TS Ficlet

[castalie]

Hear, hear, my wonderful betas sent me my fic back this morning- all pretty and shiny *g*

So, here the thing :

Title: A Piece of Heaven.... formerly known as The Rimming Fic [didn't want you guys to wonder where the hell the
fic had diseappeared- it's the same story, promise]
Show: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Not mine - obviously, I'm just playing with them, but really I'm pretty sure they're having much more fun with me that with PetFly, I'm just saying.
Summary: Uh... it's the grand-mother of PWP. Is the summary enough for you?
Story Notes This fic is dedicated to my sis, Terri, who was complaining that we didn't get enough rimming stories. It was supposed to be a drabble with just the rimming... and it turned into something slightly different. Still hope you'll like it.
A/N: Thanks to my beloved betas, yami_tai and Bobbie. Believe me, guys, you owe them *big* *eg*
Warning: Yes, I'm adding this - feel free to skip it *g* So, rimming - obviously -, some smacks on a very enticing ass, cos really, this is *me* we're talking about, and language?

Now, I'll shut up and let the ones who're interested read the damn thing *g*

A Piece of Heaven

I had Blair exactly where I wanted him. Totally and gloriously naked, he was on his hands and knees, his ass high in the air to give me better access to my... target shall we say. His legs were spread wide, his arms bent, head resting on them like on a pillow, his hands gripped tightly to the railing in front of him in an attempt to stay still, no matter what was going to be done to him.

He made one hot, wanton and delicious sight.

I wanted him comfortable for what I had in store for him. I was going to take my time tonight. I needed to get my Blair fix - a fix I’d been denied in the last few days. I wasn’t complaining about my job, but it could be hell on anyone’s sexual life. Cuddles were good, making out with Sandburg was art, pure and simple, but a man needed his quota of hot, sweaty and dirty action. And an Ellison needed his quota of hot, sweaty and dirty Blair.

I could say that the Sentinel in me was feeling the urge to imprint his Guide on his senses again, and who knows, maybe there was some truth in that. But the bottom line was that, I, James Ellison, felt the urge to physically reconnect with Blair Sandburg - lover extraordinaire.

I needed to feel the hard muscles of his legs shiver under my hands or over my shoulders, to feel the soft skin of his inner thighs under my tongue. I wanted to have him welcome me deep inside his body, to clench around me, and take all of me. I needed his breath to get shallow, to listen to his thundering heartbeat as passion invaded him. I dreamed of touching every inch of him, hearing him whimper and cry my name. I longed to run my hands over his flushed and sweat-slicked body, to see him quiver with need.

I had the feeling we would not sleep a lot tonight. We had tomorrow off anyway, so who needed sleep when they’d been deprived of the pleasure of tasting their lover for so long? I intended to make love to him all night- or as long as biology allowed me to. But deprivation was the best aphrodisiac I know, and I felt that Blair and I had one hot and passionate night ahead of us. Fucking and loving would mesh together tonight, and I could practically taste it already.

Speaking of tasting... I lazily let a finger tease Blair’s cleft, stroking the soft skin hidden there. Blair reacted immediately, I heard him gasp - he was eager and willing. Always. He wasn’t the only one.

There was one thing I wanted more than anything right now. I wanted to make him writhe and squirm, and beg for more. I wanted to eat him alive - I thought that said it all. I’ve heard all my life how 'anal' I was, and I don’t think any of those people had the slightest idea how right they were. Then again, I didn’t know whether it was because of my enhanced senses or just a coincidence, and I couldn’t care less about the whys. All I knew was that I loved rimming my lovers - always had, and considering who my lover was, always would. There was something about being allowed to perform such an intimate thing to them that really turned me on. The mere thought of it made me hard, and knowing I would stick my tongue in Blair’s ass very soon... well, let’s just say that my dick was already begging for attention. I also loved the idea of controlling him this way - to see him go wild just with my tongue.

Truth be told, I loved fucking my lovers, period : cock - finger - tongue - toy, I couldn’t get enough of it. The sensation couldn’t be compared to anything else. It always humbled me too, to be able to do that to someone: to penetrate them, to make them part of myself just for a brief moment, to possess them like no one could ever dream of. And it was just so hot, so good.

Fucking Blair always brought a whole new dimension to the act itself. As we became more and more intimate, I also realized that the man loved his ass being played with more than any of my past lovers. I’d rarely seen someone who got off so much at being rimmed, and since I had every intention to make Blair my last lover, you can imagine how well I welcomed the news.

Tonight we would both get one of our favorite treats.

I heard Blair laugh softly, and saw him stare at me over his shoulder. He was apparently finding my predatorily smile quite amusing. The guy knew how much power he had over me, and he usually congratulated himself on the knowledge a lot. Laughing during sex was acceptable, under certain conditions - but laughter wasn’t what I had in mind for tonight.

I firmly cupped his asscheeks, kneading the hot flesh, and ran a thumb down the cleft again. This time though, I didn’t stop, and I spread the cheeks, displaying my lover’s asshole. The little moan I heard coming from him, and the already shaking legs, were more to my taste.

I held him open like this, doing nothing but devouring him with my eyes. Can you tell that the sight of a totally spread open Blair was turning me on more than ever? To my hungry eyes, he was like a delicious and long awaited meal: sweet, hot and spicy. This sight only was an appetizer. Add in the smell of him too, and I was in heaven. He just smelled so good. And if that was a benefit from my senses, I didn’t have any complaints. He’d taken a long and leisurely bath before coming to bed, and I’ve long been addicted to the sweet smell of a freshly clean Blair. What I loved more though, is how the soap he used didn’t alter the scent of my lover - the ‘Blair’ scent that I couldn’t describe with words, but knew so well and could recognize just everywhere.

A little and enticing wiggle of the ass presented in front of me told me I was taking too long. Someone was getting impatient. And truth be told, ‘someone’ wasn’t the only one.

Comfortably on my knees behind Blair, I bent forward slowly and placed an almost chaste kiss to Blair’s opening - that is, if kissing someone’s ass can be considered as chaste.

It was only a kiss but it ignited a fire in me immediately, and I felt my whole body literally humming from the pleasure of finally, finally tasting him. I was sure I felt like an addict would, right after he got his first shot at a long awaited fix. My whole body was being filled with Blair, he was invading my brain, running through my veins.

Suddenly, I needed so much more.

I grasped his hips in a tight grip, and let my tongue caress the cleft as a warning for what was to come. I could feel Blair’s shaking with eager anticipation under my hands. He was trying not to push back. He knew it was too early - I wouldn’t allow him to move just yet. It was my show - his job was to take it all, let himself go. To submit not only to me, but to the pleasure I was going to give him.

After my tongue had teased him enough and left a wet path along his cleft, I licked the skin around his opening. My hands cupped his cheeks again, granting me all the access I wanted. I took my time licking and lapping, and didn’t allow his moans to hasten my pace. He was just so responsive, I could only imagine what he was feeling right now. I knew my cock was getting harder and harder, and I hadn’t even dived in yet.

My hunger for Blair got the better of me though, and I couldn’t delay any longer. Finally, I probed gently inside - getting my treat. His smell was intoxicating - underneath the sweet smell of soap, here was Blair, unadulterated and enticing. His taste was heaven on my tongue.

I knew how my lips and tongue would feel on the delicate skin, and I took advantage of it. I fucked Blair with my tongue, pushing back and forth, licking across his opening in soft, warm, wet strokes. I lavished all my attention on this special part of him.

I could feel the strain in his body. Blair wanted nothing more than to rock back hard and take more of my tongue in him. I knew he was gripping the railing with all his might, his moans coming from deep within his throat. Still, he was relaxing his inner muscle, and his asshole opened to me even more, allowing me to gain even deeper access. He also spread his legs even wider - if that was possible. He looked and sounded so wanton like this, I just loved it, and a growl escaped my own throat.

I let one hand abandon his cheek and travel between his thighs. He was rock hard, and already I could feel pre-come on his cock. When I caressed the tip, he bucked against me and called my name huskily, but he didn’t try to do anything else. I wasn’t worried about him coming too soon. Blair could take so much more and last longer than that.

My tongue pulled away from his ass for a moment, making him groan in frustration. I smacked him hard to show him I was far from finished and he’d better be good - a red imprint slowly started to appear on his asscheek, decorating it beautifully. I bent slightly forward, reached the hand that had played with his cock just a second earlier to his mouth, and made him taste himself. He licked my finger, then looking at me over his shoulder, he slowly and thoroughly sucked it, encircling it with the tip of his tongue before taking it in his mouth again - he was practically going down on my finger. The little shit was teasing me, and it was working, a little too well.

I smacked him again - this time in warning that he’d better stop, and he freed my finger with a smug smile on his lips. His face was flushed, his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dark and lips moist, and he looked utterly debauched. He was fucking beautiful, and he was mine. I grasped my cock at the base, trying to calm things down. There was no way I was going to allow things to end so soon.

I bent back down, but instead of diving in again to suck on my prize, I took a different path and covered his back, letting him carry my weight like an oversize, overheated and living blanket. I found my way to his ear, and nibbled the silky lobe. He moaned again, and I bit the lobe, shuddering myself at his reaction - far from silencing him, it made him cry out and buck underneath me, nudging my cock, which was practically nestled between his asscheeks at the moment.

I took a deep breath, and lapped at his neck before coming back to his ear. "If you want to feel my tongue inside your sweet ass, Chief," I whispered to him, my voice rough from the restraint I’d put on myself so that I didn’t pound into him here and now. "And if you want my hard cock fucking you blind afterward, you’d better be a good boy, and let me play with my favorite toy without interference. Is that clear?"

He shook his head, but I knew it didn’t mean anything. I retreated from his back, and ran my tongue over his spine, making him arch up. I sat back on my heels - and waited. I couldn’t help smirking as I heard a Sentinel soft, but still very distinctive ‘bastard’ coming from my lover’s sweet mouth. I smacked him hard a third time - after all, he was expecting it, and I couldn’t disappoint him.

I waited again.

He peeked at me over his shoulder - his look both pleading and glaring. Finally, like I knew he would – we knew each other by heart — he bent his head lower, resting it comfortably on his bent arms, and pointed his ass even higher in the air.

What a wonderful invitation to get down to business again that was. Who would be strong enough to say no to such an offer? Not me. That’s when I suddenly decided that I wouldn’t be able to resist fucking him very long after all. I needed to get him real wet and even more relaxed - I didn’t intend to wait much longer before plunging my cock balls deep into him. He was more than able to take me without anymore preparation - we both were. Relaxation was the key, and he was more than relaxed.

I smiled at the thought of being buried deep inside him. But first, I wanted more of him. A little lick over the soft skin of his anus once more to let him know the show was about to resume again in earnest, and I lapped at it with long and leisurely strokes. Then, as if on its own volition, my tongue entered him again. I stuck the tip of my tongue in first, and spreading his asscheeks wider, I ate him alive, literally fucking him with my tongue.

This time, he was through with keeping still, and he pushed back with a growl - rocking back in time with my tongue fucking him. He was impaling himself on it, in a perfect prelude to the dance we would be performing in a few minutes. I pushed and stroked deep inside him, back and forth - not missing an inch of his opening, retracting my tongue to encircle it before diving in again, over and over.

I was drunk with Blair - there was no other word for it. It seemed he was all around me. I could smell him, taste him, hear him - he surrounded me.

Finally, it was too much. I licked his now wet hole and brushed my lips over it a last time. I straightened, and knelt closer to him. I thrust a finger in him to make sure he was relaxed enough, but more than anything, his impatient growl told me he was more than ready to welcome me into his body. My hands gripped his waist, my fingers molding themselves on his sweat-soaked skin... I positioned my cock at his entrance, and in one smooth stroke, I was inside the hot and tight channel.

I couldn’t help crying out his name - it was just so perfect. I was deep, deep in him, and it felt so good. I closed my eyes and held myself still. I didn’t want to come too soon, but I was on the edge. Blair was breathing hard - his hands had abandoned the railing, he was now completely on all fours, levering himself on his hands to give me a better angle with which to hit his prostate later. For the moment though, he wasn’t moving either. He refused to provoke my climax when I wanted it to last at least a little longer.

Finally, my own breathing was almost back to normal, and my blood didn’t feel like it would scorch me from within. I took a deep breath, and slowly bent over Blair, covering him again. I took his hands, and disentangled them from the sheets. I entwined my fingers with his, holding tight. My cock deep inside his ass, he was all around me. Covering him like this, I was all around him as well. We were both one body, and I defied anyone to tell where one started and the other ended.

Slowly at first, I thrust, sliding all the way inside him - then I accelerated my pace, and started to pound into him in earnest. His words weren’t coherent anymore, and even if they were, I couldn’t understand them. I was in another world. My body undulated against him, adding a whole world of sensation, my front was literally plastered against his back, and his sweat-slicked skin felt like I was laying on pure silk. Blair was so tight around my cock... I was shivering non-stop, almost convulsing from thousands of little peaks of pleasure attacking me. I almost withdrew, then impaled myself with more force each time, ramming inside the hot channel.

When I felt that I couldn’t wait any longer, I disentangled my hands from his, putting his own back on the railing. I wanted him to brace himself. Then, still pounding hard, I sneaked a hand to his cock, and stroked it in time with my thrusts in a punishing pace. He was practically over the edge by now, had submitted to the sweet torture since I’d first fucked him with my tongue and was begging to be freed, begging to be allowed to let himself go, without restraint - when he came, screaming my name, he arched his back at an almost impossible angle, taking me even deeper in him - his heartbeat almost defeaned me, it was so loud.

Shaking from his orgasm, the sheer ecstasy of his release still burning through his body, he still started to rock back to meet each of my thrust. He knew that I loved coming right after him, when he was already spent. The sight of him impaling himself hard on my cock, the feel of him now clamping me from within, were finally enough to push me over the edge, and after a last powerful thrust, I came as well, almost zoning on the sensation. It was a rush of pleasure stronger than any drug, better than anything I’d ever known.

I wasn’t thinking too clearly yet - the blood still hadn’t found its way back to my brain, but I knew I couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from Blair just now. Still inside him, I laid us down on the bed, on our side, with him firmly spooned in front of me. We didn’t need to talk for now, we were still coming down from the ride, and we were in no hurry.

After a while, Blair took my hand and kissed the palm, then made lazy strokes around the fingers and over the palm. He was tasting me, tasting us, and I shivered at the thought.

There would be time to come back to reality and to wash our sticky and sweaty selves later. For now, we just wanted to bask in the afterglow of a mind blowing fucking session.

Then again...

I suddenly realized Blair was rocking back and forth, in a very slow motion, and my now spent cock, still inside him, was twitching from the movement. I knew it was too soon for round two, but my dick apparently needed to be told - the night was still young, after all.

I had the man I loved in my arms, lazingly stroking my arm, a sweet and sated smile on his face, and we were both recovering from one wonderful bout of lovemaking... Theology was never my forte, but if heaven existed, surely, it couldn’t get better than this...

Fin

ETA: Wow, didn't realize my template was so long! I think I scared even myself!

Comments

[yami-tai.livejournal.com]

Wow, didn't realize my template was so long! I think I scared even myself!

*grins* That is a long template!! *smiles* And I know I've already said it but this is a great fic, full of lemony goodness *fans self*!

[castalie.livejournal.com]

I've been told that I was totally and utterly unable to describe anything in a short and concise way, and uh... well, I have to admit that there's definitely some truth in that! lol

And thanks again *g* Of course, I have to thank *you* in return, cos you can't imagine how much you and Bobbie both help me improve my stories each time *g* You really do a wonderful job!

[yami-tai.livejournal.com]

You really do a wonderful job!

*shakes head* Nope, you do all the hard work, hun! We just make suggestions!!

Hmm, a bit OT but I'm wondering how many of my homemade cookies I can eat without being sick *bounces away to get another one*!!!

[castalie.livejournal.com]

Hmm, a bit OT but I'm wondering how many of my homemade cookies I can eat without being sick *bounces away to get another one*!!!

So? How many did you eat without being sick? lol And 'homemage cookies'... how English! I love that *g*

[yami-tai.livejournal.com]

So? How many did you eat without being sick?

Three and a half :D! The dough was supposed to make eight but I made six with it so they were huge!!! *big grin* That's me, very English!!

[alinewrites.livejournal.com]

Great plot! lol! Wednesday, smut day? Very well written, nice hot fic!

[castalie.livejournal.com]

How odd- I received your comment, but so far, it still didn't appear on my page *shrug* I guess it'll come when it'll see fit- hmm, nice line that one *g*

That was one hell of a plot, wasn't it? *giggle*

And thanks for the compliment *g* I'm glad you liked it, and even happier you thought it was hot. That's sorta the whole point of a PWP, so I'm delighted to hear I did it *g*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

OMG!!!

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It's so much better than I could ever imagine, It's just...wow.

I'm so honoured to have this dedicated to me. It was so hot and I loved Jim, so predatory and the rimming. GUH!

Blair being tongue fucked just makes me shiver in all the right places.

Thank you! This is the hottest TS I've read for a long time.

Rimming fic! I adore it!

[castalie.livejournal.com]

*bouncing* You like it, you like it? YAY! Man, I'm so happy you do *twirls*

It's just that it's different from what I originally had in mind, and for a moment, I even feared that the rimming sorta faded in the story, and I so didn't want that. So, uh, I'm so happy you liked it, cos the point was to write a *rimming* theme, right? *beaming*

This is the hottest TS I've read for a long time.

Boy oh boy, thank you so much *g*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I loved it never mind liked it.

No worries about the rimming, because it was hot as hell!

[castalie.livejournal.com]

*beams*

[ximeria.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm
So this is what you kept refering to as you rimming-fic LOL -- good -- hot and well described ^_^

[castalie.livejournal.com]

Yes, this is *finally* what I kept refering to as my rimming fic *preens*

LOL

Thank you, kind sir, for the great comment *g* I'm glad you liked it. I mean, coming from you... that's really nice *g*

And your icon? Brilliant!