"Longest night," Blair tells him, just before they go upstairs. "Winter
solstice. We should do something."
"Like what?"
He shouldn't have asked. Blair launches into a lengthy description of
solstice rituals and customs until, even loving him as he does (a lot,
hell, yes), Jim tunes out the meaning and just listens to the familiar
cadences, the excited rise and fall of Blair's voice.
Blair seems to be saying 'naked' a lot, which surprises Jim not one
little bit. Well, it’s a starting point. Cutting Blair off
mid-sentence, he begins to strip, right there in front of the fire,
returning Blair's smile, that mellows from delighted to something
sultry, darker.
He doesn't make it a show or a tease but he makes it slow and relaxed.
No hurry. Not tonight, not on this endless winter night. He can see the
approval in Blair's eyes like a mirror.
The flicker of the flames and the candlelight feel right against his
skin, as the cold blaze of electricity wouldn’t be; small, hand-kindled
sparks in the darkness.
He watches Blair wriggle out of his clothes without rising, Blair
choosing speed over grace, and feels… connected to the past once
they're both naked. Maybe it's a Sentinel response.
Or, as Blair stands and walks over to him, and then falls to his knees,
hands wandering in a slow, reverent hush over Jim's body, maybe it's
just a human one.
His hands drop to stroke Blair's hair and they stay like that for a
while, until he guides Blair's hands and mouth to where he needs them
to be and lets himself rock languidly into the roll and lick of Blair's
tongue for a while.
Wet, hard, he steps back and smiles down into Blair's face, his
absorbed, aroused, anticipatory face with its spit-shined lips.
"I'm going to fuck you until dawn," he says and means it. "I'm going to
be in you, on you, with you, all through the night until the sun comes
back."
"Going to keep me safe?"
Jim shows his teeth. "Not exactly."
Blair chuckles, low and rich, and leans in to set his teeth --
carefully -- in the tight, stretched skin of Jim's hipbone. He sucks up
a mark, with Jim aware of every pop and burst as the hot red bruise
forms. "Yeah. It's not a night to huddle in fear. It's a night to
scream up at the stars, defy the darkness." He sways in place, and
nods. "Yeah…" he says softly.
"I'll make you scream," Jim promises.
"I'll make you forget how to," Blair replies, and drags his thumb over
the head of his cock, circling and sliding in the thin sheen coating
it. He starts to bring his hand to his mouth.
Jim's on him before he gets the chance to suck his thumb clean, but he
goes for the source.
He doesn't let Blair come. Not yet, not for either of them. Too soon.
They're still using words to beg.
Too soon.