The Specialist

The Specialist - Kerensa

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This was in answer to a challenge on the MPREG list. The challenge was for there to be bright clothes with a bunny eating a carrot on them. Easter candy was to be used in a sexual way and there was to be a lot of sex.

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Blair tripped on the last step leading down from the loft bedroom and stumbled off the stairs. He was glad that Jim wasn’t there to see that little dance, because his lover would have had a conniption fit. Blair would have been grabbed up, laid out on the floor and given CPR, just in case he'd done something horrific, like stub his toe.

But Jim would have raced over, grabbed Blair and held him tight, while the Sentinel did an upright examination of Blair's body with his hands and senses. ‘Alright, I’m waiting for that to be a bad thing,’ he thought with a grin.

Ever since Blair had found out that he was pregnant, Jim had gone from loving mate straight into Blessed Protector mode, full time, and was fast approaching obsessive, at light speed…or faster. The anthropologist had been pampered and coddled and he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like when he got further along.

A flash of movement over to one side caught Blair’s attention. ‘I guess I was wrong about Jim being gone,’ he thought groggily.

The different, deeper voice wound its way through Blair’s foggy brain and woke him up faster than the coffee he was denied for now. Blair jumped again and stumbled into the wall beside the bathroom. He gaped at the unfamiliar person sitting on his couch for several seconds, until Blair realized that he probably resembled the guppy that Jim was always calling him and snapped his mouth shut with an audible clink.

“Uh, who are you?” Blair did a mental survey of the loft as he spoke, trying to think where a weapon might be that he could use to defend himself if need be.

The man stood up and grinned in apparent amusement. “I’m Tony Davidson, a friend of Jim’s. We were in the Rangers together,” he clarified. The tall, dark haired man waited for Blair to respond.

“Okay.” Blair was more than a little dazed; not generally his best first thing in the morning, let alone when he was being surprised by a strange man in the living room. He looked at the size of the other man and realized there was no way he could have beaten the man in hand to hand combat anyway. “I’ll-I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He gestured to the bathroom.

“Take your time.” Blair was dazzled by blindingly white teeth in a wide, mischievous smile.

Blair leaned against the sink and splashed some cold water on his face in an effort to wake up. He couldn’t believe that Jim had invited someone to stay over and hadn’t warned him.

‘Well…I was kind of out of it last night,’ he admitted to himself. ‘Geez, I guess I must have been if I didn’t even know when that guy arrived.’

Taking a super soft and extra white towel (Sentinel senses and Ellison cleaning habits at their best), Blair rubbed his face and hair dry. The soft material caught on his bristly face. He scrutinized himself in the mirror and winced.

“I look like something that washed up during low tide,” he said with a grimace. "I can’t imagine what he thought…” Blair’s eyes widened in horror as he looked down at himself and the clothes he was wearing. “Oh…my…heavens!”

A bright red t-shirt, with a smirking Bugs Bunny eating a carrot on the front, was riding up over Blair’s slightly rounded tummy. Topping off, or perhaps bottoming off, the ensemble were the boxers that Jim had given Blair for Valentine’s Day. The white silk with red lips boxers, that Blair was determined to wear as long as he could, had been growing tighter lately as the baby began to make itself known. So, naturally, the underwear was tucked under the edge of his growing tummy. The bottom of the Bugs shirt was torn off, leaving a ragged hem. That left several inches of Blair’s stomach sticking out.

Blair smacked himself in the head with both hands and cursed the wonderful first impression he had made on Jim’s friend. “How am I going to go out there and face him?” the pregnant man moaned quietly. Looking around desperately for inspiration, he spotted Jim’s bathrobe hanging on the hook on the back of the door. Pouncing on it like it was the Golden Fleece, Blair covered himself and prepared to face his humiliation like a man.

'Oh heavens!' he thought with dawning horror. 'I almost didn't put on any clothes at all!'

‘Damn, he’s cute,’ Tony thought to himself as he watched Blair hurry into the bathroom. ‘I just love the view, going and coming.’

Blair coming down the stairs, unaware of his watcher, had been a vision, rivaling that of an angel descending from heaven. ‘Or maybe an angel come to tempt me,’ he thought with a grin.

Tony was thrilled by what he'd seen. In his opinion, Blair looked adorable with his hair in a riot of tangled curls. The kissie lips boxers and not quite covering shirt had stirred more than the ex-soldier’s imagination. And heaven help him, the couple of inches of furry tummy sticking out just begged to be stroked.

‘Too much beer,’ was the tall man’s guess for the extra weight the younger man was carrying. ‘I would have thought he and Jim would have worked any extra pounds off.’

Davidson tried to get his libido under some semblance of control, because he knew that Ellison would kill him if he so much as looked cross eyed at the curly haired man. But damn, what a way to go!

After several minutes of happy fantasizing, the bathroom door opened and Blair walked back out. Tony was momentarily disappointed, because Blair had put on more clothes. The other man was completely covered by a dark green terry cloth robe. Tony figured the robe was Jim’s by the way it didn’t fit Blair, and damnnation again, didn't he look cute in the much too big garment, like a little kid playing dress up in daddy's clothes. The image of Blair calling Tony daddy as he writhed on the ex-soldier's lap had Davidson's eyes glazing over.

When he came back to himself, he saw that Blair had crossed the room and was standing on the other side of the couch. The younger man had combed his glorious hair and was blushing in a way that sent Tony’s body straight into overdrive.

“Uh,” Blair cleared his throat and smiled. “Sorry about earlier. I’m not my best when I first wake up.”

“No problem. I understand that it takes some people a while to get up.” Tony smiled in his innocently wolfish way. He watched as Blair blinked several times, trying to decide if he was being flirted with or not. He was, of course. Tony figured that a little harmless flirting wouldn't get him into too much trouble.

"O-kay," Blair drawled and the blush faded away as he narrowed his amazing blue eyes at his guest. "Coffee?"

The rear of the bathrobe swayed in an enticing manner as Blair walked away and Tony was trying to decide if one touch of that sweet behind was worth dying for. 'Probably not,' he figured. Tony watched the sunlight turn Blair's hair into a thousand shades of red and gold. He was about to change his mind and risk an accidental touch when the front door opened.

Blair resisted the urge to go back upstairs. He refused to let Jim's friend intimidate him. The anthropologist cinched the belt tighter around his waist and tried to politely ignore the other man's banter. Blair could see that Tony was a flirt and figured that he was harmless, but he was still embarrassed by the attention. In Blair's mind, he was mated (therefore off limits), pregnant (so unattractive), and had humiliated himself earlier (so too idiotic to contemplate).

Jim walked in carrying several boxes bearing the name of a local bakery. Blair frowned at the four boxes the Sentinel was carrying. Why in heaven's name had Jim bought that many doughnuts?

"I'll bet you got a surprise this morning." Ellison ran a hand down Blair's back, rubbing across the muscles and soothing the tension that Blair hadn't been aware of. "Sorry about that, Chief. You were sleeping so soundly this morning that I didn't want to wake you up to tell you."

Blair smiled and nodded his head. He had been having a harder time sleeping the last couple of weeks. His doctor had told him the danger time was past. The first three months of a pregnancy were the time when, if you were going to miscarry, you would do so. Being a man meant that Blair's body was more likely to reject the fetus than a woman's body would. There wasn't that much more of a danger, but it was still there, so they had decided to wait to tell friends and family.

Blair was more than a little nervous about telling everyone he was pregnant. Jim's friends at Major Crimes had been leery of Jim taking the hippie Blair as a Guide and some still treated him as if he were on probation. And quite frankly, Blair was hoping that Naomi was on one of her infamous retreats and unreachable for several more months. Like...230 months. That way the baby would be in college by the time she showed up to cause trouble.

"That's okay, I understand." Blair tugged on Jim's arm, trying to pull him over to one side.

"There's juice in the refrigerator if you want it," Ellison told his friend as he followed Blair to the other side of the room.

"You could have left me a note," Blair whispered, taking his mate to task for not warning him.

Jim winced. "I never even thought of that. Were there any problems?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and glancing over at the other man. Jim had heard Blair's sigh of relief when he came home.

"No no, everything was fine." Blair didn't consider the ex-soldier's flirtatious attitude as a problem. "Except for the way I'm dressed."

The Sentinel's eyebrows shot up at that and he eyed the all concealing robe questioningly. Blair made sure that Tony was looking the other way and untied the belt and flashed Jim. The detective grinned at his lover's clothes and Blair glared at him.

"You look good to me, Chief." The Sentinel ran one hand down Blair's hip, dialling up his sense of touch to enjoy the silky feel of the boxers and the firm, but yielding skin and muscles underneath.

Blair retied the belt and then smacked Jim on the arm. The bigger man didn't so much as twitch at the hit, although he did grin unrepentently. "Why didn't you at least put him in my old room?" Blair asked in a louder voice. "The futon is a lot more comfortable than the sofa.

At that moment one side of the French doors on Blair's old room opened and Blair turned to see what new surprise was coming out. His mouth fell open in stunned disbelief. Standing there, filling the opening, was one of the tallest men Blair had ever seen. He was fair skinned with honey blond hair and vivid turquoise eyes. He smiled at Blair in a friendly way, one that immediately put the anthropologist at ease. The Nordic giant ducked, he actually had to duck his head because he was so tall, and turned slightly, because his shoulders were so broad, to come into the room.

“Chief, this is my other friend, Eric Smith. Eric, this is my mate, Blair.” Blair stared up at the extremely tall man in amazement.

Eric extended his hand. Blair shook it and watched in astonishment as his hand, wrist and part of his forearm were swallowed up in the gentle grip. The anthropologist was fully aware that the blond man could crush his hand any time he wanted to, but the man exuded such control that there wasn’t any reason to be worried.

Blair smiled up at Eric and then over at Jim…and then at Tony, who was standing over to the side. Blair twitched as he looked at the three of them. Jim was the shortest and at 6’2” that wasn’t saying much.

‘I wonder if this is what a sapling feels like in among the giant redwoods?’ he thought ruefully.

Eric seemed to realize that they were crowding the smaller man and took a deliberate step back. He reached over with his very long arms and pulled Tony back too. Blair leaned into Jim’s side and smiled gratefully.

Blair’s mouth hung open as he watched Eric eat doughnut after doughnut. The grad student had guiltily eaten three of them, a rare luxury for the health conscious Guide, but one that he felt he deserved what with being pregnant and all. Jim and Tony ate five doughnuts a piece and Eric was quickly plowing his way through the rest.

It was almost hedonistic, the way the biggest man was enjoying the round pieces of dough. He didn’t just eat them, he devoured them; each one being enjoyed as thoroughly as the first one had.

The young man leaned his head back on the couch and watched Jim interacting with his friends. The Sentinel had unbent enough to allow them to gasp eat in the living room. And on the couch!

Blair had to grin when he watched Jim watching Eric, antsy in case the tall man made a mess. To give Eric credit, not so much as a flake of the glazed icing dropped onto the couch and when he was through eating, it was as pristine as the rather anal Sentinel always kept it.

“So,” Eric’s voice drawled as he draped a casual arm around Blair’s back, “how many weeks are you?”

Blair arched both eyebrows at the question. “Uh, huh?” was his brilliant answer; proof that higher education paid off.

Eric grinned and Blair was treated to another dazzlingly white smile. He patted Blair gently on his slightly convex, denim covered tummy. Blair had retreated earlier and changed into his normal attire of jeans and flannel shirts.

All three men gaped at the Swedish man. Blair was surprised by the question and stunned at how the huge man’s hand covered his whole stomach.

“How did you know that I’m pregnant?” Blair asked with a quick, worried look over at Jim.

Ellison sighed and gave Blair a wincing grin. “I forgot to tell you that Eric is a Birth Specialist.”

A Birth Specialist was someone who helped women and men with the birthing process. They were fully licensed physicians and could take care of someone from before they got pregnant, all the way through childbirth and be pediatrician until the child was grown.

Eric smiled back and Blair saw that he had an enticing dimple in one cheek. ‘Oh boy, it’s a good thing that I’m already mated,’ Blair thought as he admired the view. It was the way people admired the Mona Lisa; it was beautiful to look at, but you didn’t want to own it.

"I'm 16 weeks and 3 days," Blair said. He grinned when Eric's dark gold eyebrows shot up at the exact date. "That's one of the perks of being mated to a Sentinel. Jim knew just exactly when I got pregnant."

"That is wonderful and very helpful." He reached out a hand towards the shirt and tilted his head to the side. "May I?"

Blair nodded yes and the larger man moved Blair's shirt out of the way. He smiled at yet another concealing layer, this time a white t-shirt. Instead of moving the other shirt out of the way, Eric carefully felt of the bump through it. He could see how self conscious Blair was and didn't want to embarrass him unduly. The hand moved from side to side and up and down.

"Hmmm, you are already showing quite a bit for not being any further along than you are." The specialist smiled knowingly at the anthropologist. "I think you are going to have a big baby."

"Oh greeeeeat," Blair drawled. A future of him the size of the Titanic loomed in his mind.

The blond man laughed gently. His hand slid slightly lower and brushed at the top of Blair's groin. Blair was humiliated to realize that his penis twitched at the soft touch. He forced himself to think of something terrible, like..........that damned jewel thief bimbo kissing on Jim.

Walking in on Jim and Laura kissing had been one of the worst moments in Blair's life so far. He and Jim weren't together yet, in fact, Blair had still been dating Sam, the woman in Forensics at the station. But Blair had felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach when he'd seen Jim's hand buried in Laura's red hair. That incident had precipitated Blair telling Jim how he felt about him and had caused the Sentinel to admit his own feelings towards the grad student.

Sam had been pissed when Blair broke off their volatile relationship. But then again, when wasn't she mad at him for some imagined slight or another. Simon had looked at Blair like he was the Pied Piper of Cascade, come to lead innocent, unsuspecting Sentinels astray. Heaven only knows what their happy news was going to stir up.

Eric patted Blair on the shoulder. Blair smiled up at him and winced as his neck complained about the unnatural angle it was being bent to.

'Mine!' his mind shrieked, especially when the blond man's hand moved lower and lower....

"He better stop," Jim threatened quietly. So quietly, in fact, that Tony, who was sitting beside him on the other couch, was the only one that heard.

Tony glanced over at Eric and Blair, wondering what Ellison was going on about. He knew his friend and Eric never crossed the line between physician and potential lover. Jim knew that too, he was just letting his Sentinel side take over. The Sentinel was being stirred up into protective feelings by the scent of his mate in gestation.

Personally, Tony thought it was kind of funny. Ellison was jealous of Eric when it was really Tony who would love to strip the young man and lick him all over. Tony eyed the slight tummy. Knowing that the stomach wasn't from beer or overeating, but instead was a new life, wasn't a turn off. Taking the chance, Davidson let his gaze drop lower. The denim covered bulge, bulged out nicely. Even as Tony watched, Eric's hand brushed the edge of the jeans and Blair's penis twitched. Tony swallowed hard...

Blair cheered as the Jags' guard scored another shot. He smiled over at Eric, who gave him a wolfish grin back. Blair missed the warning signs of a predator on the hunt and went back to watching the game on the television. Jim and Eric had gone out to the gym earlier, leaving Tony and Blair alone and Tony was about to make his move.

The flannel shirt had ridden up during Blair's earlier gyrations and he hadn't smoothed it back down. Tony certainly wasn't about to point it out to the younger man, he was too busy enjoying the slice of jeans that he could see.

Tony got up and went into the kitchen for another beer. Blair declined the offer of more tea and didn't notice that Tony didn't get another beer either. The ex-soldier sat back down on the couch, the one beside his good friend's mate. Nonchalantly, Tony laid one arm across the back of the couch. Blair was too intent on the game and didn't notice the datelike behavior.

Seeing no adverse reactions, Tony carefully slid closer and closer and closer still. Still nothing from the anthropology student. Tony leaned forward and sat his empty can, the one from earlier, on the coffee table. He used his arm to accidentally catch the edge of Blair's shirt and pull it up. Now, he had a prime view of the best view in town. Blair was half hard from the excitement of the game and Tony's hand twitched as he tried to resist the urge to touch him.

"Yes!" Blair jumped up slightly as the winning basket was made and his favorite team won. When he settled back down, the blue material of his pants was stretched tightly and any common sense Tony still possessed flew out the window.

Just as Blair turned to comment on the great game, Tony moved. One hand surged forward and clamped onto the back of Blair's head, pulling the younger man into a bruising kiss. The other hand stopped resisting and unerringly found its way onto that wonderful bulge.

Blair jerked in surprise as moist lips sealed over his. He automatically arched up when another strong hand clamped down on him, squeezing his penis and balls. Blair gasped as arousal surged up from the tight grip and made his head swim. Tony let go of his mouth long enough to start licking and kissing his way across Blair's cheek, until he latched onto the younger man's earlobe and began to chew. The hand between his legs was squeezing and Tony's own imprisoned erection was rubbing desperately on Blair's thigh.

The multiple sensations were creating havoc with Blair's brain and it took a few seconds for him to realize that he had been laid out on the couch and was being fondled by someone other than his lover. Wait...not Jim?

"S-stop," Blair cried out. He tried, ineffectually, to push the bigger man off. His legs were trapped under the other man and one of Blair's arms was caught between in the back of the couch. There wasn't much leverage to do so, because the soft couch cushions under his back merely gave way more as he shoved against Tony's shoulder.

"Tony, no." Blair said when he felt the other man prying his legs apart. Blair couldn't deny that it felt good, but he wanted Jim. "Tony..." Blair cried out wordlessly when some of Tony's long fingers slid down and started running up and down his crack. One finger pushed and an edge of the denim material almost went up inside of him making the nerves surrounding that small opening sing in joy. All the while, the palm of the same hand kept up its continued massaging of Blair's raging erection and his mouth was doing obscene things to Blair's neck and throat.

Tony snapped out of a sexual fantasy haze with a jump and eyed Ellison in fright. If Jim realized what he'd been thinking...

But no, Jim was still eyeing his lover and Eric menacingly. Tony sighed in relief when he realized he was safe after all. Giving Blair a quick look and remembering his own fantasy, Tony decided they needed to get out of here...soon. The ex-soldier frowned as he thought about his daydream. That was a little too close to rape to suit him. Yes, he wanted Blair laid out under him, but not begging him to stop. There were too many willing people in the world for someone to stoop to rape.

“Your…friends didn’t have to leave so soon.” Blair leaned into Jim’s side. They were reclining side by side on one of the sofas.

“They’d only planned on staying the night anyway,” Jim lied. Truthfully, there had been plans of them staying two or three days at least, but Jim hadn’t liked the way Tony was acting around Blair. Yes, at first he’d been jealous of Eric, but Jim had realized that Tony was aroused when Blair was around and that was not going to happen. Not with his mate.

Jim pulled Blair into his lap and tucked the curly haired head under his chin. The Sentinel sighed in satisfaction now that his love was safe and secure. Blair snuggled down and relaxed.

Ellison frowned though. He could still feel the tension in his young lover and wondered if something had happened while he was gone. Jim resolved to do something immediately. Blair was going to wear himself out otherwise.

‘I’ll just wear him out in a good way,’ Jim thought with a smirk. It’s a good thing Blair couldn’t see the expression on the detective’s face or he would have been even tenser.

“So, I’m thinking you should come to the station tomorrow.” Jim’s voice was muffled by Blair’s skin.

“Uh huh,” Blair gasped. The Sentinel’s talented mouth was currently nibbling Peeps off of his chest, so Blair was a little distracted. The Sentinel had told him that the marshmallow bunnies were the perfect confection for the job, because they wouldn’t get caught in Blair’s chest hair.

“That way we can tell everybody about the baby.” Jim leaned on to his elbow, over to one side, and looked at Blair. He licked his lips to get the sugar covering from the Peeps off. “Are you ready?”

Blair felt his heart speed up at Jim’s question and naturally the Sentinel heard it. “There’s nothing to be afraid of Blair.” Jim ran a soothing hand down Blair’s side.

“I know. And I guess…” He swallowed hard. “If you’re ready, then I am.”

Jim smiled and slowly slid up Blair’s chest, until they were face to face. He automatically smoothed the sheet that Blair was lying on, not wanting his love to be uncomfortable in the slightest. The couple had moved upstairs when Blair had almost fallen off the couch during their snuggling.

“There’s nothing to worry about.” The Sentinel pulled Blair’s lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it before holding the younger man’s head still and taking his whole mouth in a kiss.

Blair moaned at the sensations and wriggled seductively under Jim’s hands. His chest still had a sprinkling of sugar in a few spots and Ellison diligently licked them up. The anthropologist groaned when the scent of chocolate hit him; sex and chocolate, what a powerful combination. Blair gasped when Jim began to lick the melting bunnies off his nipples, making them tighten into small peaks.

Ellison smiled around his chocolaty treat. He so loved it when Blair was driven to distraction and drawled out his name like that.

Acknowledgements: I want to thank my mom for all her help with the story. She thought up Blair's clothes, the names for the friends and other invaluable help.