A Kiss in the Dark (B/S)
Slow Hand (B/R)
Thanks, Blair (B/H)
All My Lovin' (B/J)

A Kiss in the Dark

"I don't like this one bit, Simon.  He's my partner.  I should be the one
with him in there!"  Jim protested.

"It won't work, Jim.  The sex ring we're trying to bust is run by African
Americans.  They are not going to let some -- " Simon struggled for
politically correct words.

Blair didn't hesitate as he approached the arguing men.

"Neo Nazi white boy whose attitude screams cop within a mile of them?"

"And what are you supposed to be made up as?"  Jim stared at his partner.
Blair was naked to the waist.  His ass was squeezed into supple black
leather pants that seemed to be sprayed onto his body.  His feet were in
some sort of sandal that made them look bare.  His curls spilled about his
shoulders in wild disarray.  Wide silver slave bands adorned his wrists.
A matching collar was at his throat.  Subtle makeup enhanced his exotic
features.  Was that glitter in his chest hair?

"I am Simon's slave for the evening.   Here's my leash, Captain."  Blair
handed Simon a supple silver chain which he clipped to the collar around
Blair's neck.

Jim could feel his blood beginning to boil.  There was no way in hell his
Blair was going into that club dressed like that on a leash held by Simon.

"Now wait a minute–"

"Jim, " Blair purred.  He had already slipped into his character for the
evening.  "Why don't you join Rafe and Brown in the surveillance van?
Ready, Simon?"  Blair flowed out of the safe house and into the waiting
limo.

Simon sat across from Blair in stunned silence for a moment, then began
laughing heartily.

"Do you control him this easily at home?"

Blair leaned forward and brushed his lips against Simon's.

"Don't let the slave outfit fool you, Simon.  I'm very much a top."

Simon swallowed.

"I'll remember that."

June 15, 2001

Slow Hand

Rafe was backing Blair up at the Peacock Lounge where Blair was undercover
as lounge singer.  Jim's partner had surprised them all with his beautiful
voice and ability to cover a wide variety of music.  He'd also looked
fabulous in the outfit the manager had insisted Blair wear.   The leather
pants and flowing white shirt gave Blair a look that melted the women in
the audience and confused the hell out of the men.

Including Rafe.  It had been all he could do to pay attention to the crowd
and be alert to help stop the man who was drugging and attacking patrons
of the lounge.  Jim and Brown had caught the guy and were processing him
down at the station.  Rafe and Blair had to finish up the evening's
entertainment at the Peacock Lounge.  Blair to finish his gig.  And Rafe
to watch over him under penalty of dismemberment from Jim.

Blair was about to do his last number.

"The Pointer Sisters originally did this song, but I always preferred
Conway Twitty's version of Slow Hand." Blair began to sing in his
beautiful baritone.

"As the midnight moon, was drifting through
The lazy sway of the trees
I saw the look in your eyes, lookin' into mine
Seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin' don't say a word, cause I already heard
What your body's sayin' to mine
You're tired of fast moves
You've got a slow groove
On your mind

You want a man with a slow hand
You want a lover with an easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
You want somebody who will understand
When it comes to love, you want a slow hand"

Oh, my God, Rafe thought.  Who is he singing to?  Just then Blair's eyes
sought out his.  Blair sang the entire song directly to Rafe.  The
audience loved it.  Rafe thought he'd have to drag Blair out of the
lounge.

Blair took a final bow and left the small stage area.  Rafe met him in the
tiny dressing room.

"Do you still have all night?"  Rafe asked timidly.

Blair slipped his arms around Rafe's waist

"It's all right, I've got time."

They kissed.

June 15, 2001

Thanks, Blair!

The bullpen was nearly empty.  The  detectives were out pursuing leads and
the support staff was busy elsewhere when Blair arrived.  Jim wasn't at
his desk.  Strange, he'd said that he would be at the station all day
today.

Blair set his backpack down and sat down to tackle Jim's paperwork.  It
wasn't that Jim was incapable of doing his own reports, Blair actually
liked doing them.  He would never tell Jim that, of course.  That would be
breaking a guy rule.

Henri came into the bullpen, grumbling,  carrying a stack of reports.

"H., my man, what's up?"  Blair greeted him.

"Reports from those burglaries in Barstow Hills."

"That got bumped to Major Crimes?"

"Yeah.  The last home that got broken into was a cousin of the Mayor's."

"And he complained to the Chief and the Chief yelled at Simon.   And Simon
assigned it to you and Rafe.  So where is Rafe?"

"He's out sick today.  That 24 hour flu bug's got him down."

"Ouch.  Anything I can help you with?"

"I don't know.  Maybe you'll notice something weird in the reports?"

The two men put their heads together over the reports of the burglaries
and suddenly Blair picked up something significant.  All of the Barstow
Hills residences used landscaping services.

"The same guy mows their lawns?  Why wouldn't Burglary have noticed that?
Besides they use different companies. Come on Blair, if it's that simple,
I'll kiss you in front of Jim," H.  declared knowing that Jim would never
tolerate another man touching Blair.

"Check it out, H."

Two days later, Henri and Rafe made several arrests.  It seemed that the
landscaping services were all run by the same shell company.  They made
Zeus Cleaning look like amateurs.

"Good work, guys.  Now back to work!"  Simon bellowed after the
congratulations were over in Major Crimes.

Blair sat on the edge of Henri's desk.

"I do believe there's the small matter of a bet."

"Blair, you wouldn't make me –"

"A bet's a bet,  H."

Jim was getting just a bit curious as to what was going on between his
lover and Henri Brown.

"He'll kill me!"

"Let me worry about that.  Now pay up.  I was right about the
landscapers."

Brown got up from his desk and put his arms around Blair.   He leaned
forward and pressed his lips to Blair's.  The kiss was over in only a
moment.

"Now was that so bad?"  Jim whispered from right behind him and laughed
hysterically when H screamed.

June 15, 2001

All My Lovin'

Blair was in an affectionate mood.  Unfortunately Jim was in a cleaning
frenzy.  Had he really cleaned the bathroom grout with a toothbrush?
Enough was enough.  Drastic measures had to be taken.

Blair slipped upstairs and stripped off his clothes and lay down in the
middle of their bed.  He began to lightly stroke his body, teasing his
nipples to hard pebbles.  He moaned as he moved down his belly to his
cock. He gently touched himself, arousing himself slowly.

Downstairs, Mr. Clean suddenly noticed something different in the loft.
The scent of his Guide had just gone from friendly to FRIENDLY!  Jim
dropped the cleaning sponge into the tub.

He stalked up the stairs to find his mate ready for him.

Blair looked up at Jim and fought the impulse to laugh at the yellow
gloves that protected his Sentinel's delicate skin.

"Join me?"  Blair invited.

The Sentinel stared for a moment, then shook his head as if to clear
it.  He tossed the Playtex living gloves over the railing and stripped
off his clothes without so much as a single fold.

Jim slid into bed with Blair.  Blair pulled Jim's head to his for a
passionate kiss.  Cleaning would be forgotten -- at least until
tomorrow.

June 15, 2001