Interruptus

The loft was dark when Blair returned home from the University. It was late to be sure, but Jim should have been home before him, and would typically be sorting out dinner at this hour.
“Where’ve you been?”
Jim’s voice coming out of the pitch black startled Blair, almost making him drop his books. “Jeez, Jim you scared me. Why’re you sitting in the dark?”
“Where have you been?” Jim repeated, biting off each word. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Blair’s eyes began to adjust, separating the blackness into dark and not so dark. He could see Jim sitting in one of the armchairs in the living room.
“I’ve b…been at school, you know I teach evening classes this semester.” Jim was acting strangely, and a delicious shimmer of anxiety coursed through his blood. “Jim?” he asked carefully, “are you okay?”

Jim surged out of the chair with preternatural speed and slammed Blair against the closed front door. He drew Blair’s scent in with a long, audible sniff, nuzzling his face, his neck. He groaned.
“I don’t know.” He sniffed him again, very much like an animal. “I think something happened at work. Damn.”
Blair was caught up in his lover’s animalistic arousal and swore himself when Jim reached into his jeans to cup his cock and balls.
“Ahh, hmm, I think it must have been the drugs.” Jim said with difficulty, trying to hold on to his sanity and losing the battle.
“Drugs?” Blair repeated ominously. This could be serious since Jim’s sentinel abilities played havoc with how his body reacted to various substances.
“Hmm, yeah” Jim was stroking him in his pants, “We confiscated a shitload of some super duper Ecstasy and I helped inventory it. Some of it must have gotten on my skin, sunk in or something.” His breath hissed against Blair’s neck. “It’s stronger than the regular stuff…”
“X, Jim, you need a doctor!” Blair gasped urgently.
“Naaah,” Jim said dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Blair’s jeans. He worked them off is hips with his shorts. “I don’t need a doctor. I neeeeed that dangerous dick of yours. Hmmm.” he sighed when he had Blair’s cock in his hands.
“Mild mannered professor, with a real rocket in his pocket.” He sighed again and took Blair in his mouth.
Blair’s breath hissed out of him. “Jim you’re hot.”
“Hmm.”
“No, I mean you’re hot.” Jim’s hand on the bare skin of his belly was like a branding iron, and Blair felt like he’d stuck his cock in a furnace. “Nah, man” he grabbed handfuls of Jim’s shirt to bring him to his feet. “You’re running a fever, like an X overdose fever.” Blair felt Jim’s forehead as Jim nuzzled against him.
“Hhmm, yeah, fever.” He twisted a fistful of Blair’s hair to tilt his head back.
Blair was having a hard time staying focused with Jim all over him, mouth on his nipples, hand on his cock…
“Okay, okay, wait a minute.” He got Jim to pause a second and he eased himself back into his pants before leading Jim to the bathroom.
Jim smiled, letting him take his hand and lead him. “Good idea chief.” He said walking up close behind him to grab his hips. Blair could feel his cock as hard as brass between his ass cheeks, even though his jeans.
“Hold on a second, Hoss.” he said starting the bath, “We’ve got to get your temp down or I’m going to have to take you to the emergency room.”
Blair was more than a little concerned now. Jim was sweating hard as his body tried to cool itself down. He sat him down on the bench and started stripping off his clothes -which was complicated by Jim trying to get back into his pants.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Blair. Hard.” He whispered hotly, ripping Blair’s shirt in his urgency to get it off.

Blair let him. He realized that the only way he was getting Jim in that bath is if he went in with him. Not that he was averse to being fucked hard. Although it was kind of like taking advantage of him while he was under the influence, it was kind of like being taken advantage of by someone under the influence, but one must sacrifice for one’s beloved.
“Ah well, I regret that I have but one life…er…ass to give.”

He stepped in to the tub to sit astride Jim’s lap. The water filled around them, cooler than he’d have liked but not intolerable. Jim grabbed his ass, lifted him like he weighed nothing and impaled him on his cock. The force of it drove the air from his lungs. Jim pushed his legs high up over his arms, folding him in two between Jim’s impenetrable force and the unmovable porcelain tub.
“Ow!” Blair yelped when he cracked the back of his head against the porcelain tile of the tub surround as Jim started thrusting into him with relentless force. Water sloshed up the sides of the tub and soaked the floor. Jim grabbed a handful of Blair’s hair so he could force his head back and bite his neck, suck on his Adam’s apple, kiss him. He can‘t get a breath. He gripped the sides of the tub and squeezed Jim hard between his thighs, rocking against his cock to get him deeper.
“God Jim, fuck me Jim, fuck me, fuck me…” he moaned.
“Blair,” Jim grinds out, riding him hard, “Blair…damn.” His body quaked and his came hard into Blair’s ass.

Jim pressed Blair against the tub a while, collapsed against him as he was. With a shuddering groan he pulled out of him and leaned back against the other end of the tub letting the water swirl around him and carry away his fever. For a while Blair couldn’t move, feeling flattened and pillaged, lacking energy even to straighten his legs.
Suddenly Jim laughed.
“What?”
Jim didn’t even raise his head from where he rested against the cold porcelain.
“I just figured out something very important.” He said, hedging.
“What?” Blair asked more urgently.
“C’mere and give us a kiss and I’ll tell you.”
Sighing theatrically Blair crawled over to the big man and complied.
“The weapon the killer’s using is a sword. A Japanese sword.”
“Of course!” Blair exclaimed, then asked suspiciously, “how’d you figure that out?”
Jim just shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He shrugged, “Dunno, just kind of popped into my head.”
Jim grimaced suddenly. “I don’t feel too good.” He stood up and stepped out of the tub, water sluicing off him and all over the floor. “I gotta go lay down.”

Blair got him to sit still long enough to dry him off so he would soak the bed - with water - and then tucked him in. Well, that was the plan, but Jim tugged him down on the bed with him. Easily he flipped him onto his back and started back on his cock. Blair could tell at least that the fever cooled when he took Jim’s temperature again, with his big cock thermometer.

He wasn’t surprised when Jim slept right through their alarm the next morning. He just groaned, rolled over and hid his head under his pillow. After the drug induced athletics of the previous night, and coming down from an X buzz, Blair expected Jim wouldn’t be good for much most of today.
“Hey Simon, Jim’s not coming in this morning.” Blair sat on the bed beside sleeping Jim with the phone in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He nudged Jim’s shoulder, rousing him enough to offer the glass. “Yeah, he didn’t feel good when he got home yesterday, now he’s worse.”
“I thought he seemed a little peaked when he was going off shift yesterday.” Simon agreed.
“Eh, maybe a 24hr bug or something.” or something! Blair thought to himself.


“Unbelievable.” Blair swore a little while later, peering over his shoulder in the mirror to stare at a sore spot he’d felt in the shower. “He bit me!” He glared at the toothy bruise in the meaty juncture between his neck and shoulder.
Just then Jim stumbled in to the bathroom. Groggily he headed for the toilet for a pee.
“You bit me. I’m going to have to wear a turtleneck today.”
“Urrgg.” was all he got out of Jim who just flushed and stumbled back out of the bathroom, ostensibly to bed.
“Unbelievable!” Blair swore again when he saw similar toothy marks on an ass cheek. When the heck did Jim bite him there? He seemed to recall dreaming about being ravished by a panther sometime in the wee hours of the morning. So the growling had been real, and Jim had been the panther.
“It figures; he hallucinates on X and thinks he’s his spirit animal.”