Its okay, Simon, Blair said hastily. Im not going to do the jealousy thing here or anything. Just the opposite. I just wanted to know, I mean, do you still feel the same way about Jim? Do you still think hes attractive? When Simon glanced up, jaw dropping, Blair warned, Be careful, Simon, and remember youre answering that question in front of my lover, the human lie detector.
Then I plead the Fifth, he said. Hell, much more of this and Ill be pleading for a fifth. Of Scotch.
Blair glanced at Jim. Jim grinned and nodded.
Um, this is kind of embarrassing, Blair began, feeling his cheeks heat. But
Embarrassing for you? Simon demanded.
Blair chuckled weakly.
What I was going to ask, he said, was uh how about me?
Simons jaw dropped again.
How about you what? he said lamely.
I mean Blairs face was positively blazing now. I mean if I wasnt with Jim, and you knew I liked guys, and I, you know, showed signs of interest, would you have, like, been interested too?
Oh, Sandburg, we are not even going there, Simon said firmly. I happen to know that Jim keeps at least two sidearms around this loft, and theres a whole lot of pointy objects in the kitchen, so dont even ask me things like that!
We should have gotten him drunker, Jim said sourly.
Cant make decisions like that while intoxicated, Big Guy, Blair reminded him. Go on, tell Simon he doesnt need his kevlar.
Go ahead, Simon, Jim encouraged. He held up both hands to show he was unarmed. I promise, no violent reprisals.
What are you two up to? Simon said suspiciously. Yeah, sure, Sandburgs a looker and hes got a really great ass and ah, shit. Forget I just said that, okay? Youre taping this, arent you? This is some kind of big joke, and youre going to play this all over the PA at the station, right?
No, Simon, Jim said, very softly. No joke. We just wanted to make sure youd like your birthday present.
Oh boy, Simon said warily. I know Im going to regret asking this, but what birthday present are you talking about?
I hope youre not going to regret it, Blair chuckled. And its us. Were your birthday present.
Us. Simon swallowed heavily. Us as in uh
Yeah, Jim said quietly. As in uh. He glanced at Blair almost pleadingly. Now?
Blair smiled and nodded. This was so hard for Jim; he tended to get all tangled up in his emotions.
Yeah, go on, Big Guy, he said. Take your time. I laid everything out for you in the playroom. Jim sighed relievedly and dashed almost headlong into the bathroom.
Uh, youre kidding, right? Simon said in a surprisingly small voice, and Blair turned back to face him.
No, were not kidding, he said. Listen, Simon, you dont have to do anything you dont want to, okay? Were just offering ourselves to our closest and dearest friend, and offering him a chance to get closer. Do you think you can get into that?
Simon swallowed hard. Blair could see he was shaking.
Um Jesus, Simon said, shaking his head. This is a hell of a load to drop on someone, you know? And where the hells Ellison gone, anyway?
Hes gone to clean up and change, Blair said. These kind of confrontations are real uncomfortable for him, and you and I need some time to talk. See, I know what you and Jim talked about when you discussed dating.
Simon glanced away uncomfortably.
And I know Jim told you he needs someone to play hard with him, Blair said quietly. I know you couldnt fulfill those needs for him, and Im just telling you that you dont have to worry about it. I can take care of that part of Jim. He wont need that from you, okay? So dont panic when he comes out here and you see him with a collar, okay?
Simon looked like he was ready to panic now.
Collar? You mean hes youre going to
Kind of, Blair said, smiling reassuringly. Right now Jims real nervous, and he feels safe when Im in charge, so I told him we could do it this way. Theres other reasons, too. You need to accept that this is part of Jim too. You dont have to be a top for him, but he needs to know youre okay with it. He gazed at Simon levelly. Can you be okay with it?
Simon took a deep breath.
I dont know, he admitted. I mean, how uh hard are we talking here?
Jim likes some pain with his pleasure, Blair said plainly. He likes to be restrained and sometimes he needs punishment. Mostly what he needs is me showing him that Im in charge, taking the weight off him for a while. We dont play that often, just once in a while. But he needs that tonight to cope with this. Hes really scared because he cares so much about you. He doesnt want to ruin your friendship, but he wants more. So do I. Im scared too, but somebodys got to be brave here.
Blair took a deep breath to calm himself.
Like I said, neither of us wants to push you into something you dont want, he said. So how about if Jim and I kind of get things started, okay, and you decide what happens from there. I mean, you can call a halt to the whole thing and we can turn on the TV, or you can watch us and do your own thing, if you know what I mean, or you can join in. Whatever you decide is okay. Can you accept that much? Please?
Simon was silent for a long time, so long that Blair began to worry. At last Simon nodded, very slowly.
Okay, he said quietly. That much I can take. Wait and see, I mean. He shook his head ruefully. If I dont bust out my inseam, that is.
Blair sighed with relief.
Cool, he said cheerfully, pulling out the clothes hed stashed under the couch. Listen, do you mind if I change clothes out here real quick? The looks important to Jim, and weve got a couple things to talk about.
Mind if Simon swallowed. No, uh, go right ahead.
Thanks. Blair hurriedly pulled off his jeans and briefs and stepped into his leather pants, trying not to grin as Simon gazed intently into his teacup. Its okay, Simon. You can look. We offered, after all, and you accepted. Unless you want to back out already.
Simon swallowed again, but Blair could see that judging from the very impressive tenting effect in Simons pants, not all of him was embarrassed. Simon looked up. Then his jaw dropped.
What the hell is that?
What? Then Blair grinned. Oh. The tattoo, you mean?
Simon nodded dumbly.
I actually got that the night before the Shelburn stakeout, Blair chuckled. I was stinking drunk. That tattoo is what got Jim and me together, kind of. Wed both been interested in each other for a long time, but it wasnt until Jim found out about the tattoo that we had the nerve to go for it. He met Simons eyes. Hows your nerve so far, Simon?
Im not backing out, Simon said, very softly.
Im glad. Blair zipped the leather pants and pulled on his black mesh tank top, quickly shoving his feet into the leather boots. He pulled his hair back tightly before pulling on his thin leather gloves, then grinned at Simon. Well? What do you think?
Jesus. Simons voice was utterly stunned. I dont believe it.
You will, Blair promised. He sat back down. Ill need a minute to meditate, get into the mindset. But before that, a couple things, okay?
He gazed at Simon seriously.
Once we start, Blair said quietly, Im James not Jim, Simon, James Master. Me and nobody else. He answers to me, and Im responsible for his pleasure, his discipline, his safety. Thats why Im laying down the rules right now.
Im pretty much okay with any kind of lovemaking, Blair continued. And so is James, so feel free to jump right in, unless James uses his safeword or I say otherwise. But tonight, Im sorry, Simon, you dont fuck him or me not with your cock, at least; weve got some toys you can use if you want, and fingers and mouths are fine too. Part of the Sentinel thing is that Jim sometimes gets very territorial, and I dont want to push his boundaries when hes so stressed. Thats not a permanent limit, just for now.
For now, Simon repeated slowly. You mean this isnt a one-time thing?
Thats up to you, Blair said gently. You could never be a one-time thing for us, Simon. You mean a lot more to us than that. As far as were concerned, our hearts and our bed are open to you anytime you want to be there.
For a moment Simons eyes looked suspiciously bright. Then he sipped his tea and pulled himself together.
Okay. Is that it?
No. Blair cleared his throat. I dont see James needing punishment tonight, but if he does, hell give me a reason. If thats the case, I punish him and you dont make a fuss about it. I would never, ever hurt James or push him over limits that weve worked out together. He trusts me, and youll have to trust me too.
You dont gag James or put anything over his nose or mouth. If hes sucking you, you can push into his mouth but you will not hold or pull on his head. Hes got a phobia about asphyxiation.
Apart from those rules, we use a traffic light safeword system. Green light means go. Yellow light means were heading into a danger zone; we pause while I find out whats wrong, then slow down or take a different direction. Red light means everything stops immediately, and if James is restrained, whichever of us can do it first cuts him loose. Then the scene is over, period, and James is back to Jim. If you notice James zoning before I do, stop me then and there so I can take care of it.
I need you to be okay with those rules, Blair said, holding Simons gaze. Because every one of those rules is for James his safety, his needs. And those are all way, way more important during a scene than anything you or I like or want or need or are comfortable with. Jim is such a big macho guy that maybe you have no idea how fragile he really is inside. If you break one of the rules and endanger Jims physical or emotional well-being, I will fucking kill you.
Hed expected certain reactions from Simon maybe anger, outrage, reluctance. He hadnt expected the slow, quiet nod, or the faint sadness in Simons eyes.
Jims told me some of the things that have happened to him, the Captain said quietly. I understand. Believe me, I do. Its one of the reasons I agreed with Jim that wed better not try to take it beyond friendship. Because his fears, his needs I knew I had no idea how to handle it. He smiled slightly. Im glad he found somebody who did. Dont worry, Sandburg. Where Jim sorry, James is concerned, Ill follow your lead.
Blair smiled, allowing himself a sigh of relief.
Blair, he said.
Hmm? Simon glanced up again.
Blair, Blair corrected gently. All things considered, dont you think first names are in order? As in, leave the office at the office?
Simon grinned abashedly.
Okay, he said. Blair.
Thanks, Simon, Blair said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Now give me a minute here.
He went through his meditative ritual, letting the rest of the world drop away, closing off parts of himself and opening others. He didnt remake himself or put on a persona to become James Master; he simply let a few seldom-used facets of Blair Sandburg out to play for a little while.
When he opened his eyes he was calm, centered. In control.
Jesus Christ, Simon said softly. You have the most incredible eyes.
Blair Sandburg might have blushed at the compliment. James Master accepted it as his due.
Thanks. Oh, and Simon?
Hmm? Simon was still staring.
Either of us would probably be happy to fuck you if you want, Blair said calmly. But if you want Jim to fuck you, be warned. He can get a little primal at times. He turned his back to Simon and swept his tail of hair aside, displaying the big bruised bite mark between his neck and his shoulder. So if you want to tempt the fates, be prepared to wear a turtleneck on Monday.
Jesus Christ, Simon said again, but it didnt appear to be a sound of either fear or disgust.
Blair glanced down at Simons lap. The tent had gotten bigger. He grinned. This was going to be too much fun.
Slowly he walked to the couch, stopping right in Simons face. Well, part of him was right in Simons face. Simon stared at the lacings of Blairs leather trousers as if the answer to the riddle of life was written there. Blair squatted abruptly, gazing into Simons very flustered eyes.
Its okay, Simon, he purred in his Guide voice, wondering whether it would have the same effect on the Captain as it did on Jim. Theres nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about. Were your friends. You can trust us. Youve trusted us with your life and with your sons life. We care about you so much. You can trust us.
My God, it was working! He could see the tension seeping out of Simons taut muscles, see the captain slowly relaxing. Blair decided to up the ante. He rested both leather-gloved hands lightly on Simons knees and stroked slowly, lightly up the tops of his thighs. Simon froze but permitted the touch.
Its okay, Simon, Blair soothed. Jims the one who bites. I dont. Then he grinned wickedly. Unless you ask me to.
Simon drew in a rather unsteady breath. The tent was positively monumental now. Barnum & Bailey would have been interested in that one.
Blair picked up one of Simons hands, still moving slowly. He guided the hand to his face, ran Simons fingertips down over his cheekbones to his lips. He flicked out his tongue, cat-licking the end of Simons fingers. The bigger man groaned and what looked like a minor earthquake shook the tent. Blair trailed the tip of his tongue down the underside of Simons finger and slowly traced the lines in his palm. He could only hope the tent was at full stand now; otherwise hed be forced to call the Guinness Book of World Records and consider additional medical insurance for the future.
I think youre getting in the mood now, Blair whispered. What do you think?
Simon took a deep shuddering breath.
I think Ji- -- James had better get the hell back in here, he said. Or hes going to come back to a sight that might set off that territorial thing you were talking about.
Blair listened for a moment.
Hes out of the bathroom, so he wont be long now, he said. Dont be so nervous. Neither of us are going to rape you, or do anything to make you puke, or send you home with a bad case of blue balls, okay? Just relax. Let me help.
Before Simon could say anything, Blair slid his hands down Simons legs to his stockinged feet, pulling off Simons socks. He lifted Simons left foot into his lap and began slowly massaging it.
Ohmigod, Simon groaned, letting his head fall back. Blair grinned to himself. Jim swore he had magic in his hands. He didnt know about that, but anybody who lived with Naomi Sandburg learned every kind of massage imaginable, and that particular skill had come in very, very useful more than once in Blairs wide and varied dating life.
Like that, huh? Blair said softly.
If I liked it any more Id need a safeword myself, Simon rumbled, closing his eyes.
Blair heard a soft, almost unnoticeable sound and smiled. His lover was the master of the sneak attack. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jim kneeling a short distance away, his collar in his hands. Blair ignored him, continuing his massage of Simons feet for a few minutes longer. Then he released the foot and stood.
Collar, James, he said.
Jim presented his collar, silently raising his chin to allow Blair to fasten it around his neck. Blair heard Simons gasp, and he fought down a smile as he fastened the collar securely, checking to make sure it wasnt too tight. Jim was indeed a sight to gasp over.
Ordinarily Blair didnt have Jim wear anything apart from his cock and ball strap and maybe a harness to hold a plug inside him. Today Blair had decided to forego the plug harness, but hed laid out Jims full body harness and Jims wrist and ankle cuffs. Hed also instructed Jim to oil his skin, and his beautiful buff body gleamed enticingly.
Blair held out his gloved hands and Jim kissed them warmly, backs, palms, fingertips. Jim had suggested this part of their ritual, and Blair had been and still was touched by the love in this particular act of worship. When Jim was done, Blair cupped his fingers under Jims chin, pressing gently upward.
Up, James, he said. Let Simon have a look at you.
Jim flushed but stood silently, the way Blair liked him to head up, back straight, hands at his sides, legs well apart. He wasnt tense, however, and Blair was glad to see it. This was a nervous time for Jim, but he knew Blair would take care of him, keep him safe.
Blair turned to gauge Simons reaction, afraid their friend would simply head straight for the door, bare feet notwithstanding. To his relief, although Simon seemed frozen in shock, his eyes were hot and interested and the tent hadnt shrunk one bit. In fact, that call to Guinness might not be out of order.
Turn, James, Blair said, and Jim turned obligingly, showing Blair and Simon the gorgeous sculptured muscles of his back and legs, not to mention that unbelievable perfect ass. Isnt he beautiful, Simon? Absolutely perfect.
Simon took a deep, shaky breath.
Beautiful, he whispered.
Turn, James, Blair said, and Jim turned back to face them. Blair gestured to indicate a place on the carpet right in front of Simon. Kneel.
Jim knelt, keeping his eyes on Blair. That was the rule, so Blair would never miss the first sign of a zoneout. Blair stroked his cheek softly with the backs of his gloved fingers; Jim almost purred.
I know this is new for you, James, Blair said softly. Are you all right?
Yes, Master, Jim said just as softly.
What are your safewords?
Yellow and red, Master.
Blair gently clasped the back of Jims neck, smiling as Jim relaxed instinctively into his touch.
Do you want Simon, James? Do you want him with us?
Jims eyes stayed steadily on Blairs.
Yes, Master. Then Jim frowned slightly. Master, a question?
Go ahead, James, Blair encouraged.
Jims eyes flickered to Simon, then back.
Master, how should I address... His voice trailed off.
Blair frowned. He hadnt thought of that, but he should have. All right, fast. Simon? No. Always something separate from our everyday lives. Sir? Captain? No, same problem. Master? Out of the question. Okay. Got it.
You will address Simon as Mr. Banks, James, Blair said. Will that suffice, Simon? He glanced at Simon firmly. Dont question me.
To his credit, Simon didnt even hesitate.
Yes, thats fine, Blair.
Thank you, Master, Jim said quietly. Thank you, Mr. Banks.
Simon, maybe youd like to give James a kiss? Blair suggested, raising one eyebrow challengingly.
Simon scowled at Blair; then with great dignity he leaned forward, cupped his hand around the back of Jims head and kissed him. At some length. It was by no means a platonic kiss. Jim moaned into Simons mouth and his bound cock jumped violently. Abruptly Simon released Jims mouth and laid a series of hot, wet kisses down the side of Jims neck, then back up, then Oh, man has he got Jim pegged! straight for the earlobe. Jims hands clenched into fists in his fight to stay still and his moan could have registered on the Richter Scale.
Simon, Blair chided. Take it easy. Were just getting started.
Simon sat back, breathing hard. Blair didnt have to be a Sentinel to read all the signs of arousal dilated eyes, light sweat, rapid breathing, by God flared nostrils!
James, since Simon already has his shoes and socks off, and since youre down there, Blair said, grinning to himself, I want you to pick up his feet and suck on his toes for a while. Oh, Sandburg, you are SO evil, man.
Jim picked up Simons left foot and Blair bit his lip. Shit, I didnt even think, what if Simon has smelly feet and his sense of smell freaks, damn it
But apparently that wasnt the case because Jim dove into Simons feet like he might pounce on a Wonderburger after a solid week of tofu and bean sprouts, and one glance at the meticulously trimmed nails on Simons free foot reassured Blair that this was a man who definitely took good care of his feet, so he relaxed and enjoyed watching Simon moan and shudder under the ministrations of that hot mouth.
So much for no common ground. Jim, Simon, what I believe we have here is a three-way intersection of monumental proportions. Gentlemen, prepare for ignition.
Blair let Jim enjoy the tongue-lashing he was administering for several minutes before he grabbed Jims hair it was just long enough now to provide a good grip and pulled him back firmly.
Enough, James, he said quietly, fighting down a giggle at Simons expression of mingled relief and outrage, although thank God Simon knew better than to contradict him. I told Simon we wouldnt push him. Go stand under the railing and raise your hands over your head.
Jim gave Blair a look of pure heat and complied without a word. In their many discussions about these scenes, Blair had told Jim that he preferred that Jim not respond verbally to every order; he preferred Yes, Master to be a thought-out answer, not a rote response. Jim had agreed; he liked the additional submissiveness of keeping silent.
Blair hurried upstairs and draped the length of sturdy chain over the rail to hang down to Jims hands.
Simon, would you help me, please?
Simon stood and walked over to Jims side.
What do you need? he said hesitantly.
Fasten the clips at the end of the chains to the D-rings on the backs of Jims cuffs, Blair told him. Then take the extra clip its on the end of one of the chains and fasten the two D-rings together, if you would.
Simon shivered but fastened the clips, and Blair adjusted the length of the chain to give Jim the right amount of slack. He walked back downstairs and ducked into the playroom to fetch the spreader bar Jim had cleverly made from a few cheap pieces from the hardware store. It was amazing, Blair reflected, how much one could save on kinky sex equipment when one had a handyman in the house.
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