Author‘s note: Just a very short piece that I wrote because of a conversation I had with my friends.

A case of bad mood
by DannyD

~ For Jackie, thanks for the funny thought ~

Blair Sandburg was furious -- disappointed and angry at the world and himself. Everything seemed to have conspired against him, even the rainy weather, and the young man thought he had every right to be pissed off.

His professor had returned his paper with a sad shake of his head, upset that his best student had screwed up big time. Blair tried to defend himself by saying he had just misinterpreted the subject, but Professor Carlson had only shrugged and suggested he write it all over again. Yeah, right, Blair thought, frustrated. Write it again WHEN? The anthropology student had barely enough time to prepare a test for his own classes. Sitting down and just relaxing with a nice book was wishful thinking. His work at Jim‘s side also demanded a great deal of the time he would usually have spent on teaching, studying or preparing classes. Then this morning, he had a rather loud discussion with Simon Banks about his involvement in a case. It was so rough that Blair feared for his observer position at the police department. One false move and he was out.
 

The young man sighed heavily and stared blankly at his laptop computer screen. He heard the front door opening, as Jim entered their home and tossed the key into the basket near the door.

"Hey, baby, I‘m home," the detective announced and quickly moved over to his lover to greet him appropriately. He hugged him from behind and tried to place a sounding kiss on his cheek, but Blair turned his head away.

"What‘s wrong?" Jim asked sensing his Guide‘s distress immediately.
 

"Nothing," Blair replied monotonously and started typing on his keyboard. His fingers only found the wrong keys and all that appeared on the screen where undecipherable "kduhenfkejrerjs".

"Damn it all to hell!!" Blair shouted angrily and hit the innocent keyboard with his fist. The computer beeped in protest, and Jim, startled by the sudden outburst of anger, took Blair’s hands into his and sat down beside him on the couch.

"Bad day?" he asked, gently massaging Blair‘s right hand that had hit the computer. "Feel like telling me about it?"

Blair shook his head. "Sorry, Jim. I’m just in a bad mood. That‘s all." He withdrew his hands from Jim‘s tender treatment. "I have to finish this paper."

Knowing his friend and lover too well not to detect the tension that knotted the desirable body, Jim thought a moment. Blair obviously wanted to be left alone with his bad mood swing, and Jim knew he should respect the silent plea. However, he didn‘t like to see his mate hurting ...and an idea began to form inside his head.

"Do you mind if I start cleaning the loft a little, Chief?" Jim asked and stood up, walking into the kitchen and then upstairs. He caught Blair‘s muttered reply while he prepared his plan.

"No, go ahead, Jim. Just ignore me for the rest of the year."

Fifteen minutes later, Jim‘s ingenious idea had almost failed and the plan to cheer Blair up was about to be shattered by the lack of interest on Blair‘s part. The young man sat slumped on the coach, eyes concentrating on the computer, nimble fingers typing almost faster than the eye could see. Blair had never looked up while Jim roamed through the loft, cleaning the floor, the cupboards, the tables, everything, while shedding a piece of his clothes any place he had just cleaned.
 

Now, the Sentinel stood near the kitchen counter, beautifully naked, with a feather duster in his hands. Blair still hadn‘t notice his state of appearance and Jim thought it was about time for a little prompting.

"Chief, what would you say if we moved the furniture?" Jim asked, playfully holding the feather duster in front of him, covering his genitals. 

"Why would you want to move the furni--," Looking up from his work, Blair started. His jaws dropped to the floor when he took in the sight of his lover. 

"Oh, I thought it would be a good idea to have more room around here," Jim gestured with his one hand, biting back the laughter at Blair‘s stunned look. "We could put the table in the corner and then we‘d have more room for the couch." He turned back to Blair, his hands on his hips now, as if waiting for some valuable input.

"On the other hand," Jim quickly moved the feather duster back in front of him to punctuate his words, gently brushing it over his cock. "...we could move the shelves if you like." Blair followed the movement of the feather duster with his eyes and Jim could see the growing desire in the young man‘s expression.

"I like it this way," Blair said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Jim stopped his motion and heard a disappointed sigh from his lover when the feather duster hid his genitals again. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Yeah? Maybe I‘ll have a better view from your end," he said, slowly walking over and sitting beside Blair on the couch. He leaned back into the coach, pretending to look around, his hands laying on his hips, the feather duster comfortably resting in his lap, and his legs slightly spread, exposing his own erect cock through a nest of feathers.

"Nah, it looks the same from over here," Jim concluded and threw a glance at Blair who smiled broadly. 

"What?"

"Oh, you‘re something, Jim Ellison," Blair shook his head, his eyes shining with joy and obvious arousal.

"Yeah, I know," Jim admitted, grinning . Suddenly, he lifted the feather duster and brushed it over Blair‘s shirt.

"Oh, baby, I see dust everywhere," he lied and started ‚cleaning‘ the shirt. "You‘d better take it off," he suggested, still waggling the cleaning tool. Forgetting his previous mood, Blair complied eagerly, and burst out into giggles, when the feather duster tickled over his upper body.

"Ah, and those pants of yours," Jim exclaimed. "Take them off quickly before all the dirt gets into the couch!"
 

The shirt, the pants, the shoes, socks and boxers were soon lost and the two men sat in front of each other admiring the each others body like a thousand times before.
 

"Lay down on the couch so I can make sure you’re dust-free," Jim ordered gently, his blue eyes winking wickedly.

"You‘re not going to do that, are you?" Blair feared the coming tickling session and he tensed up when Jim‘s feather duster came closer to his body.

"Relax, my love, I just want to make you feel better," Jim soothed and started a gentle stroking over Blair‘s body. The feathers were light and much to Blair‘s surprise didn‘t tickle too much. It was a pleasant sensation, he figured, and he closed his eyes while Jim pursued his plan.

Kissing every inch he‘d just ‚cleaned‘, Jim moved down Blair‘s body, leaving moist marks with his tongue. Blair moaned, his eyes hot with passion, his hands stroking Jim‘s head and back.

"You‘re a ...wizard, Jim," he whispered.

For a short moment, Jim stopped his movements and reached up again to place a passionate kiss on each of Blair‘s nipples. "I learnt from the best," he replied, his tongue flickering around the little nubs like a whirlwind.

"Aaarghhh," Blair tried to move away when the feather duster torturously brushed over his cock and balls. Now, that tickled! He writhed a little, but Jim restrained him with one strong hand. The ‚Little Blair‘ stood at attention demanding further caresses although the ‚Big Blair‘ fought against the feather-light touch.

"Shhh, just enjoy it, sweetheart," Jim winked at Blair and the young man rolled his eyes.

The Sentinel‘s mouth captured the pleading cock in one swift motion, sucking, licking and teasing at the same time. His wet tongue swirled around the organ, gently tasting every inch of it. Blair‘s moved his hips and groaned deeply.

"God, Jim, I love you," he confessed huskily as his legs eagerly moved around Jim‘s neck., Resting them on his shoulders, Blair caused the man to almost gag on the erect cock in his mouth.

"Hmpfhagrm", Jim spoke around the obstacle and looked up at his lover‘s flushed face.

"W—hat..?" Blair managed, his eyes squeezed shut again to fully experience the loving caress.

Jim released his cock and Blair was just about to utter a complaint when the feather duster brushed over his balls and buttocks! Again, the grad student tried to get away from the touch, but Jim‘s hold on his legs was too strong to be broken. With his legs resting on Jim‘s shoulders, Blair was helpless and fully exposed.

"I said, you‘re a devil, Chief," Jim explained, grinned, and bent forward to swallow the penis a second time. With utmost tenderness Jim scratched his teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh and Blair moaned and groaned incoherently, writhing every time the feathers touched his ass and balls. The sucking and licking around his cock increased in speed. Blair‘s body arched into the sensation, muttering words of encouragement.

"I c-can‘t ...," Blair warned breathlessly, and when Jim‘s free hand suddenly squeezed and slightly pulled his balls, the triple sensation made him explode into his lover‘s mouth. Jim swallowed the semen, still squeezing the testicles with his hand and brushing with the feather duster until Blair came back to earth, his legs laying heavily on Jim’s shoulders.

Jim let go of the limp cock and crawled up until he reached Blair‘s face. He kissed the unbelievably red lips and sensed Blair‘s heavy breath against his skin. His tongue searched for Blair‘s and they dueled momentarily.

"Feeling any better, my TeddyBlair?" Jim gently stroked the beautiful face in front of him and smiled when his young lover finally opened his eyes and gazed up at him with love and compassion.

"No," Blair answered with a straight face, his hands now caressing Jim‘s cheeks. "Could you do it again, please? I think I’m still dirty."

The End