Title: At gun point
Fandom: The Sentinel
Author/pseudonym: VampyrAlex
Email address: mmailto:Alexandraramos@mail.telepac.pt
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jim/Blair
Status: Complete, is posted on my webpage
Date: January 27, 2000
Archive: Yes
Archive author: Yes
Archive email address: Yes
Series/Sequel: No
Category: Humor, PWP, First times
Authorīs website: http://adult.dencity.com/stageira/alex/alex.htm
Disclaimer: Not mine, also no money was made from this, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Note: Okay, since Peja so kindly said she wanted me to post my other stories, here is another one. The first stories I wrote were all long and with lots of plot, so I decided to do a short one, with no plot whatsoever. Of course, being me, I added a little mystery and a bad guy...errr...girl in the mix. And you know what they say, good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere! Lol. Thanks to DarkCherry for the excellent and speedy beta work.
Warning: Contains a few naughty words you shouldnīt say at the dinner table with the family, and m/m. (Well, duh!)
Summary: Um...well, thereīs Jim, Blair, a gun, a bad girl...oh, and salad oil!
Jim looked grimly at the young woman invading his home and pointing a gun at him and his partner.
"What do you want?" he growled menacingly, stepping in front of Blair to protect him from the stranger.
The young woman smiled.
"To have a little fun. I was bored out of my mind and decided to play a little with the two of you. Now, I want you to do exactly what I tell you, or Iīll shoot one of you. Understand?"
Both Blair and Jim nodded tersely.
"Good boys! Letīs get the show on the road then. Both of you, get your clothes off."
"What?!" Jim exclaimed. "No way, lady!"
The young woman sighed sadly.
"Fine. I guess Iīll just have to kill beautiful Blair, then."
"No!" Jim shouted. "Weīll get undressed! Geez!"
After the two men were naked, she continued her demands.
"Blair, I want you to lay on your back on the couch. Very good!" she complimented as the young man obeyed her command. "Now, Jim, I want you to kiss him."
"What?!" Jim exclaimed again. "No way, lady!"
The poor young woman sighed sadly again, annoyed with the dialogue repetition.
"Fine. I guess Iīll just have to kill hunky, gorgeous Blair, then."
"No!" Jim shouted...er...begged.
"Make up your mind, Ellison! This is supposed to be a short story!" she stated, somewhat amused.
"Okay, okay! Iīll kiss him."
Jim sat on the couch close to Blair and whispered, "Iīm sorry, Chief..."
Blair gave him an hesitant little smile. "Itīs okay, Big Guy. I understand."
Jim bent over to brush his lips softly across Blairīs.
"Oh, come one, Ellison! I canīt believe you call that a kiss, man!" she scowled. "Where the hell have you been for the last twenty years or so? You can do better than that, canīt you? Use your tongue for Christīs sake!"
Jim growled deep in his throat, but obeyed. His eyes apologizing to his partner, he leaned down again to kiss Blair, his tongue laving the young manīs lower lip gently, asking permission to enter.
Blair seemed reluctant at first, but Jim stroked his cheek tenderly, soothing, taking away the fear, and soon Blair found himself responding to the Sentinelīs caress and kiss. Their tongues met and battled lazily for a while, Jim taking the final control of the kiss, making it deeper and more intense. But of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it!
"Good, very good," their 'attacker' smiled happily. "Now Jim, I want you to kiss you're way down Blairīs body. And donīt forget to pay special attention to his nipples."
Jim looked up at his partner and saw nothing but trust. Giving the young woman the cold glare he saved for hardened criminals and receiving a snort in return, he decided to obey the next order. After all, he didnīt want his little guppy hurt, now did he?
He trailed kisses down Blairīs neck, nipping lightly as to not leave a mark, laving the scented skin and enjoying the shudder he felt from the sturdy body under his. Jim moved to Blairīs chest, gently caressing the silken flesh with his lips and tongue. Reaching the young manīs nipples, he breathed air onto them, making them harder, then sucked and bit tenderly, licking them at the same time to ease some of the hurt.
Out of their own volition, Blairīs hands held Jimīs head to his chest, as though hanging on for dear life, and a pleasured moan left his arched throat. But of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it!
"Okay, enough of that. Jim, take his cock into your mouth." the young woman ordered.
"Oh, God...Please, anything but that!..."
She pointed her gun in Blairīs direction.
"Want me to kill him?"
"No..."
"Then do it!"
"I'm sorry, Chief..." Jim whispered again, before taking Blairīs shaft between his lips, holding his hips gently.
"Itīs okay, Jim," Blair answered, trying to keep a smirk off of his face. Damn, he liked this woman!
"Harder!" she demanded with a smile, and Blairīs grin widened. Yep, he definitely liked her!
Jim sucked harder, unconsciously rubbing Blairīs thigh as he did it. Blair began to moan and whimper, pleasure racing through his body.
"Play with his balls, Jim," came the next order.
Jim began to massage Blairīs testicles, an odd sensation of rightness washing through him. Was he beginning to enjoy this?!
"Very nice, boys! Now for the final touch. Blair, on your stomach," at his hesitation she waved the gun again. "Now, Guppy!"
When he obeyed her, she turned to Jim, "Fuck him!"
"Please, yes...I mean...no..." Jim begged.
"You want me to shoot him, Jim?"
"No..." Jim replied, pouting. "But Iīll need something..."
Being a very smart young woman, their 'attacker' immediately understood what he was talking about.
"Oh, very well! Go get 'something', then. But no tricks, or Chief, Little Guppy, Darwin, Junior, etc, bites the dust. Get it?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
Jim left the couch and returned a minute later with a bottle of 'something' to help prepare for Blairīs penetration. Both the young man *and* woman looked boggled at him.
"Salad oil?!" Blair squeaked.
The Sentinel shrugged.
"Hey, it was that or crunchy peanut butter!"
"Oh...okay, then."
Jim sat back on the couch and took his time preparing his soon-to-be lover, but of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it!
After five minutes of careful preparation--hey, better safe than sorry!--in which Blair was nearly going mad with need, and kept babbling in at least ten different dialects, their 'attacker' finally decided it was enough.
"You can stop now, Jim."
"....."
"Jim."
"JIM!"
"Umm? Oh, sorry!" he apologized, blushing. //Damn, who wouldīve thought that sticking your fingers inside someone elseīs ass could be so much fun?!// Jim thought, puzzled.
"Fuck him already!" she exploded. God, these two are difficult!
Jim eased his very, very, erect cock inside Blairīs opening--But of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it!--and both cried out at the amazing feeling. He began to thrust into the tight heat slowly at first, faster when he felt Blair begin to thrust back. Soon they were both moaning loudly as pleasure wracked their bodies.
Without being told, Jim began to pump Blairīs cock in time with his thrusts and soon Blair was coming with a shudder, his partnerīs name on his lips. His orgasm triggered Jimīs, and he spilled his seed inside the young man, his lips mouthing Blairīs name. Both exhausted and sated, they cuddled together on the couch whispering sweet nothings in each otherīs ears.
The young woman rose from the couch where sheīd been sitting.
"Iīm leaving now," she announced, but no one heard her though. The two men had fallen asleep in each otherīs arms. "Thatīs gratitude for ya!"
She left the loft and as she arrived at the deserted street, she couldnīt help doing a little graffiti on the 852 Prospect building, "VampyrAlex was here".
She began to walk and sighed happily, "A writerīs work is never done!..."