Of Tool Belts and Trees by Refugees (NC-17)

[hermitsoul]

Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:

I love established relationship fics.  I don't want stories to end with happily ever after - I want to see them live it.  This story takes a look at life at the loft.  No big plot - the biggest worry is whether the new bonsai plant will survive the Ellison/Sandburg household. 

Blair's voice broke off, as he took in the vision before him. Jim had indeed returned to work and was currently bending over, giving his interested lover an eyeful of straining thready denim, a gap of flesh showing through the tear placed strategically south of his firm, rounded cheeks. As Jim stood up, Blair noticed the muscles in his magnificent back outlined by the clinging gray t-shirt.

Jim realized that his guide had stopped ranting. He turned around to see Blair staring at him, seemingly in a zone. Jim flushed, recognizing the look, his body tightening in response. Their eyes met, and Blair shook himself, not quite finished vocalizing his displeasure.

"And don't tell me you didn't wear that outfit to distract me," the smaller man continued crossly. "You think all you have to do is traipse around looking like everyone's fantasy handyman and I'll excuse you anything. And I still have to take a piss!"

Of Tool Belts and Trees