Cold Hands-Cold Feet-Warm Bed - LilyK

"Sandburg!"

"Huh..." Blair muttered, struggling to wake from a sound sleep. "What?"

"Chief!"

"Jim? What's wrong?"

"I'm cold," Jim almost whined.

Blair rubbed his eyes and raised an eyebrow. Jim Ellison did not whine. "You're cold? Are you sick? Let me feel your forehead."

Jim knelt beside Blair's bed and allowed his Guide to touch his head.

"Hmmm. Nope. Feels normal. Let me feel your hand. Hell! Not on my chest! For God's sake, Jim. It's damned freezing! Why are you so cold?"

"Don't know," Jim said with a shrug.

"Well, turn up the thermostat."

"Don't want to."

"No? What do you want?"

Jim gave Blair a sweet smile. "Want to sleep with you."

"What? Are you fucking insane?"

"No. Just cold."

"Jim, man. I'm naked in here."

"Oh?" Now it was Jim's turn to raise his eyebrow.

"Yeah. Listen. If you want to, you can sleep with me. It's cool. I just don't want you getting all freaked when I get a hard-on."

"Okay." Jim considered this information for a second. "Any particular reason, Chief?"

Blair chuckled. "Nothing much, except you turn me on big time, Jim.

"So much the better. Now I'll really warm up! Move over, I'm climbing in."

The End.

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Author's Acknowledgements: Thanks to Ankaree for the art work, and to DebraC, Rosie and Ankaree for the beta work.