Was he really seeing what he thought he was seeing? Had his roommate really inched his way from that end of the sofa to this one?
Yes, it seemed he had. Ever so slowly, over the span of two hours, while they watched the game on the tube.
But not so's anyone would notice any of the microscopic moves. No. It was simply that after each trip to the john or the kitchen for another beer, Jim had sat in a slightly different spot. Each one just a little bit closer. Until now ...
"Jim?" Blair blinked.
But Jim didn't speak. He simply turned his head to look Blair in the eye, and smiled.
Blair gulped, "Jim?"
And Jim raised his hand slowly, reaching out with the tip of his index finger, and oh so gently began to stroke Blair's bottom lip, beginning at one corner, tracing ever so slowly and lovingly along the ridge where lip and face met.
He had thought that a man's lip might not be quite so soft, might not feel so much like an areola. Wanting to sense more of this delicate softness, he closed his eyes and pushed his fingertip over to the center of Blair's bottom lip, and slightly higher to the place where the dry met wet.
Gasping in surprise and pleasure, Blair parted his lips and slowly sent tonguetip to meet fingertip, just tapping it lightly.
Jim's eyes snapped open.
"Blair?"
"Hmmm?" was all he replied, the sound vibrating around Jim's finger.
Now eye to eye, the two men flushed, sweat breaking out across their abdomens, and then shifted their gazes to the side.
Jim dropped his hand to his lap and focused on the sound of his friend's breathing, which was rapid and shallow.
"You okay, Chief?"
"Oh ... yeah ... sure, Jim," the strangled reply. "What is going on with you?"
"Sorry.... Just wanted ... "
"Just wanted?"
"Yeah, just wanted."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah, Jim, definitely 'okay.'"
And Blair reached up with one finger and slowly traced from the corner of Jim's mouth, across his cheek to his earlobe, then paused before continuing to stroke along his neck to his shoulder -- all the while watching Jim's face, smiling as his friend closed his eyes and parted his lips ever so slightly.
Then after a moment's pause, Blair leaned over and whispered,
"Just wanted -- okay?"
"Definitely 'okay.'"
"Want more; want more?"
"Definitely 'more.'"
And Blair leaned in slowly, pressing lips together lightly, soft to soft.
Then, tapping Jim's chin twice and pointing upstairs with his own, he whispered,
"All?"
"All."
--finis--
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