Part 1, by Pumplin

"You know," said Blair, leaning past his friend to snag a donut. "May is the Merry Month of Masturbation."

Jim spat the coffee he'd just drunk back into his cup and started to cough.

"What exactly did you say?"

"You heard me," Blair told him as he walked out of the break room, Cheshire cat grin on his face. He wanted desperately to look back and see Jim's expression, but he felt his words had more impact if he didn’t. Opening gambit -- now it's your move, man, he thought, making his way over to Jim's desk to collect his backpack.

Part 2a, by Manuela

Jim stared after Blair, the surprise still evident on his face.

Blair couldn't have heard him, right? It was impossible. Jim always had used a ball gag whenever Mr. Hand was his bed companion. He would have preferred his lover, of course, but that curly-haired center of his heart's desire lately had either been too busy or too tired to notice.

Ah, well, maybe this time, he had noticed.

Tonight, Jim wouldn't need the ball gag. His lover was ready for playing games. He only needed to think of a good scenario to tease Blair with.

Good enough to distract Blair from his universal duties for at least one night.

Part 2b, by Dark~Angel

Jim was stunned. What the hell was Blair talking about? Was this some new Sentinel/Guide ritual? A male bonding ceremony? Or was Blair trying to tell him something -- like time to go for it, big guy?

Jim relived the frustration of the past year as his roommate unknowingly became the star in the most x-rated fantasies to ever cross Jim Ellison's mind. It was driving him crazy, just being buddies, when all he wanted to do was fuck the kid senseless. Jim was becoming intimately acquainted with Mr. Hand. Masturbation was a nightly event. But now ...

'I certainly know a challenge when I hear one, Chief.' Jim grinned as he made his way back to the bullpen. 'And it may just be the break I need to let you know how I really feel -- but I'm gonna have to make you pay for that little scene back there. Oh yeah -- you're gonna pay big time.' An evil smirk spread across the Sentinel's face as he knocked on his superior's door. "Simon, I need a favor ..."

Part 2c, by Kadru

Blair sat down at Jim's desk, picking up his backpack, grin still on his face when he glanced up at Jim. The look on his partner's face caused his gut to clench, and his grin drained from his face. Uh-oh. Jim's ice-blue stare drilled into him, piercing the academic with his angry expression. Blair watched Jim's jaw muscles clench before he stood, his broad shoulders turning like heavy machinery. Jim's not taking this like I thought. Surely he knows it's a joke. I mean, he never goes out with anybody. I just...

Blair rubbed his face with his hand, then looked up one last time to see Jim rap on Simon's door.

"Hey Simon, I need a favor."

Blair closed his eyes. "Oh, man."

Jim stepped through Simon's doorway, his face cold and dark, menacing. His eyes narrowed threateningly, and slowly Jim closed the door behind him.

Blair's backpack fell from his hands, slapping against the linoleum floor. The sound of it startled him. On the desk before him lay the donut. I just wanted to trip him out. Oh, man. What's he gonna do? Quietly Blair sat behind Jim's desk, weighing his options.

Part 3, by Jenny Saypaw

Blair stared at his backpack lying innocently on the desk, and realized that he had zoned this time. Three scenarios. Lord, did I really say that? he asked himself. Gotta learn to consider the consequences before opening my big mouth! It had seemed like a brilliant thing to say at the time. It had certainly gotten Jim's attention. It was only afterwards that Blair realized that there was more than one way his roommate could react.

Blair sighed. The first reaction was his own personal fantasy. But he and Jim were not lovers... at least, not yet. The second reaction was what he wanted -- what he'd actually been thinking about when he made the masturbation crack. But now he realized Jim's reaction could be the exact opposite of what he hoped for!

A large hand landed on his shoulder. He stared at it in fascination because he was too scared to look around and see which expression was actually on Jim's face.

Part 4, by Pumpkin

The noise and clatter of the bullpen fell away as his world narrowed to the hand on his shoulder and the man it belonged to. He could feel the heat of the larger man behind him as he waited.

"C'mon, Chief, we've got a call."

It was the last thing Blair expected to hear and he looked up in surprise. Jim's face was impassive, but his eyes promised retribution. The only question was -- what form it would take? Jim's face wasn't answering.

Nodding, Blair stood and silently fell in step beside Jim. He could wait. He had no choice.

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