The Many Faces of Jim and Blair Drabbles - Patt
Blair walked in the front door and said, “Guess what?”
“You got chosen to go with Conner to the Seattle Police Convention?” Jim teased.
“How did you know already?”
“I listen to the Captain when he talks to me. He told me right before I got off. Where have you been anyhow?” Jim realized his lover was about 2 hours late.
“I was with Conner, trying to find a kind soul to do her a favor. But no luck. She doesn’t know what to do.”
“What does she need?” Jim asked.
“Oh, she would never ask you, it’s just too much. Never mind. We’ll try and find someone tomorrow.”
“Sandburg, knock it off. Just tell me what it is that she needs.”
“You know how she adopted that kitten from the shelter three months ago? Well, it will need to be taken care of.” Blair batted his eyelashes and hoped it would work.
“No way… Litter boxes stink, Sandburg, you know I can’t do that. Anything but that.”
“Oh, it’s all right, she’ll probably have to take the poor little thing to a scary boarding place now. You were her last hope, really. She’s tried everyone else.”
“What does she need me to do?” Jim said with a defeated tone.
“Just feed her every day and give her water. That’s all. We’ll only be gone for three days, so you don’t have to do the kitty litter box.” Blair was bouncing with happiness.
“This brings a whole new meaning to the words, pussy whipped, Chief. And I am.”
“You might be pussy whipped, but I’m going to repay you big time, so just remember that.”
“Let’s start now.”
The men moved their loving upstairs and there was no more talk of pussy’s mentioned.
Rafe knocked on the door of the loft and Jim opened it. “Hey Rafe, who do you have here?”
“This is my son, Martin, he’s 6 months old.” Rafe said as way of introduction.
“Hell, I didn’t even know you had a kid.” Jim said.
Rafe took a deep breath and asked, “Ellison, do you think you could keep an eye on him tonight while I’m on stakeout? His mother took off three months ago and I’m raising him alone.”
“I’m not set up for kids, Rafe.”
“I have his little bed downstairs if you can do it. He can sit in the playpen the entire time I’m gone. He’s a good baby. I’m desperate. My babysitter has strep.”
Martin held his arms out and tried to go to Jim. Rafe smiled and said, “See, he likes you, Ellison.”
“He might like me, but I know nothing about babies.”
“You don’t need to know much, man. Can you do it or not, Henri is waiting downstairs. I can’t call in sick again, Simon will have my ass.”
“Fine, bring it all up, but at the first sign of trouble, you’re getting him back.” Ellison took the baby from Rafe so he could go down and get the baby’s things.
When he came back he said, “Here are his bottles, already pre-made and his diapers and his baby food. He’s a good little guy, you wait and see.”
“Try to hurry up with the stake-out.” Jim said making faces at Martin.
“Jim, I’m on stake-out all night long. I won’t be here until the morning.”
“Get out of here before I change my mind.” Jim shut the door behind the retreating father.
“So Martin, how long has it been since you’ve been stuck with that father of yours?” Jim laughed at his little joke until he realized that Rafe had been trying to do the single parent thing for three months and no one new. That’s why he keeps missing Poker night…
“Well too bad, Blair is out of town, because he would keep you busy all night long. You just tell me when you want to do something. How about the news? Would you like to watch the news with me?”
Martin slapped Jim’s cheeks and laughed out loud.
“News, it is.” Jim sat down with the remote and Martin immediately went for that.
“No, this is Jim’s. I don’t even share it with Blair.”
They watched the news for about 10 minutes and Martin began to get fussy. He started to cry outright and Jim got up to get his bottle ready. “You sit right here on the sofa while I get your bed set up, okay?” And Jim did just that. He got it all put up and got the baby’s bottle and brought it over to Martin. He held him as he fed him and Martin started to fall asleep.
“Your Daddy has been very whiny at work lately and we’re all sick of him, but I’m going to put the word out that he might need a little help with you, okay Martin?”
The baby was sound to sleep and Jim laid him down in the playpen. He figured he would sleep on the sofa next to the bed in case the baby woke during the night. He couldn’t imagine trying to do something like this every night without Blair’s help. So he knew how tired Rafe must be.
Jim brought down his pillow and his quilt and laid down on the sofa. Martin really was a cutie pie. Rafe was right, he was a good baby.
When Rafe got there in the morning, both were still sleeping.
Wonder Burger or Me?
“You get your choice for dinner tonight, Jim; Wonder Burger or me?”
“Chief, I’m really hungry; I didn’t have any lunch today.” Jim whined.
“So I guess you would pick Wonder Burger?”
“Yeah, and I would say, Blair you have your choice for dessert tonight; 31 Flavors or me.”
“Well, we both know that 31 Flavors would win hands down.” Blair snickered when he saw the hurt look on Jim’s face.
“Now you know how it feels.” Blair said.
“But you don’t have to die of starvation if you don’t have dessert. I will.”
“Fine, Wonder Burger it is. I’ll have 31 Flavors and you tonight. In fact, I might eat it on you.”
“Why don’t we order Pizza and while we wait, I can taste your goodies.” Jim teased.
“Sounds sweet to me. You get naked and I’ll order the pizza.”
“Hurry.” Jim ordered.
Blair sat at his desk listening to Blair sing a song and it made him smile. He hadn’t heard a Roger Miller song in ages, but yet, here was the youngster singing one of his songs.
Well here I sit, gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this
Out all night and runnin' wild
Woman sittin' home with a month old child
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.
“I can’t believe you know that song.” Jim said interrupting Blair’s singing.
“I love Roger Miller songs. I take it you do too. You’re wearing this big smile on your face.”
Jim’s smile got even bigger as Blair started singing the rest of the song and then started on King of the Road. By the time he was half way through that one, everyone in the bullpen was singing along with him.
It was a good day.
Jim walked into the loft and found his lover crying. Jim immediately became alarmed and asked, “Babe, what’s wrong? Tell me what I can do to help. Is it your Mom?”
“No, it’s not my Mom. She’s fine, I’m crying over a movie.”
“Well, I’m ready to cry just thinking about it. It’s a sad movie, babe. Here, let me hold you.”
Blair moved into Jim’s arms and let him hold him tightly. After about 15 minutes, Jim said, “Better?”
“Yeah, thank you. It really hit me hard today, I don’t know why.”
“As long as you’re okay, I’m okay.” Jim kissed Blair’s forehead.
“Wanna watch it with me?”
“No, I’m not in the mood to cry.” Jim answered.
“You don’t cry much do you?”
“People don’t have to you know Chief?”
“I got a new movie today called The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, want to watch with me? I hear it’s excellent.”
“It’s not going to make us cry is it?”
Note: The Heart is a Lonely Hunter is one of the saddest films I’ve ever seen. I sobbed for hours.
The Lake House
“Do you want to see The Lake House, Jim?”
“It looks sort of weird to me, Chief.”
“Well, let’s face it, with your eyesight, everything does look weird.”
“That’s not what I meant. I meant it looks like it’s in the future and the past or something like that.”
“They’re two years apart and it’s magical mailbox. It bridges time. I think it looks good, not to mention I love Keanu Reeves.”
“And you didn’t like him in The Replacements?”
“Blair, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Did you like him in it or not?”
“I liked him in it. He was a sexy quarterback.”
Blair smiled and said, “I rest my case.”
“This still doesn’t answer anything about The Lake House.”
“We’re getting it on Netflix as soon as it comes out. You have no say in it, Jim.”
“And I rest my case.”
“Case this, Ellison.” Blair gave him an Italian salute and both men started to laugh.
“Blair, I’m sick.”
“And this is news, why?”
“No, I’m serious, I’m sick.”
“I’m freezing cold and I shouldn’t be. I’m sure something is wrong.”
“Jim, it’s fucking winter outside, of course you’re cold. You would be abnormal to not be.”
“I’m really cold Chief.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“We could share body heat…”
“And give me your creeping crud? I think not.”
“At least see if I have a fever.”
“Fine… You are such a drama queen.”
“Do I have a fever?”
“Yes, I’ll make you some soup and get you some 7-Up to drink.”
“Why are you being so nice now?”
“I thought you were just making it up to share body heat and I have things to do.”
“Things can wait. We’ll share body heat as soon as you eat and drink something. I love you.”
“I love you, back.”
Blair woke up in the middle of the night with Jim shaking from his fever and burning up.
“Jim, let me get you something to take that fever down with.”
“I’m not hot.”
“I know, you’re freezing because of the fever. Just lie there and wait for me to wait on you.”
“Oh, I got hard just thinking about you waiting on me.”
“Well, you’re not getting any sex until you’re cool again.”
“So now I’m not cool.” Jim pouted.
Blair went down and got him another 7-Up and some more Tylenol. He appeared on the top of the steps to find his lover stroking his cock.
“What did I say about no sex?”
“You said with you. I can do this if I want to.”
“Take this and drink the 7-Up and if you’re fever is down in about fifteen minutes, we’ll have some fun.”
“Sounds good to me. Still think I’m not cool?”
“Jim, you are most definitely hot.”
It Just Slipped Out
“I don’t want to go over it again, Chief.”
“But I don’t know what I did to make you so angry.”
“We agreed to not tell anyone about us until I decided the time was right, am I right?”
Blair blushed and answered, “Yes.”
“Who did you tell, Blair?”
“Why? I thought we agreed to wait.”
“Maybe I’m tired of the same argument day after day about who we can tell and who we can’t tell. I just had a moment and it slipped out.”
“I’m fucking my partner doesn’t just slip out, Sandburg.”
“Not when you’re doing it right.” Blair teased and Jim couldn’t help himself, he smiled. Blair knew he had him. The argument would soon be over.
“We’ll tell everyone at Poker on Saturday. So shut up about it until then.”
Down on You
Blair whispered Sentinel soft, “Want me to go down on you?”
Jim choked on his popcorn forcing Blair to pound his back. Everyone in the theater gave them dirty looks.
Jim whispered back, “Not here, Chief.”
“I was thinking about doing it all day long. Are you sure you don’t want me to go down on you?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to, but not here.”
“Okay, your loss, big boy.” Blair went back to watching the movie and eating his popcorn.
Awhile later Jim whispered, “Okay, I changed my mind. It’s pretty dark, I do want you to go down on me.”
“The movie is almost over now, Jim. Maybe next time.” Blair slurped his drink and Jim smacked him on the back of the head.
“Don’t make me do you with everyone looking.” Blair teased.
“How about the truck?”
“Kinky, man, kinky…”
“That was Daryl on the phone. We’re invited over to Simon’s on Saturday for a barbecue. I told them we’d be there.” Blair sat down next to his lover.
“Chief, did you forget what time of year this is?”
“No, it’s a little chilly, but we have jackets. We’ll manage.”
“What happens in the Fall?” Jim waited for it.
“Oh fuck. We’re going to have to rake leaves, aren’t we?”
“That’s right, partner, and you volunteered for it. I might stay home.”
“We’ll have a leaf war again this year, it’ll be fun. Come with me.”
“I was teasing, of course I’ll come with you. Someday I want us to have a house so he can come over and help us rake our leaves up.”
“Until then, we’ll just make this fun.”
“You’re going to pay for this, babe.”
Tell the Truth
I never meant to lie to him, ever. But I did and now I have to pay for it. I’m going to have to tell him the truth and I’m not sure how he’ll take that.
Blair is a very truthful person and he never would have lied to me under these circumstances, but I was pushed into a corner and didn’t know what to do. So I lied.
And just like that, it made him happy and he smiled every time he looked at me since then. Talk about guilt eating away at a person.
I’m going to have to break down and tell him I really hate Tongue. It makes me sick every time he cooks it. I told him I liked it because he wanted me to like it. Now I’ll have to tell him the truth because he keeps making it and I have to keep eating it.
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Acknowledgments: Thank you to Mary for the beta and to Lisa for letting me put them in here.