On The Road Again - PR1

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This story is a sequel to What Were You Thinking?, What Now? and Needing Sandburg.

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Blair was nervous as he walked to the lawyer's office that morning. When he got there, he walked in and announced himself and sat down.

A pretty woman called from the hallway, "Mr. Sandburg?"

"That's me." Blair followed her into the huge office.

"Mr. Taylor will be in shortly. I'm Sarah and if you need anything just give a yell."

"Thanks, Sarah." Blair spoke as he sat down and waited for Mr. Taylor.

A man, similar in size to Blair, walked into the office and smiled, "Mr. Sandburg?"

"Mr. Taylor?" Blair asked in reply.

"Sit and I'll fill you in on this."

Blair sat down and waited for the explanation.

"First of all, you had an Uncle Thomas that lived in Seattle. He didn't have anything to do with the family, but he watched your life in the last few years. He decided that he wanted to leave his things to you. There is a motor home that is brand new. Next is a new Mercedes and a home in Seattle. Part of the stipulation is you leave the Mercedes here and you drive the motor home to Seattle to sign all of the paperwork. You have to take it on a two week trip before you make any decisions. Then you decide to sell it or keep it for trips. It's totally up to you. And I almost forgot to mention the part about the money."

"I don't even know this man. Why would he give me everything?" Blair was troubled about the entire thing. "How much money?"

"Your portion would be close to a million. You've got a lot to think about in the next few days." Mr. Taylor stood up to shake Blair's hand.

Standing, Blair shook it and then walked out the door. As he was almost to the elevator, Mr. Taylor walked up and said, "You forgot your keys for the motor home and the directions to the house in Seattle." He handed them to Blair and walked off.

Blair figured there would be no more than one motor home in the parking lot and he was right. It was huge and beautiful. Jim was going to love it. Blair laughed all the way to the vehicle. It was green, brown and black camo. It just looked like Jim. Smooth, sleek, strong and fucking huge.

Blair opened it up and walked inside and couldn't believe how nice it was. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Looking around the area, he was surprised at how large a motor home could be. There was a bedroom in the back, with a cab over bed above the driving area. It was still large enough for adults to sleep.

I'm going to ask Meyers and Harper along. They need a break. They've been at each other's throats. It'll be good for them. We'll even let them have the bedroom on account of Harp being so friggin' tall.

Driving home Blair felt like he owned the road. That was until he almost ran into Jim. Fuck... We all need to get our licenses, too. Except for me. I have mine.

When he got to the loft he got out and couldn't figure out why Jim wasn't down there throwing a fit. He walked upstairs and opened the door to find his lover looking good and pissed off.

"Chief, some idiot just tried to run me off the road. Honest to god, I had to come home because I thought I was going to fucking die." Jim was pacing as he ranted.

"It was me, Jim."

"Shut up, I'm serious."

"So am I. Sit down and I'll tell you about my day." Blair sat down only to be ignored by Jim.

Jim looked down to the parking lot and saw the motor home and looked at Blair in shock. "You fucking tried to kill me, Chief."

"Not on purpose. I'm sorry." Blair was trying not to laugh, because he knew that would get them nowhere.

"Chief, that's a 43 foot 2000 London Aire 450hp Cummins w/Slide. Those damn things cost about $180,000.00. What's going on?"

"Two hundred thou to be exact. Well, sit down and shut up and I'll tell you. It's very interesting." Blair filled him in on the visit to the lawyer and everything that was said that day.

"Holy shit..." Jim said softly as his defenses went up.

"Knock it off, Ellison. I'm not dumping you until I get all of the paperwork signed. And if you're a real good boy, I might even keep you around after that." Blair smiled over at Jim.

"You going to keep being a cop when we get home?" Jim asked nervously.

"Duh!"

"So when are you going on this trip, because I think I should teach you how to drive one of these things?" Jim offered.

"You are going to drive, hot shot." Blair smiled again.

"I've got to ask for time off for both of us, but how about Mey and Harp joining us?" Blair asked.

"Nothing against them, but I don't want to be stuck inside of a motor home for two weeks with them." Jim stated calmly.

"I'm asking them anyhow. It's my trip. I'm going to ask them. If you don't want to go, you can stay here." Blair stormed off to the office and began making his calls.

Before long Harp and Mey were at the front door. "God, I can't believe we're going on a vacation with you boys again." Harp said, giving a high five to Blair as he walked into the room.

"Sure you don't mind, Jim?" Mey asked.

"I'm thinking I need to catch up on some things here. You all have a good time. Take good care of Sandburg for me." Jim walked up the stairs and looked very unhappy.

"I think we should see what Jim thinks about us going along." Harper was trying to help.

Mey stood up and said good and loud, "Tough shit if he doesn't like it. We're going and we're leaving in the morning. Thank you for asking us, Burgy."

Both men started giggling at the nickname, and both hated it.

Harp walked upstairs and sat on the bed for a moment. "Jim, do you want us to stay here? We can. We will."

"Nah, I'm just being moody. He's going to have a lot of money and I'm afraid that he'll dump me." Jim looked over at Harp.

"Hey guys, we all need to go and get our CDL license tomorrow. Sandburg's the only one that has one." Meyers mentioned.

Harper called down from the bedroom, "Sounds good to us. We're in."

"I already have one. I had to get one for the last undercover assignment I was on." Jim said.

"All right, so only Meyers and Harper need one and we're on the road again." Blair said as he giggled and sang. "Does this mean that my better half is going to join us?"

"Yeah, I just had to think." Jim kissed Blair once he got downstairs.

"I keep telling you that thinking can be dangerous." Blair swatted Jim's ass and took off running.

When they got ready to leave, the guys all gave the huge Motor home a run through so they could figure out who would be sleeping where.

"No way am I sleeping in that cab over compartment. I'm too tall. I'm too fucking tall even for the bedroom." Harp was complaining about being tall as usual.

"Jim and I will take the cab over sleep compartment and you and Meyers can have the bedroom." Blair delegated.

"Excuse me? Did it occur to you to ask me about it?" Jim whined.

"Yes, and I knew you would whine so I didn't. So there." Blair shut him up quickly.

"Driving schedule?" Meyers asked.

"As a matter of fact I do have one done up. Everyone is going to drive a certain number of hours. That way no one gets too tired. We're going a long way out of our way, so we can stretch this into two weeks. We could be there in four hours. But then the lawyer wouldn't be happy."

"That makes sense to me." Meyers replied.

"It would." Jim said.

"Fuck you, Ellison." Meyers said before they even started the trip.

"So who is in charge of emptying that sewer line?" Harper asked, very seriously.

"Well I can't. I couldn't get that close to it and Sandburg knows it." Jim said smiling.

"Jim, we're going to take turns and you can turn it down when you have to empty it. Get a grip." Blair couldn't believe how immature men could be sometimes. Himself included.

Jim growled, "Could we at least start this trip before the fighting starts?"

"I agree with Jim." Harp stood next to him, kind of bending over.

Jim looked up at him and said, "Oh this is going to be a comfy trip for a person that is 6' 8" tall."

"He'll make the best of it, won't you, Harp?" Mey glared at Harp and the tall man knew he better answer correctly.

"It'll be great, Ellison. Not to worry." He looked over at Mey and saw he answered right. Mey was smiling at him with that look. The one that Harp loved so much.

"We're off. Can you believe it? It only took seven hours to get things organized." Blair snickered.

"Hey, it wasn't just me, Mey is anal too." Jim shouted up to his driving lover.

"Don't be talking about that stuff when I'm in the room." Harp laughed at Jim's stricken look on his face.

Blair and Mey were sitting up front and started singing On The Road Again and sadly, Harp and Jim found out that they knew all of the words. The two young guys were having a blast already. So Jim and Harp tried to loosen up.

A rap song came on the radio and the two men started in and Jim covered his ears.

"You hate rap, too?" Harp whispered.

"Why are you whispering? And yes, I hate rap." Jim whispered back.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Blair, I really hate rap. Could you sing something else?" Jim finally asked.

"Sure, all you had to do was say something." Blair said smiling into the rearview mirror. Then he turned to Mey and said, "They're back there talking about us."

"How do you know?" Mey smiled.

"Jim has a look on his face, like I caught him in something."

"Chief, I can hear you." Jim bellowed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Fucking Sentinels." Blair laughed along with Mey.

"Ellison, do you ever think about being with anyone else?" Harp asked in quiet voice.

"No."

"Never?"

"No. And you better not be either." Jim ordered.

"I'm not. I just wondered about you."

"I'm happy. Why would I look for something else?"

"I totally agree. I'm happy, why would I screw up me and Mey?"

"Harp, need I remind you that you almost did?"

"Ellison, I knew you would throw that in my face." Harp turned away and looked like he was done with the talk.

"Just remember that, you asshole." Jim glared at Harp's back.

"I can't believe that you would never think about doing it with anyone else."

"What are you talking about? Do you see who I'm with? Do you see how gorgeous he is? I'm a fucking dick sometimes, but I know when I have it good." Jim beamed as he looked at his driving partner.

"Ellison, can I tell you something?"

"Why not? You're going to anyhow." Jim sat back for the bomb to hit.

"If someone told me something at work about you and him, do you want to know?" Harp asked.

"What do you mean? Me and him who?"

"There is someone at work that told me that he was sleeping with you right now." Harp finally looked into Jim's eyes.

"Is that what this is about? You think I'd fuck around on Blair?"

"I don't know. This guy usually doesn't lie. I didn't know what to think." Harp stopped looking Jim in the eyes.

"Who is it?"

"Ellison, if you say it's not happening, that's all I need to hear."

"Harp, this could get back to Blair and it would hurt us both. Now who are we talking about?" Jim was almost pleading by this time.

"Jackson Evert."

"You're shitting me. He's a fucking kid." Jim sat there in shock.

"Well, that fucking kid told about ten people that you fuck him nightly before you go home to Blair." Harp wanted this over and done with.

"I'll take care of it when I get back. Thanks for telling me." Jim leaned back and Harp could see that he was still plenty upset.

"Ellison, I think you should tell Blair in case he's heard something."

"Anyone need the rest stop?" Blair called out.

"Yeah, I could use a quick rest." Harp answered.

"I was joking, we've only been on the road for an hour." Blair teased.

"But it took us seven hours to get to that point." Harp teased back.

"Rest stop, it is." Blair pulled in and watched as everyone walked up. He pulled his cell out to call Conner.

"Conner."

"Hey baby, what you wearing?" Blair teased.

"Hi, Sandy, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, but why do you sound upset?"

"Oh Sandy, you always know when I'm upset. You need to talk to Jim about Jackson Evert. Let him explain."

"What are you talking about?" Blair was confused.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I have to go."

Blair looked at his cell phone and shut it and then watched Jim come out to the MH. He got out and went into the restroom. Jim followed and asked, "Chief, something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I found out about Jackson Evert. God, I hate you." And Blair began to cry.

"Wait a minute! You're going to take someone else's word for it? Ask me if I fucked him?" Jim held on to Blair and the younger man could tell Jim was really upset.

"Did you fuck him?"

"I've never fucked him. I've only talked to him twice since he joined the force." Jim pulled Blair closer.

"And he never fucked you?"

"Never, baby. Never. I'm for you alone." Jim moved down and captured Blair's luscious lips with his own and only let go when he heard someone coming in.

They walked back to the MH and Jim asked Harp if he would drive. Jim and Blair sat on the sofa and held each other. Mey came back and said, "Is everything all right?"

"Everything's going to be fine, Mey. Someone at work is telling everyone that I fucked him. So Blair got the news from Conner, I assume, and he was upset."

"Sandburg, he would never screw around on you." Mey assured him.

"I know, I just needed to hear him say it to me." Blair said as he reached up and kissed Jim again.

"Everything will be fine, baby." Jim needed to tell Blair as much as himself.

Blair took Jim up to the bed to rest. Both men felt like they had been up for days.

Mey sat up front with Harp and they talked about the trip and what they had planned on doing. Then Harp asked, "Are they sleeping?"

"I think so." Mey answered.

"I hate rumors. And I accused him before I asked. I'm sure I hurt his feelings."

"Well, you have the next couple of weeks to make it up to him, Harp."

The two men held hands and talked quietly all the way to the next stop.

When Meyer went in to pay for the gas, a guy was flirting with Harp in the grocery store section. Harp innocently flirted back as he got his items, unaware of Meyers watching him. When he walked out of the store, the Motor home was gone and Harp stood there looking around.

"Excuse me, sir, did you see a huge Motor Home?" Harp asked the driver filling his tank.

"Yes, he was right in front of me, but he left in a big hurry. Said something about a two timing son-of-a-bitch not being worth it." The man continued filling his tank not having a clue as to what was going on.

Harp looked at his feet and realized he was barefoot. Then he realized he had no jacket, money (other than the change from his twenty), wallet, or cell phone. Fuck...

He walked over and sat down on the sidewalk and pulled his bag up to him and started to open the chips he had bought. He could only hope that Mey would come back for him. Harp whispered into the cool evening air, "Mey, please?"

Jim woke up and went down to see if one of the guys needed help with driving. He first relieved himself and then walked up front and sat in the passenger seat. "How long you been driving?" Jim asked.

"About two hours or so." Meyers calmly said.

"Harp hit the hay already?" Jim asked.

"Don't have a clue."

"What do you mean you don't have a clue?" Jim walked back to the bedroom and saw it empty and went back and asked, "Mey, where is he?"

"About an hour and a half back at a gas station/grocery store. He was flirting with a guy and I left his ass there." Mey continued to drive.

"Mey, you have to turn around."

"Why?"

Jim just looked at him oddly and said, "Don't you love him?"

"Not any more."

"Did he have money, Mey?"

"Who cares?"

"You care, damn it." Jim spat out.

"No, he left his wallet here."

"Did he have his jacket?"

"No, he left his jacket here, too." Mey was beginning to feel badly.

"Well, at least he was wearing shoes." Jim said smiling.

"Actually, he wasn't." Mey said.

"Fuck... Mey, we need to turn around. Someone could pick him up and hurt him." Jim was hoping to scare him.

"Hey, if they want to hurt him, more power to them."

"Quit the bullshit. I know you love that man. Turn around now or I'll pull out the big guns." Jim said with a smile on his face.

"Don't wake Sandburg up. I'll turn around." Mey said as he turned and they headed back to the freaking station.

"Mey, once we get there let me go in and talk to him first." Jim planned.

"Jim, I probably have a better chance against him if he's really pissed off. He's not going to hit me." Meyers said.

"Fine, do whatever you want. Just know that this is going on the fucking list of things to remind Sandburg of when we ask friends to go on trips again." Jim stormed away and climbed up to the cab over bed and lay back down next to Blair.

At the station Harp was sitting on the stoop freezing his balls off. He couldn't believe how cold it got once the sun went down. His teeth were chattering and he had come to a decision. There was no way Kelly Harper was going to stay with a man that dumped him on the side of the road. Now if Meyers would just come back long enough to pick him up, he could get his things and move on down the road.

Jim moved down to the front seat again, so that he could keep Meyers company until they found Harp.

It took longer to get back to the station than Meyers had remembered, but once they got they parked and looked around.

"He's coming up on your side and he's not a happy camper." Jim said getting out the door. "Hey Harp."

"Don't fucking hey Harp me. I can't believe you all left me there." Harper walked over to Jim's side and started shoving Jim into the side of the vehicle. Jim didn't back down at all. Blair walked out the door and said, "What's going on?"

"You didn't even tell Sandburg?" Harper asked incredulously.

"Harp, I didn't even find out till I woke up and then I talked him into turning around." Jim said coldly. Jim didn't like being pushed by anyone. So he shoved Harp right back.

"You think that's going to make me feel better, Ellison?" Harper took a swing and missed Jim, but Jim was ready and Jim took a swing at Harp and connected. Meyers came over and pulled the two men apart and said, "Harp, come here."

Harper followed Meyers over to the end of the Motor home and said, "This is bullshit. You're mad at me, not Jim. So knock it off. Don't even think about hitting him again."

"You asshole, he hit me; I didn't hit him. I missed on fucking purpose. And I'm freezing my ass off. I've got to get some things out of the van and then I'll be out of your hair." Harper walked into the Motor home and started packing and getting dressed in some warmer clothing.

"Guys, you have to help me here." Mey begged.

"You're the one that left him, Mey." Blair said angrily.

"You're mad at me too, Sandburg?"

"Yeah, that was dangerous. Something could have happened to him. You left him defenseless." Blair gave him the same lecture that Jim had given earlier.

Mey walked into the Motor home defeated and Blair looked at Jim knowing something was coming. "Just say it."

"Chief, add this to that fucking list of things to remember about why we don't want to travel with friends."

"Fuck you, Ellison." Blair stormed into the vehicle and slammed the door. Harp and Meyers could see it might be catching.

Back in the bedroom Meyers was sweet-talking Harper into staying with him. "Harp, if you're going to stay with me, you have to stay with me. I can't deal with you being with anyone else."

"Mey, I would never be with anyone else. Someone was smiling at me. It made me feel good. I'm sorry. I won't smile back ever again. I promise." Harp pulled him on top of him and they began to kiss.

"I might have been overreacting. I'm sorry." Mey continued the kiss.

"I'll try to be more thoughtful, Mey. I'm sorry."

Jim got into the van and started it up and began the drive. He figured he could get a few hundred miles under his belt before he had to sleep. He had heard the lovebirds make up and knew that they were on the road again.

Blair sat up next to Jim and just stared at him. Jim didn't say a word. "Jim, I'm sorry. I love you so much."

"I love you, too. Wait till we stop and I'll show you just how much." Jim said smiling over at his love.

"Did you mean it about not traveling with friends?" Blair asked.

"More or less. I think it tears apart friendships. So that bothers me." Jim thought he had that pretty much figured out.

"But I love Harp and Mey more than I love anyone else besides you. So I would hope that we could get through a vacation without a fight." Blair hoped that Jim would understand his feelings.

"Where too, Boss?" Jim asked.

"Pull over here so I can show you what I found." Blair said holding the map.

Blair pointed it out and Jim smiled because there was fishing and swimming. It was going to be fun. This vacation was looking up big time.

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"Hey Jim, it says here that there is skinny dipping year round in the warm springs. Want to do it?"

"What do you think?" Jim snarled. "The fishing part sounds fantastic."

Meyers came walking out and sat behind Jim's seat and said, "So what am I missing?"

"Hey Mey, want to go skinny dipping with me in the warm springs tomorrow?" Blair asked bouncing in his seat.

"Sounds like fun to me." Mey answered.

"What sounds like fun?" Harp asked as he sat in the chair behind Blair.

"Me and Blair are going to go skinny dippy in the hot springs tomorrow. Doesn't that sound fun?" Mey was now bouncing just like Blair.

"I don't know about you, Ellison, but I think I'll go along." Harper tried not to sound irritated.

"Yeah, if you're all going I'll go, too." Jim added.

"Way cool." Blair turned up and music and he and Mey started singing some stupid song that both of the older men hated.

"Done much fishing?" Jim asked Harp.

"Once, I think."

"Well, we're going to make up for it here. This place sounds like a perfect place to fish, swim and do the hot springs. It's going to be great." Jim smiled.

"I'll take your word for it, Jim." Harp said nervously.

"Okay, what's the problem?" Jim pulled over to the side of the road, again. "We're never going to get there with all this stopping."

Harp walked out the door hoping that Jim would follow him out.

"All right, fill me in. What's wrong?" Jim asked.

"Honestly? I'm nervous about taking all my clothes off in front of you guys." Harp looked at the floor.

Jim threw his head back and laughed. He couldn't help it. "You crack me up, tall stuff. Why would you be worried?"

"Well, what if what looks good to one person doesn't look as good to the next? It could happen. Stop that fucking laughing. I'll remember this when you need a good friend." Harp whined.

"I'm sorry. Come here." Jim pulled Harp into a huge hug and said, now how hard do you want me to hug you?"

"Fuck you, Ellison."

"Maybe later after we go fishing." Jim kissed Harp and laughed as Harp stormed off pissed off.

Blair walked out and said, "What's going on with Harp? He seemed upset?"

"God, I love to tease our friends." Jim smiled as Blair.

"Leave poor Harp alone." Blair smiled as he watched him, knowing that Harp was cutest when angry.

"Hey, let's leave Harp behind again as a joke and see how long it takes him to notice we're just down the road." Jim laughed at the look on Blair and Meyers face.

Harp came around the bend and said, "Thanks a lot, Ellison. Fuck you." He stormed into the Motor home and went into their bedroom, slamming the door.

"Ya did it now." Blair laughed as he got into the driver's seat.

"Hey I was driving." Jim called from the doorway.

"Get your ass in or I'm leaving it along the side of the road." Blair said starting to move the damn vehicle.

Harper came running out of the bedroom and said, "Sandburg, Meyers is out there. Stop."

Jim fell onto the floor laughing so hard he couldn't breathe well. Harp stood over him and asked, "If that was Sandburg would you be laughing?"

"No. I'm sorry, Harp. I'm sorry, Meyers." Jim went and sat in the passenger seat and leaned against the window and began to laugh softly. Blair didn't try and hide it. He was laughing outright.

"Sandburg, you think it's funny that you could have killed my boyfriend?" Harp asked.

All three men burst out laughing.

"What?"

"Well, babe, it just sounds funny when my 6' 8" lover says boyfriend. It took us off guard." Meyers tried to make him feel better.

Meyers was already on the floor from laughing so Harper laid on top of him and started making out with said boyfriend.

"Not here. Let's go to bed." Meyers said quietly.

"Nah, here is just fine." Harp said as he began to strip Meyers.

Jim got out of his seat and walked over to them and got on the floor, also. "Hey, how does a guy get into this?"

"Get out of here, Ellison." Harper snapped.

"Take him in the bedroom. He doesn't deserve to be fucked in front of us, Harp. Now get your ass up and show him a good time. Just not here." Jim ordered.

"Bossy bitch, isn't he?" Harp said as he was walking back to their room.

"You better believe it, Harper." Jim yelled.

"What was that all about?" Blair asked.

Jim explained what he had told Harp and Blair laughed and said, "He can't win this trip. Poor thing is going to go home with a complex."

Blair drove for about six more hours and they arrived at the campground for the Motor Homes. Jim was so excited about fishing he couldn't wait.

They checked in and got maps and lists of what all there was to do in the campgrounds.

"Jim, do you see all of this stuff we can do while we're here?" Blair asked beginning his bounce.

Jim leaned in and kissed him and said, "Yup. I think we should stay more than two days. What do you think?"

"Ask the guys if they want to stay longer."

"Harp, you guys want to stay a few days extra?" Jim called out.

"Hell yes, this place is really nice." Harper said.

"Guess what? They have a super clean shower. Us tall guys can take a shower in a grown up stall." Meyer laughed at the look on Blair's face.

"Fine! Make fun of the short guy."

Jim started to get all of the fishing equipment out right off. He could hardly wait to show Harper how much fun it could be. Blair walked by and said, "Should I be jealous?"

Smiling up at his love Jim answered, "Nah. I love to fish is all."

Mey came walking in and said, "I found out where the hot springs were. So who's game?"

"I am." Blair answered pulling Jim along with him to get ready.

"Well, I guess I am too, then."

"Why do you all want to skinny dip? That's just dumb. I think I'll sit here and watch television." Harper sat down and started flipping through the channels.

"No way." Jim shouted from above, "If I have to go, you do too. So get your trunks on right now."

"Shit... No one asked me what I wanted to do. Damn it anyhow." Harper stomped off into their bedroom and slammed the door.

"He's so cute when he throws tanty's." Mey smiled at the door waiting for his man.

The four men walked down to the bank and saw tons of people, all in the nude. They were just walking around, as if this happened every single day. Blair slipped his trunks off first and jumped into the springs. Mey took his off and turned to ask Harp something and Jim's mouth just fell open. Mey looked at Jim and asked, "Something wrong, Jim?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I have to talk to Harp is all."

Mey jumped into the springs and found Blair right away. On the bank Jim stood still dressed with Harp. "You lied to me." Jim shouted.

"I know I lied. I couldn't help it. I didn't want you to think that Mey's cock was bigger than mine."

"It is bigger. Jesus, that sucker is huge. I think I hate him." Jim sighed.

"Tell me about it. He doesn't even notice how nice it is." Harp sat down next to Jim on the ground.

"Have you ever measured it?"

"Hell no. I would just be depressed." Harp wasn't kidding.

"Well, we better get in, I guess." Jim said as he slid his trunks off.

Harp took his off and Jim looked over and said, "You lying sack of shit. You're the same size as I am."

"Well, I couldn't have you thinking I was this tall with this small of cock."

"Wait a minute, you told me that my size was respectable." Jim added.

"I was drunk and I lied."

"Fucker." Jim jumped into the springs, followed by Harp.

Harp swam up next to Jim and said, "You look really good naked."

"Too late for sweet talk." Jim didn't know why he was angry, but he was. "Wait a minute, why are you looking at me naked anyhow?"

"For the same reason that you were checking my cock size out on the bank."

"Well if you must know the truth, you look great naked. But I won't ever say it again." Jim swam off to be with Blair.

Blair kissed Jim and asked, "What do you want to do in the morning?"

"What do you think?" Jim smiled at his love.

"You sex fiend, you." Blair couldn't believe how sexy this man was.

"Chief, I meant fishing."

"Fuck you." Blair swam over to the edge and got out. There were some men walking around naked and started talking to Blair. They were trying to pick Blair up and it made Blair feel like a million bucks. Jim got out of the water and grabbed Blair and started pulling him off. The next thing Jim knew he had about twelve men on top of him and they were punching pretty hard.

Blair yelled out, "I'm with him. Stop hitting him." Then Blair jumped in and started swinging to protect his partner.

In the water Mey and Harp were deep into lovemaking and didn't notice that their friends were in trouble. Once they were finished, Mey looked around and said, "What happened to Ellison and Sandburg?"

"I don't know, but there's a fight going on up there. Looks like someone's getting the shit beat out of them. Do you think we should stop it? Harp was hoping that Mey would say no.

"Well, let's at least walk by and see if it's right." Mey and Harp got out of the water and dripped all the way over to the pile of bodies.

Mey and Harp pulled all of the guys off of Jim and Blair and saw a bruised and battered Jim. And he didn't look very happy.

They all helped him back up to the motor home and Jim crawled up to their bed. He lay there not making one sound.

"What the hell happened, Sandburg?" Harper was pissed.

"Jim was being an idiot and thought I was going off with those guys, and decided to try and drag me away. So they thought Jim was hurting me." Blair was trying to make them understand.

"I don't suppose that you were flirting with them, were you?" Mey asked.

"I swear I wasn't. I just wanted to go for a walk. And they were just being really nice to me." Blair began to pace.

Harper walked up the little stairs and asked, "Jim, are you all right. You have to tell me or I'll take your ass to the ER."

"I'm fine, just a little sore. God, my balls hurt." Jim was still curled into a ball and moaning softly.

Harp left and Mey crawled into the bed next to Jim and began to rub his back. "It'll be all right, Ellison. You'll see. Blair is a flirt. We all know that. Right?"

"I'm not sure it's all right. We'll see how it goes. Tomorrow and the next day I'm not taking anyone fishing. I just want to be alone." Jim reached down for his covers and tried to warm up.

Mey went down the stairs and said, "Sandburg, you had better get your ass up there before he leaves you. He's really pissed off. Go up there and make him feel like he's the only thing in your world. Go."

So Blair actually listened to Mey for a change. He slid into the bed and stripped his shorts off. Once he was naked, he moved up against Jim and began to kiss his back. In between kisses, he softly whispered sweet nothings. Jim's back was less tense, so he knew it was working.

"Chief, why did you do that?"

"Shit, I don't know. I think that sometimes I want you to love me a little more."

"That's what's dumb, Chief. I do love you as much as any one person could. All you have to do is ask if you think you need more. Anytime, anywhere."

"But you said something so cute and then ruined it because you said, "No, I meant fishing."

"Chief, you knew how much I wanted to go fishing. I can do other things with you all the time. But fishing is something we rarely get to do. And you know what? I kind of feel like you don't love me enough."

"Oh that's real mature, Jim."

"I'm serious. You don't get your way and you go off and flirt with someone. I wouldn't do that to you. Would I?"

"No, I guess you wouldn't." Blair moved away from Jim.

"Now you're going to move away from me and leave me alone, aren't you?" Jim asked sadly.

Blair went into Jim's arms and just held on. "I love you, Jim. I love you so much."

"Good. Can we just hold each other tonight? I'm a little sore. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I didn't get hurt. Just got in a few good punches before Harp took over. Can I go fishing with you in the morning?"

"I would love to have you come along, my little guppy. I'm glad you're all right, Chief. Please don't do that again."

"Okay, Jim. I promise. I love you."

"I love you back, Blair."

The next week went well. They all had fun fishing, swimming and hiking. They all hated to leave the place. Standing in the regular shower stalls were becoming addicting.

"Hey Jim, I got us a vanity plate." Blair called out holding a bag.

"Let's see this." Jim held his hand out and started laughing.

"What?" Harp asked as he looked at it. "This is perfect, let me put it on."

Mey came out of the room and said, "What's going on."

"Harp is putting the new vanity plate on." Blair said laughing.

"Oh? What does it say?"

"Chic magnet." Jim joined in with the laughing.

As Harp got into the vehicle, he said, "Jim, something smells out there."

"Yeah, we need to stop and empty that tank." Jim agreed.

"Now who is going to be first?" Blair asked.

"Jim is first since he's the oldest." Harp couldn't help but laugh.

"No, I can't do it, guys. You know my sense of smell would have a fit. And Harp, we're only a month apart."

"And like ours wouldn't?" Blair asked. "You are doing it, mister."

Jim stormed up to the front and drove to the next city and found a place to empty the tanks. He put his shirt across his nose and mouth as he emptied it. It didn't help. He was gagging the entire time and got very sick to his stomach. When he was done, he came in and washed his hands and face and went up to lie down.

"Well, I think that went pretty well." Harp said getting into the driver's seat.

"Fuck you, Harp." Jim called down. "You're nothing but a big fat liar anyhow."

"What's he talking about, Harp?" Mey asked.

"I don't know. He's high on gasses or something." Harp drove off and howled the whole way.

"Just keep laughing, funny boy." Jim spat out.

Mey looked at Blair and said, "How much further to where we're going? They might kill each other by then."

"I wonder why he called him a big fat liar?" Blair whispered.

"I'm going to go up and ask." Mey made a cup of tea and took it upstairs for Jim's sick stomach. "Feel like a little mint tea?"

"That would be good, Mey. Thank you." Jim got up on his elbows and drank. "I can't get out of this friggin' Motor Home soon enough. It's made for midgets."

"I'm with you on that, Ellison. Now share with me about why Harp is a big fat liar."

"It's embarrassing." Jim blushed.

"Everything with Harp is embarrassing. Now, tell me what he said or did." Mey wasn't backing down.

"When we were in California with you we got drunk and he told me how big my cock was and how big his was. He said he had the biggest one and yours was the same size as mine. Or maybe an inch bigger. Whatever... At any rate, he takes his clothes off today, and he's the same fucking size as I am. So he's a big fat liar."

Mey almost fell over the edge of the bed and said, "Ellison, I can't believe you were measuring your cocks."

"We were pretty drunk."

"I think you were drunk and walking the wild side of becoming an idiot with Harp."

"Well, he would have been safe except I saw yours." Jim put his hand over his mouth as soon as he said it. "Sorry."

"What about mine?" Mey teased him.

"It's mighty fine, Mey. But not at all as Harp described it." Jim rolled over and hoped Mey would leave.

"Talk to you later on. I have to go tell Sandburg now." Mey started down the stairs and Jim grabbed his arm. "Please don't tell Blair what I just said. Please?"

"Okay, since you said please." Mey walked down and went into the back bedroom and called out, "Sandburg, could I see you for a minute."

"Shit..." Jim whispered.

"Ellison, you better not have said anything." Harp yelled up to Jim.

"I told him everything."

"Fuck..." Harp waited for yelling or something.

Laughter broke out from the room and the two didn't seem to be in a bad mood. So Jim and Harp figured they were very lucky.

They came walking out with a measuring tape. Jim put the pillow over his head hoping they would all go away. Add this to another reason you don't want to travel with friends.

Jim felt two bodies on the bed and lifted the pillow up. "Hey Jim, we're here to measure you. It's only fair." Blair said as he unzipped Jim's jeans.

"Chief, come on. Let's not do this. All right?"

Blair and Mey started laughing and said, "Did you learn anything?"

"Yeah." Jim said quietly.

"What?" Blair asked.

"Not to pack a tape measure when traveling." Jim answered truthfully.

"Wrong." Blair swatted Jim on the head.

"It doesn't matter what size you are?" Jim guessed.

"Much better." Mey said as they left Jim alone.

They walked down the stairs for the other idiot.

"Okay, Sandburg, you turn away while I do Harp." Mey laughed at the look on Harps face.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to measure you." Harp said.

"Measure me for what? I'm driving for Christ's sake."

"Well, size seems to be an issue with you and Ellison, so we'll put your minds at rest." Mey pulled the tape out and unzipped Harp's pants.

"Mey, please?"

"Okay, now what did you learn from this?" Mey asked angrily.

"Not to measure penis's?" Mey asked and they could hear Jim laughing from up above.

"Yes, in a way. Don't dwell on who has the best one, instead worry about making yours work the best. Think about that, Harp." Mey smiled as he walked away.

"You mean you don't think mine works good enough?" Harp asked.

Sandburg and Meyers went back to the room again and there was more laughing and talking.

Jim came down and said, "I don't think I would measure up to what Blair wants."

"Tell me about it. It's a fucking shame that we can't have dicks that match our height." Harp seemed angry.

"Are you mad at Mey?"

"No, I'm mad at me. I always do stupid shit and then he gets pissed off."

"Same here. Sandburg is mad at me more than he isn't. I hate that." Jim listened for conversation, but there was none. "Hell! I think they feel asleep back there."

"Probably from all of the laughing. Wore them the fuck out." Harp said angrily.

"Harp, this is our turn. We're in Seattle. Do you have the directions to the house?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, they're right here." Jim read them and helped Harp drive to the front of the house.

Both men looked out the window when they stopped and Jim spoke in a whisper, "No way will he give this up."

"I wouldn't." Harp agreed.

Mey and Blair came out of the back room and Blair said, "Holey Moley, Batman. That's some house, eh?"

"No shit." replied Meyers.

"Should we go in, Robin?" Jim asked.

"No, I think we should just sit out here in the Motor Home and dream about the house." A sleepy Sandburg was a grumpy Sandburg.

Blair took the key and opened up the front door. All four men stood with their mouths hanging open. It was a gorgeous home. And it sat right on the lake. It was a dream home for anyone.

Blair noticed that Jim was unusually quiet and was pulling away from him. "Let's pick out our room. What do you say?" Blair pulled Jim by his hand and they went up the stairs. "Oh man, this is it. Look at this room, babe. And the bathroom is to die for. No bending in the shower for you. Unless you want." No smile was evident as Blair pulled Jim close to him and down for a kiss.

"This room's great, Chief. I'm really tired. I'm going to go get some clothes from the MH and bring them in here." Jim started out the doorway and Blair asked, "Will you bring some for me, too?"

And Blair heard a very quiet, "Of course."

Jim heard Harp and Mey in their room already fooling around. Jim tried to hurry and get the clothes so he could get in their room and shut the door. Another reason why you don't want to travel with friends. You can hear them fuck.

Blair was in the shower when he got back to the room. He set the suitcases down and stripped and climbed into bed. He was almost asleep when Blair crawled into bed.

"Hey man. You going to go to sleep without saying goodnight to me?"

"Sorry, Chief. I got really sleepy. I'm sorry. Goodnight, babe."

"Jim, I love you so much. Thanks for putting up with the guys and me. I know we've been a pain in the butt." Blair kissed Jim's back softly.

"Night, Chief." Jim moved further away from Blair and pretended he really wanted to sleep.

Blair got out of bed and got dressed. He walked to the door where their friends were sleeping and knocked.

"Now wouldn't be a good time." Harp yelled out.

"Okay, sorry." Blair said pitifully.

"You jerk, now go see what's wrong." Mey shoved him out of the bed.

Pulling some clothes on, he almost ran down the stairs and said, "What's wrong? Mey wants to know."

"Nothing. No biggy. My lover isn't talking to me and doesn't want me." Blair never looked sadder.

"He's just being a jerk."

"I was mean to him or something. I don't want him to dump me." Blair whispered.

"Okay, promise not to tell?" Blair shook his head yes, "Jim's afraid he's not going to be good enough for you now. With all of the money, cars and houses. He's feeling a little inadequate."

"Serious? You think that's it?" Blair almost looked happy.

"Well, one more thing. He thinks size does matter and I think you guys talking about doing the measuring thing today blew all confidence that he had." Harp said.

"He's got a nice cock." Blair said adamantly.

"He does. I'm not arguing. I'm just saying, he's feeling inadequate."

"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have done that." Blair started pacing. "How can I make it better?"

"Lie to him." Harp smiled over to Blair and knew Blair was going to go for it.

"You got it. Night, Harp." Blair ran up the stairs smiling.

Blair stripped and got into bed with Jim. "Babe, I'm so glad I have you to share all of this with. I'd be lost if you ever left me. Promise you won't ever leave me." Blair begged.

Jim turned towards Blair and held on tight. "I promise."

As Blair moved down Jim's body, he started licking Jim's cock and he whispered, "You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. Have I ever told you that before?"

"No. It's not that big." Jim's cock started deflating.

"Yeah, it is. Guess what? You and I only have one half inch difference. And yours is bigger than Harp's. But don't tell him I said that okay?"

"Chief, I know he isn't smaller. I know you're not the same size as me. Being a Sentinel sometimes sucks. I can tell this shit. So stop lying to me."

"Are you telling me, I'm never going to get this fine cock up my ass again?"

"No, I never said that. I just have to get over the fact that everyone knows my cock is small." Jim said sadly.

"Who started this shit, Jim?"

"I know it was me and Harp in Calif. But we were drunk. I just wish I hadn't seen all of our friends naked."

"All right, I've had it." Blair jumped up and ran to get Harp. It was all his fucking fault anyhow.

Blair beat on the door and Harp answered it naked. "Perfect! Come with me." Blair pulled him into their bedroom.

"What?" Harp said suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable being in the nude with his friends.

"Jim, check this out." Blair ordered.

Jim got out of bed and looked very closely at Harps cock and said, "Okay, you're right."

"Night, Harp." Blair shoved him out of the room.

"Wait a minute, what are you right about? Jim, is this about the measurements?" Harp was standing at the door.

Jim opened it up and said, "Yup, and you came in first. Lucky stiff. Now, go and make it stiff for Mey." Jim shut the door before Harp had a chance to even answer.

Jim made sweet love to Blair at first, until Blair asked for it hard. Jim loved to fuck Blair hard. Blair was howling as he came and Jim screamed out Blair's name as he followed close behind.

Blair lay in Jim's arms and was very content. Jim kissed his ear and whispered, "And we are the same size. But I wouldn't care anyhow."

"Good, because I love that cock. I love you, Jim."

"I love you, Chief. Goodnight." And both men fell into a deep sleep.

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Jim opened up his eyes to his favorite sight. Blair still sleeping in the morning. Jim slipped his hand across Blair's flaccid cock and smiled as it began to harden within moments. The moan would come quickly after that, and sure enough, his lover moaned huskily. "What are you doing, man?"

"Chief, if I have to tell you I must be doing it wrong." Jim started to pull his hand away from Blair's cock. The younger man laughed and pulled the large hand back over it and helped him resume the stroking.

"Feel good, baby?" Jim teased as the stroking began to get faster.

"I'm not going to last long, man. I want you to come with me."

"I want you to just lay back and relax." Jim moved over Blair and began licking his way down Blair's chest and stomach. This Sentinel could hear every single sound and hitch in his guide's breath, to show him what felt the best. Before long, Jim engulfed Blair's cock and sucked slowly while rubbing his balls.

"Jim, I'm going to come already. Stop..."

Jim pulled his mouth away from Blair's cock and said, "I love you, Blair." And then he went down on him again. Jim opened his throat up to accept as much as he could take. Blair was trying to fight the orgasm, but he lost the battle and came screaming Jim's name.

Blair caught his breath and then pushed Jim over onto his back and began doing the same thing. Jim was ready and had hoped that he had more control than Blair did. But in reality he had less. Blair sucked twice and slid his finger in Jim's sweet hole and Jim came screaming Blair's name.

Jim was trying to get his eyesight working again, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, now that role call is over, can we go out to breakfast?" Mey asked merrily.

"We'll be down in a few minutes, smart ass." Jim got up and pulled Blair into the shower.

"Thank you, big man. I love you, too." Blair went into Jim's arms and they just stood there hugging. "Is something wrong, Blair?"

"No, I just love you and wanted you to know that."

Jim heard something in his voice and was scared right away. "Jim, calm down. Nothing is wrong. I'm just nervous about the meeting at the lawyer today. Please just ignore my moods, okay?"

"I love you, babe. More than you could ever know." Jim kissed the top of his head and they moved into the shower.

"Hey hot shot, what do you think of shower sex?" Blair giggled, he couldn't help it.

"I think of it every chance I can."

So that's just what they did.

"Jesus, they have sex a lot, don't they?" Harp complained.

"We could too, ya know."

"Mey, we already fucked around this morning, why would we do it again?" Harp was honestly bewildered by all this.

"Harp, you are the most unromantic man in the world." Mey walked away from his lover, shoulders slumped.

They were in the kitchen and Harp knew that Jim and Blair would be awhile so he walked over and kissed the back of Meyers neck. He loved how Mey got goosebumps every time Harp did this. He then reached around and undid his shirt and played with Mey's nipples, until they became hard and firm. Harp slid his hand inside Mey's jeans and felt how hard and ready he already was. Harp then moved around to the front of Mey and pulled his jeans down and then his boxers. Harp leaned Mey back to the table and slid him up on it. He sucked Mey's cock a few times and then got a tube of lube from the counter. He loosened him up and once he was, he slid into his love. Harp was paying no attention to what was going on other than he and Mey. In the doorway was Jim and Blair with their mouths hanging open.

Harp was chanting by this time. "God, baby you feel so good. I love your ass. Come with me, Mey. Come with me." Harp stroked Mey until he came with a yell.

Harp lasted a little longer. He was trying to keep his mind on other things so he could last longer, but that didn't work. He heard Jim say, "Oh shit..." And that was all she wrote. Harp came, fast and hard into his favorite place in the world.

"They saw us, baby." Harp whispered.

"It's okay, Harp. It's okay." Mey smiled as Harp pulled out of him.

"Shit... I don't like that they walked in on us. Now they know how we look while we do it." Harp said pacing.

"Hey big shot, how about something to clean myself up here?" Mey called out to see if he could get his attention. "Maybe I could just call Jim in to help clean me up."

"Don't ever fucking say that again, Mey. He doesn't get to see you or touch you. Understood?" Harp was one pissed off lover.

"Okay, calm down, Harp."

In the living room Jim was smiling and said, "Mey just made Harp jealous and I swear I can hear Mey's heart doing a little dance with happiness."

"Did I tell you today how much I love you?" Blair asked, smiling up at his love.

"Why? Why are you saying that?"

"Because you're so cute. You try to be all tough, but you love Harp and Mey as much as I do."

"Yeah, I do. So, we're going to the lawyer today?" Jim asked, voice almost shaking.

"Yeah, I have to tell them if I want to keep the house, the car and the MH. The appointment is at 11:00. So we've got to get shaking soon."

"Harp, do you and Mey want to go to the lawyers with us?" Jim called out.

Harp stuck his face through the doorway and said, "Nah, we'll wait here. Good luck, Sandburg."

"Thanks, Harp." Blair took Jim's hand and they walked out the door. Jim had the directions so he knew where he was going, more or less.

Once there, they sat in the waiting room until the lawyer called for them. "Mr. Sandburg, will you follow me?" And he walked down a hallway with Blair and Jim following him.

They walked into the huge office and the man turned and said, "I'm Mr. Martin Miller. Please have a seat, Mr. Sandburg. I'm going to be taking care of everything here in Seattle. Have you decided if you want the house yet or not? And how about the Motor Home?"

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller. This is my partner Jim Ellison. Yes, I've made all of the decisions."

Jim looked at Blair oddly because for some reason, Jim had thought Blair would ask his opinion. And this hurt.

"Well, tell me what you want and I'll take care of it." Miller said.

"I want to sell the house and the Motor Home and the car. I want the money to go into these accounts." Blair slid a paper over to him and Jim again wondered why Blair hadn't discussed any of this with him.

"Okay, I'll put the house up tomorrow, I've had someone interested for some time, so that will go fast. The price back then was $300,000.00 so you'll make out very well with the sale. The Motor Home will probably pull in about $190,000.00, so again, you'll make out well."

"That's great. We're going to stay in a hotel by the airport and fly home in a week. So here is the number, I called this morning and got the reservations. Will I have to come back for many things?" Blair wondered aloud. Jim wondered when he had made the phone calls. Jim missed them all.

"No, you won't. Most of it can be done by fax. Give me your fax number at work and we'll get all of this started. It was good to meet you, Mr. Sandburg." He shook Blair's hand and then sat down and started doing his work.

Jim realized that he was just treated like the wife. He always wondered what that would feel like. Now he knew. It sucked. Jim Ellison was no ones wife.

Jim was walking so fast that Blair had to jog to keep up with him. "Hey, hot stuff. Wanna slow down?"

"I have things to do, Chief. I'm going to fly home today."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about having a fucking life outside of you and I'm going home today. I'll make the flight reservations when I get to that house of yours." Jim continued to almost run.

Blair knew he was in trouble and he was scared. Jim was leaving him. He needed some help on this.

Neither man said one word all the way home. In the driveway, Blair whispered, "Jim, you're leaving me aren't you?"

"I just told you I'm going home." Jim walked up to the front door.

"I don't mean going home. I mean leaving my heart." Blair started to cry silently.

"Don't be silly, Sandburg. I'll see you in Cascade. I just need to go home."

"Don't worry, Ellison, I don't really care anymore." Blair shoved the door open and rushed up the stairs.

Harp and Mey watched the two enter and Harp said, "What the fuck did you do now, Ellison?"

"I'll have you know that I didn't do a fucking thing. I'm just going home is all." Jim sat down across from them, but didn't look at them.

"And this is why he was crying?" Mey asked.

"How the fuck do I know why he's crying? I didn't do anything." Jim said.

"Start from the beginning and tell us what happened. There has to be something you're not telling us." Mey knew there was a mistake.

So Jim told him all about Blair making all of the decisions without talking to him first, having a list of things he was going to do with his money, called and made reservations at a hotel and finally when they left, the lawyer totally ignored him, just as he would have treated a wife.

"Ellison, I hate to take Sandburg's side, cuz he pisses me off a lot, but it's his money. He can do whatever he wants to do with it." Harp said calmly.

"I know it's his money. I didn't want him to ask my opinion. I just wanted him to at least let me hear about it." Jim was getting sadder by the moment.

"Did you hate being the wife?" Mey asked.

"Yeah, I did."

"We all do, Jim. But grow up and live with it. That wasn't Blair's fault." Mey continued.

"He didn't even try and stick up for me at the lawyer's office. It was like he agreed with him."

"So you're going home today?" Harp asked.

"Yeah." Jim looked out the window so he wouldn't have to look at his friends.

"Well I'll go home with you and Mey can stay and keep Sandburg company. How does that sound?" Harp offered.

"Nah, thanks anyhow. I have to go by myself." Jim got up and headed upstairs to pack.

Jim walked into their room and tried to ignore the soft cries coming from his partner. He pulled his suitcase out of the closet and started to pack. Blair looked at him and said, "You're packing? You're really going? Please don't leave me, Jim." And then he started crying hard.

"Chief, knock it off. I'm not staying just because you're crying. So stop the crying now."

Blair did, he stopped and finally got himself under control and stood up and put his arms around Jim. "Please don't leave me, Jim. Please?"

"Chief, I'm just going home. I'll be waiting for you when you get back."

Blair wouldn't let go of Jim's waist. So Jim walked around with Blair hooked onto him and finally Jim said, "Knock it off, Sandburg."

Blair stood straight and walked out of the room and didn't look back. When Jim was done packing, he took a shower. He looked out the shower door and Harp was standing there glaring.

"Harp, do you mind?"

"Yeah, I do. He's a nice guy, Ellison. Why are you doing this? You always tell me not to hurt Mey and now you're doing it to Sandburg."

"He'll leave me soon anyhow, Harp. Can you honestly see him staying with me now that he has all of that money?" Jim got out of the shower and began to dry off.

"You're such a chicken shit. Talk to him. I don't say it's going to make things better, but talk to him." Harp then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Jim Ellison with way too much on his mind.

Once he was dressed he yelled down the stairs, "Chief, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Jim then waited in their room to see if Blair would come. He looked up and saw Blair standing in the doorway. "Come in and shut the door. I need to ask you some things."

"Okay." Blair shut the door and sat on a chair far away from Jim.

"Chief, I need to know where I belong in your life, okay?"

"Okay..."

Jim saw this going downhill fast with Blair's lack of response. "When we got to the lawyers office you told him you had made your mind up about selling everything. And I realized that you didn't care what I thought about them. You never asked me about any of it. And for some reason I thought we would discuss it."

Blair glared at him and said, "I don't have to discuss it with you. They were mine, Jim."

"That's all I needed to know. Because I have all sorts of stocks from my military money and I put half of them in your name. I didn't tell you because it was a surprise. But I figured you should know that you have stocks and bonds through my lawyers. I just wanted to tell you." Jim sat on the bed sadly.

"Jim, I told you when we went on this trip that I'd probably sell it all. Don't you remember?"

"Yeah, Chief, I remember. Thanks for telling me." Jim got up and Blair ran and grabbed him. "Okay, I lied."

"You lied about what, Chief?"

"I lied about not discussing it because it was mine."

"So what is it about?" Jim pushed him on the bed so they could relax and talk.

"I'm setting up trust funds for everyone. I've never had this much money in my life. But the better part of it, is going into a trust fund for you. But all of our friends are getting some of this and Daryl won't have to worry about college at all. Anyhow, it was a surprise and I didn't want to tell you."

"You should have told me though, Blair."

Blair knew things were bad if he just called him Blair again. "What's the next thing that bothered you, Jim?"

"You made reservations at a hotel and didn't even tell me or the guys. We had no idea what was going on. I just felt like you didn't want to share anything with me. And I don't mean monetary."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, there is. You didn't fucking stick up for me in that pricks office. He dismissed me like a wife and it hurt so bad." Jim was trying not to cry. He hated crying. Very unmanly.

"Ellison, you afraid you'll look unmanly?"

"Sandburg, shut up."

"Ellison, I hate you."

"Sandburg, shut up."

"Ellison, I can't wait till you're out of my life."

"Sandburg, please shut up."

"I got you a friggin' plane ticket, so I don't have to look at you any more."

"God, please shut up, Blair."

"Why would I stick up for you? You are the woman."

Jim went down on his knees but still was not crying and quite proud of the control.

"That lawyer could see who was the strong one, that's why he treated you that way."

"Shut up."

"Jim, get out of my bedroom. Now."

"Blair, please?"

"Get out. I'll yell for help from Harp. That'll do wonders for your self-image."

"Chief, I need..."

"Oh who gives a rat's ass what you need, Jim?"

"God, I can't do this."

"Fine, I'll holler for Harp to help me." Blair walked to the door and opened it and the howl of anguish that came out of Jim made Blair jump. He slammed the door once again and turned. "What do you want?"

"You."

"Me? Jim, you had me and you shit on me."

"I'm sorry. Please don't make me leave."

"Make you leave the room, or leave the city?"

"Both. Blair, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please love me. Please need me." And then Jim started to cry softly.

"Jim, I do love you and need you. Now come here. Let's lay down on the bed." Jim joined Blair in bed. They both stripped down to boxers and slid under the covers. There would be no sex right now. Jim needed to be held.

As he petted Jim's head, Blair said, "I called the lawyer in Cascade and told him how he had treated you. I also told him I wasn't happy with him at all. He treated us badly. So anyhow, all of the paperwork will be transferred to Cascade and we'll do it there. He told me where to drop off the Motor Home. Jim, I was going to do it anyhow. I hated the way he looked at you and treated you. But I'm sorry that I didn't say anything on the drive home."

"Blair, I can't keep doing this."

"What?"

"Fucking up. One of these times you're going to leave."

"Jim, I'm never leaving you. I love you so much." This time Blair was the one crying. Jim held on to him tightly and they both fell asleep.

"Harp, I just want you to go in there and be sure they're all right. Do it." Mey pushed him through the doorway.

Harp walked over to the bed and saw the men sleeping, well, Blair was. Jim was staring at him. "We're fine, Harp. Thanks for checking on us though. Want to go fishing tomorrow?"

"That would be great, Ellison."

"Ask Mey if he wants to go too and I'll ask the Chief when he's awake."

"The Chief is awake and yeah, fishing sounds fun. Night, Harp."

"Night, Sandburg. Night, Ellison."

Out in the hallway Harp said, "Want to go fishing with them in the morning?"

"Oh Christ, I'm so glad they're all right. They're our best friends, aren't they, Harp?"

"Yeah, they are. Now come to bed. We have to get up early to get that worm."

"Harp, want to see my worm?"

"Yeah, I would. Get your butt in our bed."

"Get over here, Kelly." Mey called out.

"Stop calling me Kelly."

"Kelly baby, that's your name."

"I hated my mom."

"I didn't. Come here, my big boy."

Jim smiled as he held his sleeping partner. He realized that things had come close, but thanks to good friends he and Blair were still together. He was going to ask Blair if they could rent a car tomorrow and drive home. Okay, maybe not a car, a big SUV. Jim realized he really liked being on the road again with all of them. With that thought, he fell into a quiet peaceful sleep and knew he would wake to a beautiful day.

The guys spent the next four days, fishing and having fun. Jim had rented a large SUV and they were packing up for the trip back to Cascade.

"Me and Mey get the front seat this time." Blair said laughing.

"Fine, we'll sleep." Jim said smiling back at him.

Harper got in the back seat and said, "Geeze, it's too small back here for my legs."

"Chronic complainer, isn't he?" Blair teased Mey.

"You don't know the half of it." Mey laughed at the look on Harps' face.

"Don't start all ready, Mey."

"Someone is grouchy. Not getting any?" Jim teased him now.

"I'm getting plenty. Mey, tell them I'm getting plenty."

The three men laughed their heads off. "What are you laughing about? I am getting plenty."

Blair drove up to the highway and said, "Now which way do I turn again, Jim?"

"Chief, you better be joking."

"I am."

"Good, I'd hate to stop now and have to beat your ass."

"Now wait a minute, that sounds kind of fun in a kinky kind of way." Blair giggled.

The four men teased each other for about an hour and then Blair turned on the radio and it was Willie Nelson singing, On The Road Again. Meyers and Blair were thrilled to have it on and began to sing. In the back seat, Jim whispered, "Oh for god's sake. Is there no mercy?"

"There won't be any mercy on this trip, Jim." Harp teased.

"Well, I'm just glad that I have him in my life, so I'll stop bitching." Jim said to a smiling Harp.

Blair pulled onto the side of the road and leaned over the seat for a kiss. "Thank you, Jim. I love you, too."

"Sing for us, babe." Jim said as he pushed him back into the front seat.

The singing began again, but Jim smiled as they sang Santana's Smooth. Yes, life was going to be smooth now. They were all On The Road Again.

The end.

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Acknowledgments: Thank you to Mary for the beta. This was Lisa's idea, so you can either hate her or love her. {g} Thanks, Lisa.