Snippet No. 2

(Or, Cooking with Jim and Blair·)

*Co-authored with Lulu

"Blair--how much longer before dinner?"

"Not long Jim, why?"

"Do I have time to take a shower? Feeling kind of sweaty after working out."

"Yeah...hey, c'mere for a minute first, okay?"

Jim walked to the kitchen, a puzzled look on his face "What's up, Chief?"

Blair pressed the bigger man up against the counter, and wound his arms around Jim's neck, pulling his head down. "I am, actually. Thought I could help you with that shower thing," he replied before pressing his lips against Jim's.

"Mmm...How?" The bigger man gasped.

"Like this," Blair responded, pulling Jim's tank top over his head and tossing it on the floor. Before Jim could reply in any way, Blair's tongue darted out and began stroking across Jim's chest, paying close attention to the pink nipples that were now peaked from excitement. He laved each one in turn with his tongue, then returned to scrape his teeth gently across them, nipping gently.

Jim moaned and threaded his fingers through Blair's hair, holding that wonderful, tormenting mouth close to his aching flesh. Blair rubbed his face over Jim's broad chest, the tang of sweat tickling his nose. He felt Jim's flesh ripple under his mouth as he sucked a taut nipple deep into the warm recesses of his mouth, giving it a soft bite. He licked and nipped at Jim's chest, finding each droplet of sweat and washed the bare expanse of flesh clean. Jim growled deep in his throat, a fire building up in his gut under Blair's ministrations.

Blair leaned his head back, grinning up at him, tempting him to capture the lush reddened lips. He could feel Jim's erection straining against the sweatpants. He darted his tongue out and licked at the corner of Jim's mouth. He pulled away when Jim tried to kiss him. Jim caught his face between his hands and tilted Blair's chin up. He slowly lowered his head and brushed his lips over Blair's. Blair leaned into him, rubbing his hard cock over Jim's.

"You are so sweet", Jim moaned as Blair rocked against him. Jim tightened his grip, biting at Blair's mouth and ground his body hungrily into Blair's.

Blair groaned low in his throat as Jim's mouth moved over his, teasing with little bite against his lips before moving down, nibbling along his jawline. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to Jim's hungry mouth, breathing exploding in a gasp when the bigger man latched onto the skin with his teeth before sucking deeply.

"Oh, yeah, man..." he breathed, trying to pull Jim closer against him. Jim bent him back a little further, exposing Blair's Adam's apple, swirling his tongue over it before sucking on it briefly. Blair shuddered at the erotic sensation and clutched at Jim shoulders as the other man began mouthing his nipples through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. The small nubs hardened into aching peaks as the warm mouth worried at them through the rough/soft cloth.

"You've got too many clothes on, Sandburg," Jim growled low before ripping the T-shirt off Blair.

Blair moaned his agreement as Jim began his own not-so-subtle torture, nibbling and sucking on Blair's now exposed nipples. He began to undo the fastenings of his jeans, pushing the offending garment down his legs as best he could. Once his own cock was free he started to push Jim's sweats off, his only thought now was getting Jim's cock loose, and into him.

Blair worked his hands under the waistband and gave a quick yank. Jim's sweatpants pooled around his knees. Blair closed his hand around Jim's cock, rubbing a finger over the wet tip. A harsh grunt burst out of Jim, his hips surging upward to quicken Blair's grip.

"Harder Blair," he whispered the plea, and let out a hot breath when Blair complied with quick hard pumps. Jim arched his body over Blair's, running his hands down the smooth back of his guide. He caressed the satiny mounds, teasing at the cleft with his thumbs. He gasped when Blair suddenly let go leaving his throbbing cock thrusting out into emptiness. He moaned at the loss of sensation.

Blair licked his lips, "You know what I want". Turning himself around in Jim's arms, he bent over at the waist, exposing his naked flesh. Hunger gnawed at Jim's gut when Blair slowly reached his hands around and pulled his buttcheeks open.

Jim stared at Blair, seeing him exposed, vulnerable...his for the taking. He reached a hand onto the counter and grasped the bottle of olive oil that Blair had been using earlier. He poured a liberal amount into his hands, warming it slightly before dribbling it down Blair's cleft, coating the entire area.

Blair moaned and arched his back when Jim slid a finger into his aching body. He needed this...needed him! "Please, Jim...I want it...give it to me..."

"Patience, baby...You're gonna get it, I promise," Jim moaned when Blair tightened his muscles, squeezing around his finger.

"That could be your cock, lover...hurry, please..."

Jim slid a second finger into his lover's straining body, and watched in fascination as Blair relaxed and tightened himself around those fingers. He began rocking back and forth on them, and Jim felt his cock surge at the sight. "Okay," he said hoarsely, pouring more oil from the bottle. "You win." He coated his cock with the slick liquid, then placed it against Blair's anus.

Blair sighed as he felt Jim place the head of his cock against him. Then, nothing. He looked over his shoulder. "Jim?"

Jim grinned at him, eyes shining with love and desire. "How bad do you want it, baby? Bad enough to take it?"

"Oh, yeah..." Blair grasped the counter for support, then pushed his body back against Jim's, impaling himself on the hard cock waiting there for him. He and Jim groaned in unison as hot, tight flesh opened and spread, welcoming into its warmth the throbbing hard flesh. Blair straightened up slowly, then braced against the counter and began moving against Jim, back and forth.

Jim leaned forward, chest to Blair's back, also bracing, and allowed Blair to fuck himself on him. It was the most erotic feeling; to be penetrating in this position, and have Blair doing all the work. To have that tight channel enveloping him, moving around him as Blair slid back and forth on him. He groaned as he felt the unmistakable signs of orgasm beginning. His balls tightened up, filling with his offering to Blair. He reached a hand around to stroke Blair, bring him to completion with him. Blair growled when Jim's oil-slicked hand wrapped around his aching cock. He pounded himself back against his lover as the hand began to stroke him faster. Jim braced him a little more securely, then leaned his head down to nip at Blair's neck. The combination of sensations: Jim's cock in his ass; Jim's hand on *his* cock; teeth nipping at his neck, overloaded his system, and Blair threw his head back, a wordless scream of ecstasy working its way up out of his throat.

Jim felt Blair's body tighten around him, squeezing him in almost unbearable pleasure, forcing his climax. He slammed himself into Blair, and held there while wave after wave of pleasure rose and fell through him; hot juices warming Blair's insides. Blair leaned against the counter, hands grasping for support. Jim rested against his back, needing the support yet trying not to squash Blair with his weight. They held that position for several minutes, Jim still inside Blair, until Blair turned slightly in the embrace.

"God, that was great, lover." He brought a hand up to caress Jim's face. "Kitchen sex--who'd have thought you could have so many uses for olive oil?"

Jim smirked. "The Greeks," he joked. Then, more seriously, "That was great, Chief. You were so hot..." he broke off, eyes heating slightly as he remembered. "I still need a shower though..."

THE END!