Always Call Ahead - LilyK

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Author's note: This little story was inspired by a pic that showed up among the Mongoosians a few months ago. It was a very large dog carrying... Well, just read the story. [beg]

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Naomi Sandburg peered out through the peephole in the apartment's metal door.

"Oh, gracious," she hissed over her shoulder. "It's my son!"

"I thought you said he was coming over later," her companion said unhappily. "I was really beginning to enjoy myself," he added wistfully.

"I did say that because that's what he told me on the phone earlier! Gather up the... supplies," she suggested before she gave her companion a warm smile. Her voice dropped and she said invitingly, "We'll pick this up in a bit." Nodding, the companion did as asked.

Naomi opened the door a crack. "Blair, sweetie! Give me a second to put on some clothes." She blushed bright red at the questioning gaze of her son. "I was just... showering." She slammed the door.

"Man, I hope she's okay," Blair Sandburg said to his partner, puzzled at his mother's behavior.

"Ah, Chief. Let's go and come back later," Jim Ellison suggested, pulling back his hearing.

"Why, Jim? I'm worried. Did you see Naomi's face and hair? She was all... disheveled. Maybe she's sick."

"Sandburg, take my word for it. She's not sick. We should come back later." Jim tugged on Blair's sleeve.

"How do you... Oh, right. Sorry." Blair grinned before his face became serious. "What's wrong, then? Is she all right?" Before Jim could stop his partner, Blair knocked again. "Mom? Are you okay?"

The door opened and a flustered Naomi smiled. She cleared her throat. "Come in, sweetie. Jim, hello."

The men walked into the well-appointed dwelling.

"Hello, Naomi. You're looking well," Jim said, scanning the living room. After a quick glance, he pulled his eyes away from the pile of pillows in front of the fireplace and closed his nose to the smells of sex that hung heavy in the air.

"Thanks, Jim. You're looking fit as usual." She gave Jim a peck on the cheek after she had given Blair a motherly hug.

A clearing throat made the three people turn around.

Naomi blushed. "This is my friend, Marshall Frost. This is my son, Blair and his friend, Jim Ellison."

Blair smiled and took a step forward, holding out his hand. He happened to glance sideways into the living room and that's when he saw the lovers' nest in front of the fireplace. A half-finished bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the hearth. Finally realizing what had been happening, he grinned at Naomi's friend.

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Frost." Blair said, shaking the firm hand. "I guess we should have called to tell you we had a few extra minutes and were stopping by."

While Jim shook hands with Marshall, Naomi tied the belt on her robe into a bow. "Blair, we already arranged to meet for dinner. It's definitely too early for dinner," she added.

Blair's smile never dimmed. "We thought you might be bored sitting around by yourself so I wanted to stop by and keep you company. Apparently, you have enough to keep yourself occupied," Blair said teasingly.

"Blair..." Naomi started to speak but a sound of a strange tapping noise interrupted her sentence.

All eyes turned to look down the hallway. From the dark recesses the sound grew louder and came closer. Suddenly, a large brown dog appeared from the doorway. His nails clicked against the hardwood and in his mouth, he happily carried the kill from his most recent hunt: a ten-inch ribbed dildo.

"Oh, my God!" Naomi squealed, her face turning a bright shade of scarlet that matched her hair.

Blair burst out laughing. Jim rolled his eyes. Marshall blushed and tried to catch the dog, who apparently thought it was time for a rousing game of tag. The dog ran around the room enthusiastically, making sure that his master was within inches of catching him before he took off each time on a merry romp.

Jim pulled on Blair's sleeve. "Time to go, Chief."

"Right." Blair patted Naomi's arm. "Sorry, Mom. I didn't know you were, ah, busy." He laughed heartily and headed toward the door.

"Blair..." Naomi's hands fluttered in the air.

Blair grinned. "Naomi, it's fine. We'll see you later. Dinner at 7 at 'The Good Earth'. Love you."

Jim pulled open the door and practically yanked his partner from the room. He clamped a hand on Blair's arm and pulled him toward the truck.

Blair tugged. "Hey, man. What's up? You're not pissed are you?"

Jim shook his head and unlocked his door. Reaching over, he unlocked Blair's door. When Blair hopped in, Jim gave Blair a feral grin.

"We're going to Generation XXX. I need to buy something. Then we're going home." Jim gave Blair very deep, hot and hungry look before he started the engine.

Blair smiled knowingly. He practically felt the heat radiating from Jim's body and the smoldering look in his eyes immediately turned Blair on. "Oh? Cool." Blair shifted in his seat and readjusted his jeans. It was going to be a fun afternoon after all.

The End.

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Thanks to Ankaree for the great art work! Thanks to DebraC, Rosie and Ankaree for beta'ing this for me.