Title: A Fistful Of Warm Rain (2 of 4)
Author: jesse
Fandom: Law&Order (original flavor)
Pairing: Briscoe/Logan
Rating: R this chapter, for adult language, dreaming and scheming
Summary: A cold winter night, a hot sauna ....
Archive: Yes to Rareslash, yes to list archives, anybody else please ask
Email: jesse.bee@lycos.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money
Author Notes: The blame can be laid at the feet of culturevulture73, as always, for hooking me into this g, but a little of the blame for posting can be tossed at Python, who was kind enough to tell me she thought one of my previous stories was hot. Well, this one's a little hotter.eg
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A Fistful Of Warm Rain
10/20/03
jesse
Chapter Two
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//Here, kitty, kitty, kitty ....//
Lennie could practically feel the intensity of Mike's not-looking-at-him stare, and struggled to keep the crow of triumph locked in his throat. //Finally.//
He'd been watching Mike for months now, trying to figure the man out. Every time the younger detective made a move that might, just might, be construed to mean he'd be interested in Lennie in more than a friendly fashion, he pulled back, and the moment vanished before Lennie could respond. It was disconcerting, and frustrating as hell, even allowing for the need for caution because of where they worked, and who they were.
There was a phrase Lennie'd heard somewhere that he just loved: "I have abandoned the search for true romance and am now looking for a good fantasy." On the physical level, Mike Logan fit the fantasy thing perfectly - the man was attractive as hell.
Add to that the facts that his partner a) was obviously not shy when it came to sex, and b) had never, by Lennie's observations and Mike's own admission, had a relationship that had lasted longer than a month or two.
Put it all together, and Lennie'd figured that Mike was the ideal candidate for the type of purely sexual relationship Lennie was after. "Fuck-buddies" was the crude term for it -- two friends having sex strictly for fun and release. No emotional involvement, no impact on their work relationship or any other portion of their lives. The type of arrangement only guys would understand -- perfect for someone who'd struck out twice in the marriage game and someone who apparently had no real interest in ever going to bat.
Problem was, he couldn't get a clear read on whether Mike's sexuality extended to members of his own team.
But there were too many moments when something Mike did, his body language (oh, that body language) or the look in his eyes had Lennie convinced that the younger detective was as bisexual as Lennie himself was -- and then it would vanish like morning street fog.
So Lennie had been biding his time, waiting for a situation when Mike couldn't get away, couldn't shut down. He had a boatload of motive -- what he needed was opportunity. The sauna had looked like the perfect one, maybe the best he'd get.
Mike was obviously aroused and just as obviously trying to hide it. //Probably wondering how the hell he's gonna get out of here without embarrassing himself.// Lennie smiled inwardly. //If I'm right, though, by the time we get outta here you'll have nothing to be embarrassed *about*, my friend, 'cept maybe the fact that we could have done this months ago.//
//And months into the future? What then?// Lennie refused to look at the thought now as he'd been refusing to look at it since he'd first realized that he could so very easily want Mike for far, far more than a few rounds of the horizontal tango. He just wasn't going there - that wasn't what he wanted. Romance, as far as it applied to himself, was dead.
Most of the time, maybe he even believed it.
//Even if Mike does want you, he sure the hell isn't gonna fall in love with you. And you don't want him to - you've seen and heard about what's happened with the few women he thought might be serious. In the end he never stays - it'd be like tryin' to hold a fistful of rain.//
//And you've already walked off enough emotional cliffs in your life, Lennie Briscoe. Playing fuck-buddies will be fun, if you're careful, but falling for him is Out Of The Question.//
No, a couple of sweaty nights, maybe a short affair if he was lucky, would be exactly the ticket.
//Besides, you've got his friendship, and that's the far better deal.// Lennie had realized early in their partnership that for all the charm and bonhomie Mike could trot out when needed, he didn't give his friendship quickly or easily. But if he did, it was pretty much forever -- if you needed him, he'd be there. And that was more than enough for Lennie.
Most of the time, maybe he even believed that, too.
Lennie regarded his partner now through slitted eyes. As fine as Mike looked normally, he was fucking incredible when wet and aroused and next to naked. His pale skin practically glowed in the low light, flushed by his own heat and that of the sauna. Athletic shoulders, powerful arms, well-made chest, flat stomach, defined thighs and a tempting bulge between them ... the man looked more than good enough to eat. Smelled that way, too -- something clean but classic, with a touch of bay rum and the faintest hint of leather.
Lennie stretched luxuriously, enjoying the intense warmth, knowing full well that his own arousal had to be plainly visible beneath the towel around his hips. He wasn't vain -- he was fully aware of his own standings on the attractiveness charts. But he'd also discovered years ago that where looks didn't make the cut, personality sometimes more than made up for it.
And Mike, he was absolutely sure, *liked* personality.
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Author: jesse
Fandom: Law&Order (original flavor)
Pairing: Briscoe/Logan
Rating: R this chapter, for adult language, dreaming and scheming
Summary: A cold winter night, a hot sauna ....
Archive: Yes to Rareslash, yes to list archives, anybody else please ask
Email: jesse.bee@lycos.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money
Author Notes: The blame can be laid at the feet of culturevulture73, as always, for hooking me into this g, but a little of the blame for posting can be tossed at Python, who was kind enough to tell me she thought one of my previous stories was hot. Well, this one's a little hotter.eg
######################
A Fistful Of Warm Rain
10/20/03
jesse
Chapter Two
######################
//Here, kitty, kitty, kitty ....//
Lennie could practically feel the intensity of Mike's not-looking-at-him stare, and struggled to keep the crow of triumph locked in his throat. //Finally.//
He'd been watching Mike for months now, trying to figure the man out. Every time the younger detective made a move that might, just might, be construed to mean he'd be interested in Lennie in more than a friendly fashion, he pulled back, and the moment vanished before Lennie could respond. It was disconcerting, and frustrating as hell, even allowing for the need for caution because of where they worked, and who they were.
There was a phrase Lennie'd heard somewhere that he just loved: "I have abandoned the search for true romance and am now looking for a good fantasy." On the physical level, Mike Logan fit the fantasy thing perfectly - the man was attractive as hell.
Add to that the facts that his partner a) was obviously not shy when it came to sex, and b) had never, by Lennie's observations and Mike's own admission, had a relationship that had lasted longer than a month or two.
Put it all together, and Lennie'd figured that Mike was the ideal candidate for the type of purely sexual relationship Lennie was after. "Fuck-buddies" was the crude term for it -- two friends having sex strictly for fun and release. No emotional involvement, no impact on their work relationship or any other portion of their lives. The type of arrangement only guys would understand -- perfect for someone who'd struck out twice in the marriage game and someone who apparently had no real interest in ever going to bat.
Problem was, he couldn't get a clear read on whether Mike's sexuality extended to members of his own team.
But there were too many moments when something Mike did, his body language (oh, that body language) or the look in his eyes had Lennie convinced that the younger detective was as bisexual as Lennie himself was -- and then it would vanish like morning street fog.
So Lennie had been biding his time, waiting for a situation when Mike couldn't get away, couldn't shut down. He had a boatload of motive -- what he needed was opportunity. The sauna had looked like the perfect one, maybe the best he'd get.
Mike was obviously aroused and just as obviously trying to hide it. //Probably wondering how the hell he's gonna get out of here without embarrassing himself.// Lennie smiled inwardly. //If I'm right, though, by the time we get outta here you'll have nothing to be embarrassed *about*, my friend, 'cept maybe the fact that we could have done this months ago.//
//And months into the future? What then?// Lennie refused to look at the thought now as he'd been refusing to look at it since he'd first realized that he could so very easily want Mike for far, far more than a few rounds of the horizontal tango. He just wasn't going there - that wasn't what he wanted. Romance, as far as it applied to himself, was dead.
Most of the time, maybe he even believed it.
//Even if Mike does want you, he sure the hell isn't gonna fall in love with you. And you don't want him to - you've seen and heard about what's happened with the few women he thought might be serious. In the end he never stays - it'd be like tryin' to hold a fistful of rain.//
//And you've already walked off enough emotional cliffs in your life, Lennie Briscoe. Playing fuck-buddies will be fun, if you're careful, but falling for him is Out Of The Question.//
No, a couple of sweaty nights, maybe a short affair if he was lucky, would be exactly the ticket.
//Besides, you've got his friendship, and that's the far better deal.// Lennie had realized early in their partnership that for all the charm and bonhomie Mike could trot out when needed, he didn't give his friendship quickly or easily. But if he did, it was pretty much forever -- if you needed him, he'd be there. And that was more than enough for Lennie.
Most of the time, maybe he even believed that, too.
Lennie regarded his partner now through slitted eyes. As fine as Mike looked normally, he was fucking incredible when wet and aroused and next to naked. His pale skin practically glowed in the low light, flushed by his own heat and that of the sauna. Athletic shoulders, powerful arms, well-made chest, flat stomach, defined thighs and a tempting bulge between them ... the man looked more than good enough to eat. Smelled that way, too -- something clean but classic, with a touch of bay rum and the faintest hint of leather.
Lennie stretched luxuriously, enjoying the intense warmth, knowing full well that his own arousal had to be plainly visible beneath the towel around his hips. He wasn't vain -- he was fully aware of his own standings on the attractiveness charts. But he'd also discovered years ago that where looks didn't make the cut, personality sometimes more than made up for it.
And Mike, he was absolutely sure, *liked* personality.
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