Date: 11/12/99

Notes: This was actually inspired by a work-in-progress. A long,
serious work-in-progress, believe it or not. For Sileya, whose fault
this whole thing is. I know it's a little late for Halloween stories,
but...
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Blair came bouncing down the stairs from the bedroom he shared with Jim.
"So? What do you think?"

Jim, who had scoured the city for his Jedi costume, turned around to
look at his lover. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, come on, live a little."

Jim circled Blair, taking in the blue gingham dress and the braided hair.
"You can't be serious. I thought you were going to go as a Jedi, too."

"Jim, it's a great costume. Besides, if we both show up as Jedi, it'll
cause talk."

"There's already talk. And you're wearing makeup."

"I had to cover the beard shadow somehow, idiot."

Jim frowned, and then nodded. "OK. Ready to go, Chief?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

As they headed out to the car, Jim said, "Sandburg, how did you ever
find ruby slippers in your size?"

* * *

Blair was talking to Simon when Jim came up behind him. "Come on, Dorothy,"
he said, "I need to talk to you." Simon raised an eyebrow, and Jim glared
at him. "In private, Chief."

Blair gave Simon a "beats me" look and followed Jim out into the hallway,
where his larger lover grabbed him and shoved him into a utility closet.
"Hello, what have we here?" he asked as Jim flipped his skirt up.

"You in makeup makes me horny, OK?"

"Really? You like the makeup?"

"Don't get any ideas. You start wearing makeup to the station, and I'll
have to--"

"Spank me?"

"No. You'd like that."

"Fuck you, Elli--oop!" Blair yelped as Jim's fingers found his asshole
and pressed inside.

"Yes," Jim said, "I very much plan on fucking, how about you?"

Blair snorted. "Well, Jim, I don't know. I thought I was going around
with my ass full of lube for no reason whatsoever."

Jim brushed the skirt down so that he could see his lover's face. "Why
*are* you prepared, anyway?"

"I know you too well, Mr. Sex in Public Places."

Jim opened the front of his costume and unsnapped the trousers. "I am
not into sex in public places."

"No?" said Blair, as Jim entered him. "What about last week, in the
mall restroom?"

"A fluke."

"The department Fourth of July picnic, behind a tree."

"Heatstroke."

"That thing at your dad's country club that you insisted on dragging
me to, under the buffet table."

"Stress! I hate country clubs."

"Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and fuck me stupid, why don't you? I should not be this coherent."

Both men shut up and fucked each other stupid. They were so stupid that
they didn't hear the door to the utility closet open briefly, and then
shut.

* * *

As they finished cleaning up, Jim cocked his head. "Ssh."

"What do you hear? What's wrong?"

From the main room, Jim heard Brown talking to Simon. "So, who's Jim's
date tonight?"

"I didn't know he had a date."

"She's dressed like Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz."

"Brown, what are you talking about?"

"Just that I saw Jim banging her in the closet, and I was wondering who
she was."

Simon made a choking noise, but recovered quickly. "Oh. Um, I don't
know. He didn't introduce her."

Blair watched as Jim turned an interesting shade of red, almost the same
shade as the ruby slippers that lay discarded on the floor. "Jim? What's
up?"

"Chief," his lover replied, "there's no place like home. Can we go home?"



### The End ###