That's Captain Matchmaker To You
By Patt
Simon watched Ellison and Sandburg, while sitting at his desk in his office. Something was going on with his detectives. They had not spoken to each other unless they had to in days. Simon was sick of this. Was he the only real detective in the bunch? These guys were crazy about each other. Talk about your typical case of clue bus avoidance by stupid and lonely detectives.
Okay, this called for drastic measures. Simon picked up his telephone and called his friend in vice and said, "Martin, how are you today?"
"Fine, Simon, what are you up to?"
"Do you have any undercover work that you short handed on?"
"As a matter of fact, we do have a couple of cases that are up and we don't have anyone to fill in. They don't fit the criteria. I was thinking Sandburg and Ellison."
"Good, because that's who I was thinking of too. Now you can't tell them I asked you to call. What are the cases?"
"There are two. One is a bartender and stripper for a gay bar. And the other would be posing for a gay couple at a bar that have had numerous attacks on gay men."
"Perfect. Either would be perfect."
"Simon, send them to see me as soon as you can. I'll start them tonight."
"Don't tell them that I volunteered them, all right, Martin?"
"Sure enough. Talk to you later, Simon."
"Bye Martin." Simon said hanging up the phone smiling to himself. Getting up, he walked to his door and swung it open and hollered out, "Ellison, Sandburg, my office, now."
Jim and Blair both got up but avoided looking at one another. Simon knew that he was going to have his hands full on this one. Something was going on, and they weren't sharing with their boss and friend. So, it was Simon's job as their friend to see that they worked things out.
"You wanted to see us sir?" Ellison asked as he walked through the door.
"Yes, Ellison, Captain Martin Mitchell in Vice asked for my two best detectives and I told him you were the ones I would send."
"What is the job, Simon?" Blair inquired.
"He'll have to tell you about it. It's an undercover assignment. You'll be on it for a week or more."
"Sir, we're in the middle of a robbery investigation." Jim said glaring, "we can't just stop doing our job because Vice needs us."
"Excuse me Ellison, but since when has it been your job to decide what was best for my detective's?" Simon asked.
"Do we have any say in this at all, sir?" Jim said angrily.
"No not at all, Ellison." Simon said, "Please report to Captain Mitchell now."
"Yes sir." Blair said.
"Whatever." Jim said as he stormed out of the room. Simon knew he was going to have his hands full on this one.
Blair and Jim were silent the entire ride up to Vice. As they got off the lift, Captain Mitchell said, "Ellison, Sandburg, my office now."
"Oh goody, it's universal." Blair said very sarcastically.
Jim couldn't help but smile at the joke. All right, Blair wasn't always a pain in the ass, just usually. * Wait a minute, when did I start thinking about liking Blair to be a pain in my ass? What the fuck is wrong with me? *
The two men walked into the Captain's office and stood waiting for their assignment. Captain Mitchell said, "Sit, gentlemen." Saying this, Captain Mitchell made it perfectly clear that there was no room for discussion. Sitting down, Jim said, "So what is this assignment that is so important?"
"Ellison, you best lose the attitude when you're in my department, I won't put up with it." Captain Mitchell said as he glared at Jim.
"Sorry sir. Could you please fill us in on the assignment?" Jim asked nicely.
"Now that is more like it. I won't put up with your shit in my department, Ellison and Sandburg, that goes for you too."
"Sir, I'm not known for making a lot of trouble." Blair said in disbelief.
"Well, you may not think so, but where one of you goes and makes problems, the other follows. We all know it."
"I don't agree with that, sir." Blair said indignantly.
"All right gentlemen, lets get this over with. This is your assignment. Although I don't know that I want you on it. I've heard that you can't get along for ten minutes these days."
"Excuse me sir, but we get along on duty just fine." Jim said stoically.
"Okay, we've had numerous attacks on gay couples at the Coming Out Bar. So, we need you to go undercover as a couple. They never attack just one, they attack the couple."
Jim just stood there with his mouth hanging open and said, "Sir, I'm sure you have someone that would be better at this than I would."
"Ellison, you got a problem with gays?" Mitchell asked.
"No, sir. I just don't feel like we would be the best two for it." Jim added.
"Excuse me sir, could I talk to my partner alone for a moment?" Blair asked.
"Certainly, I'll give you a few moments. Just poke your head out the door when you're ready for me." Mitchell said.
As he left the room, Blair waited for the door to be shut before he blasted Jim. "What the fuck was that about, Jim? You got a problem with gays?"
"Sandburg, you know I don't have a problem with gays, I just don't want to play one."
"Oh I see, you're okay as long as you don't have touch a gay person."
"Fuck you, Sandburg, you know I'm not like that. You know that as well as you know me."
"Well then why don't you want to do it?"
"Fine, call the Captain back in and we'll do it. I don't have to explain things to you or anyone else."
"Captain, we're ready." Blair said as he poked his head out the door.
The Captain walked into his office and said, "So, you'll do it?"
"Yes sir." Jim answered shortly. "When are we starting?"
"Well, Ellison, there is an apartment down near the hotel that the couples have been attacked near. You'll start tonight. You'll be off during the day for sleeping. Here is the address, and do I need to tell you that you and Sandburg will have to stand closer together than you are now?"
"Sir, I know how to do my job. You don't need to worry about either of us." Jim grabbed the paper with the address and the key to the apartment and started out the door. Blair turned to the Captain and said, "I'll keep you posted sir."
"Good, I'm glad one of you thought about that. We'll need a daily update on the assignment." Mitchell said.
"Fine sir. I'll talk to you tomorrow then." Blair said as he left the room.
Picking up the telephone, he called Simon and said, "All right, are you playing matchmaker here, Banks?"
"That's Captain Matchmaker to you, Martin." Simon said as he started laughing.
"Do you suppose that they don't know about each others feelings?" Mitchell asked Simon.
"They are just too busy hanging out at the clue bus avoidance stop." Simon said.
Both men started laughing as Simon hung up and made some other plans. Getting up from his desk he called Rafe and Brown into his office.
"Yes sir?" Brown said as he entered the room.
"I need to ask a favor of the two of you. And it's not really work related. Have you noticed how Jim and Blair have been fighting right and left lately?"
"Sir, everyone has noticed." Rafe said sitting down.
"Well, most of that anger is from not being able to tell each other they have a thing for the other one."
"Damn, I knew they should be a couple." Rafe said smiling.
"A couple of what?" Brown asked laughing.
"Okay, they are going to be undercover and I need you to go and start some trouble." Simon said.
"What kind of trouble, sir?" Brown asked.
"Well do either of you know anyone that is gay?" Simon asked smiling.
"Yeah, we both do, why?" Rafe said.
"Well, I need you to have two of them go to the Coming Out Bar, where Jim and Blair will be undercover as a couple and try to pick Blair up."
"What if Jim hits them?" Rafe asked.
"He's undercover he's not going to take a swing at anyone." Simon said. "But to be sure, warn them that he is jealous and has a temper."
"What time, Captain?" Brown asked. "And don't you think this is kind of shitty to Jim?"
"No I think Jim will be just fine. It's time that Jim and Blair stop avoiding that clue bus stop that everyone knows they really should be standing at." Simon said.
"I agree with Captain Banks." Rafe said, "I think that Jim needs to learn that Blair might not be there for him forever. And my friends are just the ones to show them."
The three men talked about the evening and then split up to go and make their plans. Well, Simon was just going to hang around at home and hear about it from Jim on the telephone. He knew that Jim would be calling and pissing a fit. * It'll be good for him to find out how much Blair means to him. Plus I might be able to relax in the bullpen again someday. *
As Rafe and Brown were going downstairs, they talked about the evening. "Man, I think we should get a video camera going on this, Rafe." Brown said laughing.
"Fine, but I'm not standing by you if you turn it on." Rafe said smiling back at his partner.
"Seriously, this is going to be so fucking good, Rafe."
"I know, but we won't be there, remember?"
"Maybe we could go as a couple, you think?"
"H, that could blow everything, and we would get our Asses kicked big time."
"Did you talk to our friends?"
"Of course and they think it will be a riot." Rafe said still smiling like a goofball.
When Jim and Blair got home that day they both went to their rooms to sleep for their assignment, which would keep them up most of the night. Jim tossed and turned, wondering what the fuck he was going to do with Blair so close to him. Jesus, he hated Simon sometimes. As he finally fell asleep, he had thoughts of Blair in his arms as they danced across some dance floor somewhere.
Downstairs Blair was having some of the same problems. He thought he was the only one that had feelings for his partner and just knew he was going to embarrass himself tonight. He could just feel it already and they hadn't even left the loft yet. As he continued to toss and turn, he kept thinking of Jim with no clothes on and before long, he was sleeping, but he was having such a good dream that he never wanted to wake up again. When the dream was just getting to the fan-fucking-tastic part, his alarm went off. * Well, fuck... *
Groaning as he rolled out of bed with a killer hard on, he walked into the bathroom to take a shower and there was a rap on the door. "Chief, don't use all the hot water." Blair realized that it was the first time that Jim had called him Chief in two weeks. Blair didn't know why, but his cock filled instantly. He had to stroke himself off quickly and quietly so that he wouldn't walk around with a woody all night long. As he walked out of the bathroom in his robe, Jim walked in saying, "Hey Chief." Blair got hard again. He practically ran for his bedroom. * Shit, Sandburg, knock it off right now. You act like some teenager. Grow up and remember that this is your friend and roommate. *
When Jim got into the bathroom, he knew exactly what Blair had been doing. * Fuck... Now I have to walk around with that thought all night long. Jim's cock was harder than it had been in ages. God, he wanted to fuck Sandburg. Get a grip Ellison and then stroke. *
When Jim came out of the bathroom, he walked upstairs and got dressed not saying one word. When he got downstairs, Blair about fell out of his chair. Jim had on a pair of tight jeans, and a skintight tee shirt that did nothing but make him look even better than he already did. He had his bag all packed and said, "Chief, do you have your bag all packed for that apartment?"
"Yeah, Jim, I already took it downstairs to the truck. I'm all set." As Blair stood up Jim's mouth fell open when he saw that Blair had on almost the same thing as he did. Except that Blair looked even better in his. Well, at least he did to Jim. "You look great, Chief."
"You too, Jim. Ready to get this show on the road?"
"Yeah, lets get this over and done with." Jim said as he pushed Blair towards the door.
The drive to the apartment was quiet. They hadn't really discussed this at all, neither wanting to bring it up. Jim felt like this was the biggest mistake he would ever make and was certain that their friendship would never be the same if he fucked up. These thoughts made Jim even quieter than he was before. Arriving at the apartment, they carried their bags up to the second floor. Their number was 200, so that was nice and easy to remember. Like either men would soon forget.
Once they unpacked everything, they got ready to go. Jim stopped Blair and said, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for being such a prick for the last two weeks."
"Jim, why are you telling me this now?"
"Because, I've felt bad about it and just wanted to tell you that. You're my best friend, Blair and I just wanted you to know that."
Blair just stared at Jim not even knowing what to say. Jim was either a prick or he was a romantic. Blair was opting for the romantic to be for him. * Sandburg, get a grip. Jim is so straight. Well, Jesus you are too, you idiot. *
They walked to the club, beings it was only two blocks away. And as they got closer, Blair said, "We should probably hold hands or something don't you think?"
"Yeah, that would probably look better." Jim said very quietly. Jim leaned down and kissed Blair's neck as someone was walking by and then pulled away and took Blair's hand into his and they walked. Blair was still in shock. * Fuck, this is going to be the longest night of my short life. *
As they walked into the club, they saw a lot of couples making out, dancing and just holding each other. They walked up to the bar and asked for a Coca Cola and a Dr. Pepper. When they brought the drinks, Jim sipped and said, "This one's yours as he handed Blair the Coca Cola and he took the Dr. Pepper that was his." Moving closer to Jim, Blair whispered, "Jim are you as nervous about this as I am?" Jim pulled Blair into his arms and whispered into his ear, "Yes, I am. I'm scared out of my mind, Blair. So, we'll help each other get through it." Blair looked up at Jim and smiled.
A really nice looking man walked up to Blair and said, "Blair, is that you?"
Blair looked over and saw a friend of Rafe's standing there ogling him. "Yeah, it's me. Randy, right?"
"Yeah, it's Randy. Come on and have a dance with me, young thing." And he grabbed Blair before Jim could even make a move to stop it. As they moved to the dance floor, Jim was keeping a very close eye on them. Another friend of Rafe's walked in and Jim saw him right off and tried to stay out of his way but it didn't work. "Jim Ellison, is that you?"
"Yeah, Brad, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's right. I didn't know if you'd remember me, it's been awhile. Have you seen Randy tonight? We're supposed to meet here."
"Yeah, he's on the dance floor with Blair right now." Jim said almost growling. Brad looked over at them and said, "They make a very nice looking couple."
Jim glared at him again and said, "I thought you two were a couple."
"No, I wish. Randy likes to play the field a lot. He's more into the here and now and who he can fuck right this moment." This time Jim got up and said, "Excuse me, I need to find Blair."
"Since when have you and Blair been a couple?"
"Since forever. Now if you don't mind, your friend is kissing my date." Jim pulled away from Brad and went into the pissed off boyfriend mode. He yanked Blair away from Randy and Randy said, "What? It's not like you own him, I just asked him, Jim."
"Well, he was lying, I do own his ass. Now get the fuck away from him." Jim said as he pulled Blair into his arms. Blair went not knowing what was going on, but loved the feel of Jim's arms around him. Then he felt the hard cock poking into him and thought, * holey moley, I might get lucky. *
Some music started playing and Jim started slow dancing with Blair. Blair loving every moment of it, hated asking Jim what was going on. So, he just went with it. Before long, Jim was leaning down and they were kissing. And Blair did believe that Jim was probably the best kisser he had ever encountered.
Blair could see that Jim was losing a little control and knew that this was important to Jim and asked, "Jim, want to go into the restroom?" Jim shook his head yes and they went off as quickly as they could. Once inside the bathroom, Jim pushed Blair into the end stall, looking around to be sure it was fairly clean and pushed Blair against the wall. He undid Blair's zipper and then went down on his knees. Blair wasn't sure what to do with this new development.
"Jim, what the fuck is happening here?" Blair asked trying to talk and breathe at the same time.
"I'm going to blow you, Blair, do you mind?" Jim said looking up at him with such a sexy look that Blair almost came just from the look. "Hell no I don't mind, do I look stupid?" Blair answered him.
He slipped Blair's cock out of his jeans and into his mouth. Jim had never tasted a cock before and found out that it was a nice taste. It was Blair. He started sucking as he pulled Blair's jeans down to his knees. Then Jim touched Blair's ass with such tenderness that again Blair almost came from this alone. He was moaning loudly now and Jim put his fingers into Blair's mouth and Blair sucked on them, making Jim moan this time. He pulled them out and took the wet fingers and slid one finger into Blair's ass. Blair jumped at first but once he got used to it, he loved it. Jim rubbed his prostate and Blair yelled out "Jim" and came down Jim's throat.
As Blair finally came back to earth, he looked down at Jim who was still leaning against Blair's cock. He smiled and rubbed Jim's head and said, "Come here and I'll give you something to remember me by."
Jim stood up and Blair pushed him against the wall and just did the very same thing to Jim that had been done to him. Except that he was fucking hard again. Jim said, "Fuck me, Chief."
"Jim, we don't have anything with us. It'll have to wait." Blair said sadly.
Blair sucked on Jim's cock and made Jim get close in record time because Jim was watching Blair's mouth go around his cock and it was doing things to him that he never dreamed possible. "Chief, I'm soooo close, I'm going to come." It was meant as a warning, but Blair just sucked harder and swallowed it all as Jim screamed out, "Blair."
Blair stood up and whispered sentinel soft, "Shit Jim, please tell me this wasn't part of the undercover assignment."
"Very funny, Sandburg. Your ass belongs to me, do you understand? No one else."
"Oh, you're territorial. I knew that Sentinels would be this way. Now I have proof, but of course I'm not doing that study anymore."
After about ten minutes of kissing, they pulled themselves together and left the restroom. As they walked out, Randy came up and grabbed Blair and said, "All right, my favorite song." But before he could take Blair off, Jim grabbed his hand and said, "Unless you want me to break it off, you best let go."
"Man, you are a total downer. Geeze you and Brad." Randy complained.
Jim took Blair into his arms and they danced all evening and when they left that night, they were both in a pretty good mood. As they came around the corner, four men jumped them and started to beat the shit out of them, thinking they were easy, drunk gay men. Well, what they found were easy sober gay men that could punch back. So, before long Jim and Blair had all four men under their control and police were called. Once there, they gave their account of what happened and then they made their way to the station to fill out the paperwork.
Once there, they were almost done with the paperwork when Simon came walking in. "Are you all right, Ellison and Sandburg?"
"Yes, sir we're fine." Blair answered.
"You got them?" Simon asked.
"Yeah, Simon, we got them." Jim said as he finished his report.
The Attorney for the bad guys walked up to Simon and said, "My clients are going to bring it up that Ellison and Sandburg were having sex in the bathroom and were all over each other all night long. Do you really want this coming to light?"
"Who is the judge going to believe? Us or them?" Jim said angrily.
"Captain Banks, I really think you should consider this before going forth with it."
"If my men are fine with this, then I am too. They were doing their job. They had to look like a gay couple. I guess they must have done a good job if it brought your clients out into the open." Simon said proudly.
"Are you trying to say that it was part of the job?" The attorney asked.
"Yes, exactly, now if you'll excuse us, we're going to get this paperwork filed so your clients won't be getting out anytime soon." Jim said.
The attorney walked away from them and Jim said, "Thanks Simon. You could have asked a lot of questions."
"Why would I ask questions, Jim? I'm the one that set this whole thing up. You two were avoiding that clue bus. I wanted you to get to the stop and not only stand there, but get on the fucking bus. Looks like it worked. Damn I'm good."
Blair couldn't help it. He started laughing. "You planned this whole thing out?"
"Yes, Sandburg, I do have ideas on my own, you know?" Simon said.
"Well sir, can we take a few days off and get to know each other in our new roles?" Blair asked.
"Yeah, you're off for the next three days, now get out of here." Simon said clapping Jim on the back. As they were walking off, Jim said, "Thanks, Simon." Simon turned and walked to the stairwell and made his way down the stairs.
Once on the elevator, Jim said, "We're exclusive, right? I mean, please don't tell me that I have to share."
"Oh no. I'm all yours and you're all mine. I can't wait to make you all mine."
Jim shuddered thinking of Blair fucking him till he was screaming and loving it. "Do you suppose that Simon really planned this whole thing? I mean, he couldn't have been playing matchmaker would he?" Jim asked. As they stepped off the lift, Simon was waiting there smiling.
"That's Captain Match Maker to you, Ellison and Sandburg." And Simon's laughter could be heard all through the parking garage.
When they got to the truck Jim said, "We have to send him something in a few days. But I vote for us not leaving the loft for awhile."
"Fine by me, but we need to stop by and get our things from that stupid apartment. What do you say we break that damn room in?"
"Sounds good to me, Chief."
They walked hand in hand as they left the truck and went up to the apartment.
The end.
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