Interruptus

Jim lounged in post coital lassitude on the sofa watching his lover frown studiously at the contents of the fax whose arrival had drawn him, Blair, away. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of him, Blair, mixed with his own essence. He needed no Sentinel enhancements for that - Blair was indelibly etched on his psyche. Jim tucked on hand behind his head and idly stroked his body with his other hand, still studying Sandburg.

Blair was the smaller man, but even with that mass of long curly hair, that lithe, lean body was by no means effeminate. His muscles were flat and long like a Thoroughbred’s where Jim’s were bunchy like a Cob. His body had little fat, so his sinews were defined and sculpted. Jim especially liked how his buttocks curved above his hamstring, how his abdomen curved over his hip in the way that men’s do.
His Adonis, unconcerned with Jim’s scrutiny, absently scratched a butt cheek.
Jim laughed, drawing Blair’s attention.
“What?” he asked laughing with him.
Jim shook his head.
“Hurry up.”

Blair threw down the papers he’d been scanning and returned to the sofa. There he knelt astride the big man, slipping a hand beneath him to raise his hips and pull him closer. Jim laughed and let Blair take charge as it suited him. Blair drew Jim’s other arm up over his head and held them both there by the wrists.
“Don’t move” he commanded
Jim was so much bigger, clearly he could have moved his arms down whenever he wanted, but he obeyed his lover who took his mouth, sucking on Jim’s lower lip before he moved lower to kiss his chin, his neck, his chest. Blair paused to tease Jim’s flat nipples to pebbles with his articulate tongue causing Jim to arch and groan when he raked them lightly with his teeth. Blair looked up to see Jim, arms still above his head, eyes shut, mouth parted slightly, panting, and smiled before returning to his detail. He rubbed his face slowly, agonizingly against Jim’s belly feeling the muscles quiver and contract with the sensation. His hands cupped Jim’s buttocks, meeting in the middle just below his balls and stroking downward to spread his thighs. Then he took his cock in his mouth - at first just the tip, mesmerized by the sensation of the tip of his tongue rubbing back and forth across the little divot at the tip of his cock. Jim bucked as if electrocuted, crying out at the sensation. Blair wet his lips and took Jim into his mouth completely only to close his lips lightly on it and draw it out again.
“Jesus” Jim shuddered as Blair did it again, then a third time but using his tongue strongly this time, and probing the tip of his penis again.

Jim was almost unmade then, arching strongly off the couch. Blair kissed his mouth , giving Jim a taste of his own cock that throbbed between their bodies. Jim took them both off the couch now, on to the rug on the floor. Pushing Blair on to his belly, he bent one leg against his body and lay on top of him, pushing into his ass with a groan. Blair’s breath hissed through his teeth and he pushed his head back against Jim’s shoulder as Jim took them onto their sides so he could reach in front of Blair and stroke his cock and tease his nipples, all the while holding Blair’s lean body against him as he thrust into him with long strokes. He gripped Blair’s shoulder underhand and Blair covered his hand with his, his head bowed and Jim’s forehead pressed against his back as his thrusts got more urgent nearing climax.

Their shuddering orgasms were almost simultaneous with Jim coming first, just ahead of Blair. Even after they collapsed gasping atop the rug Jim would not disengage and Blair would not have desired it otherwise. They remained lying, like spoons, on the floor. Someone reached a hand up on the couch and pulled down the throw to cover their sweat-chilled bodies.
The phone began to ring and Jim groaned against Blair’s back but didn’t move.
The answering machine engaged. “Leave a message.” was Jim’s curt demand on the recorder.
“Jim, Sandburg,” It was their captain. “Pick up Jim, we’ve got another body, a floater down by the pier. Looks like the same M.O. You need to get down here.”
“Shhhhhhit!” Jim swore succinctly, but made no effort to move right away.
“Jim?” Blair said reluctantly, “we gotta go.”
“Shit.” Jim swore again. He hugged Sandburg against him as he reluctantly pulled out of him, kissed him on his upturned mouth and got up with a sigh. He offered a hand to Blair who also came to his feet.
“You better use the other shower,” he suggested reluctantly.
Blair nodded, “Or we’ll never get out of here.”

There was a fair sized crowd at the pier when they pulled up in Jim's truck. Naturally the crowd was cordoned off from the crime sciene with that ubiquitous "Do Not Cross" tape.

The body by then was on the pier proper, and covered with a yellow waterproof sheet. He'd probably sunk first but then popped up as bodies do, and was found bobbing between the jetty and a gorgeous Saberline Express 38' cruiser.
"Beauty" Jim said, whistling in admiration. He eyed the gorgeous navy blue hull with teak trim. "Bitching cruiser, who's is it?"
"His" His captain wagged his pen to indicate the corpse.

"Damn." Blair swore under his breath when Jim squatted next to the draped body and flicked the cover back. He may be associated with the Cascade PD, he may have had some exposure to crime - and man's inhumanity to man as it were - but the bloated, waterlogged corpse almost made him lose his dinner. Older gentleman it was, or used to be. Used to be a decent looking fellow, kept himself in shape. Except now there was an almost ear to ear gash under his jaw.
"Damn." Blair swore again.

"Well, so much for the interrupted break in theory." Jim said cryptically.
"Why do you say that?" Blair asked, still horridly fascinated by the condition of the body.
"More likely if he interrupted someone breaking in to his boat he'd have been stabbed from the front. Looks like someone tried to take his head off from behind."
Jim looked more closely.
"With a very sharp knife. No tearing of the wound."
He lifted the covers further and scanned the body.
"He didn't fight either. It was quick, knife was sharp."
"Do you think it's connected? I'm thinking it's connected." Their captain said, coming to stand next to them.
Jim twitched the shroud back over the body, much to Blair's relief, and stood.
"Yup." He nodded to himself. "I know we're a big city now, Captain, but that's three knifings in two weeks in the same area." He signalled the coroner's crew and stood back for them to remove the corpse.

Someone was running around Cascade killing people. They didn't have a motive yet. The victims seemed unrelated except in the weapon type used. A very sharp, very long knife. The latex impression of the knife wound on the last victim, a young man, only gave some information. It had been a through and through so they could determine the width and shape of the blade, but not the type, the length or anything else. They knew it was long because there was no bruising on the body that would indicate the hilt, the handle, of the blade had struck the body. But it was sharp, that much the two, now three killings had in common.