenly not very hungry, thanks. Oh and here ::fumbles for his
wallet to pull out a few bills:: take this. Since you're going in to order
and everything.
Devon:
::waves off the bills:: I got it. I will pick you up something. be right
back. ::jogs into the place places a order and jogs back to the truck and
flops down in the seat:: You said it wasn't that. What is it?
Jim:
::puts his wallet away and leans on door of the truck, looking thoughtful::
I guess it's just knowing that Blair doesn't mind being that close to another
man. If that makes any sense. I dunno. This is just so new...I mean...to
suddenly realize that Blair is even capable of having these feelings for
another guy. And that right now he's not only showered with, but probably
wrapped around *your* guide. ::shakes his head:: And I'm supposed to believe
that he would want this with me?
Devon:
Why wouldn't he want it with you? ::looks genuinely confused:: You want
him. He wants you. You were born to love and protect him, he was born to
love and protect you. This isn't rocket science here Jim. Help me understand
your fear.
Jim:
::sighs:: I don't know what I'm afraid of. Maybe it's failing him, somehow.
I mean, what if we do this thing and it doesn't work? Or he doesn't want
it as much as I do? Or I can't give him what he needs? God there are so
many what if's running through my head I can't possibly name them all.
Devon:
So you would rather sit back and worry about the what if's than take the
chance it is real and right? ::shakes head:: You know, sometimes we only
get once chance, there's nothing tying your hands but your fear. What you
want a money back guarantee? Nothing is written in stone Jim. Your ::reaches
over and taps him lightly on the forehead:: Brain can lead you astray.
Follow your heart. It knows the right way. And running away will never
make you free. You are two halves of the whole, Sentinel.
Jim:
::thinks that over and nods, smiling slightly:: Maybe you're right. ::chuckles::
I guess I'm the one that needs to have my eyes checked, huh? From the sound
of things I haven't been seeing what's right under my nose. ::claps the
other man's shoulder lightly:: Thanks for pointing it out to me.
Devon:
::smiles:: Anytime Brother. And if it doesn't work out can I have him?
::jumps out of the truck laughing:: Oh, I think our food is ready, don't
shoot the un-armed guy in the back. ::turns and jogs in to the restaurant
grabbing their food and paying the cashier before walking back to the truck
warily:: I was just joking, don't shoot.
Jim:
::arches a brow warily, trying to look serious and offended at Devon's
comment before cracking a smile and shaking his head:: Come on. If we don't
hurry they're liable to end up kidnapped or something. We'd better go feed
them and stand guard because if there's one thing I know, one guide is
trouble two is a disaster waiting to happen. ::smiles and starts up the
truck::
Devon: ::jumps
in and sets the food between them:: Ahhh, I see it is not just my guide
who is a trouble magnet. ::laughs:: ::glancing at him sideways:: So what
are you going to do? You know that Chris is just working on your jealousy,
and has charmed your shaman into going along with him. I mean I love him
to death, but he likes to get right in the middle of things. I suppose
we can expect a lot more flirting and blatant sexual overtones.
Jim:
::groans softly:: I don't think I can take any more flirting. I'm an old
man, you know? Hell I'm not even sure if this thing *does* work with Blair
that he won't kill me inside a week. I'm a long ways from 30. ::eases the
truck out into traffic and once again heads towards the loft:: Tell me
you have some advice for dealing with this? ::gives him a hopeful but slightly
pained look::
Devon:
::still lost in his own thoughts:: I don't even want to think about the
fun he is going to have with the extra egg rolls. I have seen him blow
an egg roll. It's a stiffener alright. Huh? ::shakes off thoughts:: Advice?
Remember you military training. You lived through that. You can live through
this. Plus you have a secret weapon. Use your senses and drive him out
of his mind. You can tell where to touch and how much pressure. Also! Playing
dead at times works. They love us enough to let us pretend to be dead for
a while. Unless yours is a leg humper too, then just dial it down and pray.
Oh and side to side, good position, if you’re already worn out from the
standing on your toes while they cling to the ceiling fan position. Never
turn the ceiling fan on high while doing that ::rubs his neck:: It gave
me whiplash.
Jim:
::stops at a red light and gapes at Devon. After several minutes of blushing,
gaping and impersonating large goldfish, Jim manages to shake his head
and clear the visuals:: One, I don't want to know about the ceiling fan.
Two, maybe we should say they were out of egg rolls. Three, I was talking
about the flirting when we get back to the loft. That said, can we change
the station from WTMI? I'm not that fond of way too much info. ::grinning
and barely suppressing his laughter::
Devon:
Whoops! ::laughs:: I flirt back. But look on the bright side. ::grins::
At least I didn't explain how if you stroke the prostate while licking
his dick, it can take him at least a hour to recover when done right. ::drops
his voice and mimics a DJ:: Coming up next on WTMI How Sentinel's using
their senses can make their mates wait indefinitely for orgasm, and the
risks to life and limb along with other body parts involved in abusing
your powers that way.
Jim:
::groans and shakes his head, throwing wicked grins towards Devon:: You
are really starting to make me think I am too old for this, you know that?
Wait...indefinitely? ::looks intrigued:: I never thought about that but
I guess...well hell yeah I guess you're right. ::laughs:: Man I bet Burton
never wrote about *this* in his book. Which is kinda bad, because I don't
know *how* to flirt back. ::starts to sound unsure again:: You really think
that flirting back will work? Jeezus, now I'm starting to sound like him.
Babbling like an idiot. He's gonna see right through me. ::makes the last
turn towards the loft and unconsciously starts dialing up his senses to
check on Blair as soon as he's within range.::
Devon:
::smiles at him:: you already flirt, just be less covert. A really good
flirt is the lick your lips and look at them like they are a T-bone steak
and you are a starving man. Then monitor the heart rate and sniff for the
pheromones. ::tilts head and listens for a second:: they are sleeping.
Their heartbeats are so close they must be on top of each other. ::smiles::
Another good flirt is the wide eyed 'I am yours to command, I love you
so much I would crawl on my belly over broken glass for you' look. That
has got me blown more times than it should. ::winks:: and gathers up the
food. And if he sees right through you good! at least he will know your
flirting.
Jim:
::listens and nods in agreement with Devon's assessment of the two guides.
He climbs from the truck and opens the door, allowing Devon to enter first
before heading towards the stairs.:: Come on, this way is faster. We can
really sneak up on them, too. ::takes the stairs up to 307 and pauses outside
the door, exhaling a deep breath before slipping his key into the lock
and opening the door.:: You first... ::whispered to Devon, almost afraid
to go inside and face the object of his unfocused thoughts for the past
hour::
Devon:
::stops him and whispers stealthily:: Of course you can always use the
sentinel thing if it doesn't go right. Just get a wild look and start scenting
him, one thing usually leads to another, if you let him "calm" you down
after he is hard. ::walks into the apartment and sets the food down on
the table, before moving into the living room area:: Ahhh, aren't they
sweet? ::looking at the guides sleeping peacefully wrapped in each others
arms:: Such Little cherubs. ::said louder:: Too bad when they wake up the
halo's and wings get replaced by horns and pointy tails.
Jim:
::smirks and follows Devon, his eyes instantly landing on Blair, wrapped
around the blond and sleeping. He chuckles softly and steps into the living
room as he hears the heartrate change and Blair begins to stir slightly::
Tell me about it. And don't forget the neon sign that always glows "Bad
Guys Come Get Me" right over their heads. ::smiles down at Blair:: You
awake yet, Cheif? Or should we just keep talking about you like you're
not here?
Blair:
::blinks sleepily and furrows his brow at the strange voice that dragged
him from sleep. Slowly his brain catalogs where he is and he remembers
the shower, Christian, the phone call and Jim. JIM! He blinks for a few
more minutes and tries to focus on the source of the voice he knows belongs
to his Sentinel:: Jim? Man, what took you so long? Did you drive to China
for the food? ::yawns and stretches, easing his body off Christian:: Come
on, man. They're back. We're busted. ::smiles::
Christian:
If you two don't want me to stick a trident right up your ass, you better
have brought me extra egg rolls. ::grins but doesn't open his eyes yet::
Ummhmmm Blair.. they are back.. Our husbands are back from hunting, they
brought the fresh kill back to the cave to feed us. ::sets up and ruffles
his hair before looking up and smiling at Jim the winking at Devon::
Jim:
::laughs and goes into the kitchen to grab plates and utensils, before
shooting Blair a look:: Well, Cheif? You gonna sit over there all day or
are you going to be a nice host and offer our guests something to drink?
::smiles and carries the stuff back over to the table, helping Devon finish
unpacking the food.::
Blair:
::blinks at Jim and shakes his head.:: Sorry. Devon? Christian? What can
I get you? Water? Beer? You name it's probably in the fridge somewhere.
::stands and moves into the kitchen, making a mental note to try and figure
out what happened to Jim in the hour since he last saw him. Maybe Devon
and Christian *had* made a dent with Jim::
Devon:
Hey! Do you know how hard it is to hunt down a chicken with multiple personalities?
One minute is was all lovely dovey the next it was spitting in our eyes
and snarling. Talk about sweet and sour. No, you go and sit down ::moves
to put his hands on Blair's shoulders but pulls away fast before touching
him:: The Husbands can serve. Right Jim. ::shoots him a look:: What do
you want to drink? ::shoos Blair out of the kitchen before looking in the
fridge::
Christian:
::jumps up to intercede Jim in case Devon forgets and touches Blair, but
smiles when he remembers:: Hot tea is good for me honey. ::pulls Blair
back out of the way of the two bigger men:: Yes, let them serve us. We
deserved to be pampered. Right guys? ::looks and smiling at Jim and Devon::
Blair:
::gives Devon a smile and shrugs:: Ooookay. Beer, please. ::looks at Jim
for a moment and then let's Christian usher him back to the table, mouthing
'HUSBANDS?' and giving him a stern look. But Jim isn't arguing with the
label. hmmmm....::
Devon:
::fills the tea kettle sitting on the stove and turns it on, before moving
over and rubbing Jim's shoulders quickly in a friendly but reassuring gesture
that was meant to both set his mind at ease and be a apology for almost
messing up:: What do you want to drink? ::moving away and pulling Blair's
beer out of the fridge and looking back at the other sentinel::
Christian:
::smiles softly and noses around the food being put out:: Oh Blair why
don't I sit across from Jim and you across from Devon? That way I can play
footsie with that big hunk of man you got there. ::winks::
Jim:
::smiles at Devon:: Grab me one, too would ya? ::sets out a cup for Christian's
tea and steals a glance over at Blair, watching him talk with Christian.
When he hears the comment he blushes and looks away quickly but leaves
his hearing turned up and locks on Blair's heartbeat, monitoring it for
a reaction::
Blair:
::freezes momentarily at Christian's comment before playfully swatting
at him and giving him another stern look. Somehow he forces his voice to
sound almost normal:: Fine by me, man. But uh...only if I'm allowed to
return the favor? ::steals a glance at Devon and Jim before turning away
and blushing profusely::
Devon:
::Hands Jim his beer and sets down Blair's beer in front of him and moves
around to lay his hands on Christian's shoulders, leaning down and kissing
his neck before murmuring in a soft voice:: It is going to be hard to play
footsie after I rip them off your ankles and throw them off that balcony
over there. ::laughs and kisses his neck again before going to make the
tea::
Christian:
::narrows eyes at his Sentinel:: You don't scare me! ::laughs and looks
at Jim:: If he looks like he is going for my ankles shoot him in the knee!
::reaches over and grabs Blair's hand and pats it before intertwining their
fingers:: Here you have the best of both worlds, you can casually drop
a hand in your Sentinel's lap and still play footsie with us.
Jim:
::smiles and takes the beer, studying Blair's face for the reaction to
the blond's suggestion:: Works for me. ::sets out another tea cup for Devon
when he noticed he grabbed two tea bags, then looks back at Blair:: Except
for the playing footsie with Devon part.
Blair:
::snaps his head around so fast that he's sure he's gonna have whiplash.
No *WAY* did Jim just say that!:: Ummm...Devon? Where did you put my Jim?
Because this one...is acting a little weird. ::looks at Jim and shakes
his head, trying to slow his pounding heart down.:: You must have really
hit your head hard today in Simon's office, man. I could have sworn you
said...nevermind. ::takes a sip of his beer and sighs. Things are just
getting weirder and weirder.::
Devon:
::makes their tea before sitting down and pulling Jim into a seat too::
Lets eat man, I am starving. ::smiles at Blair before bowing his head and
saying a quick thank you to the powers that be for the food they are about
to nourish their bodies with, and a special thank you for allowing them
all to meet and become friends. Ending the prayer he digs in and says::
That's your Jim, guide. We just had a long talk and listened to the radio.
WTMI I believe. ::laughs and doesn't look up::
Christian:
::lifts his bowed head after the prayer and says mote it be:: So Jim, Did
Devon help you understand anything today? ::grins::
Blair:
::lifts his head and smiles after Devon finishes his short blessing for
the food and looks around at the other men at the table:: WTMI? Ceiling
fan? ::gets a confused look on his face and flushes slightly at Jim's soft
look. Clearing his throat, he turns to Christian as he digs into his food.::
Yeah man, this sounds kinda interesting...you gonna share it with the rest
of us? ::lets a grin spread across his face::
(
More to Come? Hard to Tell. Maybe, Write the players and let them know
if you want more. We work for food and ego strokes.)