"I don't know, I was okay with this whole
cop thing until they gave us the uniform today and then it kind of hit me. What was I
thinking?" Blair was in his old room, talking to himself more than Jim, but knowing
his lover could hear him.
"You got your uniform? Try it on, I bet you
look great in it. Now if I could just get you to cut your hair." Blair made a rude
gesture towards the kitchen, wondering idly if Jim could hear the displacement of air and
figure out which finger he was waving. Leaving the rest of the uniform spread out on his
bed, he pulled on the boots.
"Oh man, if Naomi could see me now!"
he exclaimed, voice somewhat mournful. With nothing else on the boots looked large and
menacing, the black leather a stark contrast to his pale skin.
"Come on, let's have a look."
Blair looked at his reflection in the mirror, a
soft grin lighting up his face as he imagined the look on Jim's face when he saw him in
all his naked-except-for-the-jackboots glory.
"So what do you think?" Blair asked
casually, as he slowly came out of the spare room. He could feel the smile pulling at the
corners of his mouth as Jim turned towards him, eyes on the soup he was stirring until the
last minute.
He looked up at Blair and promptly dropped the
spoon, splashing some of the hot liquid onto his hand. "Fuck!" he exclaimed,
jerking back at the burn. Blair was at his side in a moment, his boots clomping loudly
across the hardwood floor. He grabbed Jim's arm and shoved his hand under the tap, turning
the cold water on full.
"Geez, Jim, that's gotta hurt. I am *so*
sorry - it was supposed to be *funny*!" He examined Jim's hand closely, clucking over
the small red patch about the size of a quarter. "Okay, it doesn't look too bad, but
I want to keep an eye on it, just in case. With your sensitive skin we can't be too
careful. Jim? You with me? Come on, don't zone out on the pain, just turn down the dials.
I feel really bad about it, but this isn't exactly a fatal injury."
"I'm not zoning, Chief, or at least not on
the pain," Jim said, voice so hoarse it was barely audible.
"Oh!" Blair exclaimed as he realised
that Jim was gazing down at his body. Seeing Jim's eyes fixed on his lower quarters, Blair
felt a frisson of excitement shiver through him and his cock began to slowly lift away
from its nest of curls. Maybe the damn jackboots had potential for more than just a bad
gag.
"You like?" he asked his lover. A
sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper was his answer and he watched as Jim's
tongue came out to wet his lips. Okay - make that a lot of potential. A whole damn crate
full of potential.
Looking around the loft, Blair worried his lower
lip between his teeth as he contemplated the space around them. He was looking for just
the right thing to set off the boots. He looked at Jim's slack jaw and glazed eyes and he
felt that jolt of lust run through him again. Of course, there was something to be said
for just dropping to the floor and fucking their brains out. Then his eyes passed over the
dining room and a wide smile curved his lips.
"Where are you going?" Jim choked out
as Blair moved away from the sink.
"Getting a chair."
"A chair?"
"Yeah, you know, four legs, a back, a flat
expanse, usually used for sitting..."
"I know what a fucking chair is,
Sandburg."
"A fucking chair, well yeah, that's what
we're going to be using it for." Blair tossed a fond grin towards his lover before
explaining, "I'm just trying to set the scene, you know, get the right
ambience."
"Chief, I don't think there's *anything* in
this loft that's going to qualify as the right ambience for you in those boots."
"You leave that to me. Your job is to get
those clothes off."
Jim stared at him for a moment before slowly
nodding and reaching for his belt buckle. Blair grinned again and pulled a chair away from
the dining room table, the scrape of it against the floor sending a thrill of anticipation
down his spine. He stood the chair next to the kitchen island, walking deliberately around
it, rocking his hips a little as he came to a stop beside it. All joking aside, the look
in Jim's eyes was making his insides boil like the soup.
"The soup," he said to Jim, pointing
it out as he planted one booted foot firmly on the chair, the other on
the floor. He spread his legs wide, exposing his cock and balls to his lover.
"What?" Jim asked absently, eyes
riveted to Blair's body. He had his clothes off now, the discarded garments strewn in a
trail from the sink to Blair's chair. He slowly moved around Blair, licking his lips.
Blair took a hold of his shoulders and pulled Jim to him.
"If you don't turn off the ring under the
soup, it's going to burn down and start a fire or something," he whispered, very
quietly into Jim's ear.
"Oh." Despite the response, Jim didn't
move, his hands instead coming out to wrap possessively around Blair's hips. Blair could
feel the heat and strength of them deep into his pelvis as they gripped his bones.
"Turn off the stove, Jim," Blair said
as he gave the older man a little push, for the moment ignoring the steady beat of desire
pulsing through him. Jim padded off to comply, giving Blair a sheepish look as he made his
way back to his side.
"I wasn't thinking about food," Jim
said quietly as he came to a stop in front of Blair. Blair snorted.
"But you *were* thinking of eating,"
Blair suggested, watching as a pink wave, starting somewhere in the vicinity of Jim's
shoulders, slowly travelled upwards, until even his receding hairline was tinged with the
colour.
"I'm really very hungry," said Jim,
voice still a whisper, eyes shouting his need at Blair.
"You can start with the toes and work your
way up," Blair told him, voice low and husky. Jim nodded jerkily and dropped to his
knees, gazing at the erection straining away from Blair's body at his eye level before
bending to the ground and beginning to lick Blair's boot-clad toes.
Blair gazed down at his naked lover. He couldn't
feel Jim's tongue through the boots, but there was nothing wrong with his eyes and he
worried he was going to come just from watching. Jim's ass moved in the air, shifting as
Jim covered more ground with his tongue.
Blair tore his eyes away from the rounded curve
of Jim's buttocks, following the line of his spine up to where it disappeared into his
hair. He shifted slightly to watch Jim's tongue pay slow, wet homage to the boot he wore.
His lover was licking at the boot with long swipes. Blair took a deep, shuddering breath,
the smell of leather strong in his nostrils.
Jim looked up at him, eyes bright and hot.
"I can smell you," he said, eyes never
leaving Blair's as he took another long swipe at Blair's boot. "You and leather and -
God, I can *smell you*. I can almost taste you - you smell so *fucking* strong. So *good*,
so hot and -" Jim groaned. "I could come from this, from the way you smell like
this."
Blair groaned at that and gripped the back of
the chair with one hand, the other, still by his side, clenched convulsively. He had to
focus on something other than the sound of Jim's words as they echoed in his head - the
echo of Jim's senses, those powerful hyperactive senses, focused on *him*. It was enough
to make *him* come and he didn't want that yet, didn't want this to end yet. Maybe not
ever. He looked down again, tracking Jim's progress. Definitely not ever.
He tried to keep his breathing even as he
watched Jim slowly lick his way up the boot. A jolt when through him with every lick of
Jim's tongue, even though he couldn't feel it through the thick boots. Jim was licking
every inch of his boot, laving it completely as if nothing else existed for him but the
need to do this. To do this for him. To him. Blair shuddered.
He nearly came when Jim reached the top of the
boot and slowly rimmed it, his tongue dancing lightly over the flesh just below Blair's
knee. Then the long swipes were teasing the soft skin behind his knee, making him jerk,
before moving slowly upwards towards the straining flesh at the juncture of his thighs.
"Oh my God!" Blair cried out as Jim's
tongue skimmed lightly over his balls and into the crease between his leg
and his groin. The short hair on his head momentarily brushed roughly against the delicate
flesh of Blair's erection, making him jump. It was gone as suddenly as it had come, Jim
now bent once again to repeat the whole process on Blair's other leg.
Bending over the foot that
sat on the chair left Jim's shoulders in proximity and Blair reached down to grasp them,
anchoring himself on the warm flesh, alternately kneading and caressing.
Jim's tongue made the journey upwards more
quickly this time, his breath coming in shallow pants. Blair's attention was drawn away
from the magical tongue by the small rhythmic thrusts of Jim's hips, his lover's erection
leaving a shiny trail in the black leather, where it brushed Blair's booted leg.
He gave a shout as the older man began to nuzzle
his balls and cock, slowly sniffing along Blair's flesh and rubbing his cheeks over the
dripping cock. Jim's tongue came out again and he lapped delicately at the tip of Blair's
cock, drinking up the drops of pre-cum that glistened there.
Blair closed his eyes and let his head fall
back, hands finding new purchase in the short strands of Jim's hair. But as he felt Jim's
tongue travel along the length of his cock, he had to look, had to watch as that soft
delight slowly travelled over his length, tracing the veins and bumps, mapping him with
warm, wet saliva. Jim's eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply.
"You really get off on this, don't
you?" Blair asked softly, his hands running through the hair on Jim's head, leaving
it mussed, standing up on it's end. Opening his eyes, Jim gazed up at him and, with a lazy
smile, drew his hands up to Blair's ass, parting his cheeks and letting his fingers trail
heat along his crack, over his anus and down to the soft skin behind his balls.
Blair growled in frustration, wanting nothing
more than to shove his cock deep down into Jim's mouth and finish it. But Jim had begun
once again to lick at him, and he became mesmerised by the long strokes of the tongue that
travelled along his shaft.
Jim's mouth suddenly closed over Blair's cock,
just as a single finger breached his hole. Blair shouted with surprised pleasure and
grasped Jim's head, holding him still while he began to fuck his mouth. It felt incredible
- the wet heat of Jim's mouth sliding along his cock as it moved in and out, the slap of
his inner thigh against Jim's face, a new
sensation awarded by his unusual stance.
"Oh, fuck, Jim," Blair whispered as
his eyes closed, the sight of his own cock sliding in and out of Jim's mouth burned into
his retinas. He felt the pleasure build through his bones, white heat meeting liquid
pleasure and exploding from him until he was left gasping and clinging desperately to the
back of the chair.
He found the energy to look down at Jim, finding
his lover, eyes closed, nuzzling at his groin and kissing him. Little sucking kisses over
his cock which left shivers of pleasure in their wake.
Blair dropped his foot to
the floor, pressing his feet and knees together. He tried to
speak but only managed a few inarticulate grunts. Jim seemed to understand what he meant
though and he slipped his hard cock between the boots and began to saw his hips.
"Oh yeah," sighed Blair, watching his
lover fuck himself between the leather boots. He held himself still, fingers running
delicate patterns over the face still nuzzling at his groin and watched as Jim's body grew
tighter. Then Jim was pressing his face into Blair, his growl tickling along Blair's cock.
"I love you," Blair whispered as Jim
froze with his back arched, hips pressed tightly against Blair.
They collapsed together, Blair's legs cradling
the bigger man. The boots were somewhat smeared now, messy with Jim's come. Jim began to
rub his semen into them, smoothing the creme into the new leather.
"Now I'll always be a part of you when you
wear these."
"Christ, Jim. I'm never going to be able to
even hear the word jackboot again without getting a hard-on!" Their faces met and he
gave the older man a long, slow kiss, his tongue exploring every corner of Jim's mouth.
"Okay, I think I can live with the boots. But I'm still not sure about the rest of
the uniform."
"Well then," Jim suggested as he began
to nuzzle the little well between Blair's collarbone and his shoulder, "whaddaya say
you try on the rest of the uniform and we'll see if I can't convince you of it's merits
too?"