Strange.  It was strange what a difference one day could make.  Yesterday it was Jim and Blair, friends and co-workers, Sentinel and Guide.  Today it was Jim and Blair, friends and co-workers,  Sentinel and Guide *and* lovers.  What a difference.

If someone had asked him yesterday what he thought sex with his Sentinel would be like, he probably would have laughed in their face.  After he was finished laughing, he would have explained that a) as far as he knew Jim was straight - very straight, and b) while he, Blair Jakob Sandburg, wanted very much to find out what said sex would be like, he didn't feel like dying in an attempt to find out.  His sense of self-preservation, the same one that kept him silent about being bi, and on a multitude of other things that he was sure would freak out his partner, had long overruled his lust for big buff Sentinels.

But now - now he could look this person in the eye and tell them that sex with Jim was nothing like he had ever expected. It was rough and sweet and hot and beautiful and so damn *good* that it should be illegal.