Disclaimer: Possibly tainted by plot.

Notes: For Fox, who begged me for a story on IRC.
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He could tell Blair was angry; Blair's hands were shaking and a little rough as they slid over Jim's sides to his hips. Blair leaned over him, one finger moving downward to press firmly against the opening to Jim's body. A quick retreat, and Blair was back, his lubed finger sliding easily inwards--then two, the preparation rough and hasty.

Jim trembled and spread his legs, bracing his feet on the bed as Blair bent down and bit--his neck, his nipple, hard enough to sting. He arched his back and pressed against Blair, wanting more contact, wanting Blair to touch him more, harder, rougher--anything but stop.

And then Blair--who knew Blair was so strong?--lifted him, one arm under his hips, sliding them upwards until his ass rested on Blair's thighs and the fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt press of a cock--

Oh God, that was bare--Blair was bare--Blair was fucking him bare.

He pushed backwards, trying to make this harder, faster, wanting to feel skin sliding inside of him, skin which was nothing like latex; was living and breathing and felt like coming home. Blair's hands were rough again, pressing into his hips; Blair's body was rough--hair and bone and muscle slamming into him. He moaned and let his arms splay out, fingers twisting in the bedspread--Blair'd just shoved him down and stripped him, not even bothering with getting in the bed--and he threw his head back, exposing his throat.

Blair leaned forward and bit at the junction of shoulder and neck, and Jim jumped at the sensation, sweat breaking out on his body, fingers clenching, eyes opening wide at the sudden pain.

"Blair--" he began, and then Blair bit again, harder, and changed the angle of his thrust and Jim was left speachless, shaking, hovering on the edge.

And then Blair slowed down, leaving him hovering, and let go of his neck. "If you ever" --and he thrust in and out-- "do something that stupid" --thrust-- "again" -- in, and then he was still, and Jim shook, waiting, listening, biting his lip to keep from begging-- "I swear I'll kill you."

"Never," Jim said, knowing he would, knowing he did stupid things--he didn't wait for backup, he didn't listen to Blair when he should.

"You fucking scared me," Blair said, and his voice was shaking, and then he was moving again, fast and hard and his hand was on Jim's cock, and Jim cried out and came and felt Blair coming with him, deep inside him.

He came back to himself with Blair on top of him, and Blair looked at him, not angry any more. "I'm sorry," he said, and he was: he hated scaring Blair.

"Never again, Ellison," Blair said. "Just don't you ever do that to me again."

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The End