Title: Lag Time
Author/pseudonym: Melrae
Email address: melrae@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: J/B
Status: NEW
Date: March 17, 1998

Archive: Yes both Michelle and Merry
Archive author: Melrae
Archive email address: melrae@hotmail.com
Series/Sequel: NO

Other website: http://members.tripod.com/~Melrae

Disclaimers: I don't own them. They belong to Pet Fly. I don't want to give them back. Do I have to? <pout, sigh> I promise to return them in good condition.

Tired, but healthy. <EG> All comments will be listened to. Flames will be used to power my computer.

Notes: This was written in a mild fit of anger over a nameless server that was a little bit of a pain yesterday. Yvonne, I hope I got the begging done right. *smirk* Thanks to Wolfling and Tanya for beta reading this. Any further errors are mine.

Summary: Blair stops Jim from blowing up a server.

Warnings: OK I must warn everyone that there is bondage used within this story. If that's not to your liking then exercise your right to delete this story. I'm not even sure how it would rank for that. I used one pair of black fur lined handcuffs, one black silk blindfold, and one large feather. So if that hits your don't want to read it buttons then don't read it.

On with the story:

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It was a rainy afternoon in Cascade. Too cold really to be out but all was well in the loft. Blair was lounging on the couch watching Bill Nye the Science Guy, and Jim was playing around on the web.

"Sandburg, you'd better get in here before I toss your laptop in the trash," Jim shouted.

Blair sighed walking over to the table where Jim was updating his webpage. "What is it this time, Jim?"

"I spent all afternoon working on some updates for the webpage. Now I can't even upload to the site. That's not even the worst part," Jim seethed. "It says that the pages aren't even there anymore."

"What?" Blair said incredulously, but he wasn't too worried. He still had the backup copies of the pages on floppy disks in his backpack.

"It's not just us, every page seems to be down. Free web pages to everyone-- yeah, sure," Jim muttered sarcastically. "When you can get to them. Chief, you realize that almost 75% of the web pages we look at are on this domain? I never noticed before. Someone should tell them that this isn't the way to do things."

"Jim, sure it's an inconvenience now, but just think of what we can do while we wait for it to get better," Blair said beginning to nuzzle along Jim's neck.

"Chief, it's the principal of the matter. This last month has been nothing but hassles with it. I wonder how often they have to deal with their users face-to-face," Jim said, ignoring Blair's overtures.

"Jim, let's go upstairs," Blair said as he began to unbutton Jim's shirt.

"I could ask Alan to get me some C-4. That would show the server who's boss," Jim said, not noticing that Blair had removed his shirt.

"Sure Jim, or you could follow me upstairs and I could show you." Blair locked eyes with Jim and slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, and started to walk towards the stairs to the bedroom. Slowly rotating his hips in a seductive sway that soon had Jim mesmerized and forgetting about little things like server problems.

"Um....well....I guess I could wait a bit," Jim said as he followed the trail of clothes his lover had left to the bedroom leaving the same articles of clothing on top of Blair's. At the top of the stairs was Blair, totally nude except for the fur-lined handcuffs in his hand.

"Love, you aren't going to just cuff me up here and then finish your show are you?" Jim asked hesitantly.

Blair gasped, "Jim, I would never do that to you. You know that."

Jim kissed his lover's palm, "I know, but I was such a pain I wouldn't blame you."

"Ok, lie down on the bed then. I'll make you forget all about broken servers," Blair commanded.

Jim lay down on the bed on his back, his erection straining straight up in the air. Blair handed Jim a black silk scarf, which he tied over his eyes.

"Okay Jim," Blair said in a low silky voice, "hands over your head, please, grab the rail." Jim felt the handcuffs as they were fastened loosely on one wrist, then the other end of the cuffs were threaded through one of the rails then the other one was fastened around Jim's other wrist. With one look to make sure Jim was comfortable Blair leaned down and kissed Jim's forehead. "Just remember say your safeword and we stop," he said softly.

"Got it Chief. Just you remember you said that you'd make me forget all about servers and webpages," Jim said defiantly.

"I know," Blair said as he walked around the bed. When he reached the other side he reached down and picked up a long feather and began to run it lightly over Jim's skin, starting at the top of Jim's head, slowly and lightly working his way down.

Blair loved watching Jim's muscles twitch in response to the barely there touch of the feather. He loved knowing that _he_ was causing these reactions in his beloved. Blair leaned in for a deep kiss that soon had both men moaning from the intensity.

"I'm....still..... Oh...." Jim panted as Blair nipped and nuzzled along his jawline. Then down to worship the column of muscled neck, while the feather was teasing the tips of Jim's toes and the top of his feet. The dual sensations were causing Jim to lose himself in the passion.

Blair worked his way from Jim's neck down to his nipples. He first teasing them with the feather causing them to form tight pink hued peaks, enjoying the play of Jim's pectoral muscles as they rippled and twitched from the feather. Then Blair leaned over his lover and gave the closest nipple a long lick that caused Jim to shudder.

"Ohhhhhhh Blair. More....now....please....suck me," Jim begged, starting to thrust his hips up and down, as Blair gave the other nipple the same treatment then before sucking hard on each one. "Like that, Jim?" Blair asked playfully, taking the quill of the feather and lightly drawing a figure 8 design on Jim's chest, his tongue trailing behind the quill. "No....suck....my....cock....Blair....Please," Jim moaned.

Blair teased Jim into a frenzy of lust and passion, between the teasing of the feather over his body and Blair kissing, nipping, and licking him all the way down to his straining leaking cock.

The first brushes of the feather over the head of Jim's cock caused him to strain towards it, thrusting his hips. Jim's begging for Blair to take him in his mouth increased. Blair gave Jim's cock one last swirling caress with the feather before moving it to tease Jim's anus.

Blair looked at Jim; his body was covered with a light sheen of sweat, his chest was panting, he was whimpering and begging for Blair to suck his cock, and his head was thrashing back and forth. Blair knew that he wouldn't last long. With the tip of his tongue he flicked the head of Jim's cock. Jim's hips surged forward towards his mouth trying to capture the elusive and much-needed mouth. Blair grabbed Jim's hips to still them, and then he started to take Jim's cock into his mouth.

"Oh God. Yes, yes, yes Blair. Suck it pleaseeeee." Jim screamed as Blair's head began to bob up and down as he took most of Jim's cock down his throat. Jim came in Blair's mouth with a shout of his love's name and then collapsed in a boneless heap. Blair moaned and came against the side of the bed. He finished swallowing his lover's come and then crawled up to release the fur-lined handcuffs, Blair then moved Jim's arms down to his side and began to rub them. Jim moaned as he noticed the position change and quickly dragged Blair on top of him. With whispered sayings of love they each fell asleep.