Dr. Jason Bull collapsed into the chair behind his desk, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples thoughtfully. After spending the past week working tirelessly to prove a client's innocence, new evidence had recently come to light suggesting the team may be defending a guilty man.

Jason hated when his instincts were wrong. And contrary what anyone might think about him, it had little to do with pride or ego.

He hated that, despite his desire to see justice served, his lapse in judgment may have gotten in the way of that happening. He hated that there were other, more deserving potential clients that he could have been helping, instead of offering his services to a man who, he was now learning, was most likely a criminal.

Most of all, he hated that he had let his team down. Their very livelihood relied on the dependability of his instincts. And he had failed them.

"You all right?"

Putting his glasses back on, Jason looked up to see Chunk Palmer standing in his office doorway, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Not really," Jason answered with a resigned sigh, motioning for Chunk to come in. "Close the door behind you."

"It's not your fault, Jason," Chunk said, stepping inside and shutting the door quietly behind him. "You know that, right? The client had us all fooled."

"Small comfort when it's my job not to be fooled by men like Tim Asher," Jason almost whispered, standing and stepping out from behind the desk. "TAC can't afford slip ups like this. If I - "

"Jason." Chunk grabbed the older man by both arms, gently squeezing. "Even the best make mistakes sometimes. And you're right about people 99% of the time. One slip up doesn't mean you failed yourself, or anyone else. Especially since you discovered the truth before any real damage could be done."

Lifting his eyes to meet Chunk's, Jason gave him an embarrassed smile. "Yeah...I guess you're right. I just wish - "

"Hey." Letting his hands slide down Jason's arms, Chunk took both of Jason's hands into his own. "Go easy on yourself."

Jason said nothing, simply nodding in resignation.

"Come on." Chunk motioned with his head towards the couch. "It's been a long day. Let me take care of you."

At those words, Jason had to smile; a naughty glint reaching his eyes. "I like the sound of that," he said in a sultry tone, letting Chunk lead him to the couch.

Laughing softly, Chunk shook his head as the two men took a seat together.

Jason looked on with gratitude as Chunk first removed Jason's shoes and socks, then his own, and set them under the coffee table. Jason was so tightly wound. So emotional at this moment that he had started to spiral and lose perspective. So he was thankful for the calm reassurance that the handsome man beside him provided. He welcomed the chance to surrender control, and allow himself to be taken care of.

"The case will still be here tomorrow," Chunk began, removing Jason's glasses and setting them on the coffee table. "I don't want to hear another word from you about it until then."

Humming, Jason nodded, thankful for being given permission to - well, more accurately, ordered to - let go. It was something he never would have allowed himself. But doing it for Chunk somehow made it all right in his mind.

Jason watched as Chunk removed his shirt and draped it over the back of the chair, admiring every movement of the younger man's toned body. Examining every gorgeous ripple of muscle.

Jason's breath hitched in anticipation as Chunk eyed him with a mischievous smirk, leaning over and slowly unbuttoning Jason's shirt.

Once the first few buttons were undone, Chunk reached a hand in, tweaking Jason's left nipple.

Jason let out a soft whimper, already feeling himself start to come undone.

Leaning over, Chunk nipped and sucked Jason's nipple, not seeming to mind at all that he was getting a mouth full of chest hair in the process. As he did so, his hand made its way to Jason's right nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Jason let out a low moan, letting his mind drift as Chunk's hands and mouth alternated between nipples. He felt as though he were melting into the couch, and he was certain if he tried to speak, it would come out as incoherent babbles. The loss of control was intoxicating! Jason loved the thrill of being completely at Chunk's mercy.

Moving down, Chunk unbuttoned the remaining buttons on Jason's shirt, placing his hands on the older man's round belly.

Taking a controlled deep breath, Jason tried not to let Chunk sense his discomfort. Though Jason felt self conscious and insecure about his "food baby," for some reason Chunk loved it.

Keeping this in mind, Jason pushed his insecurities to the back of his mind, focusing instead on the loving attention Chunk was lavishing on his tummy, rubbing circles and showering kisses on the distended flesh.

"Beautiful, Jason," Chunk marveled, moving his hand to the space where Jason's belly hung slightly over his pants, and expertly undoing Jason's fly.

Jason arched his back, whining and canting his hips up in need as he felt Chunk slip his pants off.

"Be patient, baby," Chunk laughed, kneeling down beside his prone lover and placing a kiss upon plump lips." I won't be much lo -"

"Oh my God!"

The lovers looked up, startled out of their bliss to find Danny James frozen in the doorway, mouth agape in shock.

For a moment, Jason and Chunk were also frozen; mortified at being caught in such a position.

"I'll...uhh...I'll come back later," Danny stammered awkwardly, turning away and closing the door behind her.

"Knock next time!" Jason hollered, sitting up and gratefully accepting his pants as Chunk handed them to him.

The couple exchanged a meaningful look. Like it or not, it seemed they were going to have to call a team meeting.