This is just a little drabble that I wrote while I was on vacation this summer. Hope you like it!
RATING: PG. Nothing much happens. It's too short!
WARNING: Although there is no sex, there is seduction and, because this is a slash story, homoeroticism. If you are uncomfortable with the idea of two men having a romantic relationship with all that entails, you might not want to read this.
DISCLAIMER: Jim, Blair, and all things Sentinel belong to Pet Fly Productions and UPN. The plot (such as it is) of this story, however, belongs to me.
"Take it down, put it in your diary
Come around to the pleasant side
Put it down to another experience
Come around to the other side."
--Clannad, "The Other Side."
"Come Around"
by Aimee
The evening had started innocently enough: sitting on the couch, watching football, drinking beer. But now Jim was...he was.... "What are you doing?" Blair squeaked.
"Nibbling on your neck."
"But why?"
"Uh . . . cause we're out of chips?"
Blair paused. "Jim, are you drunk?"
Jim considered. "Maybe a little." He sucked at Blair's throat.
Blair gasped in pleasure. "Wait! We can't. I mean, you're a guy!"
"Believe me, Chief, we can. We most definitely can." He flicked Blair's nipple.
"Well . . ."
"C'mon. It'll give you something interesting to write about in your diary."
"It's a journal," Blair said, and kissed him.
THE END
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