I wrote this for me, cause I am a card carrying not ashamed to admit it Chocolate addict.

and I refuse to be cured. I refuse, do you hear...?!

Snack

Blair sat on the floor surrounded by laptop and paper. His partner sat on the couch reading the printouts and making notations in the margins. It was like old times, except these were Internet search results for a case they were working on.

Right now, however, a break was in order. Blair hurried to the refrigerator to remove a plastic container from the fridge, snagging a spoon on the way back to the living room.

It was only chocolate pudding, something Jim disliked thank goodness. Chocolate was one thing, but Jim hated the texture of pudding particularly after it had set for more than a day. This would be Blair’s all to himself reward for working non stop since breakfast.

Jim’s eyes automatically followed the swirls and valleys of chocolate as Blair eased the spoon into his mouth.

Go for it Sandburg, pudding ugh.

The spoon was turned and pudding fell to Blair’s waiting tongue.

Jim watched his roommate’s eyes close and he smiled.

Blair gave himself up to the sensual experience of taste. His expression was blissful, the chocolate just setting on his tongue, holding it, waiting for the moment when temptation was more than he could endure and it must be swallowed. He would lift the spoon and wait again for the dense flavor to fill his mouth, then curl his tongue around the cool slick yet velvety texture before swallowing once more. He teased himself by just touching the mound of pudding on his spoon with the tip of his tongue a few times. Then he had to lick the back of the utensil to prevent pudding from falling on his printouts.

Blair smiled and sighed.

He was startled to find Jim on the floor in front of him.

"Chief."

"Jim. What…"

This close the smell of chocolate was overwhelming and Jim inhaled deeply drawing the scent in, tasting it on the air. He swallowed to keep from drooling.

Jim leaned closer and flicked his tongue across Blair’s still smiling lips.

Chocolate…Blair.

Jim’s eyelids lowered shutting him off from a shocked gaze. He was on his knees heart banging and he had just licked Blair. He wasn’t sorry, so there.

If…if…he didn’t like it he could…could…whatever.

"Jim…you ah…don’t like…hum…pud…pud…"

"Do now."

Blair shivered and his body rocked back in fear and excitement. What to do Jim wasn’t acting his…

The decision was taken from him because Jim leaned forward and once again his tongue swept the flavor from Blair’s lips.

"I want more."

Soft lips nudged his insisting on entrance.

"Jim…"

He was going to strangle, he was going to ask…something…what…those lips covered his and the tongue was inside his mouth in search of chocolate…pudding.

Jim was a good detective, known for his precise evaluation of crime scenes.

Blair was thoroughly searched.

And of course one must go over the report a few more times to see if anything was overlooked.

"Chief?"

"…hmm…yeah…Jim…yeah. You want more pud…?"

"That’s why you’re my partner. You catch on fast."

Jim kissed him again.

When he finally pulled back Blair said, "Kissing…is…my…world man."

"You know Darwin, there are other things in the universe beside kissing."

"Oh man!"

Blair was lifted from the floor and deposited on the sofa. Jim’s body followed him down and covered him.

"Oh man!"

Jim laughed out loud, his shaking body causing Blair to writhe in pleasurable torment.

"Blair Sandburg at a loss of words. I’ve seen everything."

"No Jim, not yet…not everything!"

He pulled his friend’s head down and he was once again lost to a kiss.

Sometime, much much later he realized Jim had divested him of the layers of clothes he usually wore during the winter. Good thing too, cause it was sooo hot in the loft.

He had never lost his mind before, but he didn’t need his mind. Later, maybe…

He groaned and his body arched into his roommate. It was torture. It was good good good. Jim’s tongue on his nipples, Jim’s mouth at this throat. Jim’s lips brushing over his neck and shoulders so lightly yet causing his nerves to spark until his whole body was trembling. He was desperately gasping for air and more Jim.

"Jim, please…"

He had to yell. Jim was kneeling between his legs and stroking his cock. His brain shut down between pleasure and pure disbelief. He was dreaming, he was sure, but…

"Don’t stop Jim don’t stop!"

Jim laughed then scooted back along the couch. Before Blair could protest what he thought was abandonment, the same Jim was pushing his legs up and licking the insides of his thighs. He felt fingers curl around his testicles just before that hot wet tongue licked them, over under and down…

"Oh man, oh man…"

Another chuckle tickled his ass before Jim finally put his mouth where it did the most good. The big guy hummed in satisfaction and that drove Blair over the edge.

He knew his heart stopped and he was trapped someplace with no air no sound no escape. He didn’t care, wanted desperately to hang suspended in this second for as long as eternity lasted. Jim’s lips pulled back on the up stroke and Blair came, his body thrashing from side to side, hips jerking.

When the universe stopped spinning he opened one eye to peep at Jim. His sentinel was still kneeling between Blair’s legs with the silliest grin the guide had ever seen on his face.

"Well Chief, I guess you’re going to have to share your pudding after all. It seems I’ve developed a taste for it."

Blair laughed as he reached to pull Jim into his arms.

"Then you should like my new recipe. It’s called Cock and Choc…"

He wasn’t happy about the pillow smacking him in the face while Jim fell off the couch laughing.

finis

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