Blue Night

Jack McCoy was pacing around the front room of his apartment; he stopped at the window and gazed at the setting sun, the day's trial still heavy on his mind. A woman shot a man and left him for dead. Simple right? Far from it, the job of the DA is to prosecute those responsible for the crime. She had lied to the police, gotten a new feminist lawyer and was now challenging that the victim had abused her while she was in Tokyo working for him in his club.

Jack took a gulp of his drink in his hand and sighed. Claire had gone home and he had stayed at the office as long as he could stand. Living alone was getting to him. He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair and headed for the shower. The prospect of Detective Logan’s company was no longer an option. They had clashed badly on the last case he had prosecuted. Mike would not come back now. Jack knew he had been right to scold the detectives for their shoddy investigation, but that knowledge held little comfort on a night like this. He stood underneath the hot, steamy water and let it scald his skin until it reddened. A knock at the door brought him out of the bedroom half dressed, a towel draped around his neck. The knock came again, this time louder and he headed for the door.

"Who is it?" He peeped out the hole and saw an amber eye staring back. "Detective Logan?" He pulled the door open and Mike smiled a crooked smile at him.

"Can I come in counselor?" Jack steps sideways and Mike slips past him into the living room.

"I've been thinking a lot about the trial and things..." He drifts off as he surveys the large living room. "Do you have anything to drink Jack?"

"Jack? That's a first for you detective, I didn't know you even knew my first name." Jack heads into the kitchen and Mike follows. "What's your drink detective? Beer, vodka, wine?"

"What have you been drinking?"

"Vodka, rocks. “

“I’ll have a beer and a shot, if that’s okay.”

“Sure.” Jack hands him a long neck bottle and pours a shot of vodka. Jack can't help but notice the slight smile as Mike sips his beer. His eyes follow the younger man as he slowly walks back into the other room. He holds judgments on why the other man is visiting and joins him. "Have you been drinking Mike?"

Mike sits down on the couch, his eyes never leaving the older man. "Did you just finish a shower?"

"What,” Jack is a little embarrassed as he looks down. "Excuse me, I'll be right back."

"Don't go to any trouble on my account." Jack smiles but retrieves a shirt anyway. When he returns Mike is looking at a picture on the mantle.

"Cute kid, yours?"

"My nephew actually." He handed Mike another beer. "Detective are you going to tell me why you've decided to visit me or am I going to have to guess."

Mike stared into his eyes, wanting desperately to see a hint of feeling behind the mask Jack wore. "I was lonely, that's all."

Jack frowned and studied the man before him. "Why come here? I mean you and I aren't exactly best friends, especially lately. Where's Lennie tonight?"

"Home I guess, I didn't check. And you're right, we aren't exactly *best* friends, but I think we should work on that." With that he winked with his left eye and replaced the picture.

"Detective...."

"Mike, my name is Mike and we're not at the office or in a court room, so you could call me that you know." Jack laughed and sat down in a chair opposite the young man.

"Mike, why aren't you and Lennie out looking for dates, it's Friday night, you're young, single, good looking." Mike settled into the cushions and sighed.

"Well Lennie and I do go out drinking on occasion, but we don't pick up dates that way. Lennie has in the past, but I find it harder to find someone with similar interests."

"Are you that hard to please? I mean it seems simple enough. Hot headed, gorgeous detective seeks woman who loves danger, court rooms and handcuffs."

"Sounds almost right, but there is one major problem with that ad." Jack stands. "Want another beer?" A nod and he returns with two and opens Mike before handing it to him. "What's wrong with the ad? I know you like danger and handcuffs, or is it the hotheaded part. You can complain all you want, but you are..."

"It's not that," Mike puts great effort into pushing himself from the couch and walks to the window.

"Then what is it?" He jumps as Jack almost whispers the words in his ear.

"It's the woman part."

"What, you don't like women?" Jack's smile leaves his face quickly as Mike nods. His own desires try to surface and he fights the urge to reach out and touch Mike's face. They had shared one kiss; surly it was a fluke, no one that gorgeous was gay, no way.

"Ben and I were lovers and I miss him terribly."

"Why would you tell me this, I would think you wouldn't want it coming out."

"Are you saying you're going to go blab to the world? I don't think so Jack."

"Why not?" Jack has become more animated now, driven on by the possibility of a night of passion. His voice raises a notch and his step around the room quicker. "You go off half cocked and I have you twisting in the wind with a simple look. I think I'm going to enjoy this." Jack found it hard to read Mike's face. He was either amused or discussed by Jack's display. A hand on his chest answers the DA's question immediately. He pulls Mike forward and kisses him hard; pulling his head back he breaks the kiss and begins sucking on the delicate skin of Mike's neck.

Mike moans as Jack nips his neck hard, then flicks his tongue to soothe the tender skin. His voice is raspier than he would have like but the words slipped. "I knew I read you right."

Jack pushed him away slightly, never losing the grip on his hair. "Have you been checking up on me detective?" Mike whispers a *Yes* "Just who was your source for this investigation?" He asks releasing Mike and stepping back.

"I can't reveal, " he unzipped his jeans and his cock sprung free. "My source counselor you know that."

"Well there is another problem Mike." Jack pushed him to the couch and covered Mike's body with his own, pressing his clothed erection against Mike's.

Breathing in pants as Jack rotates his hips against him, Mike struggles to ask the question. "What problem?"

"Well you seem the aggressor, strong, willful, I don't see you submitting to me. Where as I find the prospect of being filly by that monster thing, almost pleasant. I like to have my turn as well and I just don’t see you letting that happen.” Mike shakes his head and kisses Jack quickly.

"Not a problem, I prefer to be on bottom, just think of all the fun you could have pounding me to the bed for all the times I've made you mad."

Jack stops his movements and studies Logan’s face for long moments. He releases him suddenly and gets up. "Go home detective." He takes several deep breaths, trying to calm his hormone driven body. "We'll have this discussion another time."

Mike sits up and growls. "You can't be serious!" He strokes his cock as Jack turns back to him. "With this? I can't leave yet." Mike lays his head back and begins stoking his cock in earnest. Jack slaps him hard, bringing his attention back quickly.

"Get out Mike, now!" Mike stands up and with mild difficulty, tucks his softening cock back into his pants.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say anything or I might just rape your ass." Mike notes the twinge of regret in Jack's voice. He zips his jeans and walks up to him.

Reaching out he touches the older man's face and begins to turn away when Jack grabs his hand and kisses his palm. "Counselor?" Jack meets his eyes and smiles.

"Perhaps another time detective." Mike nods and heads for the door.

Jack stares out into the dark sky, watching the moonlight on the water. "How stupid can I get?" With that he grabs his keys and heads for the door.

Across town Mike is drinking his fifth beer out of a six-pack. He frowns as he swigs the warm beer. The lights of the city sparkle beneath his feet as he dangles them over the edge of the balcony. He had been lucky in getting into a nice apartment before it went condo. The rent was decent, it was close to work and a rather nice neighborhood. He stared at the door as the bell rang again.

He headed for the door and swung it open without asking who was there.

"Mike, are you okay?"

"Sure," Mike is suddenly aware of his slur. "Well I think so anyway. Come in." He moves aside and Jack enters.

"Nice place, can I move in?" He laughs at Mike's pouty face. "Just kidding."

"Tis OK, want a beer or something, I've got one left."

"Well no, that's OK, I came for something else really."

"Hmmmm, what's that? To torture me some more perhaps. I’m sexually frustrated enough without you tormenting me. Jack stepped closer to Mike and took his hand.

"I want you. Will this be a problem?" Mike smiles at him and shakes his head. "Good, bedroom then."

Mike points to the bedroom and follows Jack into the large room. Jack sees his opportunity and grabs Mike and tosses him to the bed forcing him to his stomach. "Did I tell you, I like being charge." Mike does little to resist as Jack pulls off his jeans and underwear. "Take off your shirt." Mike does as instructed and lies on the bed naked, waiting for whatever Jack has in mind. Jack strips off his shirt and unzips his jeans, toes off his shoes and slides his jeans to the floor; his cock is stiff and pointing right at Mike. Mike smiles as Jack waves a finger at him. He scoots to the edge of the bed and kisses the end of Jack’s cock.

Jack moans as Mike opens his mouth. He slides in slowly, grabbing a handful of Mike's black hair to control his pace. "That's good Mike, yeah, I should have thought of this earlier, one good way to shut you up." Mike releases his cock and grins up at him. "OK, now on your knees, let's see what you're offering me detective."

Mike gets to his knees slowly, a bit embarrassed by the feeling of being on display. Jack grabs his hips and pulls him backwards, rubbing his hard cock against the cleft of his ass. "I bet you like it hard and fast right detective." Mike's silence brings a hand to his hair. Jack pulls his head back and asks again, this time emphasizing it with a thrust against his ass. "Tell me what you like Mike."

"I like the thought of you inside me.”

"Really?”

“Yes, please.”

"Don’t you want that counselor?” Mike slips from beneath Jack and turns over. “Hmmm, haven’t you thought about it, every time I see you, I think about it.”

“I can’t say it’s not crossed my mind a time or two. Jack lowers his head and kisses Mike softly, gently a glide of lips against lips. Jack breaks the kiss off and trails down to Mike's ear. "Will you let me make love to you Mike?"

"I’m all your Jack.” Jack stands up and takes Mike's hand.

"Stand up." He does and Jack runs his fingers down his chest, down to his stomach; lower to his groin then to his hips, kneading his ass muscles, pulling him closer until their erections meet. Both hands explore Mike's body until Jack pushes him gently onto the bed and kneels between his legs. Taking Mike's stiffing cock into his mouth he swirls his tongue around the delicate head, dipping it into the slit until Mike grows hard and groans.

Jack gently licks now, up one side and down the other as Mike struggles with staying still and quiet. "It's OK Detective, you can be vocal, I don't mind."

As if on cue Mike let’s lose a loud moan and runs his fingers through Jack’s hair. "I'm not going to last Jack, I swear it." He arches his back, forcing more of his cock deep into Jack's throat. A few more thrusts and Mike’s panting. Jack pulls away, eliciting a cry of protest. "Oh God, don't stop, please."

"Ahhh, but there's so many other places I haven't explored yet, there's no need to rush." With a stroke on his thigh Jack climbs up beside him on the bed. Mike lies flat as Jack leans down and flicks a hard nipple with his tongue. A leg is pulled up as Mike's right nipple is worked till it's almost painful. Jack's hands work lower, lovingly caressing the angrily red shaft. Then he caresses the tight ball sack as Mike writhes beneath him. Gentle fingers probe Mike’s opening, grazing the tight pucker several times "Do you have any lube?"

"In the nightstand, over there."

"On your stomach Logan." Mike turns over. "Lift," Jack pushes a pillow under his hips, forcing his ass higher into the air.

Mike grunts loudly as he feels the cool gel against his anus. Fingertips only pull him open and more gel is dribbled there. Thumbs work around, relaxing the tight muscle allowing them to dip ever slightly inside. Twenty minutes later Mike is almost begging for jack to fuck him.

"How does that feel Mike?"

"Like torture Jack, do something before I start believing you’re a sadist" A long thick finger slips inside him finally and he moans, pushing back hard, burying the finger. "More." Two fingers stretch the relaxed muscle and Jack adds a third. Mike is thrusting wildly now on the fingers inside him.

"Hold on a minute," Jack pulls free and retrieves a condom from the nightstand and tears it open. Mike pushes back to his knees and waits.

Jack slicks up his sheathed cock and kneels behind Mike. A push forward and he slips inside. Mike whimpers, but Jack's gentle rocking and soothing hands calms him quickly. Jack settles on Mike's back as his cock is buried deep inside the other man, giving him time to adjust.

They move together, neither wanting the moment to end too soon. Time, position, career and the world forgotten, they cascade down into the world of sensuality. The thick, hard cock sliding inside the hot tightness until together the bond is made. A special spot is touched, the fire burns brighter, the moves become quicker, less rhythmic, more animal. Flesh, moist from sweat slides into a heated fury, the pounding force causing bruises and ecstasy and the release of their vocal forces. The combination is deafly loud and thunderous. The voices die back, strained and sore as the bodies that carries them. The plateau reached both men breath deep, desperate breaths and fall into a stupor of quenched desire.