Loved. This. Okay - there's irony in my use of this icon, because I think that Blair has spent most of his time with Jim thinking this very thing...why can't he see me? And then you wrote this,
It's good. Just about perfect, having those pouty lips on mine, and that tongue of his—Jesus. Oh, man. If I'd known we could be like this together, that he could look at me seriously as someone he wanted—not just his Sentinel, but this guy he wanted, just for himself—
Well, I still don't actually know that. But I can guess, because right here, right now, I'm lying in this bed useless, not even able to do more than wiggle my fingers, and he still wants me. That's gotta count for something.
and after I get over wanting to smack them both, I have to think that this is just so Jim. It just about would take him being paralyzed and unable to speak to force him to think about anything relationship-wise with Blair and still being paralyzed to actually *act* (in a manner of speaking!) on it. Heh. Oh, Jim.
When Irony Hands You Lemons
It's good. Just about perfect, having those pouty lips on mine, and that tongue of his—Jesus. Oh, man. If I'd known we could be like this together, that he could look at me seriously as someone he wanted—not just his Sentinel, but this guy he wanted, just for himself—
Well, I still don't actually know that. But I can guess, because right here, right now, I'm lying in this bed useless, not even able to do more than wiggle my fingers, and he still wants me. That's gotta count for something.
and after I get over wanting to smack them both, I have to think that this is just so Jim. It just about would take him being paralyzed and unable to speak to force him to think about anything relationship-wise with Blair and still being paralyzed to actually *act* (in a manner of speaking!) on it. Heh. Oh, Jim.
Thanks so much for this.
*hugs*