Jim felt a stab of jealousy at Blair's words as he wanted Blair to look at him instead. He had fallen for the younger man and had been trying to drop hints, but Blair was either not interested or else rather slow on the uptake. //Well....if dressing as a jungle man can get Blair's attention then maybe I should try it.// That decided, Jim rushed upstairs to prepare.

Ten minutes later Jim came back down the stairs dressed in his jungle fatigues, boots, and body paint. He was now "Jim of the Jungle". He walked across to where Blair was sitting and stood directly in Blair's view. Blair was about to complain when he noticed how Jim was dressed. His breath caught in his throat and his heart started racing. Jim could smell the younger man's desire and a feeling of relief flooded through him.

"What are you doing, Jim?" Blair asked with a voice rough with desire.

"I don't like you paying all that attention to a fictional character....I want you to pay attention to me!" With that he stepped forward and pulled Blair to him for a kiss. It was hot and hungry and caused Blair to lose all thoughts of anyone but Jim. The kiss continued and George of the Jungle was left to play on his own...

Jim walked into the loft and was surprised to see the table set with candles and the delicious aroma of fresh lasagna wafting towards him. Blair was stirring something on the stove and his expression reminded Jim of the cat that ate the canary. He walked up behind his lover and turned him around for a deep kiss. When they finally broke apart Jim asked the question that was burning in his mind.
"What are we celebrating tonight, Chief?"
"Nothing much..."
"Oh really? Then why are you looking so smug all of a sudden?"
"Well... You know all those stories I lost earlier on this year? All the ones that I had spent hours and hours downloading?"
"Yeah I remember. The ones that meant that I had to sleep alone because you were too busy."
"Um... yeah... well today I managed to retrieve every single one of those files! I even reread a couple and found them quite inspirational... I thought that after dinner we could go upstairs and re-enact a couple of the best ones... and then maybe...mppphhhh..." Blair's little speech was interrupted by Jim kissing him and sweeping him into his arms.
The Sentinel's last coherent words as they ascended to the bedroom were:
"Dinner can wait!"

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