By
afropuff
Blair
lay there, drifting between sleep and wakefulness, listening to a familiar
sound he couldn’t quite identify and realizing dimly that he had to go to the
bathroom. He shifted against the sheets
and inhaled deeply, gaining instant recognition of not only the sound, but also
the scent of one of the most alluring phenomena in nature.
Rain.
The
windows were still open from the night before and the rain fell hard and
steady, washing away the cloying heat that had locked the city in what felt
like a stultifying summer box. The
lightest of breezes blew into the bedroom and Blair shifted again, smiling and
burrowing under the light blanket with a soft moan of comfort. It occurred to him that he wouldn’t be able
to go back to sleep as long as his bladder remained full, but he delayed
getting up as long as possible, wanting nothing more than to lie there and
enjoy the simple pleasure. He opened
his eyes and watched the water falling in big, insistent drops, bouncing off
the fire escape railing and sliding in rivulets down the windows. The sky was a cool, moody gray, somehow dark
and light at the same time, and Blair had that strange moment of existing
outside of time because he had no idea what time it actually was. He blinked and frowned, trying to feel
what time it might be, and took a stab at 9:30, maybe 10:00. He sighed and pulled the covers off,
swinging his feet quietly to the floor and turning to look at the digital
readout. It was 7:18.
Swearing
quietly, he headed for the bathroom, sparing a glance toward the balcony doors
before closing the bathroom door behind him.
“I am not awake,” he said aloud as he relieved himself and washed his
hands. “I can’t possibly be awake this
early,” he continued with a small chuckle.
He quickly rinsed the taste of sleep out of his mouth and left the
bathroom, padding over to the balcony where he debated opening the doors, but
decided to simply look instead. It was
obvious that there was no wind - the balcony was practically dry, even though
the bricks of the wall were wet along the edges. Various words for rain popped into Blair’s head as he
watched: Downpour. Shower.
Rainstorm. He smiled, thinking
of all the different reasons people had for loving and hating rain, for
welcoming and fearing it, and as if the heavens could hear his thoughts, a soft
roll of thunder rumbled slowly across the sky.
He tried to remember what he learned in eighth-grade science about how
thunder gets its sound, but deciding it was way too early in the day for that
kind of mental energy, he scratched his head and went back upstairs.
Jim
hadn’t moved in the time Blair had gone and come back up. He still lay with his back to the stairs,
breathing quietly and evenly. Blair
looked at the elastic band from Jim’s eye mask across the back of his head and
smiled with a rush of affection as he climbed back into bed. Jim stirred as Blair got comfortable, and he
turned over so they faced each other.
He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.
“What
are you doing up?” he whispered.
Blair
shut his eyes and answered softly, “Body clock. Besides, I had to pee.”
Jim
grunted and sighed again. “What time is
it?”
“You
don’t want to know.”
Blair
smiled and he knew without opening his eyes that Jim was smiling too. Their bed was surrounded with intimacy,
cocooned in lazy, quiet coziness as they exchanged the few words. Blair listened for a while, thinking about
how he wanted to spend the day, and then lulled by the sound of the unrelenting
deluge, he was soon falling asleep.
***
When
he drifted once again into consciousness, he looked at Jim - who had, at some
point, removed the eye mask - and reached out to stroke his cheek. Answered with a tiny, sleepy smile, Blair
swept his thumb across Jim’s mouth.
“Are
you awake?”
Jim
pressed a kiss to Blair’s thumb and replied with a negative shake of his head.
Blair
laughed quietly and crept forward, replacing his thumb with his own mouth in a
soft kiss. Jim responded and it
remained gentle, becoming not much more than a simple affectionate
greeting.
Blair
broke the kiss, but remained close to Jim as he said, “Do you realize this is
the first time we’ve had the same day off since we’ve been together?”
“Yeah,
and it’s pissing rain outside. Murphy’s
Law is once again kicking my ass.”
Blair
slipped his arm around Jim’s waist and randomly stroked his back. “You know,” he began with a kiss to Jim’s
chin, “it’s not so bad, really.”
Jim
opened his eyes and looked suspiciously at his partner, only able to really see
one eye and the bridge of his nose on account of his nearness. “You hate rain,” he murmured.
“Well,
yes,” Blair responded, “I hate rain
when I have to be out in it, running around trying to run errands and carry
shit and figure out how to hold an umbrella in the process. Or worse yet, why the hell I don’t have an
umbrella.” Jim laughed and kissed his
nose. “But on slow, lazy days like
this, I love it. When you don’t have
to deal with it, you can see the beauty of it.
And think about it, Jim,” Blair said, edging ever closer to Jim and
nuzzling his neck. “What’s the one
thing people always say they want to do when the weather’s like this?”
Jim
grinned, following Blair’s train of thought immediately. “Stay in bed,” he answered.
“Exactly,”
Blair responded in a sultry whisper and nibbled his ear. “And you know what? I know we need groceries. I know that we need to go to the bank and
the post office and Staples. But, we
also need this.” Here, he kissed his
lips softly and slowly, dipping his tongue just inside. “The bank closes at 5,” he said, licking the
corner of Jim’s mouth. “The post office
closes at 6, Staples closes at 8:30 and the grocery store is 24 hours.” Blair rubbed up and down Jim’s back,
pressing his palm between his shoulder blades and wrapping a leg around his
hip. “It’s only 9 now, Jim. I think we can spare some time to do a
little reconnecting, don’t you?”
Jim
hummed contentedly so that it almost sounded like a moan. “Yeah, you’re right.” He rolled over onto Blair, straddling one of
his thighs and resting on his elbows, and then he leaned down to take an easy
dive into Blair’s mouth again. “You’re
absolutely right. I’ve kinda missed
you, to tell the truth. I’ve missed
holding you,” he admitted with a mixture of honesty and shyness that Blair
found endearing. “When was the last
time we had sex, anyway?”
“You
mean without worrying about being late for work, or cutting it short so we
could get some sleep?” They laughed at that and Blair’s hands roamed Jim’s body
suggestively then cupped his face as he added, “I’ve missed you too, Jim. Amazing how we spend so much time together
and yet it feels like months have gone by since I’ve actually seen you.”
“I
know.”
They
melted against each other, kissing luxuriously, both resisting the familiar
urge to speed things up for a quick finish.
Jim kissed Blair’s hair and nuzzled behind his ear and neck, blindly
surrendering to the purest adoration and simply enjoying his scent and the texture
of his skin. He pulled Blair’s hands up
to either side of the pillow, then his fingers twined with Blair’s and squeezed
rhythmically, almost unconsciously, as if in time to a heartbeat. He caressed the inside of Blair’s elbow with
a sweep of his lips, noting with slight surprise that the fierce grip of heated
arousal really wasn’t there. By
force of will and the gift of time, they kept things slow and easy, and right
by his ear, the sound of Blair’s soft, stuttered breathing made his body
shiver.
Blair
licked the soft, warm skin of Jim’s shoulder and pulled one hand free from his
grasp to lock it onto his neck and pull him in for another slow, heart-stopping
kiss. He pushed himself up until they
rolled over, stopping on their sides and staying there for a long, wordless
time, each reminding the other what it was like to indulge in each other - a
feast for the senses and the soul.
Blair’s hands mapped the muscles of Jim’s back and gradually inched
lower, drifting over the curve of his ass, little by little raising the
intensity of the moment. When he
applied more pressure, Jim’s hips tilted forward until he was slowly grinding
against him, arching back into Blair’s hand after every thrust.
Blair
turned them over once again and rose to sit on his heels, grinning down at Jim
as he removed his own t-shirt, and then he reached into the waistband of Jim’s
boxers and pulled down a couple of inches, exposing the beautifully delineated
ridge of his pelvis. He silently
thanked genetic predisposition and gave another nod of thanks to every gym his lover
had ever visited as he leaned down and licked a slow stripe from one hip to the
other, skimming just across the top of his pubic hairline. Earning a soft gasp, he did it again,
mouthing his way across the expanse of taut skin with reverent lips, dipping
his tongue into every graceful hollow and curve of muscle.
“That
feels good,” Jim whispered, shuddering, pleasure enabling him to speak only the
basic truths. “I love when you do
that.”
“Mmmm,”
Blair acknowledged softly, sucking with calm dedication on a small patch of
skin. He pulled up after a few seconds
and answered, “I’ll have to do it more often,” before he returned to the spot,
adding his teeth to the mix.
Jim
hissed and arched up once and managed a breathy laugh, “If…if you’re going to be sucking, why don’t
you move a little further…to your…um,” he faltered as Blair released him, wetly
and noisily, only to lick a circle around his navel.
“Patience,
Jim,” Blair replied as he sat up and maneuvered around to pull off both their
shorts, then crawled over Jim, lying atop him once again as the solid,
welcoming body stretched out under him.
He sighed and shut his eyes, giving in to the desire to thrust against
him slowly. Jim’s legs slid open and
Blair rocked into the warm cradle they created, kissing him as he did so. “Loving you properly takes time,” he sighed
against Jim’s lips, taking them briefly between his teeth before devouring his
mouth.
Abruptly,
he stopped, looking down into Jim’s face with a gleam in his eyes. “I just got an idea,” he said with a grin as
he got off the bed.
“Am
I going to like this?” Jim asked,
propping himself up on one elbow.
“Well,”
Blair answered slyly, “you used to.” He
sat near Jim’s head and lay down, his head landing neatly at Jim’s crotch. “It’s been a long time, hm?” he said as he
rolled towards him.
Jim
automatically reached for Blair’s hips and moved in. “You can say that again,” he smiled, wasting no time taking Blair
into his mouth and moaning softly at the answering wet warmth on his own cock.
It
was one of their favorite things to do, and something - by its very nature -
that would help prolong the slow burn of their early morning lovemaking. Their hands were as busy as their mouths,
squeezing and stroking everything within reach while they sucked, bit and
licked eagerly, turned on by the novelty of having not done this for so
long. Before they knew it, the switch
from easy to urgent was flipped and Blair found himself pulling away from Jim
once again and getting up to retrieve a slightly neglected bottle of lubricant
from a dresser drawer. By the time he
returned to the side of the bed, he had the bottle open and was pouring a small
puddle into his palm. Jim tucked his
hands behind his head and spread his legs wide in anticipation as he watched
Blair slick himself liberally.
“Want
some?” Blair smiled, indicating the
bottle as he crawled into bed, resting between Jim’s open thighs.
Jim
tilted his head thoughtfully and smiled back.
“Yeah, you can give me a little.”
He
brought his arms down to relax at his sides as Blair drizzled more of the fluid
onto his fingers and pressed them to Jim’s body. He closed his eyes as Blair rubbed the hole slowly and clenched
the sheets when two fingers slipped just inside.
“You
need this?” Blair asked hoarsely as his
fingers moved shallowly in and out.
His
back arching slightly, Jim sighed.
“No,” he answered, “just go slow.”
Blair
rubbed Jim’s stomach with his free hand as he gently removed his fingers. He pulled him into a sitting position and kissed
him, and then, through instructions both verbal and physical, urged him onto
widespread knees and turned him to hold the top of the railing. Once he got him situated into just the right
position and angle, he poured himself over him and into him and closed his
eyes, breathing a stream of nearly silent words slowly down the back of Jim’s
neck.
Blair
re-familiarized himself with Jim’s thighs, remembering the slope and swell of
the straining quadriceps as his fingers dug into them. He pulled his hands up the insides of them
in a slow drag and then held Jim firmly by his hip joints, gaining leverage and
keeping him steady while he bit his shoulder.
Jim turned his head for an awkward kiss, whimpering then moaning through
it while Blair brought up one hand to scrape over his nipples. He reached behind to grasp one of Blair’s
buttocks, pulling him and squeezing, tracking the rhythmic tension and release
of the muscles as Blair’s hips pumped inexorably, slowly setting every nerve on
fire.
Blair
offered encouragement by reaching between Jim’s legs and taking him in his
hand, playing with him, not necessarily trying to make him climax faster as
much as to simply touch him. The sounds
Jim made whenever Blair penetrated him and stroked him simultaneously always
got Blair hotter, made him want to fuck him harder. Instead, he went slower and deeper and after more exploratory and
incendiary touching, Jim came with a sharp, jerky shudder and a brief outcry,
grasping the bar of the railing as if he’d break it into pieces. Blair’s erratic breathing signaled his
finish and he hooked his hands up and around Jim’s shoulders and groaned long
and low, letting his head fall onto Jim’s shoulder and panting while his pulse
hammered thick and solid throughout his limp body.
Outside,
the rain continued to fall as they parted, cleaned up, kissed and lay on top of
the disheveled bed linen, rejecting the idea of getting up just yet. They decided that after the week they’d had,
they deserved a little extra rest and went back to sleep. Jim admitted to himself as he dozed that
Blair had been right – on two counts; the rain wasn’t so bad when you were
curled up against your lover, and staying in and making love was infinitely
more important than errands. They still
had the whole day anyway, so why not stay home a little longer?
After
all, the bank didn’t close until 5.
The
End