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'Damn it. You know, when I told him that he was like a primal caveman, he didn't have to take it so damn literally. Just when had it become against the law of roommates to bring someone home for dinner. Okay, granted, maybe I should have told him about it, but I didn't think it was going to be that big of a deal. We've always brought people home before, but apparently something's changed. I mean, all through dinner, he just kept sending me these looks that made me grateful the table separated us and that someone else had been there to make sure he didn't kill me. Bastard.'
'Damn it, how could he bring someone home tonight. Tonight of all nights. He's supposed to be the sensitive one and supposed to remember everything that's important. At least, that's the way he always was before. So what happened. What made him forget what tonight was? And yeah, okay, so I could have been a better host, but having someone else over for dinner, let alone one of the other professors from the university wasn't exactly what I had planned for dinner. And he sat there the whole night, looking at me with those expressive eyes of his wondering what it was that had made me so angry. Like the dinner itself and the way the apartment looked shouldn't have tipped him off. Bastard.'
"Jim, I think we need to talk," Blair started after their guest had left. He didn't know what it was that had set Jim off but he was concerned about it. He didn't like the idea of his Sentinel being angry at him. In fact, he would rank that at the top of his things he hated the most list.
"Talk," Jim spit out, removing the dishes from the table and putting them in the sink to soak. "Talk about what?"
"You can't be serious," Blair croaked. "I mean, you were here tonight, weren't you. You were the one giving me the cold shoulder all night, right?" Jim shrugged as he picked up the leftover lasagna and covered it with tinfoil, before placing it in the refrigerator. "Come on, man. Talk to me."
"Talk about what?" Jim asked. "Talk about how you just invited someone home tonight of all nights, without so much as a word to me about it." "Why, what was so special about tonight?" Blair questioned and then it came to him. 'Oh shit, no wonder he's pissed. Damn it, I would be too if I was in his shoes. Crap, I am such an idiot. How the hell could I have forgotten? Well, that explains the lasagna. And the wine. And the candles. Christ, I am a complete and utter jerk.' "Jim, I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Jim bit back. "Sorry about what? Forgetting what today was? What I thought it meant to you?"
"Jim, I.." Blair tried to apologize. To explain how he had simply forgotten the date today. It hadn't even occurred to him what it was, but Jim wouldn't let him. He cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"Don't Blair," he told him, setting the last of the pans in the sink to soak. "Just don't. I really don't think I can listen to your excuses right now." Blair watched helplessly as Jim headed out of the room. "I've had a long day and suddenly I'm just feeling really tired. I think I'm just gonna head to bed right now." Then he was gone and Blair was left alone, standing in their living room wondering how in the world he was going to make things better with his partner.
'Way to go, Sandberg. You completely and utterly screwed this one up royally. Now what are you going to do to get back in Jim's good graces?' Blair sighed as he realized that he had better come up with something fast, and good, or else his life would be an utter hell because of the man that was sleeping upstairs.
Jim couldn't sleep. Well, he could, he just wasn't tired. And it didn't help that he could hear Blair downstairs swearing to himself. He didn't think his partner knew that many swear words and then he started hearing them in other languages. 'Damn, that must come in handy when you don't want anyone around you to know what you're saying.' He knew the other man was sorry for what had happened. He could tell by the way that Blair's eyes had that sadness in them when he gets truly remorseful. And he knew that he wouldn't be able to stay mad at him for long. He never could. 'Damn it, why did I run off like that? I should have just let him explain. Maybe make him do a little begging and pleading before telling him that it was okay. Instead, what did I do? I ran off to bed, telling him that I was tired. Now both of us are miserable. At least, if I had stayed down there, we would have been miserable together.'
Jim listened as he heard Blair's soft footsteps come up the stairs. He closed his eyes, pretneding sleep, as he felt the other man's presence in the bedroom.. Jim made no movement to acknowledge the other man's presence.
He felt as the bed dipped and heard the soft clunk as Blair's sneakers hit the floor. Jim stayed as still as possible, waiting to see what Blair would do.
"Jim, I might not have your senses, but I do know you well enough to know when you aren't actually asleep." When Jim made no movement one way or the other, Blair sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Jim, look, I'm sorry. I totally forgot what today was. Not what it was, but you know, the actual date. And, yeah, I know that sounds like a completely lame excuse, but its the only one I have. I'm sorry."
"I know you are, Chief," Jim finally answered, opening his eyes and facing Blair. He noticed the dejected, hunched shoulders of his partner and reached out to him. He couldn't help himself. It had become second nature to him to want to hold his guide. "I'm sorry that I was such a bastard to your friend."
"No, you had every right to be angry," Blair told him. "I mean, tonight was supposed to be a special night. A night for just the two of us and I completely screwed it up." Jim couldn't help himself. He grabbed Blair and pushed him onto his back, Jim's body covering it. He leaned down and kissed his lover, letting him know that all was forgiven and shutting him up. Jim had discovered early on that it was the best way of keeping Blair quiet.
"You know, its impossible to win an argument with you when you do that," Blair observed once the kiss had ended.
"What can I say, I like to skip the argument and get right to the make up sex," Jim grinned, stealing another kiss from his lover.
"Hmmm, I can live with that," Blair matched Jim's grin with one of his own. Then all conversation ended as Jim began to undress the man that he had given his life to. He lifted Blair's shirt off, kissing each piece of exposed flesh as it appeared, earning himself quite a few moans from the man beneath him. Blair weaved his hands through Jim short locks, pulling him towards his mouth, and ravaging the other man's mouth. Their tongue's fought a duel as old as time, neither one winning or losing and neither person caring. All that they cared about was that they were with the one that they loved. The one that they had dedicated themselves too.
All too quickly, Jim's mouth left Blair's as the Sentinel kissed and nibbled his way past Blair's throat, to his chest where he took one of his nipples into is mouth and began to lave it with his tongue, turning it into a hard pebble, while his hands began to undo the buttons that held Blair's jeans on. He then moved and gave the other nipple the same treatment as his hands plunged into the opening of those jeans, coming into contact with the hard erection that they were hiding. Blair bucked as he felt Jim's warmth against his hardness, causing the other man to chuckle.
"Impatient aren't you," Jim laughed, causing Blair to growl. Jim kissed Blair once more before bending to remove the last remaining barrier between the two men. Once Blair was completely naked, Jim took a moment to gaze at his lover, admiring the body that was sprawled out before him.
"Like what you see," Blair asked, his voice husky with desire and lust.
"Very much so," Jim told him. Blair held out his arms to his lover who fell into them easily. The two men kissed each other as if there was no tomorrow, their erections rubbing deliciously against each other, causing them to moan. Blair reached down and took their cocks into his hand, pumping them both furiously. Jim's hand quickly joined them, both men wanting to cum together. This wasn't a case of making love, that would come later in the evening. This was pure animal lust and desire. This was the two of them wanting to know that they had the power to make the other lose control of themselves.
"Gods Jim," Blair moaned as he felt himself reaching the edge. The first time was always intense, and this promised to be one of the best. Then he was there, Jim right along with him, their orgasms ripping through their bodies like a freight train. Warm seed covered their stomachs between them, causing a sticky mess that neither man minded. Jim collapsed beside Blair, not wanting to crush his lover, and pulled the smaller man close to him. Blair snuggled next to his lover, basking in the love that he knew was being offered.
"You're right, you know," Blair finally whispered, having gained enough strength to once again form a coherent thought.
"Right about what?"
"About the make up sex. It is a good idea to just go right to it." Blair could feel Jim's laugh in his chest as the other man kissed the top of his head.
"I love you," Jim told Blair.
"I love you, too, Jim. Happy Anniversary."
"Happy Anniversary, Chief."
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