Title: Crushed
Rating: R
Spoilers: Spoilers for 1.3 See the Women
Pairings: John Cooper, Ben Sherman
Author's Note: This did not turn out the way I wanted it to, but it's my first Southland fic.
Summary: Cooper needs a cold shower, asap.
"He raped and murdered some woman," Cooper is so close, so close to him and Ben feels like his heart is pounding, about to break out of his chest.
Cooper smirks at him, as if he knows exactly what Ben is thinking, exactly what he's imagining between the two of them. "Step back rookie, I don't need you getting a crush on me," he snarks, arrogance showing clearly in his eyes.
"A crush? What am I twelve?" Ben asks, arching an eyebrow he follows him back to the squad car and climbs in the passenger side trying to ignore the stirrings in his stomach.
Cooper looks over at him and raises his eyebrows as though he is just biting back a reply to that question, considering whether he should say it before he decides not to.
"You got a girl at home?" He asks instead, not even sure where the words are coming from because does he really care or not? Hell who is he kidding, he cares a lot more for this rookie and his pretty eyes then he'll ever let on to anyone.
Ben looks incredulously at him, his brows furrowing. "Why? Jealous?" He curses himself mentally, not understanding truly, why those words have even left his lips.
"If I were jealous of some useless pussy you had laying around in your home in Beverly Hills, slowly siphoning away your money as fast as possible do you think I would ask?" Cooper spits back at him.
Ben smiles confidently and shakes his head, making Cooper want to punch the kid in the mouth because this smart act attitude he shows off a good portion of the time makes him rock hard.
"Maybe not a crush, but you sure as hell want to fuck me," the kid taunts, looking cocksure and annoying as hell.
Hot too, but Cooper wants to annoy that. Their radio chirps to life, telling them they have a dead gang banger to deal with, shot by a man who claims the banger killed his daughter.
Cooper is glad for the distraction, because if he hadn't gotten one he was going to end up fucking Sherman across the hood of the squad car.
Wouldn't that be a hoot?
God Cooper needed to get laid.
