Home Cooking
by Ariana

Rafe hummed softly to himself as he stirred the Italian sauce simmering on the stove. Without looking, he reached over to the array of tiny spice bottles on the counter and added some more seasoning to the marinara. Normally, when he was invited to dinner, which was fairly often these days, Blair or Jim did the cooking. Today was one of the few exceptions where both men let their 'guest' cook for them.

Jim sidled behind him, brushing up against Rafe's back even though there was more than enough room in the kitchen. Rafe turned to grin at Jim over his shoulder and returned his attention to the simmering sauce on the stove. Jim returned it and leaned one hip against the counter, watching Rafe cooking.

Rafe fought a smile as he stirred the sauce, and movement on his left pulled his gaze sideways. Blair was leaning on his elbows on the counter, watching him intently.

Being the object of such intense scrutiny from both sides made him a little uneasy, and he surrepetitiously checked his shirt for signs of spilled food or something. Blair took advantage of his distraction to bump against his hip *ever* so slightly.

Rafe glanced at him sideways through half-lidded eyes. "Blair, what are you doing?"

That sweet, dark smile was too innocent. "Distracting you."

"Why?"

Jim's hand slid over his, taking the spoon out of his hand and setting it to one side. "So I could sneak up on you," he said, his voice full of something that Rafe usually only heard in the middle of the night.

The hand that the spoon had been in was still held in Jim's, and Blair reached over to take the pan off the burner and turn the stove off. "Uh, guys?" Rafe said. "I need that spoon... that *hand*... to finish making dinner."

Even as he spoke, he felt his own lips curving into a smile. He didn't really want either of them to stop. And from the looks of things, stopping was the farthest thing from their minds too.

"Dinner can wait," Blair said, gently pushing Rafe away from the stove with a hand on his chest. He slowly backed Rafe towards the icebox.

"I thought you said you were hungry," Rafe said, letting them push him back.

"We are," Jim promised.

"Ohhh, man," Rafe whispered as those eyes locked on his. He just *knew* he was in trouble now. And he found himself looking forward to whatever these two gods-become-men had in store for him.

He swallowed a few times to regain the strength to speak. "Uh, dare I ask what you two have in mind?"

Blair grinned evilly as Jim's fingers went to work on the buttons on Rafe's shirt. "If you honestly don't have a clue, Rafe, then we gotta do this more often."

"Oh, he knows. I think he's just playing hard to get, Blair," Jim said, his fingertips stroking each bit of skin revealed. Rafe's head tilted back to rest against the refrigerator and he shivered. Oh, this was going to be good.

"I don't think so, Jim. Even Rafe is smart enough to know we've already got him."

"You locked the door?"

"Yup."

Both men smiled at him, and Rafe's knees almost gave way. Dinner? What was that?

Jim opened Rafe's shirt and slowly stripped it off him, dropping it to the floor. He leaned in close to Rafe's face, letting the tip of his nose stroke lightly down Rafe's cheek, then letting his lips brush down Rafe's neck to his collarbone. Oh man, this was serious. Jim had broken the damn rule about leaving clothes on the floor.

"So where should we take this?" Rafe gasped out.

"Spare room is closer," Jim murmured against his shoulder, his tongue flicking out to leave a tiny, wet trail.

"Loft has the bigger bed," Blair pointed out, his hands skating around Rafe's waist.

"Not big enough," Rafe said. The last time they'd been in the upstairs bed, it had been an exercise in acrobatics to keep everyone in it. This, of course, was on top of the acrobatics they were doing to begin with.

"He's got a point." The words vibrated across his collarbone, down his breastbone, straight to his groin. His knees locked and Blair pressed himself up against Rafe's side to support him.

Blair nodded, his arm draped around Rafe's shoulders. "He sure does." And the meaningful glint in his eyes was backed up by the hand that slid down Rafe's stomach to trace the ridge of his erection. Blair grinned, "He most definitely does."

"So what do we do about it?" Jim asked, his teeth grabbing tiny, gentle bites down Rafe's chest. Rafe's mouth fell open and he gasped as Jim's mouth finally wandered down to a nipple and stopped there.

"We...we could move this to my place," Rafe panted. His bed, a nice king-sized one, was one of his few indulgences, since he had a tendency to toss and turn in his sleep. In recent days, it was proving to have a far more useful purpose.

Jim glanced up at Blair, his mouth still attached to Rafe's chest. "Do you really want to move this over there, Chief?"

Blair shook his head, tracing a finger lazily over Rafe's lips. "Nope, too far. Floor works for me."

"Floor's pretty...*gasp*... hard," the smaller detective managed.

Blair took hold of his chin and turned Rafe's face towards him. "Do you honestly care?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he drew Rafe's head to his for a kiss.

Their lips touched briefly, then Blair's tongue was teasing at them, working its way inside. Rafe's eyes slid closed and he gave himself over to the feeling of Blair's tongue against his. Floor? What was that?

Oh, that had to be that thing that Jim was kneeling on now, his mouth traveling down to Rafe's stomach and the waistband of his jeans...

Good god, did Jim just use his teeth to undo them?

His eyes flicked open briefly to glance down. Oh shit, yes he did. And now he was grabbing the zipper in his teeth...

Blair's fingers threaded into Rafe's hair and he gently tugged Rafe's attention back up from what Jim was about to do to what Blair was doing now. Rafe forgot instantly, his arms creeping up around Blair's waist to lean into their kiss.

"Jim?" Blair's voice sizzled into Rafe's mouth and down his chest. "What's your vote on this?"

*zip*

"Floor works for me."

Jim had to quickly transfer his grip to Rafe's hips to keep the other man from collapsing. The release of pressure against his cock had allowed what felt like all the blood in his head to rush straight down. Rafe moaned into Blair's mouth and the two men eased Rafe down to the floor.

Jim's eyes tracked down and stopped, a grin tugging at his lips. "Silk, Rafe?"

Blair laughed softly, his mouth leaving Rafe's to tease at his ear. "You expected less from our peacock?"

Rafe's bones nearly melted when Jim started to mouth his erection through his boxers. Yes, he was a sensualist and he enjoyed the feeling of silk against his skin. Kinky? Maybe, but the light brush of the silk throughout the day had *nothing* on the slippery feel of Jim's lips and teeth through the dark blue fabric.

From somewhere deep inside, Rafe summoned the last remaining bit of willpower that still clung to him with teeth and claws and reached out to push Jim away.

Blair's mouth left his ear and Jim looked at him, puzzled. "What is it?"

His nerves complained bitterly, wanting the two partners to continue what they were doing to his body, and by extension, his mind, but Rafe shoved it back for a moment. A moment that was all he needed to say, "I've been in the middle often enough."

Blair chuckled again and rested his chin on Rafe's shoulder. His chest rubbed against Rafe's back and the two of them looked at the sentinel. Jim's eyes widened and darkened as he figured out instantly what his lovers had in mind.

"Your turn," they said together.

"Uh-oh," Jim said, his grin belying the delight behind those words. Blair moved forward to teasingly trace his fingers down the planes of Jim's chest. Rafe grinned and scooted around behind the detective.

In less than three seconds, Blair had tugged off Jim's shirt and gone to work on his slacks. Rafe ran his fingertips up Jim's back to the base of his skull, where he drew little swirls in the short hair there. Jim sighed and his back arched a little, pushing his chest towards Blair and his head back towards Rafe. Blair took the hint and leaned forward to lick and suck at his nipples.

Rafe's hands slid down to Jim's shoulders, down his back and sides and over his hips under his slacks, pushing them down. The boxers were shoved down too, Rafe reaching around to make sure the front band didn't get, ahem, hung up on anything.

The strangled sound that came out of Jim's chest when Rafe's hand 'accidentally' dragged over his cock was one of the most arousing things Rafe had ever heard. His hand closed loosely around the length of heat and he pressed up against Jim's back. The sound was repeated when Rafe bit down on the juncture of Jim's neck and shoulder.

The low moan made Blair and Rafe grin wickedly and, as one, they started to move. Rafe's mouth traveled slowly down Jim's back, his tongue tracing the fine lines of his muscles. Blair's mouth moved up, lightly scraping his teeth across skin as he made his way to Jim's hungry mouth.

"Blair," Rafe muttered, feeling quivers traveling up Jim's back from where his mouth touched him. He grinned and hummed softly, loving the way Jim tried not to twist when those vibrations went up his spine and down to his pelvis.

Blair read the tone of his voice and disengaged from Jim's mouth with a grin. Jim looked at him curiously as he scooted back to the refrigerator and opened it. Rafe pulled Jim's attention away, turning his head back with a gentle hand to kiss him. Jim leaned back against Rafe and let the younger man plunder his mouth.

The refrigerator door shut, and something slid across the floor. Jim pulled away to look down, but Rafe swiped the item away and set it behind him on the floor. "No peeking, Jim," he purred, nibbling the edge of Jim's ear.

Jim gasped when Rafe nipped his earlobe sharply. He reached blindly out and grabbed the waistband of Blair's jeans and pulled him close. He twined the fingers of one hand into the curls at the back of Blair's head to hold him in place for a deep, demanding kiss. The other hand worked on releasing Blair's cock from its denim prison. Rafe grinned at the low groan that came when it was finally freed.

He knew full well that Jim had probably planned this little ambush. It gave him a tiny, evil satisfaction that the ex-Ranger's plan had been turned on its ear. While Jim pumped Blair's erection, Rafe twisted around to open the jar that had been slid over to him. He read the label and bit back a snicker. Oh, man, Jim was going to have a fit!

Mott's Applesauce, with cinnamon. Blair had *too* twisted a sense of sexual humor. Rafe adored it.

Jim pressed back when he felt Rafe behind him again. Rafe caught Blair's eyes around Jim's head and winked. Blair laughed into Jim's mouth and grabbed Jim's head before the other man could pull away to ask what the hell was up. Rafe grinned darkly as he scooped up a dollop of the applesauce with two fingers.

Jim arched convulsively, breaking away from Blair as the chilled dessert touched him. "JESUS CHRIST, RAFE! THAT'S *COLD*!!!"

"It'll get warmer," Rafe assured him with a smile. He remembered Blair telling him about Jim's reaction to the diluted cinnamon oil they'd used once and nobly controlled his laughter. "Trust me, it'll get warmer."

"Mmmph!" Jim's feeble protest was cut off by Blair simultaneously taking his mouth in a demanding kiss and reaching down to stroke Jim's cock with practiced fingers. He pulled Jim towards him enough to give Rafe better access.

With Blair's expertise, and also due in no small part to the chilly applesauce, they both soon had Jim thrashing and moaning between them. Blair was on his knees, sitting back on his heels, his jeans and boxers having been tossed *far* away at some point. Jim locked his arms around Blair's waist and pulled him close to swallow his cock.

Blair's spine snapped back in an arc as Jim's tongue went to work. He was close enough to the refrigerator that his shoulders were braced against it and he grabbed Jim's head, trying to gasp enough air to rally brain cells for intelligible words. He got the air part okay, and a strangled moan for the rest.

Rafe reluctantly dragged his attention from the captivating sight of Blair's ecstatic abandon and let his eyes trail down Jim's spine to the opening that waited for him. The applesauce was nearly forgotten as he focused on it.

Jim had evidently come prepared... Oh man! Rafe groaned as the realization sent a red-hot flare straight into his cock and used the applesauce anyway. Jim's body jerked, and the motion traveled along Jim and Blair's joined bodies. He worked his fingers around... oh yeah, Jim had definitely prepared himself.

Which meant the ex-Ranger *meant* for his plan to get turned around, the crafty bastard.

Jim was squirming under his hands, the vague sounds that made their way around Blair's cock and drove the younger man nuts held more than a passing resemblance to begging. Rafe was suddenly glad Jim was already ready, because he couldn't wait another second. He positioned himself behind Jim, reaching around with applesauce-slicked hands to tease at Jim's erection.

With a smooth, practiced move, Rafe entered him. Jim's body surged, taking Blair deep into his throat and Blair's body jerked as he cried out. Rafe felt most of the strength leave Jim's body as he began to thrust, their momentum sending Jim's mouth up and down Blair's straining shaft. Blair's fingers on Jim's head tightened, dragging across the silky hair and Jim's muffled groan drove Rafe into him harder.

"Come on, Jim," Rafe whispered, knowing the man in the middle could hear him. "Let go, we've got you..." His hands slid against Jim's cock in counterpoint, one trailing down to cup and squeeze his balls.

The first one over that edge was Blair, his body snapping back. The *thunk* of his head against the refrigerator hardly registered to any of them as he grabbed Jim's head, his hips jerking mindlessly to drive himself into orgasm. His moans were convulsively sucked back into his chest as he came.

The flesh in Rafe's hands swelled and heated and the younger cop only had that much warning before Jim's muffled scream danced over Blair's groin. Hot fluid spilled over his fingers, the contrast with the cold making Rafe's torso twitch. The force of Jim's returning thrusts yanked Rafe's attention away from his hands and to an entirely different part of his body.

He gripped Jim's hips hard and drove into him, the sight of his lovers' pleasure throwing him into that blissful oblivion almost immediately. His fingertips dug in as a torn cry ripped out of his chest. All his strength rushed out of his body and into Jim's and he collapsed onto Jim's back, panting.

They disengaged slowly, reluctant to lose the connection they all loved, and Blair slid down to the floor to curl around Jim's upper body as the sentinel dropped and rolled to his side. Rafe crawled up behind Jim, laying his head on Jim's side while Jim rested his head in Blair's lap. "Okay," Blair panted finally. "Who cleans up the kitchen?"

"Not me," Rafe chuckled. "I had to cook."

"Mmmm," Blair agreed, tracing a finger over Jim's softening cock. He brought the bit of mixed semen and fruit to his mouth and smiled. "Jim with applesauce... definitely a dessert to have again."

"And again and again and again..." Rafe added.

Jim's body shook with weak laughter. "You two are going to kill me."

Rafe ran his hand down Jim's body to his hip. His fingertips began to trace idle, random patterns as he thought for a moment. "You know, applesauce doesn't really go with marinara."

"So?"

"So," Rafe continued thoughtfully. "This wasn't really dessert. Definitely one to have again, but not a really good complement to tonight's dinner."

Jim twisted around to look at him, one eyebrow raised in question at the slow, sexy smile on Rafe's face. His own lips started to curve in an answering grin as he asked, "So, Julia Child, what did you have in mind?"

Their eyes locked for a moment, then they both glanced up at Blair, identical looks of evil on their faces.

"Oh, Blair with chocolate mousse would *definitely* be a good idea."

"Uh oh," Blair grinned. Jim had made a point of requesting Rafe to make that very dessert two night ago. The 'ambush' that apparently had backfired on Jim seemed to have worked out exactly as the Sentinel wanted, if the smug grin on his face was any indication. "Why am I suddenly worried?" he asked.

Both men just smiled at him and slowly licked their lips.

**Finis**