Invitation
by lamardeuse
Rating: PG
Pairing:
Jim/Blair
Warnings
(highlight to view):
nothing to warn for
First line stolen from doll_revolution.
Jim Ellison flailed his way
awake, ripping off his sleep mask and
flinging it violently away. He rolled over and stared at the body that
was currently occupying the left side of his bed. The body that had
moments before been lying on top of him and rubbing against various
parts of him with a shocking level of enthusiasm.
"Sandburg," he said, shooting
for calm and missing it by a mile, "what
the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Well," Blair said
conversationally, a smile tugging at his lips, "I
was groping you. But right at the moment I'm lying here in your bed.
With the biggest boner, incidentally, that I've ever had in my life."
Jim stared at him. "Are you
stoned?"
Blair propped his head on a
hand. "Don't think so. I can never get it
up when I'm stoned. Let alone pronounce words like 'incidentally.'"
"Then what the hell is this?"
Jim roared, looming over Blair in an
attempt at intimidation.
Blair smiled back at him, his
eyes showing definite interest in the
whole looming idea. Nonplussed, Jim retreated with haste.
Blair's grin grew wider. "I
think it was the soup that did it."
Jim scowled.
"You made me soup today, Jim."
Jim scowled some more. "Yeah,
I made you soup, Sandburg. So what?"
"Well, it just kind of hit
me, see. Today, you made me soup. From
scratch. Because you knew I'd had a shit day. And it wasn't just any
soup--it was my favourite soup, from the recipe you got from my Aunt
Esther. What's more, you do that kind of thing a lot. So--you know--"
He gestured with a roll of his right hand.
"I know--" Jim prompted,
copying the gesture, "what?"
Blair's face pinched with
exasperation. "Jim, when a man cooks you soup
like that, there's only one possible explanation."
"Chicken soup is not a--"
"Homemade chicken soup--"
"--is not an invitation
to--to--!" Jim spluttered, allowing his hands
to supply the missing verb.
Blair silenced him with
gentle fingers laid over his mouth. Jim
suppressed a shiver.
"I didn't say it was," Blair
said softly, shaking his head. Slowly,
tentatively, his fingertips traced the outline of Jim's lips. "It's an
invitation to something a hell of a lot more important."
Then he smiled in an entirely
different way, and this time Jim allowed
the shiver its freedom.
"Sorry it's taken me so
long," Blair whispered.
"It's okay," Jim said, a
smile finally curving his lips. "You're a
smart guy. I knew you'd figure it out one of these days."
This time before Blair kissed
Jim, he punched him on the arm.
End
October 2004
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