Com-mune-I-ca-shun - Mererid

Blair had been home only for a few minutes when the phone rang. He set the empty moving boxes down and shuffled over to the cordless phone. For half a second, he contemplated not answering it, but his training at the Bullpen kicked in.

"This is Blair."

Oh, hi Blair. Blair didn't have to be a Sentinel to hear 1- the disappointment in Gary's voice and 2- the sounds of the airport behind him.

"Gary." You bastard. I hate you. I hope you get some strange venereal disease and-.

I guess Jim isn't home? I wanted to say good-bye.

Good-bye? What do you mean good-bye? "No, he's not here. I haven't seen him all day." He was out with you all night, you lousy sonofabitch.

Oh, uh, he's probably busy. Well, tell him I said good-bye. And Blair, really, you are lucky. I shouldn't have counted on him being interested after all this time, especially after I dumped him for Luke, but- There was an announcement for last boarding on some flight to Vegas. Shit, I have to go. Take care of him, will ya? The big guy deserves a lot, you know? He's been through hell with his family, romance, and- well, you know. Bye, Blair.

"Bye, Gary." After the click, Blair held the phone out away from him and stared at it like it was wriggling or had changed color or something strange. "What the heck are you talking about?"

He set the phone down, and turned back to his moving boxes. He had assumed that Jim wouldn't have space around here for him anymore. He had assumed a lot between Jim and Gary, and maybe he'd been mistaken?

So did he go ahead and pack? Or did he wait for Jim to get home, and try to talk about it?

He couldn't decide so he did what he usually did when he was puzzled with his life and needed some balance. He took a shower, started some hot water for tea, put on his meditation music, lit some incense (the non-offensive kind that Jim didn't whine about), and some candles, and settled himself on the living room rug.

He didn't notice the music changing right away. He started to surface, smelling Chinese food, the sports announcer on the local NBC affiliate, and Jim's voice.

"Sure, Naomi. No problem. When Little Buddha wakes up, I'll have him call you. Sounds like fun." Pause. "If you're cooking, we're coming. Okay, talk to you later. Take care."

Jim hung up the phone and turned towards Blair.

"You want to eat first? Or are you still mad at me for whatever I did, and you want to yell at me now? Get it over with." Jim sauntered towards him, barefoot but still in jeans. His dress shirt was un-tucked and half un-buttoned.

"I never said I was mad at you." Blair blinked. "It's just- and you." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Gary."

"Oh for crap's sake, you're telling me you were jealous of him?" Jim shook his head, and sat down on the coffee table beside him. "Gary was fun when I was 20 and horny. I had a crush on him, sure, I admit it. But I got over him a long time ago. He comes here after he gets dumped by his long term partner thinking that he could pick up where we left off in Texas." Jim shook his head again, and this time added a shrug. "Sometimes I think I’m surrounded by idiots."

"Idiots!" Blair snapped. "What do I have to do to get your attention? I've tried everything! I don't know what to do to make you want me, to see that I want you!"

"Well, you sure as hell could do this more often." Jim half smiled, nodding down at Blair's nudity. He chuckled, "For a smart ass Einstein type, you sure are stupid."

"I'm stupid?" Blair blinked; feeling like his head was going to explode. This rush of emotion wasn't good so soon after meditating. "I'm stupid!" He yelled.

"Yeah, Chief. There's this thing called 'com-mune-I-ca-shun'. You should try it some time. You and that mouth of yours, what happened to all your words?" Jim leaned forward, grabbed Blair by the back of the neck and drug him forward. Blair struggled, definitely pissed, trying to fight Jim but not doing a great job. His legs were tangled in his cotton meditation robe, his hands were shaking, and then Jim's mouth was on his.

Why was he fighting? Wasn't this what he had wanted?

"Asshole." Blair growled when they finally broke apart, panting.

"Yeah, and you're such a fucking brain." Jim chuckled, and then he licked Blair's bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but…" Blair wobbled, but Jim held him up, and he scooched forward. "Gary's not allowed to come back here. Ever."

"I already told him. Punched him in the jaw last night too." He stroked a hand down Blair's back, and over the lush swell of bare, hairy ass. "I may send him a thank you note, though."

"What?" Blair jerked his head back.

"Yeah, I was running out of patience, waiting for you." Jim smiled at the glower he got from Blair for that. "If I had known-."

His words were cut off by Blair's tongue diving into his mouth. The Chinese food could wait. He was starving.

The end

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Acknowledgments: Thank you to Marianne for the art.