Sweet Tooth

Blair walked into the loft and stopped as soon as he looked up from placing his keys in the basket by the door. All of the furniture was gone and the floor and counters were covered in plastic.

"Shoes off, Chief." Jim shouted from his room.

"Uh, Jim just what is going on here." Blair said cautiously.

"Just a bit of painting. Figured I'd get everything out of the way and get it all done at once. Don't panic though all of your stuff is still in your room." Jim walked downstairs wearing nothing but some tight black bike shorts and a dark blue tank top. "Go and get changed Chief and we can go out to eat tonight and then do the painting tomorrow morning."

"I'm fine like this Jim." Blair said trying to control his reaction to seeing Jim in such a skintight pair of shorts, as they made their way to the truck Blair was sure that Jim wasn't wearing any underwear!

On the way back to the loft Jim pulled over at a small carnival and dragged Blair along to satisfy the sentinel's sweet tooth. Jim's haul included cotton candy, a couple of yards of red vine ropes, and a couple dozen mini-donuts that never made it back to the truck.

Back at the loft, Jim stashed his goodies and Blair went to change into his nightclothes. Jim began to plan his attack on Blair. Tonight would be fun payback for all of the little pranks the young anthropologist had pulled. It also would be a test of how Blair would respond to a declaration of love from him. Jim set out everything Blair needed for his bedtime tea.

"Jim could you pass me the honey." Blair asked, "ewww, Jim you dropped some on me." After he felt the sticky syrup land on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Chief. Let me get that for you." Jim said still holding the honey squeeze bottle. He leaned down and blocked Blair in against the counter, licking the honey from his shoulder. Jim then pulled one side of the oversized tank top Blair was wearing and drizzled more honey on him.

"Jim?" Blair asked cautiously in case Jim was having a sensory spike or something. Anything other than what it looked like.

"Shh, I want this. I think you do to. Any objections say them now." Jim said before removing both of their shirts.

"Oh yeah, you were right." Blair said and groaned as Jim turned him around and squeezed more honey around Blair's nipple, before licking it off.

Blair decided that Jim wasn't going to be alone in this little game of 'lick me, eat me.' Just when his sentinel's guard was down he reluctantly slipped away and ran for the fridge and the can of whipped cream that was there. "Ready to play fair?" He quipped shaking the can.

Jim growled low in his throat and squirted his honey at Blair. Blair in retaliation started coating Jim in whipped cream. When their supplies were exhausted they reached out and began to lick each other clean. When they were cleanish Blair got a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Take off your shorts, Jim. I've got another surprise I want to try." Blair said taking off his own shorts and boxers. He walked over to where Jim stashed the red vine ropes and the cotton candy. "Stand against the post please." Blair requested, "hands behind the post." He then tied Jim's hands with the red vine rope. Blair laughed mentally, like that would stop Jim if he wanted loose. "Close your eyes, Jim." When Jim had closed, his eyes Blair began to lightly run the frayed edges of the cotton candy over Jim's body causing his body to shiver from the nebulous contact. Blair then took some strands and wrapped them over the head of Jim's erect cock. Blair stretched up and gave Jim a lip-bruising kiss before bending back down to lick all of the cotton candy off of Jim's cock. Then Blair worked as much of Jim's cock into his own mouth as he could then pulling back slowly circling his tongue around the head of his cock.

Jim was shaking his head in frustration, didn't Blair know how close he was? In and out, in and out, closer and closer to climax. Just as Jim's balls began to draw closer to his body Blair increased the suction on his cock. Jim was trying to hold off his orgasm. He wanted Blair to come with him. When he felt something hot, hard and slick rubbing against his shin it took a few seconds to realized it was Blair's cock, when he put that together he let go and came with Blair not to far behind him.

Both of them were weak from their orgasms when Jim muttered, "Guess you can get rid of that table leg now, Chief."

The End

Yeah, yeah, I know poor ending. <G>