What The Doctor Ordered - LilyK

It was a cool summer evening and the sky was dotted with a million stars that twinkled and danced across the heavens. The full moon bathed Cascade in white brilliance and it streamed through the skylight in the loft bedroom.

Jim Ellison slowly came awake and opened his senses to the body lying next to his. He adjusted his vision to allow enough light to filter in to observe his lover. Blair Sandburg lay sprawled on his back; arms flung over his head, sleeping with child-like abandon. Jim chuckled quietly. Blair slept like he lived: wildly and lively, enthusiastically and joyfully. Jim drank in the sight of the long, tangled strands spread out in every direction, and of the slightly parted lips, and of the soft chest hair curled around small, brown nipples.

Jim gently moved a bit closer to his lover and searched the handsome face. He watched as the eyelids twitched in dream and the full lips moved, as if answering the dream's invisible participant. The fingers of Blair's left hand curled and uncurled several times. Jim wondered what dream was invading his sleep tonight. To Jim's senses Blair was calm and peaceful so at least it must be a happy one.

Blair sighed and shifted, breathlessly whispering "Jim" once before settling back down. Jim's breath caught in his throat and his eyes blurred for a second. Blair loved him. It wasn't as if he didn't realize that fact, but hearing his lover whisper his name in sleep made Jim's heart flutter. He squeezed his eyes closed; the happiness he felt was almost too much to bear. He snuggled against Blair's warm body and buried his face in the clean hair spread on the pillow. Jim sighed deeply with contentment, slid an arm across Blair's chest and very softly kissed his cheek.

Blair stirred and mumbled, unconsciously moving even closer to his lover. Jim's arm tightened slightly and held him close, and he pressed his lips against Blair's ear.

"Blair?" he whispered.

Blair muttered incoherently even to Jim's ears and his eyes fluttered. He opened his eyes and turned his head, meeting Jim's eyes.

"Hey," Blair said sleepily.

"Hey, yourself, Chief."

"Can't sleep?"

"Don't know," Jim answered noncommittally.

Blair pulled his face back just a bit and looked at Jim closely. "Are you okay, Jim?"

"Need you," Jim said softly.

A wide smile crossed Blair's still sleepy face. "Oh, man. Come here." He slipped a hand behind Jim's head and brought their lips together for a slow, tender kiss.

Jim closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of his Guide's warm skin against his. He opened his senses fully and let the fragrance of Blair's vanilla shampoo and musky smell tickle his nasal passages. His mouth enjoyed the Blair flavor mixed with minty toothpaste underlined with apples and Killian's Red, and his ears heard the quickening of Blair's heartbeat and the rushing of blood through his body. Jim relished the small 'mmmm' sounds Blair made while kissing and if Jim concentrated hard enough, he could actually hear the blood filling Blair's erection.

The sights and sounds combined made Jim almost lightheaded, and his own breathing and heart rate accelerated quickly. He savored the feel of the hot blood coursing through his body and into his groin. He groaned into Blair's mouth when his dick was full and firm, aching for the touch of his mate's strong hand.

Blair's kisses were both languid and amorous, and his exploring tongue eagerly entered Jim's open mouth. Jim held a handful of Blair's ass and he pressed their bodies together, thrilled at the responses from his energetic lover. Blair never disappointed Jim. He was warm and caring and loving and beautiful. Jim often wondered what he had done in his life to deserve Blair Sandburg. The funny thing was once when Jim had actually asked Blair that exact question, Blair had laughed himself silly and finally said solemnly, "Jim, you are an idiot." He offered no further explanation other than to smile at Jim and kiss him into oblivion.

The warm fingers of Blair's free hand skimmed Jim's broad chest and trailed across his stomach, making the muscles ripple with pleasure. When the fingertips tickled their way through Jim's pubic hair, he moaned with anticipation into Blair's demanding mouth.

Blair broke the kiss and gazed at Jim with smoky blue eyes. "God, Jim, you are so beautiful," Blair whispered breathlessly, looking at Jim's flushed face and reddened lips. Jim smiled softly and kissed the end of Blair's nose.

"You, too, Chief. Love you," Jim managed to blurt out just as Blair's firm hand grasped his dick, causing him to gasp with pleasure. "Oh, God," he muttered when Blair pumped the throbbing organ with exactly the right amount of pressure for the hypersensitive Sentinel. "Blair," Jim whispered hoarsely, coming all too soon in hot, sticky spurts over Blair's hand.

Blair smiled at Jim, who lay with his eyes closed and his chest heaving. He kissed the side of his face and grabbed a towel, wiping his sticky Sentinel and then himself. His full dick rubbed against Jim's leg and he groaned softly.

Jim pried open his eyes and smiled at his lover. "Come here," he said huskily.

Blair stretched his body along Jim's and kissed the beckoning lips. While still kissing passionately, Jim rolled Blair to his back, slipping a leg across his thighs and an arm behind his neck. He wrapped his arm around Blair's head and crushed their lips together, letting his love and passion flow through his body. Jim took one of Blair's hands and entwined their fingers. He wrapped their hands around Blair's thick erection. Slowly, Jim guided them in a smooth rhythm that soon had Blair thrusting his hips, whimpering with pleasure. Jim sensed Blair's orgasm build to the point of no return and as it rushed forth, he held his lover close while the tremors shook the sweaty body.

Blair lay limply, trying to catch his breath while Jim returned the favor, grabbing the towel and wiping the semen from their hands and Blair's stomach. Jim molded Blair's body against his and held him tightly. He licked his ear and nuzzled the tender spot right behind it, and Blair sighed contentedly, pressing back against Jim's chest. Blair took the hand that rested against his chest and kissed the powerful fingers, always awed that such a strong hand could hold so much tenderness.

"Better now?" Blair asked, Sentinel-soft.

"Uh huh," Jim replied sleepily.

Blair chuckled deeply and murmured, "They don't call me Dr. Sandburg for nothing, you know."

With smiles on their faces, the lovers quickly fell asleep.

Finis

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Acknowledgments: Thanks, Rosie, for the fine beta.