A FEAST FOR THE SENSES
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DISCLAIMER: Jim and Blair arent mine, but they are at the top of my wish list this year. Still, theyll probably only have eyes for each other anyway.
WARNINGS: Explicit descriptions of m/m sex.
Dedicated to: All my fellow SenseXangsters.
Merry Christmas to all my list sibs on the SenseXangst List. Thank you for your friendship, warm wishes and encouragement. I hope you have enjoyed my writing so far, and trust you will enjoy what is still to come.
Authors Notes: My birthday falls on Christmas Day and Im also a twin. A double blessing, some say. Im not sure my mother would agree, having to spend Christmas in hospital and discover only after baby #1 has been born that its a double celebration. As for the myth, that if your birthday falls on Christmas Day, you get double the presents no, Virginia, it isnt true, but I do enjoy that my birthday is made special by the occasion that sometimes overshadows it. Makes it all the more unique and unforgettable, even when it is forgotten.
Happy Birthday to me and Merry Christmas to all
Set after: The Debt.
Blair Sandburg looked down at the Christmas present on his lap, his fingers reverently stroking the soft leather; its warm muted shades of autumn browns nestled amid a riot of festive Christmas wrapping. He looked up at his lover and smiled softly, his blue eyes made dark and sensuous by the flickering firelight.
"Its beautiful, Jim. I dont know what to say." He lowered his hands to the paper once more and lifted the backpack, holding it against his cheek, indulging in its velvety softness and warm earthy scent. "Thank you," he whispered.
Jim put down his wineglass and leaned over to drop a kiss on Blairs curls. "Youre welcome." He shrugged; secretly pleased with Blairs overwhelmed reaction but trying to appear matter of fact. "You needed a new one, your old one still smelled of smoke from the explosion."
Blair nodded but said nothing more and Jim knelt down in front of him, suddenly concerned. He lifted the long hair that obscured his lovers face from his view and looked closely at Blairs face. "Whats wrong, Chief?"
Blair pushed himself up, and moved over to stare out the balcony door at the flakes of snow falling and swirling in little eddies of breeze.
"You already gave me a present, Jim. You gave me a home. You didnt need to get me anything else. I didnt get you anything," Blair said, looking ashamed.
Jim stood and walked over to him, wrapping his arms tightly about him before grasping Blairs arms and turning him around. "Yes, you did," he said.
He bent slightly, nuzzling into the abundant curls, opening up his sense of smell to take in the mellow herbal scent of his lover, mixed now with a hint of arousal.
Jim lowered his mouth to Blairs, moving his hand around to cup the back of his lovers head. He pushed his tongue against Blairs full lips until his lover moaned and opened his mouth, allowing him access to the moist warmth within. He relished Blairs taste, the faint spice of nutmeg still lingering from the eggnog, combining with the slightly acid finish of the red wine.
He ran his hands lightly down Blairs arms, then began a slow sensual massage down his back, feeling the muscles ripple against his palms, finally resting them on Blairs hips to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. He felt the answering shiver travel down his own spine as Blairs arms twined around his neck, one hand fisting in the short hair at the back of his head.
Jim pulled away for a moment, stroking a lightly bristled cheek. "Are you warm enough?"
Blair merely nodded, then raised his arms, allowing Jim to pull his sweater off, then repeat the motion with the long sleeved shirt he wore beneath. A thermal shirt was under that and Jim disposed of it rapidly, as though he was tearing off the wrapping of a longed for gift, anxious to reveal what he truly yearned.
He scratched his fingernails lightly through the dark chest hair and bent to lick softly at a hard nipple, tasting the salt of sweat. His fingers moved to its twin, to roll and stroke. He sucked hard as he felt Blair arch up against him and he moved his hands in a gentle caress down the furred stomach until they reached his jeans.
Jim flicked open the button and quickly unzipped Blairs fly, enjoying the hardness of his lovers cock as it rubbed along the knuckles of his hand. He continued to lick at Blairs nipple as he placed a hand inside the boxers and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. He allowed his fingers to move further back and felt Blair move his legs apart to allow him better access, the wanton action going straight to his own cock. He felt himself harden and begin to leak and he growled deep in his throat at the effort of keeping himself together.
He knelt now before Blair and kissed and nipped his way down Blairs abdomen, stroking softly along Blairs tender perineum as he did, stealing occasionally up into the crack of Blairs ass to tease across his hole. As Jim reached Blairs waist with his lips, he pulled Blairs jeans and boxers down, waiting until his lover stepped out of them before moving away to strip off his own clothes.
Blairs hand moved slowly down Jims broad chest to his cock. He touched the crown with just his fingertips, swirling the precum around the cock head, then raising his fingers to his lips to suck them off. As he moved his hand back down, Jim suddenly slapped it away and dropped to his knees once more, grasping Blair by his hips and swallowing his cock.
Blair took in a shuddering breath and began to moan as Jim moved his mouth back and forth along the iron hard shaft, alternately sucking and licking, one hand pumping the base in a languid steady rhythm, sensitive fingers feeling the heat beginning to build beneath the soft skin. Blairs moans became a low continuous keening of desire as Jim resumed his rhythmic stroking along Blairs perineum, stealing closer and closer to the tight pucker at his center. Jim began to stroke across Blairs hole, gradually circling, then pushing one finger in and stroking with the same motion that his mouth used on Blairs cock.
Blair began to rock back and forth and Jim stilled his own movements, allowing Blair to push forward, fucking his mouth, then back onto his finger. He pushed a second finger in and felt Blair stiffen for a moment before resuming his rocking, pushing harder back now, wanting Jims fingers deeper, rolling his ass in circles as he squirmed on the digits within.
"More, Jim, need more," he whimpered and Jim stopped his sensual assault abruptly, pulling Blair over to the couch, pushing him up so he sprawled over the back rest, rubbing himself hungrily against the rough cloth. Jim fell down to his knees and licked a broad wet swathe over his lovers exposed hole. Blair thrust back at him and he bent further, grasping Blairs cheeks firmly with his hands, using his tongue to open him up.
He swapped fingers for tongue, pushing three into the wet, loose hole and began to stroke quickly, feeling the tight passage within spasm against them. As Blair began to raise his ass up and back, frantically fucking himself on Jims fingers, Jim pulled them out and placed his hard drooling length at the opening, pushing in to the hilt immediately. He felt Blair arch up then push back against him and he began to stroke himself in and out of the hot hole, slamming harder and harder into Blairs prostate, Blairs screams of pleasure encouraging him to go faster, deeper.
Jim reached around and took hold of Blairs cock, cum already drooling continuously from the slit. He began to stroke him hard, keeping time with his pounding from behind and felt Blair stiffen and pulse warm fluid that spilled over his fist. He felt his own orgasm wrenched from him and then he collapsed over his lovers back, still moving slowly in and out as Blairs clenching muscles milked the last of his orgasm from him.
"Merry Christmas to me," he smiled against his lovers back and he felt the answering chuckle vibrate against his face.
Blair waited until he pulled his spent cock out, then turned and flopped bonelessly onto the couch, pulling Jim down with him, pushing him to lay with his head in Blairs lap. "What did I get you?" he asked, lazily stroking his fingertips down Jims strong jaw.
"The one thing I really wanted," Jim answered, closing his eyes and losing himself in the mesmerizing touch. "A feast for the senses."
"Merry Christmas, Jim."
"Merry Christmas, Blair."
-December 22, 2000
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