So where are we going again? Simon asked a little warily.
Jim grinned mysteriously.
Youll see, he said. Dont worry, Simon, were not leaving town and we wont make you turn your cell phone off.
Well okay, Simon said, settling back more comfortably in the seat.
Blair rejoiced. It had been a month since Simons birthday, since theyd invited the big captain into their hearts and their bed. In all that time they hadnt managed a repeat performance, and despite the heavy caseload that had kept them all busy, Blair worried, and he knew Jim did too, that Simon was simply having second thoughts about the wisdom of becoming involved with them. There were vigorously enforced rules against letting couples work together and even more vigorously enforced rules against romantic involvements with ones boss. Simon considered Jim and Blair an exception to the couples rule only because Jim probably couldnt continue working without Blair as his Guide. There was, however, no such compelling factor mandating a threesome with their captain only Simons loneliness, and Blair knew that that was very compelling and very real. Simon had never dated much since his divorce; hell, he was trying to sell his house now and buy something smaller, as if he had resigned himself to solitude.
But there was also, of course, the possibility that Simon simply didnt want this particular kind of relationship. Blair and Jim had thought and talked long and hard about it before Simons birthday, and there were still a few concerns about Jims instinctive territoriality Blair actually saw him growl at a girl who made a pass at Blair in a bar. Blair had his own concerns, too; the fact that Jim and Simon had been attracted to each other before Jim had even met Blair, even though theyd reluctantly decided not to pursue a relationship, made him a little uncomfortable, as did the fact that he wasnt precisely sure where he stood with Simon at all.
Still, he and Jim had decided to give Simon one more chance before translating Simons lack of action as lack of interest in going forward. Theyd told Simon about Fantasy Night hell, he was supposed to have been in the last one, but had involuntarily stood them up because of an emergency at the office and had told him it was his turn for the fantasy of his choice. Blair had waited with a little trepidation; he was pretty sure that whatever fantasies Simon might have had probably only involved Jim.
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Simon had listened; then he grimaced.
I cant say Im much of a fantasy person, he said. Hell, most of the time Im either too tired to do anything but sleep, or too horny to last more than a minute after weeks of being too tired to do anything but sleep.
Oh, come on, Jim teased. Everybodys got fantasies. It doesnt even have to be one you actually jerked off to. Surely something gets you hot.
Well, Blairs hustler fantasy was pretty damned hot, he admitted. Hell, I hardly got anything done that evening for thinking about what I was missing.
Hey, Ive still got my outfit, Blair offered. And Jim promised you a raincheck.
No, thank you, Simon said firmly. I dont think my heart could stand it.
Come on, Simon, Blair coaxed. Everybodys got something they think about, something they can only dream about a lover giving them. He saw the expression in Simons eyes and knew hed scored a hit. Give.
It isnt a fantasy, he protested. I mean, not like that.
Doesnt matter. Just tell us, Blair said softly.
Simon looked unaccountably embarrassed.
Well, a couple weeks before my birthday, I guess Jim had a sore back, and you took him back in the bathroom
Oh, yeah, I remember, Jim laughed. You walked in on us. Jesus, Simon, the look on your face youd have thought Blair was giving me head or something.
To tell you the truth, I thought he was. Me and every other detective in the bullpen, I might add, he mumbled.
So what, Jim chuckled, your wild fantasy is Blair giving you head in the Cascade PD bathroom?
No! Simon looked appalled, then even more embarrassed. Its just I walked in there and he was rubbing your back, and I God, at that moment I was never more jealous of anybody in my life.
Blair was interested.
Jealous of who? he asked. Me or Jim?
Simon shook his head.
I dont know, he said softly. Either of you. Both of you. Jim, I guess. Having someone to touch him like that, take care of him. He sighed. I like sex, dont get me wrong. But wild sex is cheap, guys, a quick sweaty thrill that doesnt keep you warm in a big lonely house and a big empty bed at night. Warm arms and loving touches, God, I miss that. Someone to wake up to in the morning, someone who smiles when you kiss them. Someone to rub your back. Joan used to do that, back in the days when it was still good with us. Id come in all worn out, or she would, and wed exchange back rubs or foot rubs.
He grinned sheepishly.
You know, Sa- -- Blair, that was what won me over that night you asked me to join you two. Not the kinky outfit or that hot little program you laid out for us it was when you rubbed my feet.
Blair glanced at Jim and grinned. Jim nodded slowly, smiling back.
Simon, Blair said delightedly, you just got yourself a fantasy.
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Simon swallowed hard when Jim pulled into the drive of Romantic Getaways.
Uh, guys, this is
A theme suite hotel, we know, Blair grinned. Wait till you see our room.
I brought Joan here once.
Really? Blair grinned. Which suite did you get? No let me guess. The Egyptian one?
Simon shook his head.
Oh, man, Blair chuckled. Like we need to imagine arctic cold around here. Come on, grab your suitcase.
Simon got out when Jim parked, pulling his suitcase out of the back.
Didnt you two pack anything? he asked, frowning.
We already unpacked when we got here earlier, so everythings set up, Jim said, chuckling evilly. We brought lots, dont worry.
Which room is it? Simon asked as Blair produced a key, unlocking one of the doors in the long hall.
Well, we argued about it, Blair admitted. Id originally thought Caesars Palace, its all Roman themed, but well, Jim tickled me till I gave in, okay? I mean, it was kind of inevitable, and it did have the biggest bath and the biggest bed, after all
He opened the door.
Welcome to Jungle Love, he said, grinning.
Actually Blair hadnt been displeased with Jims choice. The huge Jacuzzi was built into a simulated rock formation and the shower room, spacious and with four heads, was a simulated cave; the king-sized bed was cradled between low branches of an artificial tree. Jungle scenes were painted on all the walls and ceiling and artificial vines were draped and hung everywhere. Blair had carried out the jungle theme by bringing a couple of CDs of rainforest sounds and native music, mostly pipes and drums.
Well, this is going to be interesting, Simon said wryly, ducking an artificial branch that snaked across the ceiling.
Dont worry, Simon, Jim chuckled. I doubt youre going to be standing up very much.
Funny, I dont remember having a Tarzan fantasy, Simon said, smiling.
We never said you did, Blair said, opening a bottle of wine from the rooms small refrigerator, which theyd packed with goodies. The room theme isnt really important. Whats important is this is a nice, comfortable place where we wont be interrupted, where we have a great big bath and a great big bed and nothing to do but each other. He handed Simon a glass of wine.
Heres what I had in mind. I thought wed run that big tub full of hot, bubbling water while I light some candles, and then take a warm bath together by candlelight. And then I thought Jim and I would stretch you out on the floor and give you a long, slow full-body massage with warm scented oil Ive blended just for you. And then wed climb into that big bed, and, depending on what you want, make love, or talk, or sleep, or just cuddle.
Blair knew that once again he had scored a winner when Simon looked hastily away, but not before Blair had caught his incredulous expression.
Thats thats a hell of a fantasy youve put together there, Simon said, and Blair glanced at Jim, seeing in Jims returned glance that hed caught the faint shake in Simons voice. Blair knew Jim would understand where Simon was coming from, probably better than Blair himself; Jim shared that difficulty with expressing his feelings. Blair could also bet dollars to dimes that Jim was smelling some heavy pheromones right about now.
Is that a yes? Blair said softly, not wanting to push Simon too hard.
Hell, yes, its a yes, Simon said a little roughly. What do you think I am, a total idiot?
We dont think youre an idiot, Blair said, stepping close to Simon and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. We thing youre a sweet, loving, beautiful, sexy man wed like to be a part of our lives.
Simon raised an eyebrow and grinned a little awkwardly, but let Blair de-shirt him. Jim started the tub filling and dropped in the muslin bag of bath herbs Blair had prepared.
You know, somehow I dont think most of those adjectives came from Jim, Simon said, chuckling slightly.
Hey, Blairs the word man, Jim said, joining the attack, unbuttoning Simons jeans. I let him come up with the flowery phrases. Then he paused and laid a gentle kiss on the side of Simons neck. But that doesnt mean I dont share in the sentiments.
Simon shivered, apparently struck silent, but he belatedly retaliated, fumbling with Jim and Blairs clothes; laughing, they helped him, and articles of clothing flew in all directions, several catching in branches of the artificial tree and hanging there like bizarre ornaments.
The bath was full, and Jim pulled out the muslin bag, discarding it. Blair lit a few candles strategically placed on the rock formations around the tub, and they guided Simon into the warm water. They didnt turn on the jets, not wanting the noise and agitation of the water. Warm scented water, slippery bath gel and three hot bodies was more than enough for this tub.
Blair had brought a bath puff for the body wash, but Jim pointed out from previous experience that Blairs furry chest and belly were definitely the applicator of choice. Simon, after a test run, agreed in a rather breathless voice. Blair, thoroughly enjoying the process of Jim lathering him up, and Simon lathering himself up with Blair, couldnt dispute the substantial evidence in Jims favor; the rock hard and rather sizable proof was rubbing against him both fore and aft.
Blair realized with a surge of love what Jim was doing he was deliberately pushing Simon and Blair into confronting their desire for each other directly, not letting them put Jim in the middle. Hed done the same thing the first and only other time theyd been together, back at the loft. Blair hadnt told Jim about his own reservations, his well, lets be honest and call it jealousy, all right? But somehow Jim had known that Blair felt left out of the inner circle of long-term friendship and deep feelings that Jim and Simon had shared. Somehow Jim had known without words that while the bond was strong between Sentinel and Guide, and while there was a strong bond between Jim and Simon as well, it was the link between Simon and Blair they needed to establish now.
But that was Jims way, always understanding without being told, providing solutions without talk. Blair was the man of words. Jim studied a problem, decided on a solution, and acted on that decision without further ado.
Simons hands were sliding over Blairs soapy body more confidently now, mirroring the caresses that Jim bestowed on his back and sides, but Simons kiss was still hesitant, tentative and why not? Blair and Jim had had months to find out what they liked and when, how hard, how fast, where, how much; this was nothing but plain old-fashioned new-lover awkwardness, and that, at least, Blair was used to.
Then Simons finger curled through his nipple ring, tugging it gently, just as Jims mouth sucked hotly at the back of his neck, and Blair cried out, shuddering between the two hot, soapy bodies pressed against his own.
Ohmanohman, careful, Blair panted. Im enjoying this sandwich thing way too much for it to be over too soon. Besides, this is supposed to be Simons fantasy.
Who says its not? Simon said, bending his head to nibble on Blairs earlobe.
Blair was more than happy to be the filling in this sandwich cookie, and having the two largest cocks hed ever seen rubbing against him on both sides was damned near irresistible, but he remembered what Simon had said. It wasnt sex Simon needed right now, no matter how hot and slippery and wonderful. What Simon needed first was to feel loved. He needed intimacy first.
Then the hot sex.
Calm down just a little, Blair whispered in Simons ear, smiling as he discovered one of Simons erogenous zones, namely the thin skin just behind and below said ear. Let me and Jim finish washing you. Then its time for your massage.
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