Sharing by Patt

Sharing - Patt

For some reason I can’t stop thinking about how much I would like to share Jim’s bedroom with him. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, but I just hope that Jim doesn’t figure it out and throw me over the balcony.

When I go to bed at night, all I can think of is Jim sleeping in his boxers and nothing else. Then I lie in my bed with a hard-on for the rest of the night, unless I take care of business, which I don’t feel comfortable doing in a loft with a Sentinel. It must be awful for poor Jim. He has to smell and hear all of this and probably wonders what is going on.

I have to do something about this hard-on. So what do I do? I think about Jim and him taking off his boxers and how nice his body looks. Hard and willing, is what my mind keeps thinking about. When in real life, he’s hard all right, but he’d be for punching my lights out for thinking about his body this way. He’s not willing either. He dates quite a bit lately and comes home late at night, making me jealous of someone I don’t even know.

So it’s two a.m. and I’m stroking my cock thinking about a naked Jim lying in bed next to me when I hear the bed squeaking above me. What is he doing? Is he doing the same thing I’m doing? I doubt that very much. He’s actually dating which is more than I'm doing. I stopped three months ago since it seemed senseless. I wonder who he’s dating right now? Who am I kidding? I could care less who he’s dating. I only care about him, his beautiful body and his gorgeous cock. And did I mention how much I’d like to share his bedroom? I could finally move out of the small room under the stairs and have a big boy room. That’s right, Sandburg, just keep dreaming away.

I hear Jim walking down the stairs and I envision him opening up my door and saying, “Would you like me to join you?” I know this will never happen. Instead he’s probably going to the bathroom and I continue stroking my cock, thinking about nothing but a naked Jim. I almost feel guilty, so much so that I don’t even notice that Jim is knocking at my door at first.

I finally answered, “Yeah?”

And Jim said, “Chief, is there anything you want to talk about?”

Isn’t he cute? He wants me to stop whacking off and talk to him. That’s so Jim. I know he doesn’t really want me to talk to him, but he has to offer at least.

I say, “No, everything is fine Jim.”

“You haven’t had a date in a long time and I wondered if there was something bothering you,” Jim asked.

He’s so damn cute…

I answer, “Just haven’t been in the mood. If I’m bothering you, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

“No… I was just worried about you. If there is anything you need to talk to me about, you know where I am,” Jim offered.

He’s such a good, good man. I adore him. I love him. The pain hits me then when I realize that I do love this adorable man and there is nothing I can do about it.

“I’m fine, Jim. Stop worrying and go to sleep,” I say quietly with a hint of sadness in my voice.

“Night, Chief,” Jim says as he leaves my doorway.

“Night, Jim,” I call out just as casually as he does.

I’ve lost my hard-on and it’s gone for good I’m afraid. At least for tonight, anyhow. I love Jim and I’ve got to stop doing this. It’s not fair to him and it’s not fair to me. I need to get a life and stop trying to live in Jim’s.


I awake the next morning to a smell of coffee, pancakes and eggs cooking and get a smile on my face first thing. Did I mention he was a good man? I couldn’t wait to have a cup of coffee. I needed that big time.

I walked out into the kitchen and Jim was bending over the stove, pulling something out and all I could think about was how great his ass looked. He turned and looked at me oddly and said, “Is there something you want to talk about now?”

Shit, he must have smelled my pheromones and there is nothing I can do about explaining them away. So instead I say, “No, there is nothing we need to talk about.” I mean, I can’t tell him how much I want to share his room with him. He would never understand that.

He looks at me patiently and answered, “Chief, I know there is something wrong, now spill.”

Oh how I wanted to spill my guts and tell him exactly how I feel about him, but I know better than that. “I don’t know what you mean,” I say just as patiently.

“I smelled your pheromones and there is no one else in the room,” Jim stated.

“Just drop it, Jim. It’s my business, not yours,” I tell him.

“I like you too,” Jim said ever so casually.

I just stared at him and smiled. “You like me? As in you really like me? Or you like me as your friend?”

“I really like you, but didn’t want to push myself on you,” the crazy man said.

“Since when do you really like me?” I asked.

“Since about six months ago, but you didn’t seem open to the idea,” Jim declared.

“What kind of Sentinel are you? Anyone with eyes could tell I was in love with you for the last six or eight months,” I confessed.

“What kind of Guide are you? You didn’t notice me either,” Jim said.

“So, would you like to go on a date?” I asked shyly.

“Damned right, I would like to go on a date. How about tonight?” Jim suggested.

“You’re on,” I answered.

“Where would you like to go?” Jim asked.

“Your bedroom,” I replied.

“We’re getting a fucking date out of this first. I don’t want anyone saying I took advantage of you,” Jim remarked.

“Oh god, no, we don’t want that,” I said very sarcastically.

“How about dinner at Olive Garden and a movie?” Jim asked.

“And for dessert, there will be something good?” I teased.

“For dessert, you can have anything you want,” Jim added.

“Anything?” I inquired.

“Within reason,” Jim assured me.

“Okay, dinner at Olive Garden and a movie. I’d like to see Gran Torino,” I said very seriously.

Jim pulled me into his arms and said, “Then we can come home and have dessert.” Jim kissed me and I was absolutely lost and loved every minute of it.

I pulled away from Jim and said, “Do you think I could move up to your room after we get home?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jim said.

“See if I have this right, dinner, Gran Torino, sex in the big bed and moving upstairs?” I asked.

“You’ve got it all right. Today is going to take forever,” Jim sighed.

“But it’ll be worth it. Now let’s get to work and get this day over with so we can start our new life,” I ordered.

“You’re on,” Jim answered and we did just that.

The end

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Acknowledgments: Thank you to Kelly for the beta.