By afropuff
He walked into the loft and was hit with a rich, sweet aroma. It was a bit
overwhelming, though not at all unpleasant. In fact, it smelled sort of like...
like someone was baking.
"Sandburg, you cooking something?"
Blair looked up briefly from the TV.
"Oh, hey Jim. No, man. Not yet anyway. Are you hungry? I could
start dinner."
"No, it's not that, it's... never mind, it's nothing," Jim mumbled as
he hung his jacket and headed upstairs.
"Okay."
The scent got stronger near the bottom of the stairs and Jim paused. He turned
toward Blair in speculation, then shook his head and went upstairs. While he was up there removing his holster,
taking off his shoes and getting comfortable, the scent continued to draw his
attention. It was quite nice, actually, heavy and buttery. That was what gave it that cake-like smell!
It smelled like butter. Butter and sugar. What was it though? It had him
mesmerized. He moved to the rail and looked at Blair again, thinking that maybe
he'd been to a bakery and bought something. One close look at Blair's face
revealed that that, however, was not the case.
The scent was coming from Blair himself.
More specifically, his mouth.
He was eating one of those Werther's butter toffee candies and as soon as Jim
realized it, he stepped back from the railing and shut his eyes. He took a deep
breath and his mind began to create all sorts of scenes for
him involving him, Blair and butter. That distinct, cloying smell was doing a
number on his libido and he wasn't exactly sure why. All he knew was that it
was making him want to lick something. Or someone.
He moved slowly around his room and tried to remain calm, but he heard the soft
clicking of the hard candy against Blair's teeth and couldn't take it anymore.
He moved swiftly down the stairs and over to the sofa and
kneeled on the floor between Blair's knees before Blair even knew what was
happening. He pulled him into a kiss, hard and demanding, barely noticing his
partner's startled gasp or his sounds of shocked protest. He could taste that
scent now and he pried Blair's mouth open with his hands to get more of it. He
kissed him deeply and unrelentingly, holding on to his face and languishing in
the taste of the candy made perfect by the taste of Blair. It took him a while
to realize that there were no more protests and that the gasp of surprise had
turned smoothly into a sigh of pleasure.
Jim let go of Blair's face and broke the kiss, smiling at the realization that
the candy was now in his own mouth. He ran his tongue against it, over and
over, and closed his eyes for a second as he found Blair among
its many flavors. When he opened his eyes, Blair was looking at him with an
expression he couldn't quite read. Blair shook his head and laughed, then
reached into his pocket and pulled out a little gold cellophane oval.
"You know, Jim, you could've just asked."
The End.