Papers to grade and things to do 
By Taleya

Blair idly blew a curl out of his face as he reached for another folder.  Essay grading.  He hated essay grading.  There were so many other things he’d rather be doing, like for example, fucking Jim’s brains out in a variety of interesting and physically dubious positions - like on this dining table for instance, using some ideas from that new Karma Sutra book he got yesterday......

He felt soft fingers ghost across his cheeks from behind as strong hands drew his hair back over his shoulders. “Jim....” he sighed longingly.  “I have to do these papers.”

Strong hands started a slow massage, working away the knots formed by too many hours in the one position.  Blair rolled his head from side to side, moaning appreciatively.  “Oh, man.....Thanks, Jim....”

The hands dipped lower...lower...sliding inside his shirt to caress the upper limits of his chest.

I am so not turned on right now.  I am so not turned on right now. Blair repeated his mantra as he turned another page on the essay in front of him.  He had to get these papers graded tonight, even if Jim -

His writing went a little wonky as those hands smoothed over his nipples, damp with his own sweat.  Almost involuntarily, as if they were attached to two tiny pieces of string, he felt them harden. I am SO not turned on right now.  I am SO not turned on right now.

The hands moved lower, smoothing across his stomach, individual fingers toying with the hairs.  Jim had both his hands deep inside his shirt now, up to his elbows, fingers roaming, hot breath ghosting across the anthropologists’ neck as the hands crept lower....

IamsonotturnedonrightnowIamsonotturnedonrightnowIamso - who the hell am I kidding?  His shorts - his very  baggy shorts - looked like a teepee as he grew the mother of all hard-ons. “Jim,” Blair squeaked, then dropped his voice back down to normal. “Jim, babe, I have to grade these now.”

The hands abruptly stopped their roaming.  “Fine.”  Jim walked away and sat on the couch.

Blair nervously tried to follow him with his eyes, without turning his head.  Was Jim upset or not?  Damn, it was so hard to tell with the Ellison Poker Face.

The anthropologist quickly ruffled through another essay and scribbled a few comments before flicking his eyes back to his partner.

Who was watching him.

And grinning.  That slow, lazy Ellison grin that sent a curl of desire up Blair’s stomach every time.

Blair reached out and grabbed another essay.  He didn’t need ESP to tell what Jim was grinning at.  Hell, he didn’t need Sentinel eyesight either.  If he got any harder, Blair was in danger of tipping his papers off the table.

Three essays to go.

Think of something else...think of something else...The Dolson case...Nature documentaries - yeah, nature documentaries.  All those animals running around doing....oh no.  Not THAT

He grabbed another essay and started on it.

Joel, naked, sprawled provocatively in the back seat of the ‘Vair.  For a minute, it actually worked.  Then, his mind turned traitor, slowly morphing the burly Captain into Jim, sweat gleaming on taunt nipples, trailing down tight abdominals to....  Blair uttered a strangled little whimper and frantically pawed for the final essay.

He quickly scanned the contents, flicking through the pages at warp speed.  Yep, yep, yep.  Good, blah blah blahblahblah  he scribbled an illegible paragraph, tossed the folder on the pile and sprang from the chair.  Finished at last.

Quickly shedding his clothes, he crossed the loft naked and sat on the couch next to Jim, curling his legs under him.  Reaching forward, Blair stroked the tip of his fingers across his partners cheek.  “Jiiiiiiiiiim,” he purred.

The Sentinel flicked down a corner of his paper.  “Yes?”

Blair casually swung a leg over Jim’s and gently nibbled his earlobe.  “I finished my grading,” he sang quietly.

Jim harrumphed and shook his paper.  “What makes you think I’m that easy?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

Blair grinned broadly at the proffered challenge. “This.”  He swung his hips so that he was sitting astride his partner, and leaned forward, ever so slightly.  His burgeoning erection brushed softly against Jim, whose penis popped up with an audible sproing.

“Good reason.” Jim whispered hoarsely, dropping his paper.  “What else have you got?”

Blair leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, hands busy at the other man’s shirt buttons.  “This,” he nuzzled at his neck. “And this.”  He nibbled teasingly on Jim’s bottom lip.  Two tongues did graceful battle and decided on a truce.

“Keep going.....”

“This....”  Blair bowed his head and let his tongue carefully circle on taunt nipple, then the other.  “And this....”   he moved lower, circling Jim’s navel, tongue dipping briefly inside before moving lower to nuzzle at the straining boxers.  He smiled as Jim gasped, moving slowly, lazily, back up to taste the sweat gleaming on his lovers body.

“Oooohh Jesus....”

Tongue playing teasingly on the straining cords at the other man’s neck, Blair moved his hands to slowly slide his lovers shirt off, eyes beaming happily at the sight revealed.  “Then there’s this.....” he moved slowly behind the Sentinel, kissing his way across one broad shoulder as he brushed ever so slightly against the other man’s thigh.

“Blair.....”

The anthropologist moved around fully, legs splayed either side of the other man as he kissed the knot of vertebrae at the base of his neck.  “Then, of course, there’s always this” he panted softly. Dipping his thumbs down the sides of Jim’s boxers, he slowly slid them down.

Jim shifted back impatiently on the couch.  “Ah ah ah,” admonished Blair softly, licking a finger before reaching down. “You haven’t heard my final argument...”

Jim gasped and moaned as his lover’s finger entered him, rubbing slowly against his prostate.  A second finger followed, then a third.  “But the definitive point,” Blair whispered, slowly moving closer to his lover’s back as his hands reached around to grasp his cock.  “Is always this.”

Jim shifted backwards as Blair entered him, moulding his ass into Blair’s pelvis, hands wrapping around the other man’s as they began to rock, slowly at first, then harder and harder as they lost control.  Jim nearly zoned in ectasy as Blair moved his free hand around to tweak at a nipple, tongue constantly moving from his back to his ear, face nuzzling his hair as his hands slid slowly, then fast up and down his shaft, thumb softly brushing the tip.  “Oh, God, Blair...”

Lost in the sensation now, the anthropologist moved his mouth along those strong shoulders as he came closer and closer to climax.  Finally he came and bit down hard on Jim’s shoulder with a cry.  The sensation of pain, mixed with the hot feeling of his lovers seed pushed Jim over the edge, and he came explosively, white droptlets splashing the coffee table.  Panting, Blair was a boneless weight on his back, slowly sliding down one side to rest on the cushions.

Turning, Jim stretched out on the couch beside his lover, and bent to kiss the full lips.  “So,” panted the anthropologist.  “Are we agreed?”

Jim nodded. “Oh yeah,” he smiled.  “I’m easy.”  Then he bent to take another kiss.

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Last modified: November 12, 2010