Hippity Hop - Kerensa

Jim walked up the stairs towards the loft. The damn elevator was out again. Just what Jim did not need after a long day in Major Crimes. Opening the door, he walked inside and stopped.

Blair was leaning against the couch.

Naked.

With big, soft, white, fluffy bunny ears arching up from atop his curly brown locks.

“Hello lover.” Blair’s voice was low and sultry.

The Sentinel stood there stunned, his mouth hanging open. All the available blood in his body rushed to his groin in a sneak attack on his libido.

Jim gasped in horror and the blood turned back in an abrupt about face and raced up to his now flaming face. “Oh my god!”

Blair straightened up, frowning. Jim sounded upset, not aroused. This wasn’t the reaction the young man was looking for. Not at all.

“I was supposed to come home early.”

Jim closed his eyes and groaned. Blair smiled reassuringly. “That’s all right, you’re here now.”

Ellison opened his eyes and winced as he saw his beautiful lover swaying towards him. Oh god! He wanted to knock Blair to the ground and never let him go. What was he going to do?

“I brought Simon home with me.”

Blair stopped so abruptly it looked as if he had hit a brick wall. In a way he had.

“What?”

Jim winced at the hurt look on Blair’s face and the disappointment he could hear in his voice. Evidence of Blair’s arousal was quickly disappearing.

“I’m sorry. I forgot that you wanted us to have a quiet night together.” Blair just looked at Jim. “He was following right behind me. Uh, he’ll be here any minute.”

Blair’s blue eyes darted to the front door and he gasped. The idea of being caught dressed or undressed, as he was, had Blair turning pale. The young man whirled around and ran to his old bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Jim gripped the doorframe hard. The urge to run after his lover almost overcoming the fear of coming out to his boss.

Especially when he saw the little white cotton-tail, right above his bottom, when Blair turned around.

“Is something wrong?”

Jim yelped and jumped a foot in the air.

Simon started to pull out his gun, looking around for the threat. There had to be a threat. The captain didn’t see any signs of violence though and Sandburg wasn’t lying in a bloody heap on the floor, so…

Ellison raised a hand and waved him off.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” Jim’s voice was less than convincing.

The captain snorted. “Yeah, right. I just snuck up on a Sentinel. No problems there.”

Simon reholstered his gun as he looked at his best detective. He sighed and took off his coat and waited. After a few moments of watching Jim watch Blair’s bedroom door, he shook his head and sat down on one of the couches.

“Do you mind if I turn on the game?”

Jim shook his head absently. He had his head cocked to one side in his standard “listening position”. His attention was wholly focused on the little bedroom and it’s upset occupant. “Go ahead.”

All noise stopped in the tiny room and Jim waited for Blair to come out. After several minutes it was apparent that Blair wasn’t coming out and Jim slumped against the couch in worry. He wasn’t sure what to do, not with Simon sitting there. Eventually, Jim decided to wait Blair out and he joined his good friend on the couch.

The bedroom door opened and Blair emerged from the darkened room. Naturally, the ears and tail were gone. In their place was a disreputably worn pair of jeans and numerous layers of flannel.

“Hey Sandburg, you going to watch the game?”

“Hi Simon.” Blair spoke to the captain, but didn’t even look at Jim. “No, I’m going out for the evening.”

Jim jumped up and followed Blair to the coat rack. “Where are you going Chief?” Ellison watched worriedly as Blair donned his coat.

“Just…out.”

Blair flicked a quick, hurt look at his big lover, before snatching up his keys and racing out the door.

“I’ll be back later.”

******

Jim stared at the back of the door as if it held the answers to how this evening had gotten messed up so quickly. He listened to Blair’s rapid heartbeat as the young man raced down the stairs.

“You’re not really going to let him go are you?”

The Sentinel shook himself out of an almost zone-out and looked over at his friend. “What?”

Simon rolled his eyes at his very smart and yet, very dumb friend.

Speaking very slowly, as if to a child, Simon explained. “Jim, if you let him leave like that, you won’t be getting any for at least a month; if he ever forgives you.”

Jim’s mouth was hanging open again. His mind shut down about the time he realized what Simon was saying.

Simon rubbed his forehead and turned the t.v. off. “What’s the matter? Did you forget that I was a detective before I became Captain?” Simon smirked at the still befuddled look on Ellison’s face. “Oh, puh-lease. I figured out that you two were a couple, month’s ago.”

Looking towards the door, tellingly, Simon waited to see if Jim was going to prevent a disaster from happening.

“Now, get out of here. Go. Stop that young man, before this…” He waved around the loft. “…is damaged. Because, I tell you, I am not losing him as a friend and as a colleague around the station. And I am definitely not going to lose this you. None of us want to see the return of the pre-Blair, Ellison.”

Jim snapped his mouth shut as he listened to what his friend was telling him. He grabbed up his keys, from the basket by the door, and slipped out the door.

“Thanks Simon. Lock up before you leave, would you.”

Jim was half-way down the first flight of stairs when he heard Simon agree. Marginally aware of the fact that he just ran out on an old and dear friend, Jim paused in mid-step. He thought about going back to say good bye properly.

In his mind, Jim could see Blair’s sad face and he decided Simon could wait. Ellison hurried down the stairs, anxious to catch Blair before he left. An image of Blair in the bunny ears spurred him on further.

******

Two hours later, Jim let himself back into the loft. He slouched down onto the arm of the couch that Blair had been draped so alluringly across such a short time ago.

By the time he had reached the parking lot, Blair had already been gone. Even with his Sentinel abilities, Jim hadn’t been able to follow the young man. Driving around Cascade had done nothing but give him a headache.

Now, the only choice Jim had was to wait until Blair came home. He could only hope that the young man would forgive him.

******

Blair sat on a barstool and nursed his drink. It was only the second one of the night. The young man knew his limits and it didn’t take a lot of alcohol to knock him down.

Blair looked up as Tony, the handsome bartender, walked over with yet another drink.

Tony plunked a truly horrid looking drink down. Blair winced at the concoction. It was bright pink. There was a fuzzy swizzle stick and a straw sticking out of it. The top, god help him, was covered with candy hearts.

Nauseated, Blair looked up at Tony, who looked sympathetic.

“What is that?”

Blair poked a finger at the drink and flinched as it jiggled. There were chunks of something floating and it looked like someone had thrown up Pepto Bismal.

“That is called Heart’s Desire.” The young man gestured across the room at a table full of young women. “They sent it.”

Blair recognized several of his former students. He smiled painfully and shook his head. Tony took the drink over to the ladies with Blair’s regrets.

“Do you still love him?”

Blair glanced up. “Yes.”

“Whatever he did to hurt you…do you think it was on purpose?”

“No.” Blair answered quietly.

“Then you need to decide if he’s worth it.”

Tony walked off and left Blair thinking.

******

Blair hunched over and tried to ignore the subtle, the not-so-subtle and the downright blatant attempts to pick him up.

There was the red head in the corner, who smiled and licked her lips every time he looked over. There was Ms. Grabby who tried to feel up his leg and kept trying until he moved. Then there was the tall blond who kept sending him drinks. That guy was almost as persistent as Ms. Grabby, who was moving closer again.

Not in the mood for a game of musical bar stools, Blair decided to go home. Tony was right; he needed to decide if Jim was worth the occasional pain. He knew Jim hadn’t ruined the night on purpose, he just forgot.

Blair couldn’t help wondering, as he drove home through the darkness, why it was that Jim always remembered everything except what Blair needed him to. In the back of his mind, Blair wondered if Jim secretly wished they had never become lovers.

******

It was well after midnight when Blair got home. Easter had come and gone.

The loft was dark when Blair opened the door, so he stumbled a little going in. Strong arms caught him and Blair yelped.

Images of Lash and Bracket flashed through Blair’s mind before he recognized his lover’s strong arms.

“J-Jim.”

“Yeah Chief, it’s me.”

The Sentinel turned on the lights and Blair could see how melancholy his lover looked. Blair frowned and looked away, not sure of what he was feeling.

“I’m sorry.”

Blair looked up into Jim’s pale blue eyes and started to speak, but Jim put a gentle finger over his lips, silencing him.

“No, let me say this. I’m so very sorry. I forgot all about our night. That’s no excuse and you have no reason to forgive me, but I’m asking you to anyway.”

Jim eyed his stunned lover and frowned, his brow wrinkling. Was it that unusual for him to apologize to Blair? Thinking back, he realized it was and cursed himself for being selfish.

“Please, I…”

This time it was Blair’s turn to put a finger on Jim’s lips.

“Are you sorry we’re lovers?”

Gasp. “No, of course not...”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, more than anything. I’m so…”

“Then I forgive you.”

“…sorry that I…what?”

Blair smiled sweetly up at his big lover. “I said, I forgive you.”

Jim smiled back. “Just like that.”

“Yep, just like that.”

And it was that easy. Blair loved Jim and as long as Jim loved him back…Blair could put up with him forgetting things sometimes.

He was definitely worth it.

Jim released a shaky sigh and hugged his lover close. He burrowed his face into Blair’s neck and inhaled the musky scent of Blair’s hair…and then he growled. He pushed Blair back slightly, startling the young man.

“Who’s been touching you?!”

The Sentinel’s hands began moving over Blair’s body, searching for the danger he could feel to his Guide. He growled as he smelled the encroachment to his territory. Blair was his Guide and nobody else was allowed to touch him.

Blair gaped at the possessive behavior his Sentinel was exhibiting. He could have sworn that Jim’s eyes looked like the panther’s for just a moment.

“There were a couple of touchy feely people in the bar. But don’t worry, I…”

Whatever Blair had planned to say was lost as Jim drug him to the bathroom. Once inside, Jim stripped Blair of the offending clothes.

The top two layers of flannel were pulled off so quickly that buttons flew around the room. The next couple of shirts were removed in a less destructive manner and dropped in the growing pile.

Jim whimpered as he removed yet another long-sleeved shirt and two t-shirts. The excessive layering showing just how upset Blair had been. Jim bent down to pick up the large pile of clothes on the floor. The scent of several other people had his panther ready to rend somebody in two.

Growling, he tossed the stack into the dirty clothes hamper.

Jim pulled Blair into the stall and they began taking a shower. Actually, Blair wasn’t allowed to participate at all, he stood still and let himself be bathed by Jim. The older man was thoroughly removing the scent of other people’s touch from his Guide.

Blair smiled as Jim cleaned him. This possessive behavior reassured Blair of Jim’s feelings more than a thousand ‘I’m sorry’s’ ever could.

Before the young man knew it, the shower was over, they were both dried and Jim was dragging him up to their bedroom. Blair stood by the bed, somewhat dazed at how quickly things were progressing. He looked around for Jim and watched in surprise as the Sentinel held out a handful of fluff.

“Please.” Jim begged.

Blair grinned happily as he pulled off a piece of sticky tape on the bunny tail and reached behind himself for a moment. Then the young man placed the bunny ears on top of his head. Jim’s eyes glittered as he took in the vision before him.

The young man easily slid into Jim’s arms. Jim’s tongue slid easily into Blair’s mouth. Hands roamed over bodies. Jim groaned and pulled Blair tighter when his hand found the fluffy cotton tail right above the young man’s butt.

Jim laid Blair out on the bed and eyed his little Easter bunny. He was glad to see that the pain was gone from his expressive blue eyes. Blair shifted in the bed, an odd look on his face. Jim guessed that the bunny tail wasn’t comfortable to lay on.

Ellison climbed onto the bed and rolled Blair towards him. The younger man eagerly leaned into the touch.

Blair smiled as a large, a warm hand caressed his back. The hand stopped at the swell of his bottom, where the small fluffy ball was, and rubbed.

“Not too comfortable, huh Chief.”

“Um, no…not…..really.” The young man was having a hard time concentrating as Jim’s hand slid down further.

“Then let’s get it off.”

Jim scooted over in the bed and rolled Blair onto his stomach. He groaned at the sight and began kissing all over Blair’s back. Sliding down, Jim didn’t stop until he reached the bit of fluff.

Taking hold of the edge of the tape, Jim carefully peeled if off of Blair’s back. There was already an angry red mark where it had been. Evidently the adhesive had not agreed with Blair’s skin.

Jim placed a very delicate kiss to the reddened area, before sliding back up. He turned Blair onto his back and they began kissing again, locked in each other’s embrace.

The two men kissed and touched and rubbed. Before long they were lying in a panting, but satisfied heap.

The Sentinel began licking the sweat off of his Guide’s body, like a big cat. Blair growled softly at the loving attention, like a small wolf.

“Happy Easter, Blair.”

“Happy Easter, Jim.”

Blair wore the bunny ears all night long.

The end.

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Acknowledgments: Thanks to Patt for the lovely cover.