Let me Process this.

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<Jim> alright Blair. go have a beer and process.

<Blair> Like that is such a righteous idea. ::grins::

<Jim> C'mon Chief. I'll buy, you drink and think. It's what you do best. Besides get into trouble. ::grins::

<Blair> No, no no. I don't get into trouble, that shit seeks me out with a vengeance.

<Jim> ::nods:: uh huh. sure it does. maybe one day you'll learn how to actually stay put when I tell you to. this whole relationship doesn't work if you get killed, ya know?

<Blair> But, but, but ::bounces:: Sure man, I'll stay put, but when I do, it finds me staying put. and it finds me not staying put. Gravity's a myth man, the earth just sucks.

<Jim> ::levels a glare:: well if you see it coming then why don't you run away? hide under a rock? ::sighs:: knew I should busted you for narcotics....*I* musta been insane to allow this insanity to go on...

<Blair> Whoa there Joe Friday! I am like *so* not on the drugs.

<Jim> Uh huh. And I'm the tooth fairy. In the truck, Chief. Unless you're gonna bounce to the bar? ::arches a brow::

<Blair> ::bounces into the truck and puts on his seatbelt:: Okay in the truck.

<Jim> ::sighs and climbs in, starting up the motor and pulling out:: I should have gone to a shrink instead...this has got to be a kick back from something...

<Blair> Kick back from what Man? ::smiles and bounces a little watching him:: You think a shrink could help you? You think a shrink would get their ass almost blown up for you? ::giggles:: Nah, I doubt it. You're stuck with me.

<Jim> ::grumbles:: Don't remind me. ::makes a turn and cruises through a yellow light, holding up his hand at the soft inhale he knows will be followed by a protest:: And don't even start talking about my driving, Chief. I'm not in the mood.

<Blair> Hey man, I'm not in the mood to be cut out of a truck with the jaws of life, but it's your truck, your rules, gotcha. ::glances up at him grinning::

<Jim> ::mumbles:: you wouldn't need the jaws of life. you could bore the metal into a melt down with that psycho babble stuff you've been spouting at me lately. And tell me again WHY you had to move in? ::gives Blair an annoyed look::

<Blair> Well, because the drug lab blew up and took my place with it. I am sure you remember the big boom? ::giggles:: But hey man, it's only temp thing, you know until you get a better hold on your senses and I get enough money to get my own place.

<Jim> Uh huh. Please tell me that will be in *my* lifetime? ::pulls up in front of the bar:: Alright, Chief. Everybody out.

<Blair> ::whispers sentinel soft:: You want me out big guy, I can leave today, no biggie. ::hops outta the truck and walks into the bar, not even bothering to see if Jim was coming with him::

<Jim> ::groans and winces:: Damn it. ::mumbled to himself as he walks quickly to catch up with Blair:: Hey, Chief, slow down. ::puts a hand on his shoulder:: Listen that's not what I meant and you know it. ::sighs:: Come on, let's get that drink. ::opening the door for Blair and gesturing him in with a small smile::

<Blair> ::grins up at the big guy face glowing and slips in the door:: Your buying right?

<Jim> ::nods:: Don't I usually? ::follows him inside and takes a seat at the bar, flagging down the bartender and ordering them two beers:: So fill me in kid, what exactly does being your guinea pig entail? ::taking a long pull off the icy brew::

<Blair> ::bounces:: Oh man, like I got some really good tests. and like we can do some practices to help you control stuff. I can't wait! ::smiles up at him::

<Jim> ::watches the enthusiasm on his guide's face and can't suppress a smile of his own:: Tests huh? What kind of tests?

<Blair> ::bounces:: All kids man, got to test all 5 senses, then see if we can catch some early warning signs of a zone. I also want to test the touch connection, the last few times you zoned, I had to touch and talk to you to bring you around.

<Jim> ::nods remembering the truck incident:: I think you being plastered to my back constitutes a little more than touching. ::taking another sip::

<Blair> ::takes a drink and squints up at him for a second:: What do you mean? A little more? ::bright blue eyes seem to click on an idea:: You don't think?

<Jim> ::throws him a speculative glance:: Well? Not that I'm not grateful from being saved a painful reincarnation as road kill...it was a little...unsettling...

<Blair> ::arches Brow:: Oh yeah, but I was having a great time, going out of my way to save your ass and almost getting run over. I was completely settled, so I don't know what your bitchin' about. ::licks his lips and sticks out his jaw, almost daring him to say something else::

<Jim> ::grins:: Well you wanted me for a pet project. ::opens his arms slightly:: So here I am...every aggravating bit, Chief. And also the good Samaritan that has allowed you to live with me so you can work on your research. Now I'll admit that I need your... knowledge ... to help me get used to whatever is going on with me. But how about giving me a break with the guilt and drama act? Just...enjoy your beer...be nice..."process" as you call it and maybe I'll be a little more accommodating of your...ramblings, okay? ::draining the bottle and setting it on the bar::

<Blair> ::grins and bounces:: Alright big guy, alright. We need each other right now, so I will lay off the ramblings and trips. ::winks at him and takes another drink of his beer::

<Jim> ::watches his guide anxiously for a moment and then pushes away from the bar, dropping some cash down to cover the tab.:: Alright, Chief...let's go get started. ::mumbles:: Before I change my mind. ::heads towards the door::

<Blair> ::bounces along side of him:; Oh man this is cool. ::jumps in the truck wiggling and smiling:: I think we should do your taste first, or smell. oh we could. ::glances at the large man:: Wait until we get home to talk about it more ::grins::

<Jim> God I hope this isn't a mistake. ::climbs in and gives him an unsure smile before starting up the truck and heading towards home.:: Are you always this hyper? I thought you neo-hippies didn't do the caffeine thing. You look like you've been drinking coffee non-stop for days.

<Blair> Whaa.. No man, I am always like this. ::smiles:: I do drink coffee, but it is not all that healthy, I should cut back and drink more tea, which also has caffeine ::rambles all the way back to 852 prospect Ave, and doesn't stop until they are in front of Apartment number 301::

<Jim> ::nods silently the entire time wondering when the other man manages to breath between all his talking. Efficiently slipping his key in the lock and opening the door, he steps inside, shedding his coat and hanging it neatly while waiting to get a word in edgewise::

<Blair> ::bounces in past him and straight to the bed room bringing out a bag with plastic white bottles inside filled with liquid:: You ready man?

<Jim> ::blinks and gives Blair a look as he makes his way to the sofa:: Well it's not like you've been planning this or anything, have you? ::sits down and eyes the bottles warily:: Okay, what are we doing?

<Blair> ::giggles:: Well yeah I been planning this man. ::takes out notebook:: In these bottles I have normal everyday food items that have been diluted with water by 10000 times. Lets try your smell then taste. ::hands him a bottle marked 1. before you open it see if you can smell it. just concentrate.

<Jim> ::concentrates for long moments to identify the substance, carefully filtering out the wrong ones until he narrows it down to...:: Salt? ::giving Blair a puzzled look::

<Blair> Great! ::makes note in his book:: Awesome this test may be too easy. ::hands Jim the bottle marked 15:: (chocolate). Try just tasting this, I want you to dial your smell down to one. Close your eyes and picture the dial. When you find the one labeled smell turn it all the way down.

<Jim> ::looks skeptical but accepts the second bottle and closes his eyes, visualizing what Blair described and trying to convince his mind to turn down the sense. That done he brings the bottle to his mouth, sampling the liquid. His tongue is flooded with the taste of the mixture as the chocolate taste becomes overpowering. The rest of his senses fade out as he becomes absorbed in the test.::

<Blair> ::watches as he fades and gets that all the lights are on but nobody is home look:: Jim? Hey Jim? You still with me man? ::moving closer but not touching yet, thinking if this is a zone it may prove the theory of touch::

<Jim> ::remains totally transfixed, barely hearing a faint voice before that too fades out as his sense of taste takes over completely, demanding his total concentration::

<Blair> ::kneels at his feet and tries just the voice again, a demanding voice that says answer me now:: Jim, snap out of it Jim.

<Jim> ::doesn't blink or stir at his guide's voice. His are out of focus and unseeing. Instead his mind mulls over the overpowering taste in his mouth and picks it apart, ignoring everything else around::

<Blair> ::leans in and touches Jim leg:: Jim, come on back man, you gotta snap out of this now.

<Jim> ::the faint voice from earlier comes back stronger now accompanied by a soft touch on his leg. Suddenly the world seems to zoom back in as his eyes, ears and other senses resume their function, reminding him of where he is. Blinking in confusion he looks at Blair.:: Alright Cheif, what happened?

<Blair> You like so zoned. I also got to test the theory. It is so like about the touch and the voice. I wish I would have thought about just touch. I should have seen if touch could have called you back alone. I am so stupid! ::frowns and puts his head on Jim's knee while berating himself::

<Jim> ::looks down at Blair and touches him on the shoulder lightly:: Maybe next time, Chief. ::softly:: Looks like you pulled me back again. Guess you do as much saving as I do.

<Blair> ::grins up at him and sits on the sofa:: Nah, it wasn't anything. I so need to study more. I mean I dont want you to zone, but I would love to see if just anyone could call you out. ::turning to face him. could you hear me calling? or did you not hear me until I touched you?

<Jim> ::settles back and looks thoughtful:: Well I heard something. It was very faint and then it just kind of faded out completely with everything else...and then after a moment...I could feel and hear things coming back. The voice got stronger and your hand...the warmth...it was like grounding me...dragging me back to reality. ::looks at Blair:: That make any sense?

<Blair> ::shakes head and bounces a little, crossing his legs then remembering the no feet on the sofa rule:: Yeah man, absolutely, touch is like real important, it grounds people. yeah, so when you send your senses out you need to feel grounded, they like have to have somewhere to come back to. speaking of the tactile, do you get spikes there? Like say my hand. can you feel the heat from this far away? ::holds hand over his about 8 inches away::

<Jim> ::concentrates for a moment and then nods thoughtfully:: Yeah. I can...and it's ::looks puzzled and tilts his head to look at Blair:: getting warmer? You feeling okay?

<Blair> yeah man. ::takes a cleansing breath:: Hey I got another test, I want you too. ::digs through the bag and hands Jim a plastic bag with a white handkerchief in it labeled #F-1:: Tell me what if anything you can pick up.

<Jim> ::shrugs it off and takes the bag with the hanky in it, turning it over thoughtfully in his hands:: Ummm...let's see...::concentrates for a moment and then widens his eyes slightly and stares at the object:: Perfume...a woman held this...and she was...::struggles with words:: umm...excited? ::looking at Blair for confirmation::

<Blair> yeah man, exactly! ::bounces a little:: man your awesome. can you smell it? or is it just something you know?

<Jim> ::hands back the hankie making a face:: I can smell it... ::smiles:: Why? where'd this come from? ::gesturing the item::

<Blair> I uhh well, I wanted to test pheromones, so I had a, subject, hold it while they were, you know. ::narrows eyes and watches him:: do you feel anything?

<Jim> ::stares back, trying to contain his grin at his guide's embarrassment:: Like what, Blair?

<Blair> like tingly, giddy, you know, pheromones are kinda like natures way of getting us high so we fall in lust. ::smiles at him and grabs notebook to make a notes so far:: I have another one ::pulls out plastic baggie marked #M-1:: See what you pick up here. ::tosses baggie with identical handkerchief in it at Jim::

<Jim> ::studies this baggie with the same care and then inhales deeply. After a moment he shifts on the couch and looks at Blair:: Where'd this come from? ::strained voice::

<Blair> That was uhh, subject number twos pheromones. He held on to it while subject number 1 was holding hers. You getting a sensory thing? ::watches him carefully for a reaction, worried that his male pheromone may cause the primal behavior he has witnessed at points::

<Jim> ::clears his throat and drops the baggie, standing and moving away from Blair, focusing on ANYTHING but that baggie. What the hell was going on?:: I uh...I think that's enough for tonight...::quietly::

<Blair> Hey Jim? You need to talk to me man. ::picks up baggie and tucks it inside a bigger baggie and back in the bag:: What's going on? a sense thing? ::realizes he just made the test null and void by not asking Jim what he smelt first and groans softly::

<Jim> ::swallows and grimaces not believing he's going to say this:: Was it you? I could have sworn that...::sighs and looks at Blair:: that is was you that had been holding that thing. ::sounding nervous::

<Blair> ::nods bouncing a little at the fact he knew:: Amazing man, how did you know that?

<Jim> ::exhales slowly and looks away:: Remember the girls you asked me to eavesdrop on? I remembered the smell from then. ::forces a smile:: Who was the girl?

<Blair> ::looks confused and then smiles:: oh man she was a TA, I forgot her name now, that seems like a life time ago. ::laughs softly:: So you must have been able to uhh, ::falters:: to pick up on it from like the start. ::bites bottom lip and thinks:: You know that may have been why you were so primal day one, one more test huh? ::digs through bag and tosses a red bandana tucked inside a plastic baggie at him, labeled AM1::

<Jim> ::catches the bandana and holds it for a moment before glaring at Blair and dropping the thing like it has just burned him. His body tense and he swallows convulsively trying to keep his voice nice and level:: You...and another male. Happy. ::hissed as he turns away::

<Blair> Jim? Hey man it's not like that. Really. Are you angry? ::grabs all testing supplies and tosses them in his room while standing at the door and watching Jim::

<Jim> ::shakes his head:: Whatever you say, Chief. I'm fine. ::turns back to stare out the window and calm himself, pull his emotions and...jealousy?...back under control:: Just fine. ::huskily::

<Blair> ::eases up to him:: what did you feel? What did you sense?

<Jim> ::tries to ignore Blair's approach and shrug off the incident:: I told you. I could smell you and another man...::swallows and adds:: excited. What else did I miss?

<Blair> I for one wasn't excited. ::cocks head and looks at Jim:: You remember throwing me against the wall the second time we met? I thought about it a lot. I mean I wasn't in your face, I wasn't too out there. I haven't seen you put your hands on anybody else like that, so I was thinking the reaction is instinctual, or chemical, you're reacting to some kind of stimulus other than just anger. If I am right your fighting off the impulse to throw me into another wall.

<Jim> ::narrows his eyes:: Good guess. ::silently he thinks, 'But I wouldn't be yelling at you.' and then rolls his eyes and refocuses on his window::

<Blair> So that's it man, your just alpha male-ing here. ::laughs softly:: right before you came to my office this creep was like all over me, and I had to like threaten to call security. So you just smelled his scent, and maybe the fear in mine, and it just made you go like primal. ::patting Jim on the shoulder:: See man, it's all instinct.

<Jim> ::nods:: yeah, something like that. ::offers a tense smile and steps away:: Listen i'm gonna go grab a quick shower all this...testing is a little unnerving, you know? You good here?

<Blair> yeah man, I'm good. ::smiles up at him and wanders back to make notes in his book::

<Jim> ::hastily retreats from the room, making his way to the bathroom and leans against the closed door heavily. Well that had been interesting. With a sigh he adjusts the water temperature and shucks out of his clothing, desperate to wash away the cold sweat Blair's tests induced.::

<Blair> ::sitting down on his bed talking to himself as he writes in his journal:: Subject had little to no reaction to F-1, But was able to identify everything I had wanted him to. I screwed up the results of M-2. I guess I was nervous because subject reacted so quickly. Data is tainted, can not put down results.

<Jim> ::tilts his head and listens carefully to Blair's mumblings:: Great. He noticed. Now how am I going to explain this? ::his expression changes to confusion and he quickly finishes his shower, shutting off the water:: Why was he nervous when I answer so quickly? I live with him and I'm not supposed to...oh hell. ::grumbles and begins to towel off::

<Blair> Subject became agitated and near primal when introduced to AM1. His senses picked up the excited male, but picked my scent up as excited also. That could have been because I was standing in the room, watching him seconds away from going primal, and waiting to get thrown into a wall. Walls bad, subject holding me to wall.. not so bad. Very hard to get concrete data in open environment ::as he scratches out wall not so bad::

<Jim> ::stops with the toothbrush halfway to his mouth:: Subject holding me to wall not so bad?? ::stares at his reflection in the mirror:: He can't mean that...::furrows his brow and cuts his eyes left and right for a moment:: So I was sensing him... ::widens his eyes and swallows:: Oh boy.

<Blair> ::snaps book shut and lays back on the futon:: I should have seen if just touch could have brought him out of the zone. I could induce a zone, but that wouldn't be right. ::frowns:: no, it is too tricky, I will just try to remember the next time. ::grabs up book and scribbles in it:: Zones seem to cause both *my* sentinel and me to zone. I forgot all about test trying to call him back.

<Jim> ::slips the toothbrush back in it's holder and stops with his hand on the door.:: *My* Sentinel? ::turns the knob and slips into his bedroom, towel knotted around his waist. He grabs for a pair of loose sweats and slips them on, throwing the towel over his shoulder before going back into the living room.:: So what's the verdict, Einstein? Can't use any of it? ::giving him a pointed look as he looms over him, skin still damp in places::

<Blair> Aww man Jim, you know that's like putting a wire tap in, it's unethical, you should dial it down when I am talking to my self. ::blushing but not looking up from his scribbling. Okay heart beat normally there is a sentinel watching you, probably monitoring you, just breathe and stay calm::

<Jim> ::notices the changes and smiles slightly:: Yeah, well...what can I say? It was about me and the tests...would hate to think I went through that for nothing, ya know? And you still look flushed? ::grinning inwardly:: You sure you're feeling okay? Something got you agitated?

<Blair> ::licks his lips and gazes up at Jim thoughtfully:: Where ya going with this man? I *feel* great. Better than great really ::smiles wickedly and gets up:: but I need a shower, do me a favor huh? ::moves to the bathroom and stops at the door to wait for a reply::

<Jim> ::moves out of Blair's way as he brushes past, arching a brow at the grin and question:: That depends...what's the favor? ::crossing his massive arms across his bare chest::

<Blair> ::watches him and smiles appreciatively at the flexing:: Dial it down for me, all of them, especially smell and hearing. I would like a little privacy, ya know. ::turns and walks into the room mumbling about sentinels and cant even whack off with out worrying about him hearing or smelling something::

<Jim> ::tenses slightly but puts a smile on his face:: Maybe. ::moves to the fridge to grab a beer and stand in front of the window again, battling with himself to respect Blair's privacy::

<Blair> ::strips and steps into the shower, thinking that Jim is motoring everything from his heart beat to his smell. and if he is, he is determined to give him a good show:: Jim, I know your not listening to me after I asked you not too. ::whispered softly under the tepid water:: because if you were you would be able to hear my hands grasping my oh so hard cock. you could smell my arousal, I bet you could even hear it when I only breathe your name imagining it is you in my hand, and not me.

<Jim> ::swallows and blushes at eavesdropping when he hears Blair's first words even as his body surges to life at the ones following them. He groans softly and just stops himself from taking the few steps that would put him in the bathroom with his guide. Exhaling a shaky breath, his hand grips the cold glass bottle, unconsciously stroking it:: Gods, Blair, don't do this to me. ::whispered to himself::

<Blair> :: foot slipped as he reached for the shampoo. He sprawled ungracefully onto the slick floor, grasping desperately at the curtain rod and missing, his feet sliding wide apart, and a snapping sound resulted in instant nausea. His yelp echoed through the apartment.::

<Jim> ::widens his eyes in horror and drops the bottle in his haste to go check on Blair. He pounds on the door, yelling through it:: Blair? What happened? ::panicked voice::

<Blair> uhhh, head, ow ow ow ow. ::reaches back to feel the knot forming on the back of his head::

<Jim> ::tries the knob and opens the door carefully, eyeing Blair lying in a heap in the bottom of the tub:: Chief? What the hell happened? What did you do to your head? ::stepping closer to examine the spot the other man is gingerly touching, brushing the damp curls out of the way to see if there is any bleeding:: Damn, you can't even stay out of trouble in the shower. ::muttered::

<Blair> ::blinks and looks up at him with hazy blue eyes:: It hurts. ::holds out his arms to be picked up::

<Jim> ::studies him carefully and then his concern takes over and he expertly lifts the dripping man out of the shower, setting him down gently and grabbing a towel to drape around him. He shuts off the water and moves back to Blair, rubbing the towel over the other man to help dry him:: Alright, I know it hurts but you'll recover...just stay with me, okay? No dozing off or anything. That's quite a bump and you could have a concussion or something. ::stares into the fuzzy blue eyes:: Blair? Answer me. ::sliding the towel up and squeezing the water from the other man's dripping hair::

<Blair> ::swallows:: Jim? hey Jim! ::smiles:: what did I fall? How did you get dressed so fast? I must have been out for a while? ::leaning into him and putting his head on the broad chest::

<Jim> ::inhales slightly when Blair leans against him and looks down worriedly:: Blair? I was dressed when you came in here. Remember? ::tilts his head to look at him:: You *do* remember, right? I took a shower, got dressed. You told me to dial everything down and came to shower. Then you yelled and when I came in you were in the bottom of the shower. You tell me what happened. ::sounding concerned and holding the man carefully::

<Blair> ::blinks:: I thought we were showering together. ::tilts head then gets pained look:: I want to sit down now. ::steps away from Jim and pads naked across the loft to the sofa::

<Jim> ::blinks and stares before shaking his head and following Blair at a distance:: Showering together? Uh, Chief what gave you that idea? ::as curious about the question as he was the answer. Had Blair been serious in his teasing before he'd fallen?::

<Blair> I donno, I just remember you being in the shower with me. ::blinks up at him:: I must have flashed back or something.

<Jim> ::opens his mouth to speak and then stops, sighing instead and looking utterly perplexed. Flashed back? On what? He studies his guide carefully and then sits down at the opposite end of the sofa:: You flashed back or something? Listen, can you still speak English? You know I don't get that psycho babble stuff. How could you think I was in the shower with you? Flashed back on WHAT pray tell? ::giving Blair a puzzled look and trying desperately to ignore the fact that the man was less that 3 feet away and totally naked::

<Blair> On us? ::begins to look confused and scared:: Jim? why are you acting like you have never seen me before? You're scaring me.

<Jim> ::forces himself to calm and gives the other a reassuring smile:: I'm sorry if I'm scaring you, but I'm a little confused too. You said you flashed back on us. Doing what? The tests earlier tonight? ::reaching out a hand to squeeze the other man's shoulder:: Just calm down and tell me what you think happened.

<Blair> ::smiles up at him shyly:: I thought we were making love in the shower. I guess I must have flashed back to a time when we did, before I hit my head. ::crawls up into Jims lap and lays his head on the mans shoulder:: I can't believe how clumsy I am.

<Jim> ::groans softly as Blair climbs in his lap, his mind racing over the images both imagined and real that his guides words and actions incite. His body remembers the hushed words Blair uttered before falling and quickly starts to resume it's earlier state. He tenses, not wanting Blair to notice and begins to stammer:: But...but Blair...uh...we haven't...I mean...we aren't....::sighs:: We didn't make love in the shower. We didn't make love anywhere. ::inhales deeply and is assaulted by the other man's smell:: Gods...Blair we aren't together like that... ::adds a silent "yet" in his mind::

<Blair> What do you mean, I remember us, I remember... Oh god, I don't remember. I can't remember anything but us. ::starts to tremble:: I must have hit my head harder than I thought. It will come back to me, I know it will. but man this is scary.

<Jim> ::winces in sympathy at Blair's confusion and wraps the towel and then his arms around the trembling body:: I'm sure I know the feeling. Well somewhat. ::shakes his head and holds Blair close:: Just calm down, okay? ::softly:: It'll be okay. I'm right here.

<Blair> ::sniffles a little and calms down, because Jim told him to:: I bet I will feel better after I get some sleep. Are you ready to go to bed?

<Jim> ::tenderly reaches up and brushes over the large bump on the back of the smaller man's head and eyes him suspiciously:: Do you think that's a good idea? You hit your head pretty hard...

<Blair> ::smiles at him:: With my Sentinel monitoring me, I am safer here than in any hospital. ::stands up and begins pulling Jim up the stairs to Jims bed::
Wait, we do sleep in the same bed right? ::looks confused again:: I am not sure if what I am remembering is true or like a fantasy.

<Jim> ::stands and follows, slightly stunned:: Well...like I said...we aren't...together like that. So no... ::gives him an apologetic look:: No, Blair. We don't share a bed.

<Blair> ::nods and looks down to the floor dropping Jim's hand:: I guess I can sleep on the sofa. ::totters back to the sofa::

<Jim> ::taking Blair's hand and pulling him towards the other bedroom, he smiles:: You don't need to sleep on the sofa, Chief. This is your room. ::opens the door and flips on the light:: Remember? Your place went BOOM so I said you could crash here? ::gives him a hopeful look that something in here will trigger a real memory::

<Blair> ::nods and looks around before sitting down on the futon:: Boom. ::smiles up at him:: okay. Thanks Jim, Good night.

<Jim> ::smiles and nods, pulling the door closed:: Goodnight, Blair. Call if you need anything, okay? ::sighs as the door clicks closed and leans against the door frame:: Oh good grief what next?

<Blair> ::wakes up feeling fine and goes to make coffee and breakfast. feeling so guilty about last night he even makes Jim what he considers a heart attack on a plate:: Jim? ::said softly:: Breakfast is ready if you want it. Bacon, eggs, the whole works. ::pours himself a glass of OJ and sits down at the island::

<Jim> ::sits bolt upright in the bed and looks around:: Oh please let him be back to normal. ::climbs out of bed and walks towards the kitchen, glancing Blair over and watching him carefully:: How's the head, Blair? You feeling like yourself this morning? ::glances at the plate:: No wait, you can't be. You wouldn't fix me this for breakfast if you were in your right mind.

<Blair> Oh man Jim, I am so sorry about last night ::looking down and blushing furiously:: I don't know what happened, I would like to throw myself on the mercy of the court, or plead temporary insanity? ::finally tears eyes off the floor and watches the larger man carefully::

<Jim> ::sighs in relief and hugs the smaller man fiercely:: Thank god you *are* better! Chief, you scared the hell out of me last night! ::grins and releases the guide, looking into his blue eyes:: Don't ever scare me like that again? Do you hear me?

<Blair> I, I, I am sorry man, really. ::backs away a little and bounces on his heels:: I really am sorry. ::looks down again not knowing what to say::

<Jim> ::reaches out and grips Blair's shoulder, halting his retreat and sliding his hand up to caress his neck and the side of his face with a thumb:: Don't be sorry. You just...::smiles:: made me realize a few things. ::steps closer and silently reads the other man for any signs that he's wrong about what Blair wants::

<Blair> ::swallows and looks up at him:: Made you realize what? ::laying both hands on Jim's shoulders::

<Jim> ::forces himself not to look away. He picks up on the increase in Blair's heart rate and flushed color and softens his voice as those blue eyes dilate and become impossibly bluer. His skin warms beneath the man's hands and he sense the heat radiating off him because of their close proximity.:: Just how much you mean to me. ::licks his lips slowly before leaning close to brush a quick kiss across Blair's lips:: And how much I want you. ::huskily::

<Blair> ::licks his lips and tastes the sentinel on them:: But Jim? Your like, like straight yeah? I mean me, I know I'm Bi, but you.. ::moves closer but still trying to rationalize the whole thing::

<Jim> ::slips his hand back to tangle in the wild curls and watches the sensual display of Blair licking his lips. He presses closer to the other man, delighting in the feel of him so close. He tries to drink in everything about the man in his arms, lifting a hand to Blair's waist and flexing it possessively.:: I want you. It's that simple. I don't know when it happened and I don't care why it happened. ::capturing those full lips again for a more intimate kiss, sliding his tongue across the plump flesh begging for entry::

<Blair> ::moans softly and clings to his Sentinel's massive shoulders as he kisses him back passionately suckling on his tongue and grinding his hips into him wantonly. He finally breaks the kiss to gasp:: Jim wait, We can't do this. I am supposed to be your partner. What if..

<Jim> ::groans in frustration as Blair breaks the kiss, even as he maneuvers them across the living room:: What if what, Blair? Huh? Give me one good reason why we shouldn't do this? ::grinding back against him and dropping his head to suckle at the delicate throat and smiling against the pulse he can feel and hear pounding erratically:: Because I *know* you want it... ::murmured softly::

<Blair> ::moans:: Want it, yes, but man it could just be a sentinel thing. you know, you getting primal over some chemicals I'm tossing out.. Oh God, and then when their gone, so am I, out on my ass. ::breaks away and sprints to his room almost in tears, big floating blue eyes blink up at him sadly:: I can't do this. it's.. it's too real for me. ::slams the door shut and tries to take a few cleansing breaths::

<Jim> ::sighs and watches in frustration as Blair all but runs to his room and shuts him out. Clenching his hands into tight fists, he swallows and wonders what just happened. Thinking of only one more thing he can do, he approaches the closed door and speaks just loud enough so that Blair can hear him:: Blair? Look, I'm sorry okay? I guess I read things wrong. ::listens intently to the sound of the man breathing loudly and his face crumples:: Just don't leave, alright? I meant what I said about you staying as long as you wanted or needed. ::presses a hand to the cool surface before pulling back and walking solemnly up the stairs to his own room and sitting on the bed heavily, dropping his head into his hands and praying that the damage can be undone in their relationship::

<Blair> ::sighs and steps out of his bedroom:: We need to talk. ::said softly:: Can I come up?

<Jim> ::lifts his head and swallows:: Yeah. Come on. ::hoarsely::

<Blair> ::takes the stairs two at a time and bounces down next to Jim:; I'm sorry, I been fucking up a lot here.

<Jim> ::gives a half hearted smile and shakes his head:: Nothing to apologize for. This fuck up wasn't yours. Consider it forgotten, okay? ::claps him on the shoulder and goes to retrieve some clothing for the day, anything to keep from being so close to Blair and having to deal with the overpower sensual assault their brief encounter left imprinted on the young man::

<Blair> Jim? Can you sit back down please? ::using his guide voice:: I was not finished talking to you.

<Jim> ::sighs and looks up from his task, moving to sit a bit further away from Blair and trying to keep his tone light:: Sorry, Chief. ::quietly:: Just figured I'd save us the embarrassing replay, you know? ::gives him a hopeful look and forced smile::

<Blair> Of? ::pounces and straddles Jims lap pressed against him nose to nose:: Of? ::giggles and bounces a bit:: Rubbing his nose against Jim's. Okay big guy. We are going to talk, and that means you have to talk too. ::smiles wickedly::

<Jim> ::schools his features and does his best to look totally neutral while keeping his focus on the conversation and *not* the body on top of him:: Replay of last night and this morning. I guess I uh...::shrugs:: made a mistake. Right? ::confusion creeping into his voice::

<Blair> No, I got scared, Did you make a mistake? ::leans back and licks lips looking at him thoughtfully:: Well, okay, last night I was just like toasted, but today it was just scared. ::giggles softly::

<Jim> ::watches Blair and smiles at the quiet giggle:: So last night you were toasted and today you were scared. Care to tell me why you were scared? ::glances at their current position:: And if you're still scared?

<Blair> Now, now! I asked you a question first. It is rude. ::reaches out and drags his tongue across Jim's lower lip:: To answer a question with a question. ::wiggles a little to get comfy while he waits for an answer::

<Jim> ::unconsciously arches up into Blair's wiggle and bites down on his lower lip to stifle the moan:: Fine. Fair enough. I wasn't wrong about me. But I'm still not sure... ::darting his tongue out to savor the lingering taste of Blair's mouth where it had touched his:: if I was wrong about you. ::softly::

<Blair> ::giggles softly:: What does your senses tell you man? Do you have your touch dialed up? ::ever watchful of his sentinels reactions he noticed the arch and aborted moan::

<Jim> ::begins to cycle through his senses, noting again the deeply dilated blue pools of his eyes, the rapid rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath, the wildly hammering heart and the almost searing heat radiating off the other man. Tentatively his hands reached out for their earlier purchase points and lightly rested them there:: My senses are telling me the same thing as before... ::looks serious:: But it could be fear...or nervousness...or... ::trails off::

<Blair> ::bonks Jim on top of his head lightly:: Or I want you to nail me into the floor? Trust your senses man. ::shakes head slightly amused:: Do you ::licks the underside of his jaw:: Have you're ::licks just below his ear:: Touch dialed up? ::blows in his ear softly before looking at him again::

<Jim> ::shivers and responds, closing his eyes and this time allowing the soft moan Blair's touch elicited to escape. He tilted his head to capture those wicked lips in a kiss, keeping it tender, soft and un-demanding:: Yes. ::softly hissed before pulling the man back for another more powerful kiss::

<Blair> ::reaches down and pulls at Jim's shirt breaking the kiss:: Can I see a little more of this magnificent body here man? Oh wait, wait. ::still trying to strip him:: I have to know that everything is still gonna be cool, you know with us. ::pulling the shirt over Jim's head and clamping down on one of his nipples lightly, sucking before looking up at him:: I mean I would rather go whack of or something, than mess up what we got ya know?

<Jim> ::allows himself to be freed from his shirt and begins to tug at Blair's when he feels that hot, moist mouth around one of his nipples, suckling and arches into the touch:: Ah! I don't think...you'll have to worry...about that. ::sighs and begins pulling at the shirt again:: Your turn... ::growled softly::

<Blair> ::giggles and pushes him back on the bed, settling himself over the larger man, kissing down his neck and chest:: Uhhhhh, I will tell you when it's my turn. ::licks softly at the other nipple while slowly thrusting his erection against Jim's::

<Jim> ::throws his head back and reaches up to wind the unruly curls around his fingers and his guides mouth devours him. Each movement and touch seeming hotter and more passionate than the last. A faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he begins to rock and grind his hips against Blair's, desperately searching for just the right friction.:: Nnnnnhhhhhh...what ever...you say...Chief. Oh god! ::bucking upwards slightly as a surge of arousal travels through him::

<Blair> Steady there cowboy. ::kisses lower down the 6 pack to the edge of the sweats:: Mmmm, I think we need to take these off as well. ::moves to stand beside the bed and takes off his own shirt toeing out of his shoes he starts to drop his pants while waiting for Jim to undress::

<Jim> ::raises up on his elbows and watches as Blair pulls his shirt over his head, curls bouncing back into disarray around his face. He tenses when the other man starts to drop the remained of his clothing and expertly manages to slip his own pants down, sneaking a hand down to provide a moment of relief with a few quick strokes to the pulsing erection.::

<Blair> No! ::growled:: Drops his jeans and straddles Jim across his knees. blue eyes shining:: Tell me why you shouldn't do that big guy. ::leans forward on his hands and blows cool air up and down the length of Jim's erection.::

<Jim> ::collapses back on the bed and drinks in the sight of Blair, groaning at the incredible sensations his guide is stirring in his body:: I haven't a clue, Chief. ::looking at him with heavy lidded eyes:: Why don't you tell me?

<Blair> ::dragging his tongue along the same path he blew the air:: Because, you shouldn't play with things that are ::blows warm air on the trail his mouth had just blazed:: Mine! :: dark blue eyes meet crystal blue ones::

<Jim> ::arches upwards, straining for more contact with Blair's mouth:: Blair...please! ::unable to keep the frantic urgency out of his voice. He tightens his hands in the other man's hair, silently commanding that he end this torment.::

<Blair> No, no, no, ::lays across him again this time hardness pressing against harness as he strokes against him finding the right amount of friction:: All you get are leg humps until you know who you belong too. ::giggles softly before pulling Jim into a demanding a searing kiss::

<Jim> ::pours all that he can into the kiss, memorizing the feel and taste, everything about this moment and about Blair. His tongue steals quickly in his guide's, slipping and sliding against the other man's in much the same way their bodies are doing. The sensations start to pile on each other as the friction becomes that much more unbearable. Breathlessly he breaks the kiss, panting:: Blair, please!

<Blair> ::rocks against him harder:: Please what Jim? ::moans softly:: You are so about to have me cum all over you in a second. ::reaches down and bites a nipple gently::

<Jim> ::reaches down to pull Blair's hips as snugly against his as possible and quickens his trust, feeling that tell tale coiling at the base of his spine as his body teeters on the brink of eruption. His nibbles and kisses Blair where ever he can, mindless with his own need:: Yes, Blair. Now...now... ::arching upwards and stiffening as at least he gives in to the near painful ecstasy of his orgasm, trembling with each heated gush as he spills himself between their bodies::

<Blair> ::Moans softly and follows his sentinel over the brink, thrusting as wave after wave of undiluted pleasure crests and tosses him into the larger man:: Jim ::gasped as his climax is ripped out of his body, he stills slowly his arousal still twitch and throbbing in after shocks:: Mmmm S'good. ::cuddles up next to Jim and closes his eyes:: I can't move. ::starts breathing heavy::

<Jim> ::sighs and smiles a knowing smile even as he disentangles himself from Blair and heads downstairs. He quickly cleans up and collects a clean wash cloth and fresh towel for Blair, ascending the stairs and moving stealthily back to the bed. Tenderly he bathes his guide and dries him off, shuffling him upwards on the bed and climbing in next to him.:: You can stop pretending to be asleep now, Chief ::whispered in his ear:: The work's all done. ::nuzzles his face into the curls and sighs happily::

<Blair> ::sighs right back and snuggles closer::

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