Scarlet skin, radiating heat…Jim can almost see it, hovering over
Blair's skin like a mirage. He smoothes on aloe vera, dousing the
flames, and ignores Blair's yelp of protest that it feels cold.
God, it's like touching the sun safely, and he loses himself in the way
the gel melts against that blaze, thinning second by second, so that
the barrier between his hand and Blair's skin soon dissipates. Over and
over, his hand strokes, so gently now, over that stinging, tingling
skin.
"So have you learned your lesson?"
Blair only sighs by way of reply and Jim administers a reproving prod
to Blair's ribs.
"Hey!"
"Well?"
"God, you're such a -- I've learned my lesson, okay?" Blair says,
turning his head to scowl up at Jim, who meets the accusing glare
calmly. "No falling asleep when I sunbathe."
Jim nods, accepting that, and lets his hand go lower, his fingers,
slick with gel, sliding between cheeks his hand, not the sun, painted
red that morning. Blair grunts, a grumbled, grudging sound -- why he's
pissed with Jim is a mystery, but somehow his sunburn is all Jim's
fault -- and spreads his legs wider, pushes his ass up.
"More," he demands. "Put them in me."
Jim chuckles and brings his hand down just once on that steaming,
sizzling ass, before doing as he's told.