All new characters and situations are the sole property and responsibility of the author. This fiction bears my copyright of the date above.

My apologies to Joe Cocker and to the movie, "Full Monty." I couldn't help myself. And many, many thanks to the Puff for her gentle encouragement' to write this, and for beta-ing. I couldn't have done it without her!

Any mistakes are mine.

Blair sat behind the cluttered desk in his tiny office. "No, Jordan," he resolutely informed one of his star pupils.

She leaned forward, her hands clasped tightly together as she waved them under his nose to punctuate her entreaty. "But, it's for a good cause."

"No," he avoided her look by keeping his eyes on the papers in his hands.

"But it's a sellout," she emphasized as she eased around the desk.

"Get someone else." He grumbled, turning slightly away.

She knelt by his side looking up at him with the same sad puppy expression she'd seen him use on his detective. "There isn't anybody else! Blair, they paid for four shows."

"Get one of the other three groups to go on twice."

"They paid for four different shows." She placed a hand on his arm to underscore her urgency.

Finally, abandoning the pretense of grading papers, he looked down at her. "Jordan, no one would pay to see me dance."

She made a rude noise. "Helll-lllo? You are kidding, right?"

The curly-headed man sighed wearily, the crushes some of his student's had on him were common knowledge. He tried a different tract. "How about: I'm no dancer?"

Jordan dismissed this argument with an impatient wave of her hand. "Blair, you have a natural grace."

Not willing to give up the fight, he tried again. "How about one day isn't enough time to get ready?"

"Mr. Sandburg, I'm not asking for the Chippendales," she informed him as she rose to her feet.

"Good, cause they'd definitely be disappointed."

"All they want is a little bump and grind," she smiled at him as she demonstrated.

He raised an eyebrow at her display. "And a lot of skin."

"You and your SO could do it together," she said brightly as she leaned on the desk.

"I think not," he said, stressing each word.

Jordan visibly deflated. "He's still against it, huh?"

"Completely."

"Is that why you said 'no' when I first asked for volunteers?"

"One of the reasons."

"He wouldn't object if he were up there with you."

Blair had to laugh. "He wouldn't be up there with me, Jordan. And, besides, he's off on a camping trip."

"Without you?" she asked, surprised by his admission. She'd thought they were inseparable.

The smile remained in place. "He went with a military buddy. Too much testosterone for me."

Her look became calculated. "When will he be back?"

"Monday," he said, eying her warily. "Why?"

"Then, you can do it, and he'd never know."

He smiled. "No can do, Jordan. That'd be lying." The minute that statement left his lips he knew it was the beginning of the end.

"Then, don't tell him."

"No, Jordan," Blair said with finality.

She blinked at him several times before dissolving into tears. "But I don't have anybody else!" she wailed. "Not anybody who looks like you do! Think of all the money it'd raise," Jordan paused, looking carefully at his face. Smelling weakening, she went in for the kill, "for the kids' camp."

"Jordan--" he said, as threatening as he could.

"Underprivileged kids--" she crooned.

"Jordan--" He lost a little more ground.

"Who don't get to go to camp, if not for contributions--"

"Jordan--" Time to look for a white flag?

"Or charity auctions to raise money for scholarships."

Blair hung his head, his shoulders slumping. "All right. I'll do it." Then, looking up at her sharply, threatened, "But, if Jim ever finds out--"

She held up placating hands. "He won't, Blair! How could he?"

"And I'm not taking off all my clothes."

"But it's advertised as 'Full Monty!'"

"That's the deal, Jordan. Take it, or leave it."

She frowned, as she tried something else. "G-strings?"

He nodded. "But I get to pick it."

Her frowned deepened. She thought of arguing a moment, but finally said, "Okay, deal." She paused, then dropped the other shoe. "Now, do you have a friend?"

Wide eyed with shock, he repeated, "A friend?"

"Two, Blair." She held up the appropriate fingers. "It has to be two."

~~~

"You want me to what?"

"It's just for a bunch of college students, well, they're not all college students, but most are."

"You want me to what?"

"In a warehouse behind the university."

"You want me to what?"

"It's for charity."

"And that's all the defense I have to save me? When Paddy finds out I'm parading around in the buff in front of a warehouse full of college students, I'm dead."

"It's not in the buff." Blair went on the defensive. "Hey, man, it's your body. He doesn't own it."

"Yeah, but I gave him sole rights to access when I committed to him. That includes looking at me nude."

"Oh, please!" the younger man scoffed. "I've seen some of the things you wear! You'd have on more than that thing you call a bathing suit!"

Justin turned pink. "I don't wear that anymore. He took it away," he confessed reluctantly. And when Blair started laughing he added, "Not funny! You should see the thing he got to replace it! It comes half way down my thighs." Justin shuddered. "Nope, can't help you with this one, Professor."

"I don't know anyone else."

"How about one of your teacher friends?"

"They all said no."

"How about those cop friends of yours? I know one of them would do it."

The young Guide looked at him in total disbelief. "Did you hit your head?"

"If you're so uncomfortable with this, you have to know it's not right."

Blair gave the smaller man a hard, accessing glare. "Who are you, really?"

"Someone who's going for his fourth month without having to eat standing up. That's a record for me."

"But, he's with Jim. And they're miles away."

Justin shook his head. "Not good enough, man! They're still on the planet!"

"It's just one night!"

"Blair, we'll get caught--"

"It's for the children!"

"Blair, it won't work, I'm telling you--"

Blair put both hands on his hips. "I'm not above blackmail."

"Blackmail?"

"Bat Phone? *666?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"You wouldn't!" Justin exclaimed, a shocked expression on his face.

"Not normally, but I'm a desperate man."

Justin sighed. "I could easily learn to hate you, you know," he said softly, without heat or malice.

~~~

"It was a great idea, at the time," Ellison said as they reentered the city limits.

"It wasn't supposed to rain," Choate grumbled, scowling at the sky.

"Rain we could've handled." Ellison indicated the deluge that fell around them. "This'd make you think about building an ark."

"We'll try again."

"Yeah, soon. I enjoyed it while it lasted."

"The guys'll be surprised we got back early."

As soon as they were in range, Jim took out his cell phone and dialled the loft. He got the answering machine. "Damn, he's not home. If I know my Blair, he's elbow deep in research at some library right now. I hope it's on campus."

Choate tried Justin's cell phone. Nothing. "Justin's probably made dinner plans with that Gideon character."

"Speaking of dinner. You hungry?"

"I could eat," the big Marine said, replacing the phone.

"I know this great steak house across from the university. We can have dinner, go back to the loft for some beers, watch the rest of the game--"

"Sounds like a plan."

~~~

"Okay," Blair said, adjusting Justin's scarf for the second time. "Do you have the routine down?"

"If I watch that scene from the movie another time, I'll scream." He batted Blair's hands away. "We've practiced it ten times! We've got it!"

Blair adjusted himself under his clothes. "I just hope the patch stays in place."

"If I put any more adhesive on it, you'll have to steam it off. Will you stop worrying?"

Blair nodded. "Yeah. Stage fright, I guess."

Justin looked at him skeptically, hoping that was all it was. "I guess."

~~~

"This steak is excellent," Choate said, cutting a big slice from a medium rare, one-inch Porterhouse. "I have to remember this place."

"Yeah, the food is great, which is probably why it's always so crowded."

Choate looked around at the nearly empty room. "Doesn't seem crowded to me."

Ellison followed his table mate's assessing gaze. "You're right. Wonder where everybody is?"

The older man shrugged as he buttered another roll. "Maybe they'll be in later."

"Yeah," the Sentinel took a long swallow of beer, "maybe."

~~~

The two young men wandered nervously backstage, wiping sweaty palms on their thighs. Both were dressed in studded black leather jackets, black pants, black 'T' and black scarves knotted loosely around their necks. A thin, black, silver-studded leather belt rested in the belt loops around their trim waists, and black boots with silver chains around the ankles covered their feet. Black police uniform hats fitted tightly on their heads to hold their hair in place, completed the ensemble.

~~~

Jim had just wiped his mouth with his napkin, his meal finished, and lay it on the table next to his plate, when a strange look settled on his face.

"What's wrong?" Choate asked, his own plate clean, bottle of beer, empty.

Jim held his hand up for silence as he turned his head to one side, listening.

~~~

"Gentle People! We have saved the best of our dynamic duos for last. Our final card this evening--"

Joe Cocker's, 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' started to play.

"Our own, Blair Sandburg and, his friend, Justin Evers."

~~~

Jim quickly reached into his wallet, extracting several bills threw them haphazardly on the table. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Choate asked, following suit.

"This way," the Sentinel called over his shoulder, already out of the door.

"Déjà vu, Ellison," the Marine said wryly as he followed him.

~~~

Blair and Justin each bounced out center stage as she called their name, standing side by side, just as the harmony of the song started. They smiled and waved to the audience then assumed their positions: their knees and elbows slightly bent, hands in fists.

"We know you ladies will be generous in your contributions tonight." She turned. "Mr. Sandburg, Mr. Evers, they're all yours."

By the time, the drum's beat joined the horns they had begun rolling their hips to the music.

Baby take off your coat
Real slow. . .

They turned sideways to the audience and shifted the right side of their jackets down to mid-chest rocking their hips to the drums.

Take off your shoes
I'll take off your shoes

They rolled the left side of their jackets off their shoulders, hips never missing a beat. Money began raining onto the baskets by the stage at their feet. Some people running all the way from the back of the room to deposit their money and get a better look.

Baby take off your dress

They sensuously slid the coats all the way down their arms, catching them in their hands.

yes, yes, yes

Then swung their coats around three times before flinging them off stage behind them.

you can leave your hat on

Both men stepped around in tight circles, keeping their hips in motion the entire time to the music. Attendants slipped in to take the full baskets away and replace them with empty ones.

you can leave your hat on

After another full turn, they met up in the middle, back to back, their sides facing the audience, hands clasped in each others' and they walked slowly together down the center stage exaggerated rocking of their hips.

you can leave your hat on

They circled each other and sashayed back up to center stage.

Go over there

Crossing each other, they did another turn around the stage.

turn on the light
ehh, all right!

Blair made eye contact with a small group of ladies at a front table, tipping his hat, he winked as he bumped his hip in their direction. They squealed with delight, fanning themselves with their napkins. Three frantically began writing checks.

come over here

He and Justin then made another full circle. A gentleman began waving his Platinum American Express at an attendant, another, a Gold Visa Card.

stand on that chair

Justin smiled at a group table, center stage, winked and blew them a wet kiss. The woman in the middle pretended to catch it. Two of her friends tried to wrestle it away, a third waved what looked like a set of keys.

yeah, that's right

The men sashayed back up to center stage and turned to face the crowd. Justin positioned himself behind Blair.

raise your arms in the air

Blair ducked as Justin leapt over him to land on his knees, letting his momentum carry him down the runway.

Blair spun once, falling to his knees and sliding down after him. The two stopped side by side in front of the screaming mob, stretching their arms above their heads, finger fanned wide, and shook them in time to the piano.

now shake 'em

Turning back to face the audience, they bent at the waist, rocking their shoulders to the drumbeat, simultaneously, reaching for the neckline of their shirts.

you give me reason to live

Slowly, they pulled the material further apart with each beat of the drum, to reveal a sweat slick expanse of chest. Inch by inch, slowly teasing, until they reach the shirt's hem.

you give me reason to live

They snatched the shirt open, grinding their hips forward as the horde screamed wildly. Both Justin and Blair straightened, rocking their shoulders several times, then spun, to turn their backs to the mass of flesh on sensory overload from their exquisite movements.

you give me reason to live

Blair took off his scarf and twirled it high over his head.

you give me reason to live

Justin followed suit, both accompanying the act by sharp bumps of their hips.

Sweet darlin,

They tossed the scarves to the audience. A melee broke out as six ladies at four separate tables struggled for possession of the small pieces of cloth.

you can leave your hat on

Sliding sinuously back to face the panting, crazed mob, they slowly slide their belts through the loops. . .

ya can leave your hat on

. . .twirled them as they smiled at one another.

you can leave your hat on

Then tossed them behind.

you can leave your hat on

Rolling their hips in a circle, they pulled up to their feet. Someone at the back of the room screamed, "Help me!"

you can leave your hat on

Crotch pointed at the audience, they caressed their bodies with splayed hands, laggardly from groin to chin. Once there, Justin struck a provocative pose as he inserted his index finger in his mouth and lazily withdrew it, all the while keeping eye contact with an older woman at a table to his left who blushed hot red, her eyes wide in disbelief.

While, next to him, Blair licked his lips hungrily for a group to his right, his lids at a sleepy half-mast. One of the ladies watching immediately began to crawl over the table towards the stage and had to be restrained by her friends.

As Justin and Blair teased, they kept their legs spread wide, their hips moving in a 'stirring' motion to the music.

you can leave your hat on

They raised their hats and allowed their hair to spill out, Blair's fell in heavy waves down his shoulders, Justin's cascaded in a dense waterfall, down his back.

The noise from the mob became deafening as the guys tossed their heads, causing the hair to fan out from them.

Suspicious minds keep talkin

They replaced the hats on their head and began rocking their hips like pendulums to the beat, bending their knees, lowering their bodies slightly.

they try to tear us apart

Suddenly, with truly wicked grins and their eyes locked to the audience, they reached forward and snatched their pants off to reveal bright red G strings. The resulting shock wave almost took out all the viewers in the front four rows of tables.

they don't believe in this love of mine

Both men tossed the pants behind them.

they don't know what love is

Taking the hats off to cover their crotches. Both men wagged their fingers at the women, giving them 'no no-no' looks as the room, in unison, raised clasped hands to the stage in supplication.

they don't know what love is

They turned to strut away, but not before removing their hats to cover their swaying bottoms as they retreated.

they don't know what love is

With their backs to the audience, they moved their butts to the music while working at the straps of their G's.

but I know what love is

They turned back around. Taking off their hats to cover their crotches once again, and they swayed their hips to the music while pulling off the red bit of material. The crowd went into hysterics.

You can leave your hat on

They turned their backs and to once again shake their butts for the crowd.

you can leave your hat on...

Then turned back to face the audience, covering their crotches again with the hats. Strutting boldly down the runway into the masses, the two undulating young men threw the 'G' strings to the crowd while lifting the hats away to reveal their genitals. The audiences went insane, jumping up from their tables, cheering, screaming, beating their fists on the table tops, clapping their hands. Covering the guys cocks were patches that read: Exclusive property of, on Blair's were the initials 'JJE', and on Justin, 'PEC' in big, bold, black letters.

The two smiled radiantly down into the throng . . .and into the angry faces of Ellison and Choate standing out on the floor, center stage, their arms crossed tightly against their chests.

~~~~~~

"I told you!" Justin wailed angrily as he pulled on his street clothes.

"Chill, man!" Blair snapped as he mirrored the smaller man's moves. "I'll just tell him it was all my fault."

Justin ignored him as he pulled his shirt over his head, tangling his hair about his face. Fighting with the animated, silken black tentacles for several seconds, he finally gave up and threw himself down into a nearby chair. "Why did I listen to you in the first place?!"

After a long appraising look, he told him truthfully, "Because it was fun."

That answer startled the smaller man. "I must've been out of my mind." Justin leaned down to pull on his socks. "He's gonna kill me."

"If you're so upset by how he treats you, leave him." Taking out a band, he secured his hair in a ponytail.

Stopping in the act of retrieving his shoes, he looked up sharply. "What?"

"You seem concerned," he stressed the word, "about your lover's reaction. Why are you so afraid? Nothing really happened."

"Is that what you're going to say to law enforcement?" Justin asked, pulling on the right shoe.

"Hey, man, obviously Jim isn't on my ass like the Chief Aide is on yours," he said with confidence as he slipped his glass on.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Justin asked, becoming annoyed with the tract the conversation had taken.

Blair crossed his arms against his chest. "I mean, I'm not afraid to go home with him."

"Is that what you think?"

"Isn't that the way you feel?"

Justin smiled a small sad smile as he slid on the left shoe. "No. I never feel abused or unloved when he spanks me. I feel loved and protected and very much cared for."

"You don't believe that." Blair said with disbelief as he resumed dressing.

"I don't?"

"If you do, that means you stage these little 'scenes' to make him spank you."

"Oh, wow! You caught me. Closet masochist," he said nastily. "Hurt me, baby! Hurt me sooo bad!" he crooned.

"Stop it, Justin."

"No, you stop it!" Justin snapped as he stood up and began working the tangles from his hair. "I don't think, oh, this is a good way to get my rump roasted and suddenly develop a boner. You're confusing discipline with foreplay, my man."

"And you're not?"

Justin made a rude noise. "There's only one place the thought of a spanking gets me hot, and it doesn't have anything to do with the front of me. To me, domestic discipline is caring enough to correct. It's Paddy making me take responsibility my actions, not prelude to a kiss."

"Justin, you're old enough to take responsibility for yourself."

"Yeah, I guess I am. But sometimes I just don't." He picked up his jacket and the small bundle of clothes he wore on stage. "I can't explain it to you, Blair, or you understand and don't really want to admit it. All I can say is, what Paddy and I have works for us. I guess that's all that matters, isn't it?" He headed for the door.

"And you don't hate him afterward?"

"Probably about as much as you hate law enforcement."

~~~

Choate watched the expression on Ellison's face as they waited in the hall for their guys to finish dressing. "What are they saying?" he asked quietly.

Jim turned, giving the Marine a penetrating glare. "They're discussing what we're going to do to them when we get them home."

"There can't be much speculation on Justin's part."

"No, he's pretty sure." The cop in Jim made him pause. "Do you think Justin is afraid to go home with you?"

"Is that what he's saying?"

The Sentinel shook his head. "Blair accused him of being afraid to go home with you. That he thinks you'll hurt him."

"You think I abuse Justin?"

He shook his head. "The kid doesn't strike me as someone who'd put up with 'abuse' very long."

"Neither's Blair."

"No. He'd be packed and out of the loft in a heartbeat."

The Marine nodded.

"So, are you mad?"

A tiny smile graced Choate's face. "Maybe, if I could get the image of that tight little butt shaking across the stage out of my mind."

"Got you hot, too?"

"You, me and a warehouse full of people."

Jim's brow furrowed for a second. "Yeah, but, they're going home with us."

~~~

"I can't let him take the blame on this," Blair said, not able to take the silence of the truck any longer. He sat next to Jim and wedged between him and Choate, by the door, was a very miserable Justin.

Their SOs hadn't uttered one word to them since they stepped from the warehouse after putting their clothes on in the backstage dressing room.

"I made him. He didn't want to do it."

Justin wanted to cry. He hadn't seen his lover this angry since Christmas. He had the feeling that his four months dry spell was coming to an end.

"Not to make light of your powers of persuasion, Mr. Sandburg, but Justin's not a sheep. He knew what he was doing."

Jim pulled the truck up next to the Jeep parked out in front of the loft.

Choate opened the door and stepped out just as Ellison did the same.

"I'll take a rain check on the beer, Ellison," he said gruffly as he held the door open long enough for Justin to slide out.

"Sure, anytime," was all the Sentinel said.

Choate put the key in the door. "Don't be rude, little boy."

Justin looked up at him with wide eyes, then turned back to the couple behind them. "'Nite, detective, Blair," he said softly.

"Call you tomorrow, Justin."

The smaller man nodded as he opened the door his lover unlocked and slid inside.

Choate started the Jeep and pulled away.

Jim and Blair watched them drive out of sight.

"He thinks he's gonna punish him," Blair said, as Jim opened the door.

"Yeah, I heard."

"Do you agree with what Justin said?" he asked as he stepped inside.

"That the discipline works for them?" Jim tossed his keys in the basket.

Blair took off his jacket and hung it up. "Yeah." He turned back to his lover and reached out his hand to take his.

"They seem happy." Jim handed it to him. "Justin doesn't strike me as a victim. Why all the questions, Chief?"

"Just wondering." He said as he began aimlessly wandering around the kitchen, taking out the tea kettle, starting to fill it, putting it back on the stove.

"Wondering, what?" Jim asked him as he sat on the couch and picked up the remote.

"Are you mad about what happened?"

Jim began channel surfing. "More disappointed than mad," he said, distractedly.

The young Guide eased closer to the couch. "Disappointed?"

"That you'd go behind my back." His Sentinel looked up at him meaningfully.

Blair balanced himself on the couch arm. "It wasn't behind your back, Jim."

He clicked off the tv. "Oh?"

"It wasn't like I robbed a bank or anything. It was a harmless show for charity."

"You knew how I felt about this. I thought you felt the same way."

"I did."

"You said you felt uncomfortable."

"I did, but--"

"You wanted to help them some other way."

"I did, but Jordan--"

"Didn't have anything to do with it. You made the decision."

"But you weren't here."

"So, if I'd been here, you would've said, no again?"

"Probably."

"So this is Jordan's fault for asking you, and my fault because I left you for the weekend?"

"I didn't say that!"

"I thought you were all right with my going away with Choate."

"I thought I was, too."He paused. "Now that I look back, I guess I was kind of jealous."

"Jealous? Of Choate? Why?"

"Because of the easy camaraderie between you two."

"But, we have that, too."

"It's different with us. It's different with you two."

"Choate and I are just two old war horses."

"I know. But he shares a part of you I can never have."

"Like you share a part of me no one else can, babe. You know that."

"I know." Blair paused. "So, are you mad?"

"It was a stupid thing to do."

"I know."

"And getting Justin involved when you knew it would get him into trouble was mean."

"He could've said no."

"I don't think so, teach. You knew he'd be anxious for company, with Choate away. Seems like you took advantage of him. Maybe, a little revenge on the Councilor's Aide while you were at it?"

"Hey, you're reading way more into this than there is."

"And all that talk about him hating Choate afterwards, is that how you feel?"

Blair plucked at a hole in his jeans. "No. But--" He stopped, all his attention focused on the hole.

Jim waited, then asked. "No. But, what?"

Blair looked up. "No, but I don't like it."

"You're not supposed to like it."

"And I wish you wouldn't do it."

Jim watched Blair's restless hands a moment. "All right. I won't."

He looked up sharply. "Won't this time?"

"Won't ever again." Ellison picked up the remote control.

"I don't believe it."

"Believe it, Chief," he said as he began surfing again.

He was quiet for several minutes, watching his Sentinel warily. "This is some kind of trick."

"No trick," he said, eyes fastened on the flickering images on the tv screen.

Blair watched him a few moments more. "So, you don't care?"

"Oh, I care."

"And we're not going to fight about it?"

"Nope."

"You aren't going to yell at me?"

"Nope."

"Or pout?"

He glanced over at the confused young man. "I do not pout."

"This is it?"

Jim gave his Guide his full attention. "What do you want from me, Chief?"

"I don't know. After all that speel about being disappointed in me, I thought I'd have to at least listen to a lecture."

"No lecture." Jim put down the remote. "I'm going to bed."

"Wait!" Blair caught him by the arm.

"What, Chief?"

Blair sighed heavily before crawling off the couch's arm and across his Sentinel's lap.

"What's this?"

He rested his head on the cushions of the couch. "An epiphany."

~~~

Opening the front door to the Councilor's residence, Choate let Justin go inside first.

By the time he'd shut and locked the door, Justin was halfway up the stairs.

"Did you get dinner?" Choate asked, stopping at the foot of the stairs.

"I'm not hungry," Justin said in a soft voice as he continued up.

"That's not like you. How about I fix us both a snack? Maybe a couple of sandwiches?"

Justin looked down at him sadly. "All right, Paddy."

"Meet you in my suite in a few."

"Fine," came the almost unheard answer.

~~~

Fifteen minutes later, Choate opened the door to his rooms, balancing a tray on his arm. He had placed it on the small table by the fireplace before looking around the room from his lover. He found Justin curled up in the large armchair by a cold fireplace. He was completely nude, his hair flowing all around him. The picture of him dancing on stage flashed through his mind again.

"¡Joder! ¡Tan hermoso! ¡Le amaré, por siempre!" Choate whispered, not aware he'd spoken out loud.

Justin stirred, looking up expectantly. The words' meaning escaped him, but the tone. . .the tone was not one of anger. "Paddy?"

"Yes, Justin?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"That depends."

"On?"

"On the answer to my next question. Why'd you do it?"

"Why'd I do what? Dance?"

"It was stripping, little boy," he corrected sternly.

Justin drew his legs up tighter, resting his forehead on his knees. He thought two seconds about lying. "You left me alone."

"I've left you alone before."

"That was business."

"And this was?"

"Fun."

"Fun without you."

Justin hid his face against his knees. "No."

"Yes. That's what this is all about." Choate put his hands on his hips. "You were jealous," he accused.

"I was not!" he said looking up sharply.

"Then, you didn't think I'd be upset?"

Justin lowered his head, hiding his face behind a fall of hair."No. I knew you'd be upset," he confessed reluctantly.

"And you did it anyway?"

"Not because you'd be upset," he said softly. "Because I wanted to show off."

"Show off?"

He looked up, smoothing hair away from his mouth. "All those people, screaming about me."

"A little ego stroking?"

"You make it sound bad." Justin sighed again. "I needed to prove I was desirable."

"Excuse me?"

"You walked away. Left me."

"I went on a camping trip with Jim Ellison, not some lost weekend lust affair." Choate came to stand over his little love. "I wish you'd discussed it with me first."

"The dancing, or the way I felt?"

"Both, and it was stripping."

"You'd have said, no to the first one," he said quietly, looking up into those dark eyes.

"Probably. But only because I want to keep you to myself."

Justin smiled hesitantly. "Nothing'll change that, Paddy. Not ever."

"Just like nothing'll change the way I feel about you?" He held up his left hand so Justin could see the ring. "Always and forever?"

The smile on Justin's face tilted downward a little. "Guess I forgot about that, huh?"

Choate took him by the upper arms and lifted him until he could look into his face. "Seems like you forgot about a lot of things this weekend." He sat in the chair and settled Justin face down across his knees. "But I know a great memory enhancer."

"Aww, Paddy." Justin squirmed as his lover moved his hair out of the way.

Choate smoothed his hand across the luscious mounds and Justin tensed.

When the first swat came, Justin frowned. It stung, but, far from the spanks of the past, that's all it did.

The second on wasn't any harder, but, any moment, Justin knew his lover's hand would gain momentum and he'd be doomed. He tensed his muscles in anticipation. By the third, his bottom had begun to warm. The fourth started a tingling. The fifth delivered hard enough to make him yelp.

"I just wanted to make sure I had your attention," Choate said, rubbing his hand across the heated flesh.

"Yes!" Justin yelped as his lover's hand fell again.

"Good," he said, spanking him again, "I wouldn't want to have to start from the beginning.

"No!" Justin's bottom rose and jiggled with the next swat. "I heard everything you said, Paddy! Please! I'll remember!"

"But, will you understand?" He spanked his squirming lover again.

"Yes, Paddy! Yes!"

One more hard swat to punctuate the lesson, and Choate lifted the young man to his feet.

Justin rubbed at his warm bottom with both hands. He knew how easy the big Marine had been on him. "The corner?" he asked in a small voice.

"No," he said, moving the smaller man's hands aside to replace with his own. "I have something else planned for you."

Justin gasped as the large hands cupped his cheeks and drew him closer, his chest just inches from his lover's face. "Oh?"

"Yes, dulce," Choate said, just before taking the small brown nipple that tempted him into his mouth.

Justin clasped the strong shoulders before him for anchor as the sensations form that hot mouth closing over sensitive nipples arched through him.

Choate pulled the naked body into his lap.

"Oooo, Paddy," Justin crooned as he laved the tight bud. When it had congested to a pebble hard peak, Choate switched to the other. "Ahhh!"

The big Marine quickly finished with the second nipple and pulled Justin down to stop the sounds coming from his lover with his own mouth.

Justin wrapped his arms around the strong neck and opened his mouth wide.

Lifting Justin as he stood, he carried him over to the bed gently laying him down.

The younger man watched in helpless concentration as his lover slowly took off his clothes, watching the play of emotions on his audience's face.

Naked, Choate crawled over the small figure. Turning Justin over on his stomach, he spread his legs wide.

Young Evers' hands tightened in the sheets as he felt Choate's hands cup the roundness of his derriere. Burying his face in the crumbled bedclothes, he sobbed, tensing his muscles in anticipation, then cried out in surprise as he felt the hot tongue enter him.

"Shit, Paddy! Damn!" Justin screamed as he humped down into the mattress hard twice and came in a blind rush.

When he came back into himself, Choate's hands were rubbing soothing circles over his shoulders and back. His lover's voice as warm, comforting presence in his head.

"Mmmm," he murmured and felt strong hands turn him over.

"Back with me?"

"Oh, Paddy. Wow." Justin regarded him with heavy eyes.

"It wasn't a sprint, you know." He smiled. "There wasn't a prize for the winner."

Justin stretched, arching his groin against the warm length of his lover. "Oh, I don't know. I got a prize."

"If you thought that was a prize, then you'll love this," the big Marine whispered as he reached for the lube on the nightstand and handed it to him.
"Danza para mí, dulce." he whispered, his cock at full mast.

Justin blinked, absently taking the tube from the strong fingers. "Danza?"

The chief aide smiled as he gently reversed their positions and stretched out on the bed. "Danza para mí, dulce," the deep voice taunted as his hands ran slowly up and down Justin's quivering thighs. "Dance for me."

Justin straddled his lover's hips, comprehension slowly dawning. He was on top. It had been a long time and he'd blown it big time the last time. Languidly, Justin squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel onto his fingers. With a wicked smile, he reached behind himself and made a great show of inserting his fingers inside himself, his eyes drifting closed as his digits entered his body.

The big Marine watched, his erection painfully full, as his imp pleasured himself.

Justin began to bounce up and down in counter rhythm to his fingerfucking.
So intent on what he was doing to himself, he almost didn't hear the groan from beneath him. Opening his eyes, he nearly fell into the great, black pools that gazed steadily up at him.

Quickly squeezing out another daub of gel, he lubed the hard cock in front of him.

"¡Prisa, dulce! No me duraré de largo, asustado."

Justin positioned himself. Slowly sliding down the great, heated length until his bottom came flush with Choate's groin.

He couldn't help himself. He felt so full. The rock hard slab of flesh was so good. He howled his lover's name.

Choate gripped the engorged cock before him with one hand, steadying his lover by his hand on his hip. "Danza, amantito. Como hizo para las audiencias. Muévase al la música en su cabeza. ¿Siéntame? ¿Dentro de tu?"

"So hot, Paddy!" Justin moaned, raising up on his knees.

"Tan caliente, dulce."

Then sliding back down. "So hard!"

"Tan duro."

His movements gaining momentum. "Too full. . .oh!"

"Demasiado!"

And they came together in an explosion of joy.

~~~

Blair slowly opened his eyes. He was in their bed, on his side, facing away from Jim. Why? Slowly, it came back to him.

Turning, he found himself staring into the eyes of his Sentinel. "Morning, Chief."

With a soft cry, Blair launched himself into Jim's arms.

Ellison, detecting the change in his lover's heartbeat, opened them just in time to receive the bundle of his heart's desire. He held him tight.

"I'm soo sorry, Jim."

"Shhh, it's all right, babe," he crooned, stroking the disarray of curls beneath his chin.

"No, it's not, but it will be!" Blair looked up and closed the distance between their mouths.

The sheet slid away from the bodies as the young Guide eased himself over the muscles chest beneath him. He remembered. He remembered it all. The muscles of his bottom burned and ached with the exertions of his movements, but it didn't matter. What did matter was the man beneath him. The flesh and heat and bone and blood that made of the greatest love of his life.

All the emotions he felt at that moment raced through him, centering on a place just south of his navel. He wanted Jim inside him, but the ache behind him told him that was impossible and he didn't have the patience to reverse their positions to bury himself deeply inside the tightness of his lover. He had to have him now or die.

Leaning forward, he drank from the salty well of Jim's throat. The curtain of his hair fell, shuttering the early morning light from the Sentinel's sight, but enveloping him in an essence that caused his heart to race, and his own cock to swell.

"Blair," he whimpered.

"Shhh," Blair whimpered back. "Hush, love. Just a minute." The Guide aligned their erections, the weeping trail of moisture from both of them mixing to ease the way.

Contact ignited along their flesh, searing them.

Both began to move, simultaneously, the pressure building in their blood vessels and vital organs.

The pleasure, nearly unbearable.

Jim closed his arms tightly around the study body above him and pressed upward, grinding his hips.

Blair moaned into the hollow of the throat he'd been licking. "I love you, Jim," he panted, highlighting each word with a rotation of his hips against the pleasure below him. "You don't know how much."

Jim released the hold he had on the animated hips driving him crazy and tangled them in the tousled curls to steady the face in front of him. "Oh, yes I do," he replied, his hips answering Blair's demands.

Then they caught fire.

The Sentinel saw the heat ignite them.

And they burned. Their flames lighting the room.

Calling out each other's names.