A Workman's Lunch
Company for Dinner
Better than Wheaties

by Chrys

Brian Rafe sat at his desk, his mouth suddenly dry at the sight before him. Images from his dreams the night before flashed in front of his eyes, and he shifted uncomfortably at the stirring in his groin. He thought of looking away, but he just couldn't.

Across the bullpen, Blair Sandburg leaned over Jim Ellison's desk, handing something to the other detective. Soft, worn denim cradled his form, and Rafe swallowed as Blair's low laugh hit his ears. Holding on to the edge of his desk, his eyes traced the other man's body longingly. Suddenly Blair looked over his shoulder, as if sensing the gaze locked upon him.

Rafe gasped as Blair's eyes met his, heat running up his face even as his cock leaped in desire. Tearing his eyes away as he heard Blair's low laugh, he was caught by Ellison's dark gaze. Shivering, he looked down, unable to meet the challenge he saw.

Blair's voice came again, its tones low and husky. Drawn by the sound, he looked up, meeting Blair's amused eyes just as the anthropologist turned to his partner. "I'm getting hungry, Jim," he heard. "Let's get some lunch."

Ellison rose, grabbing his jacket, eyes sweeping across the bullpen. Rafe watched, unable to look away, as the two men headed toward the door. They would pass right in front of him. He shifted in misery as they approached, uncertain of how much longer he could take this. He gasped as the question came.

"Coming, Rafe?"

Gaze flying to Jim Ellison's face, Rafe flinched as he saw the quickly veiled surprise, followed by acquiescence. Ellison nodded, answering Rafe's silent question. Uncertain what he was getting into, Rafe stood. Following the other men into the hallway, he watched Blair walk ahead to punch the elevator call button. Looking at Jim uncertainly, he heard the sardonic voice.

"Whatever Sandburg wants, Rafe."

"What does Sandburg want?" he whispered.

Blair laughed, holding the elevator door. "I'll let you know," he answered, voice dark with promise. Rafe shivered again.

Entering the empty elevator, the three men watched the door close in silence. As it started down, Blair reached out, flipping the switch to off, then turned to Rafe, moving toward him. Backing slightly until he hit the wall, Rafe stared at him in panic. "What...?"

Pushing him against the wall, Blair laughed again, "What do you think, Brian?" Body molding against his own, Blair leaned in, claiming Rafe's lips for his own. Rafe gasped in surprise, then moaned as his open mouth allowed Blair's tongue entrance. Exploring and caressing skillfully, the other man tasted him.

When he released him, Rafe stared at him, dazed. "What are you doing?" he breathed. Dimly, he heard Jim's amused chuckle.

"He's letting you know what he wants. If I were you, I'd just go with it," came the advice.

"But... here? And..."

His protest was cut off by Blair's mouth. Kissing him hard, Blair released him slowly. Rafe shuddered with need, then stiffened as Blair sank gracefully down before him, reaching out to caress him through his pants.

The fabric strained and Rafe moaned as Blair undid the fly. "Not here," he forced out. His hands came down to push Blair away, only to be caught and held against the wall by Jim's.

"Here," came the answer. "Now."

"You sure, Chief?" came Jim's voice. "The alarm will be going off soon."

"So will Rafe. Keep him quiet, Jim."

Rafe arched wildly as Blair's hot mouth touched him, his cry drawn into Jim's as the other detective kissed him. Hands held tight to the wall above his head, Rafe drowned in sensation, Jim's lips as talented as Blair's. Hips held by strong hands ached to move, to thrust into the warmth that teased him. Jim's grip held him upright as Blair engulfed him, the sensation driving him over the edge. His wild shout was swallowed by Jim even as he came into Blair's mouth. Dimly he heard a ringing in his ears.

Jim's hands left his wrists and he opened his eyes in time to see the other detective flip the elevator to on.

Looking down, he met Blair's satisfied grin as his pants were refastened. Speechless, he stared at Blair as the student stood as gracefully as he had gone down.

Blair turned, giving Jim a quick kiss, then looked back at Rafe.

"That was an appetizer, Brian. You up for the main course?"

Rafe nodded silently.

"Good," came Jim's voice. "Because I'm still hungry."

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Rafe followed Blair into the loft, Jim locking the door behind them. Still in a daze, he met Jim's eyes, wondering what would happen next. Jim's face was still, his eyes darker than Rafe had ever seen them. "Whatever happens next is up to you, Brian," he said quietly. "Blair thinks you want us, both of us. Is he right?"

Rafe swallowed, then nodded. "He's right," he said hoarsely.

Jim smiled, the expression startling. "Good." He held out a hand. Rafe took it, to be drawn closer to Jim, pulled tight against his body. Caressing lips came down upon his, in a kiss surprisingly gentle after the savage one in the elevator. In disbelief, Rafe felt his body stir, aroused by the gentleness in a way a more aggressive touch would not have. Jim smiled into his mouth as he felt it too.

Pulling Rafe after him, Jim moved into the living room. Blair joined them as they settled on the couch, hands running over them both. Jim arched into Blair's touch even as he kissed Rafe again. Shaking, Rafe felt his clothes being undone, cool air rushing over his heated skin. Hands moved over him, teasing, caressing. He moaned as a mouth fastened over his nipple. Blair slipped Jim's clothes from his body, lovingly kissing the exposed skin as he revealed it. Rafe was dimly aware of this, focused on Jim's mouth moving over him, teeth grazing lightly against oversensitive flesh. Aching to touch, to return the pleasure, Rafe reached out, his hands finding warm, soft skin. He smiled as he heard Jim gasp.

Suddenly, Jim moved from him, and he stared up in shock at the standing man. Jim smiled. "It's okay. There's just more room upstairs."

Not sure if he could move, Rafe stood shakily. Together the three men crossed the room, climbing the stairs slowly. Reaching the top, they tumbled across the big bed, bodies moving together frantically. Touching, licking, biting, they slid together until they could barely tell where one ended and another began. Rafe lay on his back, Blair and Jim on either side, bodies straining against his. Hands moved over him until he arched into them, his cries allowed to spill into the quiet loft. Spent and exhausted, he watched as the two moved together, bringing each other release. As the three drifted into sleep, he heard Jim's muffled voice.

"What'll we do for dinner?"

Company for Dinner

Blair woke, slowly realizing that although he was wrapped around someone in his and Jim's bed, that someone wasn't Jim. Opening his eyes, he smiled as he looked into Brian Rafe's sleeping face. Memory flooded him, and he felt his body responding. A wicked smile crossing his face, he moved slightly, slipping down along Rafe's relaxed form until he reached his goal.

Short, gentle licks began his plan, progressing steadily as the nipple he laved hardened to a peak. Grinning, he transferred his attention to the other, chuckling softly as he heard a low moan. Looking up, he gazed into Rafe's stunned eyes.

"Blair? What...?"

He watched the memory of the afternoon they'd just spent spill through Rafe's eyes, leaving shocked delight behind. The detective flushed deeply, opening his mouth again. Rising up, he stopped the words with a long kiss.

"Don't think about it, Brian," he whispered. "Just think about this."

Sliding a hand between the two of them, he stroked gently along Rafe's half-hard erection, smiling as he felt it growing under his touch. Running his thumb over the head, he kissed the other man again, then slid down to nip sharply at his chest. Rafe hissed, moaning as Blair soothed the pain away with his tongue.

"Ah, God! Blair..."

Blair rocked against Rafe, their cocks rubbing together briefly. He felt Rafe shudder at the contact. Taking a deep breath, he pulled away slightly. "Yes, Brian?"

Passion-filled eyes looked up at him. "Why?"

Blair smiled. "We never got to that, did we?" He leaned down, lips claiming Rafe's, pulling back as the detective moaned. Hand returning to Rafe's cock, he traced lightly along its length with a fingernail. "We'll talk about it later, okay?"

Obviously lost in sensation, Rafe only nodded. Blair's smile widened. "I thought it might be," he whispered, lowering his head to taste Rafe's navel. His hair trailed over the heated flesh, producing a whimper of need. Rafe's hips bucked upward.

"We'll get there, Brian. I promise."

"Starting without me, Chief?"

Blair looked up at the amused voice. Jim stood at the top of the stairs, a platter in his hand. Letting his eyes trail over his lover's nude form appreciatively, Blair shook his head. "Just warming up, big guy."

"Mmmm. Thought you might be hungry, but I think it can wait."

Setting the platter down on the dresser, Jim moved toward the bed, stretching out on Rafe's other side. Blair looked down at Rafe, seeing the strained look in the detective's eyes. He shook his head. "What's worrying you, Brian?"

Running a hand lightly along Rafe's leg, Jim glanced over at Blair. Blair smiled at him, then returned his attention to Rafe. The other man stared up at him, then looked over to Jim. "You... the two of you..."

"Ah." Blair sighed. " I guess we talk about it now after all." He moved to lie next to Rafe, snuggling close to him. Jim continued to stroke softly along Rafe's body, his touch soothingly slow.

"Brian, you know Jim and I are together."

Rafe nodded.

"We always will be." Blair glanced over at Jim, smiling at the love plain in the Sentinel's eyes. "That doesn't mean that we're blind, or that we can't care about other people. We do care about you, Brian Rafe, very much. And you want something that we can give you, that we'll enjoy too. We don't have a problem with that."

"Both of you?" Rafe whispered, turning to look at Jim.

The Sentinel laughed softly. "Oh, yes," he answered, nudging his body against Rafe's, his desire obvious. "Both of us."

"So this is what, pity?" Rafe asked, his voice bitter.

"No." Blair's tone was undeniably final. "This is friendship. It's what we want, Brian. The only question is, do you still want it?"

Blair stared into Rafe's eyes, feeling the other man's doubts. He smiled, "Do you want us, Brian?"

Rafe nodded slowly. "Yes."

Blair sighed softly. "Good. Now," his smile turned wicked again, "where were we?"

Shaking his head, he sat up, moving to lean over the other two as Jim turned Rafe slightly on his side, pulling him back against himself. Rafe gasped as Jim's erection rubbed against his ass, the gasp turning into a groan as Blair trailed his hair down his chest to his groin. Rafe's half-soft penis jerked as the silky strands trailed over it, and Blair laughed delightedly.

"That's one of his favorite tricks," Jim said drily. "Effective, isn't it?"

Blair glared at his lover as Rafe laughed shakily. "Yeah," the younger detective said, then arched as Jim's mouth closed over his shoulder, teeth grazing along the juncture of back and neck. Blair laughed. "That's one of Jim's," he said. As Rafe shuddered under the sensation, Blair returned to his original plan, tongue diving deep into Rafe's navel. As it swirled along the tender skin, his hand moved gently along Rafe's leg, slipping between to cradle the heavy sac. Rafe panted, his body jerking uncontrollably in response to the unexpected touch.

Jim thrust gently against Rafe, making Blair grin as the motion caused Rafe to push backwards. Stroking his fingers carefully around the base of the scrotum, he pressed against the perineum, Rafe's moans long and continuous in his ears. Pulling his hand up, he wrapped his fingers around the base of the now weeping cock that pushed against Rafe's belly. As Rafe thrust into his grip, then backwards against Jim, Blair licked delicately at the tip, then pulled the head into his mouth.

Rafe cried out, trying wildly to thrust into Blair's mouth, his hips held by Jim's hands. Blair sucked at the large organ, his tongue alternately flicking against the weeping slit, then running around the head. Reluctantly, sensing that Rafe was about to come, he released his grip, allowing the cock to slip from his mouth. Rafe moaned in protest, still trying to thrust.

"Don't want it over so soon," Blair panted, his own desire beginning to become overwhelming. "We're gonna make this so good for you, Brian."

Rafe panted, gasping for air as he retreated from the brink. His cock dripped continuously, pre-come shining at the slit. "Trust me," he managed to gasp between breaths, "it is."

"It's going to get better," Jim said, large hands pulling Rafe back against him. Rafe moaned as he felt the press of Jim's erect penis. Involuntarily, he pushed further against Jim. Blair looked at Jim, seeing the savage control the Sentinel was keeping himself under.

"Brian?" Blair waited for Rafe's eyes to open. "Has anyone ever..."

Rafe's head shook. "No."

"Jim. Jim!"

"I heard, Chief." Jim's voice was flat. "I won't..."

"No!" Rafe's voice was desperate, and he pushed against Jim again. "I want it."

Jim moaned, thrusting against Rafe. "Are you sure?" he forced out.

"Yes! Damn it, Ellison, do it!"

Jim's surprised chuckle and suddenly gentle movements made Blair relax. He watched as Jim pulled away from Rafe briefly, snagging the lube and condoms from the nightstand. Listening to the low explanation of what was going to happen, he remembered the first time he and Jim had made love. Jim's gentleness and patience had surprised him then. Watching as Jim slowly pushed a finger within Rafe, Blair smiled as he remembered how incredible it had felt. The second finger made Rafe gasp, the tip grazing the prostate. Jim withdrew, making Rafe moan, then returned with a third. Rafe pushed back onto Jim's fingers eagerly.

Jim's fingers slid in and out, meeting the thrusts. Rafe panted, writhing on Jim's hand. Blair stared at the sight, his own need building. When Jim pulled away, both men moaned. Jim peeled open the package, rolling the latex onto himself, then slowly coated the organ with lube. Blair watched, then looked up to meet his lover's dark eyes. Jim grinned at him, then ran his fingertip slowly down Rafe's back, flicking it across his entrance. Rafe's gasp made both men look back at him.

Moving forward, Jim pressed his cock against Rafe's opening. Rafe moaned, trying to push backward, held still by Jim's hands. "Let me do this," the Sentinel said. Rafe pushed back again, then lay still, breathing heavily. Jim pushed forward slightly, then a bit more, steadily working into the hot passage. "Relax," he breathed into Rafe's ear.

Blair moaned as he watched the length slowly disappearing inside Rafe. Reaching forward, he stroked along Rafe's erection, coaxing it back to full hardness as Jim buried himself fully within the other man. The two lay still for a moment, then Rafe pushed backward. Jim pulled out slightly, then slid back in. Blair's hand slid along Rafe's cock, the other finding himself.

Rafe and Jim moved together slowly, Blair's hands finding the same rhythm. As Jim's strokes grew harder and faster, urgency built in all three men. Rafe came first, crying out as fluid spilled from him in long spurts. Jim's climax followed, as clenching muscles pulled it from him. The two men lay still, panting, as Blair stroked himself to completion, then fell forward to lie entangled with them.

Long moments later, they stirred. Mouths met, tenderly, as Jim and Blair kissed each other, affirming their love. Together, they turned to Rafe, renewing their friendship. The three men cuddled comfortably for an unknown time. Then a voice came.

"We never did get lunch, you know. And I think we missed dinner, too."

"Shower. Then food, Chief," came the firm command.

"Rafe? Are you staying for breakfast?"

Better than Wheaties

Jim Ellison woke to the snick of the loft door closing. Stretching out his hearing, he smiled lazily as he heard his partner's voice. Blair was muttering to himself as he headed down the hallway to the stairs.

"Jim, if that woke you up, I'm just headed down to the bakery. Sorry about that, big guy. The door slipped out of my hands just as I had it almost closed. I know you're used to my moving around inside, and that doesn't wake you most of the time anymore, but I was hoping to get out and back while you were still asleep. Maybe I still can."

Blair's tone held no conviction. Jim grinned as his Guide continued. "But probably not. So if Brian wakes up while I'm gone," Jim's grin widened at the sudden huskiness to Blair's voice, "the two of you go ahead and start without me, all right? I'll catch up when I get back."

Bringing his senses back to the loft, Jim opened his eyes, catching his breath at the sight in front of him. Rafe lay sprawled across the bed, his face soft and open in the morning light that streamed in through the skylight. Without the tension the other detective's face usually showed, Jim could see the beauty that had drawn the three of them together. He'd seen it last night, but in daylight it was...

He shook his head slightly, feeling his cock stir as he continued to study Brian Rafe. He'd been shocked when Blair had first made the suggestion that they seduce the other man, scoffing at Blair's insistence that Rafe wanted them. But after a few days, he'd had to admit that, as usual, Blair was right. And yesterday...

Rafe turned slightly, his body angling more toward Jim. Jim's breath came faster as he watched, remembering the feeling of that body beneath his, shifting as he wondered how it would feel in the reverse situation. It was Sunday, he thought suddenly. He had time to find out.

Rafe stirred, his eyes blinking sleepily before he focused on Jim. He smiled, sweet and uncertain. "Morning," he offered.

Jim smiled back. "Morning." His voice was welcoming and he watched the uncertainty drain away from the younger detective.

Rafe glanced across the bed. "Where's Blair?"

"He went to the bakery. He'll be back soon."

"Okay." Rafe lay still, his eyes sweeping over Jim, widening slightly as they reached his groin. He wet his lips unconsciously, causing Jim's penis to harden even more.

Jim groaned. "C'mere," he managed.

Rafe looked startled. "Shouldn't we wait for Blair? Not that I mind, but..." His body was already shifting toward Jim.

"No." Jim crossed the narrowing distance, claiming Rafe's lips in a gentle kiss. "He said we could start without him."

Rafe moaned as Jim's lips left his to trail down his neck. Jim smiled as he heard the low tone, then arched as Rafe's hands began to move over him. He hissed as they slid down his back to cup his ass. Rafe pulled them away.

"No. Don't stop."

Rafe chuckled. "Not going to, Ellison." He sat up, leaning over Jim. "You know," he began to trail his fingertips lightly over Jim's ribs, sending hot spikes of sensation shooting through Jim, "I spent a lot of time thinking about being in bed with Blair. Didn't ever really let myself think about being in bed with you."

Jim moaned as Rafe's fingers moved to settle upon his right nipple, teasing lightly at the erect peak while the other hand stroked circles across his flank. "Why not?" he gasped.

"Because I couldn't ever see you letting me do what I really wanted to do with you." Rafe leaned down, flicking his tongue over the hard nipple, moving his hand to the other one. Jim writhed, pushing up into Rafe's mouth, moaning again at the scrape of teeth over his sensitive skin. Rafe laughed lightly, the vibrations rushing into Jim's nerve endings.

"I wanted Blair to make love to me," he said, moving down along Jim's belly, his tongue leaving a trail of heat behind it. "But you? I wanted... I want... to take you. To do the things to you that you did to me last night."

Jim gasped as Rafe neared his groin, the hard organ begging for attention, then pulled away. "Rafe," he protested. "Hmmm," came the answer from the man looking intently at him. Rafe bent down, licking gently at the tip of Jim's straining cock, his hands holding Jim's hips, keeping him from pushing upward.

"Rafe, please," Jim begged. Rafe's eyes met his, dark desire plain and hot.

"Oh, yeah, Ellison," he breathed. "I'm gonna do you." He shifted back, no longer touching Jim. "Turn over."

Jim turned, almost sobbing with relief as his erection came into contact with the bed. He rubbed against it slowly, only to be stopped by Rafe's commanding voice. "Up on your hands and knees, Ellison," the other man said. "I don't want you touching anything."

Reluctantly, Jim obeyed, his cock growing impossibly larger as the cool air touched it. He waited, panting, for Rafe's next move.

Rafe just looked at him for a moment. Jim's skin twitched, aware of every air current that passed through the loft. He closed his eyes, willing Rafe to just do something... anything. Finally, Rafe moved, leaning over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube and a condom. Jim listened, his breath harsh, as the other detective prepared himself, then gasped as cool fingers touched him. He dropped his head, pushing backwards, as a finger slipped gently inside him.

Soon joined by a second, then a third, the fingers moved within him, stretching and massaging until Jim thought he might just explode. Pushing back violently, he writhed on Rafe's hand, sobbing with need as it was suddenly withdrawn. "Soon," the dark voice promised. Jim shook as he waited.

At last Rafe moved up behind him, the tip of the other man's sheathed penis pressing firmly against Jim's opening. Rafe pushed gently, almost tentatively, driving Jim mad with need. Bucking backwards, he hissed as he was penetrated deeply. Rafe's hands came to his hips, holding him still. "Don't do that again," he heard dimly.

Rafe continued his maddeningly slow entrance, strong hands keeping Jim from pushing backwards until he was fully penetrated. Finally, finally, Jim could feel Rafe nestled against him, but he still was not allowed to move. He groaned with frustration as Rafe began to slide out just as slowly.

Suddenly another voice came. "Ah, good. You're awake."

Jim panted, unable to speak, as Rafe stilled, then replied. "Jim said it was okay if we..."

"Oh, yeah, man," Blair breathed. "This is hot. Just one thing." He crossed the room to the dresser, pulling a drawer open. Jim trembled with need as he realized what Blair was doing. He moaned as gentle hands skillfully wrapped the leather around him, the cock ring making him want release even more, just as it prevented that release. Blair's hand stroked his face lovingly, the caress a promise. "It's going to be so good, big guy."

He could feel Rafe shiver as Blair moved back, and he heard the soft rustle of his Guide removing his clothing. His eyes remained stubbornly closed, his attention fixed upon touch and sound. But that was enough.

The movement of Blair's hand along Rafe's body caused tremors to run through the other detective, making Jim shake. Blair's voice came soft and clear. "I'm going to take you, Brian, right now. While you're in Jim. Then I'll take Jim." His Guide laughed, obviously seeing the shudder that ran through his Sentinel. "Looking forward to it, big guy?"

Jim's world narrowed to the feeling of Rafe, writhing as Blair prepared him, pushing back onto Blair's fingers, pushing forward into Jim. Prevented from coming by the leather cock ring Blair had placed, the Sentinel could only ride the waves of sensation pouring through him as Blair entered Rafe, his Guide's movements enhancing and augmenting Rafe's own. He was gasping, drowning in need, when Rafe convulsed, coming hard and long into him. Blair continued moving for a moment, then stiffened and drove hard into Rafe's body.

Jim collapsed under the two men, his erection painfully hard against the bed. Blair pulled out, rolling Rafe to the side. The younger detective sprawled bonelessly across the bed. Jim groaned, rubbing unconsciously against the mattress in an effort to find release.

"Stop it, Jim," Blair's voice came quietly. "Turn over."

Jim rolled over, every brush against his skin a marvelous torment. The air flowing over his body made him moan, and his hand drifted downward to stop at a firm no from Blair. "Hold on a minute, big guy," his Guide said. "I'll take care of you."

He opened his eyes, looking over at Blair. Seeing the loving promise in his partner's eyes, he relaxed slightly. Blair would take care of him. Blair always did. But it wasn't long before he was moving again, the stimulated skin too sensitive to allow him to remain still. Blair laughed softly.

"Hands and knees again, Jim?"

Moving rapidly, Jim returned to his previous position. Blair laughed again. "I guess so." Moving over, Blair leaned against him, hands roaming slowly over the Sentinel. Jim moaned and gasped, pushing into Blair's touches.

After what felt like an eon, Blair moved to kneel behind Jim. Entering Jim with a long, swift stroke, he began the rapid, hard movement Jim craved. Pushing back hard against his Guide, Jim moaned with each stroke, his cock aching, his need for release building with every moment. Blair kissed his back gently, his hand slipping around to Jim's front.

"Whose are you, Jim?"

Jim cried out with frustration, feeling Blair's hand slide teasingly along his cock.

"Just a reminder, Jim. Whose are you?"

"Yours," he gasped, feeling his Guide's smile along his back.

"And I'm yours," he heard, just before the cock ring slipped free and teeth fastened on his neck. He howled as he felt his release begin, and then his world exploded.

*****

Jim woke to hear voices from the kitchen. Sniffing, his stomach growled. Standing carefully, he stretched, smiling at the dull ache he felt. Pulling his robe on, he padded down the stairs and into the bathroom. After a moment, he emerged, heading into the kitchen.

Peering over Blair's shoulder, he nuzzled his partner's neck as he wrinkled his nose at the frying pan. Looking over at Rafe, he laughed at the look of disgust as the other detective stared at the food frying in the skillet.

"Just deal with it," he advised. "What Blair wants..."

"Blair gets." Rafe shrugged. "So I've come to understand. But blue potatoes?"

Blair just laughed.

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