Fanfic Intensive Treatment
think we're back to normal." Jim paused, but the urge to spout romantic nonsense
was mercifully absent.
"Ya think? Stand up."
you just freakin' stand up, Jim?"
"Oh, yeah," Jim groused. "Back to
With both of them
standing, Blair checked their relative proportions - *all* of
"Definitely back to normal," he said with satisfaction, in his
lowest, growliest, most masculine voice. It was good to come up to Jim's nose
again, instead of Jim's nipples.
"Yeah." Jim sighed. "Things got pretty
high pitched there, darling, honey, sweetums - Shit!"
A gasping female
voice called from Blair's room below.
"More sex. You need intensive
treatment if you're not to suffer a relapse."
"Sorry, man. Looks like the
celebrations were premature."
"Shut up and kiss me - " Jim struggled with
his recalcitrant tongue before smiling in triumph. " - Chief. You heard the
Blair hurriedly stripped off the flannel shirt that had
inexplicably appeared on his increasingly lithe, slender and distressingly
unhairy torso, before pressing his lips to Jim's so that their tongues could
satisfyingly duel together in sweet battle.
"You bet," he gasped,
breaking off for air, before he returned to the delicious fray.
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