Chatboyz I: Beer as Lube - Mereridkat

Jimzboy: Hey, Danny! Long time no chat!

Jackzpuppy: Blair! How are you?

Jimzboy: Great, man, just great! You? How's the flyboy?

Jackzpuppy: Fine, fine. LOL

Jimzboy: He home tonight?

Jackzpuppy: Yeah, grilled steaks. Grilled veggies. Now watching the Holy Game.

Jimzboy: Jimz watchin the Jags LOL

Jackzpuppy: It amazes me the multitude of uses he finds for beer.

Jimzboy: The only thing its not good for is lube!

Jackzpuppy: ha! Tell Jackz that.

Jimzboy: Shit, no! Really?

Jackzpuppy: As a friend of mine used to say back in college... dude!

Jimzboy: ohmanohman. Details!

Jackzpuppy: No way LOL

Jimzboy: I WANT DETAILS

Jackzpuppy: Quit yelling. You're a cop now, behave like a mature individual.

Jimzboy: Tell me and I'll tell you one of mine mwahahaha!

Jackzpuppy: NO

Jimzboy: puhleeeeze! Beg beg wimper

Jackzpuppy: God, you are hopeless!

Jimzboy: Yeah! You love it!

Jackzpuppy: Do not.

Jimzboy: Do too!

Jackzpuppy: DO NOT

"Having fun, Blair?" Jim asked as he passed by the kitchen table on the way to the fridge. He was dressed just in a pair of boxers. It was a warm Cascade evening and it had been a long day as a cop protecting the great city. He was relaxing.

"Yeah, teasing Daniel. He's so easy." Blair chuckled, glancing up from the computer screen. He blinked at his lover as Jim turned away from the fridge, fresh beer in hand. "It's really hot tonight, isn't it?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Chief. I'm not watching the game in the nude." Jim chuckled, tossing the bottle cap into the garbage.

"Spoil sport." Blair stuck his tongue out at him, and turned back to his instant message chat.

Jimzboy: We were on stake-out

Jackzpuppy: lalalalalalala I can't hear you!

Jimzboy: I was totally bored! You don't know what boredom is until you've been on a stake-out!

Jackzpuppy: Oh, I think I can imagine...

Jimzboy: Nothings happening. I mean, the place we're watching. Nothing.

Jackzpuppy: How is Naomi?

Jimzboy: So I figure I'll have some fun. Kill time and some brain cells.

Jackzpuppy: The last you said, she was in New Mexico.

"I don't think you are following his conversation." Jim commented from behind Blair.

"Shi-it!" Blair bounced in his chair. "Don't do that!"

"Calm down, Jimzboy." Jim chuckled, patting Blair's shoulder with his free hand.

"Go! Sit!" Blair turned around and pointed at the couch.

"You gonna tell him about sucking me off in the truck?" Jim turned slowly, sauntering over to the couch. He could feel Blair's gaze watching the twitch of his butt. He was adding a bit more twitch to it than usual, but Blair wasn't complaining.

"I'm just teasing him. I wasn't going to tell him." Blair huffed, turning back to his computer.

Jackzpuppy: You still there, B?

Jimzboy: Sorry. Interruption getting himself a fresh beer.

Jackzpuppy: How are you two doing?

Jimzboy: Except for trying to drive me insane, we're fine. We're getting a house. Both names on the title.

Jackzpuppy: Wow! Big step for you, B. You handling that okay?

Jimzboy: It's kinda scary but on the other hand, I've never been this happy before.

Jackzpuppy: I know, I can tell. You probably bounce more now than ever.

Jimzboy: Ha!

"Jim, do I bounce more now?" Blair called over his shoulder.

"Now? You've always bounced," Jim replied, and then belched.

"No, you know, more now that we're together-together, and people know, and we're getting the house, and can I have a puppy?"

"Yes." He burped again. "No."

"Spoil sport." Blair grinned.

Jimzboy: He says 'yes'.

Jackzpuppy: Should come in handy during sex LOL

Jimzboy: Ha! Again. You gonna tell me about using beer as lube?

Jackzpuppy: No.

Jimzboy: Please!

Jackzpuppy: No

Jimzboy: I'll invite you to the wedding!

Jackzpuppy: You'd invite me anyway.

Jimzboy: I won't sit you next to Naomi at the reception {veg}

Jackzpuppy: Actually, I'd like to see her go to town on Jack.

Jimzboy: You're evil. I love that about you.

Jackzpuppy: No.

Jimzboy: Killjoy

Jackzpuppy: Totally

Jackzpuppy: fsd;lkjingkkjKFJJKFISH

Jimzboy: Danny?

Jimzboy: Danny.... DANNY......!

Jackzpuppy: Sorry, Interruption.

Jimzboy: fishing?

Jackzpuppy: I AM NOT TELLING YOU

Jimzboy: sigh

Jackzpuppy: I better get going. Early morning tomorrow. Hockey tournament.

Jimzboy: Coach Jackz?

Jackzpuppy: Yep! If we win tomorrow, we go to the state championship in Denver.

Jimzboy: Dude! Cool!

Jackzpuppy: We gotta meet up, B. I haven't seen you in AGES.

Jimzboy: We'll do a group fishing trip.

Jackzpuppy: Bitch!

Jimzboy: kiss kiss!

Jackzpuppy: Later, wise-ass pig.

Jimzboy: This bud's for you...

Blair laughed as he closed the IM window, and logged off. He shut down the computer, shutting the laptop, unplugging the phone cord. He was wrapping the cord around his forearm -hand to elbow, hand to elbow movement- when he turned to see how Jim was doing. Jim was doing fine. Blair's mouth fell open.

Jim was stretched out in his new overstuffed chair, legs out before him, crossed at the ankles, beer resting on the arm of the chair. His boxers were now perched nicely on the top of his head as if boxers were occasionally worn as head coverings. His free hand casually stroked his cock in a rather thoughtful way, not as if he were really masturbating.

Using all the control that he possessed, Blair finished putting his laptop away. His knees were a bit weak, but he was determined. When that was done, he went around the loft checking locks, pulling the curtain, switching on the answering machine. They were off tomorrow, and he wasn't going to let any phone calls interrupt his idyll with his Interruption.

He loved chatting with Daniel anyway he could get it. They had been best friends since their freshman year in college. They'd tried being lovers but after the first kiss and grope session it was obvious they were meant just to be friends. Which was fine. His friendship with Daniel Jackson was the longest lasting relationship he had ever had -until Jim. He figured it was Daniel that had prepared him for Jim in more ways than one.

Blair stopped between Jim and the tv. He didn't say anything, just started to undress. Jim was still sipping his beer, playing with his slowly hardening cock. He mock frowned, trying to pretend that his game was interrupted, but when his eyes met Blair's, he couldn't stop his grin from breaking lose.

"You watchin' the game, Jim?" Blair asked as he crumbled his t-shirt and threw it in the direction of the couch.

"I'm watchin' something, sport. I'm not sure what kind of game it is." His eyes followed the jean shorts as Blair shoved them off his hips. Blair had gone commando for the evening, and evidently Jim approved. He licked his lips, his legs spreading a little wider, and swallowed.

"Oldest game in the book, man." Blair grabbed the remote off the coffee table and shut off the television. "You chase me and I let you catch me. Then we fuck like bunnies."

"I. Do. Not. Fuck. Like. A. Bunny." Jim said carefully as he narrowed his gaze at Blair. Then there was a blur of movement. Blair took off like a shot for the bed upstairs and Jim was half a second behind him.

A few minutes later Blair was laughing so hard he could hardly catch a breath. "Not bunny!" He gasped, "Panther, panther, pa-a...."

"Gggggrrrrrr...."

The end.

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Acknowledgments: Thanks to CJ and to Corinne for the art.