Title: Beer and Basketball
Author: culturevulture73
Fandom: L&O Mothership
Rating: PG / slash Briscoe/Logan implied
Summary: Response to one of Peja's 5 min. challenges, though it took longer than 5 minutes to write. First line challenge: "You? You don't have a single romantic bone in your body...." Tangent from Cassatt's "A Question of Romance"--for you, Cassatt, for making me actually like Ed and believe Ed and Jack . Email: culturevulture73@hotmail.com
Beer and Basketball by culturevulture73
" 'You? You don't have a single romantic bone in your body.' "
"So what did he say?"
"Oh, what else could he say? 'I do too." Then I got him with taking the date to the Indian place. Of course he comes back with what my idea of romance is."
"And you said?"
"Beer and a basketball game."
Lennie Briscoe settled deeper into Mike Logan's loose hold. Said basketball game was on Mike's TV now and Mike was drinking the beer for both of them. Lennie was glad that finally, their shifts had coincided. Lying on that oversize leather couch, with Mike's furnace hot body wrapped around him, bringing him back to life--he had missed this so badly the last week when they had never seemed to connect.
Logan smiled. "Which is why you're here with me."
"Hey, I'm the king of romance--flowers, chocolates, poetry--"
"Singing," Mike said softly.
Lennie smiled against the warm bare chest between the folds of Mike's robe. His strong, pure baritone had been his pride but it had never got him into anyone's bed until Mike. Trust a Black Irish soul to respond to a song.
"Then Van Buren says that's why neither of us was in a long-term relationship."
Logan laughed and Briscoe enjoyed feeling it against him. "If she only knew. Does Ed know you know?"
"Uh unh." Lennie sipped his own drink, decaf coffee this late at night. "He doesn't. I think I'm the only one who's figured them out, to see Serena sniffing around Jack."
"So you gonna tell your partner you know?" Mike began drawing lazy circles on Lennie's back.
"I might. Might even tell him about us. Then we could discuss our mutual attraction to Micks on some boring stakeout."
As he expected, Mike snorted. Compare him to Jack McCoy and he growled. Lennie wondered idly if it was the other way around. Another thing they should've asked Claire Kincaid back in the day. As the thought crossed his mind, he dug his head closer to Mike, seeking that warmth he had denied himself the years they had been broken up, torn apart by Claire's death.
As if he sensed the turmoil, Mike ducked his head, kissed the top of Lennie's head. "Stop thinking. Watch the game."
He caught the unspoken order. "Watch the Bulls find another way to lose?"
"Oh, you want excitement, huh?" Mike set the beer bottle and Lennie's cup carefully out of range on the side table, shifted to pin Lennie enthusiastically. "I think I can arrange that."
Briscoe smiled wickedly. "Now this is my definition of romance."
fin
Author: culturevulture73
Fandom: L&O Mothership
Rating: PG / slash Briscoe/Logan implied
Summary: Response to one of Peja's 5 min. challenges, though it took longer than 5 minutes to write. First line challenge: "You? You don't have a single romantic bone in your body...." Tangent from Cassatt's "A Question of Romance"--for you, Cassatt, for making me actually like Ed and believe Ed and Jack . Email: culturevulture73@hotmail.com
Beer and Basketball by culturevulture73
" 'You? You don't have a single romantic bone in your body.' "
"So what did he say?"
"Oh, what else could he say? 'I do too." Then I got him with taking the date to the Indian place. Of course he comes back with what my idea of romance is."
"And you said?"
"Beer and a basketball game."
Lennie Briscoe settled deeper into Mike Logan's loose hold. Said basketball game was on Mike's TV now and Mike was drinking the beer for both of them. Lennie was glad that finally, their shifts had coincided. Lying on that oversize leather couch, with Mike's furnace hot body wrapped around him, bringing him back to life--he had missed this so badly the last week when they had never seemed to connect.
Logan smiled. "Which is why you're here with me."
"Hey, I'm the king of romance--flowers, chocolates, poetry--"
"Singing," Mike said softly.
Lennie smiled against the warm bare chest between the folds of Mike's robe. His strong, pure baritone had been his pride but it had never got him into anyone's bed until Mike. Trust a Black Irish soul to respond to a song.
"Then Van Buren says that's why neither of us was in a long-term relationship."
Logan laughed and Briscoe enjoyed feeling it against him. "If she only knew. Does Ed know you know?"
"Uh unh." Lennie sipped his own drink, decaf coffee this late at night. "He doesn't. I think I'm the only one who's figured them out, to see Serena sniffing around Jack."
"So you gonna tell your partner you know?" Mike began drawing lazy circles on Lennie's back.
"I might. Might even tell him about us. Then we could discuss our mutual attraction to Micks on some boring stakeout."
As he expected, Mike snorted. Compare him to Jack McCoy and he growled. Lennie wondered idly if it was the other way around. Another thing they should've asked Claire Kincaid back in the day. As the thought crossed his mind, he dug his head closer to Mike, seeking that warmth he had denied himself the years they had been broken up, torn apart by Claire's death.
As if he sensed the turmoil, Mike ducked his head, kissed the top of Lennie's head. "Stop thinking. Watch the game."
He caught the unspoken order. "Watch the Bulls find another way to lose?"
"Oh, you want excitement, huh?" Mike set the beer bottle and Lennie's cup carefully out of range on the side table, shifted to pin Lennie enthusiastically. "I think I can arrange that."
Briscoe smiled wickedly. "Now this is my definition of romance."
fin