Jim drools a little on his shoulder round about midnight and Blair tells himself Sentinel spit is sanitary based on no data whatsoever.
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Jim wakes up the next morning with his lips glued to Blair's shoulder. A wave of embarrassment swamps him, until he remembers that Blair was the one who started this, who crawled into bed with him because Jim felt like crap and needed his PJs, the one just like the pair he had when he was little and his mom was still around to tuck him in at night.
Only Blair didn't just tuck him in but tucked in with him, which really isn't in his job description as resident anthropologist and Sentinel guru. Jim wonders if he can blame this on Sentinel needs. As in--"The Sentinel of Peru would retire each evening into a bed of cuti cuti leaves gathered by his faithful guide who would crawl into bed with him and let himself be cuddled and make the Sentinel feel better in spite of his head exploding with the pressure of snot like a balloon behind his eyeballs.
Later, they would celebrate the Sentinel's recovery with some hot sex."
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Jim wakes up the next morning with his lips glued to Blair's shoulder. A wave of embarrassment swamps him, until he remembers that Blair was the one who started this, who crawled into bed with him because Jim felt like crap and needed his PJs, the one just like the pair he had when he was little and his mom was still around to tuck him in at night.
Only Blair didn't just tuck him in but tucked in with him, which really isn't in his job description as resident anthropologist and Sentinel guru. Jim wonders if he can blame this on Sentinel needs. As in--"The Sentinel of Peru would retire each evening into a bed of cuti cuti leaves gathered by his faithful guide who would crawl into bed with him and let himself be cuddled and make the Sentinel feel better in spite of his head exploding with the pressure of snot like a balloon behind his eyeballs.
Later, they would celebrate the Sentinel's recovery with some hot sex."
Or maybe not.