A Sentinel and His Hat, um, Guide

Detective Jim Ellison, Sentinel of the great city of Cascade Washington was on a stakeout on a cold dreary day in November. His best friend and partner, Blair Sandburg, Guide to Jim, and Shaman of the great city was with him. They were huddled together under a blanket in the cab of Jim’s truck. The truck was parked in a dark alley with the engine off so as not to give away their position.

Blair was getting cold.

"Sorry, Chief. I can’t take the chance of them seeing any plumes from the exhaust pipe."

"I kn, know, Jim. I’m j-j-just glad we brrought the b-blanket. You know m-me, c-c-cold and wet is my world."

"Yeah, I know, Chief. Rafe and H are scheduled to relieve us in a couple of hours and then it’s home and a nice warm bath for you."

"Thanks, Jim. A warm b-bath sounds like heaven right now," Blair said with a weak smile.

Blair blew into his glove clad hands that were still freezing in an effort to make them warm. Jim silently sat staring across the street and scanning the area with his ultra-sensitive ears for any signs of their suspects. He was wearing a thick Irish wool turtleneck sweater over a cotton long sleeve t- shirt, his pea coat, hat and fur lined gloves. Blair was wearing two sweaters and thermal long johns and yet he was still shivering.

"Why aren’t you cold, Jim?" Blair asked.

"Got touch turned down except for my gun hand and it’s really not that cold."

"Not that cold? You must have antifreeze in your veins, man!"

"Maybe," Jim said as he cocked his head to one side. Blair knew that meant his Sentinel heard something that caught his attention. "Call it in, Chief, it’s going down now," Jim said as he pulled off his gloves and jumped out of the truck. "And stay in the truck!" Jim warned his guide. The Sentinel was always the Blessed Protector of the Guide.

With his weapon out and the sounds of police sirens screaming close, Jim was on the run, ready to arrest his suspects.

 

*****
 

"What’s with the kid?" Simon asked Jim as Jim walked into his Captain’s office with his report on the stakeout and subsequent arrest. The stakeout paid off and the arrest went down without a hitch. The suspects decided that a half dozen cold, wet police officers with larger weapons wasn’t worth pissing off. They surrendered peacefully. Blair was at his desk still wrapped in his blanket.

"The kid’s cold, Simon," Jim explained meekly.

"He’s had plenty of time to warm up since you’ve been here. He’s going to feel colder when you leave."

"He’s stubborn."

"Not unlike a certain detective partner of his that I know," Simon said with a touch of snark.

"Sarcasm, sir?" Jim deadpanned.

"That’s why they pay me the big bucks," Simon said as he stuck an unlit cigar in his mouth. "Go take your partner home and warm him up. The kid looks pitiful. You both have days coming to you, take a couple."

"That an order, sir?" Jim asked with a bright, heart-stopping smile.

"I am your superior. It does say captain on my door," Simon growled.

"Sir, yes, sir," Jim said as he snapped to attention and saluted said captain. He quickly retreated from Simon’s office before his captain had a change of heart.

"Come along, Junior," Jim said as his grabbed his own coat and then his blanket covered partner.

"What’s the rush, Jim," Blair asked as he struggled to get his gloves on without unwrapping himself from his blanket.

"Simon gave us two days off, I want to get out of here before something else happens," Jim whispered into Blair’s ear as he steered his guide toward the elevators.

"Well, all right," a gloved fist pumped the air. Blair’s twinkling deep blue eyes met their match in Jim’s ice blue ones.

Within an hour they were home and in a hot steamy bath tub.

"Mmmm," Blair purred as he felt his limbs warm up and come back to life.

"You couldn’t have been that cold," Jim said as he shampooed Blair’s auburn curls.

"Jim, believe me, I was cold. I was beginning to be afraid for my extremities and other parts. Jim gently ran a soapy cloth over the part in question.

"Had I known you were that cold I would have given you my hat. I thought all that hair of yours helped to keep you warm."

"Well sometimes I need more than my hair."

"Next time..."

"If there is a next time."

"You wear your hat."

"I lost my hat," Blair said with puppy dog eyes.

"What am I going to do with you?" Jim asked as he wrapped his guide in a warm towel then led him up the stairs to their bed.

The Sentinel wrapped his larger well muscled body around his smaller guide. The Guide shivered but not with cold but in anticipation of the loving his sentinel was soon going to bestow upon him.

"Blair," the big man murmured as they joined in love.

"Jim," Blair moaned back as they were both getting close to orgasm.

The loft bedroom echoed with their roars of completion.

After a while when their brains managed to crawl back into their heads, Jim reached over Blair to dig into the bedside table. A moment later Jim plopped a woolen cap over Blair’s semi erect cock. Blair cracked open an eye to look at the navy blue cap perched on his groin.

"Um, Jim, you gonna tell me what you’re doing?"

"What did you teach me about the primal Sentinel, Chief?"

"Uh, that he can’t help but to protect his Guide," Blair said.

"Just doing my job, Chief," the Sentinel of the Great City mumbled as he kissed his Guide’s sweaty curls, pulled the blankets over them then fell asleep.
"My Blessed Protector," the Guide murmured as he followed his Sentinel into sleep.

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