Jim groused. He was already late for his date with...with what's her name from Traffic, and now Blair wanted him to pick him and this *friend* of his up because his car had broken down. Again. Muttering, he pulled into the parking lot. At least they had the good manners to wait for him outside.
"Hey, Jim. Thanks a *lot*, man. I want you to meet Adam. Adam Pierson."
"Hi." Jim barely glanced at the man....about Blair's age, tall, big nose, same clothing sense. Great. Another grad student. Just what he needed in his life. Then Pierson began to move, and Jim blinked.
The man didn't move like a grad student. Not even the baggy sweater or the slouch could hide the fact that here was a trained fighter. His movements were so smooth, he could have been dancing, and he was *aware* of his surroundings. Jim's hackles raised slightly.
Blair climbed into the truck between them. "I told you about Adam. We met last year at Seacouver University at that seminar. He's a historian from Oxford."
"Oh, right." Jim nodded.
"Yep, Balliol, actually." Pierson took his own seat and closed the door. "But I've been practically everywhere."
"Jim majored in military history in college."
"Really? How...fascinating." Pierson stared right over Blair's head into Jim's eyes. Jim had never seen eyes like his. He couldn't look away.
"Jim...Jim..." Blair's voice called him back. "Jim, what happened?"
He'd zoned. He'd zoned on someone's eyes. On a *man's* eyes. A man who wasn't Blair, although Blair was oblivious anyway. "I'm fine, Chief." He started the truck and took them to the loft. While there, he called what's her name...Lois? Louise? And canceled. She seemed almost relieved. When he returned, Adam was alone in the living room, sucking on one of Blair's microbrewery beers.
"Where's Blair?"
"Getting ready for a date." Adam's tone said, "what else?" "Thanks for letting me stay here, Jim."
Jim shrugged. "Not a problem." He got out his own beer and settled on the couch. "What's your field, Pierson?"
He shrugged. "A bit of everything. Sort of a professional student, you know? I've done a fair piece in military history. Sometimes, I think I've been fighting for centuries." He smiled. "I prefer...other means of interaction."
He couldn't mean what Jim thought he did. And Jim *couldn't* be interested in what Jim thought he meant. Except he did and Jim was and tonight might prove interesting indeed. He moved closer to his guest.
Blair burst out of his room. "Hey, JimcanIborrowthetruckIpromiseIwon'tscratchitokay?"
"Sure, Chief. Don't be out too late."
"Thanksbye!" Blair grabbed the keys and bounced out the door.
"He's sublimating, you know." Adam drained the bottle in his hand.
"Excuse me?"
"Blair. He's dating all those women because he can't get you."
"And you know this how?" Jim felt his heart leap. Why? First Pierson and now Sandburg? What was going on?
"I'm a student of human behavior. I know. Just like I know you're a Sentinel."
"I'm going to kill Sandburg..."
"Don't bother. I knew as soon as I saw you. Just like you knew I wasn't...what I seemed." He smiled again, and put his hand on Jim's knee. "But that doesn't mean we can't be friends."
Jim looked at those ancient eyes again. "Friends sound good. But..."
"I'm going back to Seacouver tomorrow, where a lady named Rosa is patiently waiting for me. Tonight, however, I'm free, as you seem to be. And you are very, very beautiful." The man was moving closer. Jim could *feel* his arousal, could feel his *own* growing. The man was nothing like Blair, but he moved so gracefully and something told Jim that he'd be giving up something special if he turned this down.
And he didn't want to turn it down; nor would his body allow him to do so. He smiled at Pierson, and reached for him. Pierson smiled back and kissed him. His lips were harder than a woman's, and it was strange holding someone as tall and as strong as he was. He could sense the power in that slender body, the power and the experience, and he found himself surrendering to it. To all of it.
Pierson's mouth began to travel down Jim's body. Somehow, he knew exactly how sensitive Jim was, and exactly how to drive him crazy. There were little nips at his throat, and gentle sucks at his nipples...what happened to his shirt? What happened to Pierson's shirt? Didn't matter. Nothing mattered but that mouth and those hands as they teased and stroked and made his entire body sing.
And then his mouth was...was...oh God. Oh, God in heaven. Yes. Perfect. His tongue. His wicked, perfect, knowing tongue. And lips. And the hands were...were...*there* and inside him, and that was just fine, too. All of it was fine. Weird, new, but fine. Oh....more than fine...not Blairfine, but more than fine. In fact...oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, and he was swallowing it, all of it and even Carolyn never did *that* and, oh...yes.!
He flopped back bonelessly, and finally took a look at Pierson. The man was beautiful. His skin, oddly scarless and perfect, glowed in the light from the streets. When did the living room lights go out? And muscles, hard fighting muscles, played under that skin, and his...his penis was red and hard and big and pointing right at him and suddenly Jim wanted it. All of it. Inside of him.
Pierson seemed to read his mind. He rummaged in his discarded jeans (just what had happened to their clothing) and came up with a condom and lube and Jim instinctively (instinctively?) brought his legs up and there were those fingers again, and there was *that* again, and then...oh God, it was inside him, pushing with maddening slowness and it hurt and it hurt and then it didn't hurt anymore and he was full and Adam was moving and nothing had ever in his life felt that way before, and why hadn't he *realized* and he had but he couldn't think anymore because he was full and Pierson was moving and hitting *that* place and...and...and it happened again and Pierson jerked and moved and he'd have to get the couch cleaned but he didn't give a damn.
Slowly, Adam pulled out of him, and laid his long body on top of Jim's. "You liked?"
Jim could only nod. He couldn't speak. He'd never speak again.
"Good." Adam stood up and got dressed. He went to the balcony and opened the doors. He muttered something under his breath, but Jim heard him clearly. "Sentinels and Guides. You always have to hit them with clue by fours. One day, Methos..."
Jim didn't know who Methos was and he didn't care. He just knew Blair was dating his last woman.
The End
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