Rafael was sitting in Fornili's, alone. He thought back to two months earlier to that afternoon when he had told Olivia that she had brought color into his life. Other than Olivia no one came to the trial; not Fin, not Rollins, and especially not Sonny, after Rafael made him swear he wouldn't. Raf counted his drinks, thinking he might do something stupid when,

"Barba."

He looked over to see Jack McCoy's newest shiny toy, Ben Stone's kid,

"Stone."

Peter sat beside him ordering himself a bourbon.

"Are the SVU detectives this annoying all the time?"

Raf nodded and took a big breath and exhaled. He shook his head at the pain of not being able to work with them. The sting of it was still fresh.

"They can be.." Raf looked over at him.

"Especially Carisi." Stone said.

Raf smiled at the thought of Carisi when he was trying to play lawyer during cases when he should've been playing cop.

"Sometimes."

"Jack told me you two are dating."

'Of course, he did'. Raf thought...

"I broke it off before my trial started."

"Why?"

"I guess, I just thought it would be easier for both of us if I went to jail." Raf took a gulp of his drink, and took a deep breath before he then said,

"But, I also think it worked in my favor anyway."

"Oh yeah?" Peter asked, with his head down, eyes looking into his bourbon.

"Why's that?"

Raf looked at him, eyed his body, smiled, and said

"Because after my trial ended, all I could think about was you."

"Me?" Peter asked, blushing slightly, but not looking up at all, not even a little, in Raf's direction.

"Yes, Peter, as a matter of fact. There's something about you. I don't know what exactly, but there's something there alright.."

After saying this Raf turned back to his scotch and took a nice long drink, stroking the glass where a small amount of the tawny liquid remained. Peter was quiet for a moment, but he had a boyish grin on his face, the rose-colored blush remained.

"So what do you think Ben Stone's son? You want to get out of here?" Raf asked,

"What?" Peter asked, rather stunned.

He was flattered at Raf's initial comments about being interested, but "action?" That was something else entirely, and completely unexpected. He was taken aback and had to put his thoughts together quickly as his body was starting to do it for him. Raf leaned over to Peter just close enough so the dark haired man could hear him over the ballgame on the television in the bar.

"Do you want to go back to my place and fuck?" Raf asked, bluntly... Emphasis on the word "fuck", of course...

Peter finished his bourbon with one last gulp and still not looking at Rafael asked unsurely.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I was sure the minute you came in here and sat by me, but are you?" Raf asked as the men faced each other, finally.

"Barba, exactly how drunk are you?"

"A little...enough, I guess...but not too much to not know exactly what I want...when I want it."

Peter stood and took a deep breath. He went to finish his drink but realizing it was gone, looked at the little bit of scotch left in Raf's glass. He grabbed it and drank it down watching Barba watch him out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't a site he would soon forget. Barba's perfect emerald eyes were growing darker with lust by the second. He had heard Barba was a guy you couldn't really say no to. He was also a straight-to-the-point kinda guy as well, so Peter figured that this was, as Barba had put it "exactly" what and who he wanted... Peter picked up his jacket from the chair, and Raf did the same, and they both headed out. When they got to Raf's building, Raf walked him into the elevator with a hand on the small of Peter's back. Once they were in Raf's apartment, Raf took his and Peter's coats and suit jackets. Peter turned toward Raf and Raf kissed him. Raf didn't waste any time removing both their shirts. They both stood there looking at each other, Peter made the first move shocking Raf as he kissed him.

"Bedroom?" Raf whispered.

"Yeah." Peter said, touching all over Rafael's body.

Raf turned them, playfully pushing Peter into his bedroom, Raf's hands were working, unbuttoning Peter's pants, and Peter returned the favor. Raf pushed Peter onto the bed, and Peter settled himself on his back up near Raf's headboard. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier. He was so happy to be with Rafael, it was just hitting him that he was where he was. Raf sat beside him getting the lube out of his nightstand along with a condom. He leaned over and kissed Peter passionately. Peter took Raf's tongue happily and moaned over and over. His erection was arching through his underwear, wanting to be touched. Raf saw that Peter was starting to move around on the bed and with a devilish smirk he said,

"Are we a little eager are we?"

Peter just smiled and nodded, blushing again...an odd thing - 'I can't believe I'm blushing like this!' he thought to himself. Then he grabbed Raf and kissed him hard, devouring his mouth and, sucking on his tongue causing Raf to drop the lube for a moment. Raf's hand then went down to stroke Peter through the thin cloth of his underwear which Raf quickly rolled down and threw to the floor. Taking his mouth from Peter's for just a moment, he looked down at Peter's desire and knew he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Are you ready for me, Peter? I've been wanting this for a long time now." Raf said as he stroked the inside of Peter's left thigh causing Peter to let out a big sigh.

"Rafael, I want you, right now." Peter said as he put his hand in between Raf's legs to find his substantial bulge growing harder and harder in his hand.

Peter had seen Barba in court, and he couldn't help but notice that he was, well...well hung, but now he was actually getting both excited and a little anxious when he realized just how large Rafael was. Raf rolled the condom on himself, then covered himself with lube. He squeezed some on his fingers and started rubbing Peter's entrance eliciting some moans and sighs from Peter. Then he lay down next to him and started, spreading it inside of him with a finger, then added another finger to stretch him well. Peter was moaning, and grabbing at Raf and the two men were kissing, nipping at each other playful as Rafael made sure Peter would be comfortable. He knew that he was a lot to handle for some. Slowly, Raf settled himself between Peter's legs, as he hooked them over his hips and while looking at Peter, with his cock in his hand, he bent down and kissed Peter sweetly, and then bit his lower lip and said,

"Are you still sure that you want all of me, Peter Stone?" He had a wicked smile on his face.

"Oh yes, Rafael Barba I definitely want all of you now!." Peter said with a big, needy grin.

Raf slowly pushed into Peter but stopped when he felt some resistance.

"Jesus you're so fucking tight. How long since you last-?"

Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, Peter started to squirm a little and said,

"It's been a while, I have to admit."

"We can take it slow, OK? I don't want to hurt you." Raf pulled out, and slowly pushed back in, but not completely.

"Is that better?"

"Yes, Oh God, Rafael...that feels, fucking great! Keep going like that and I won't last long at all." Peter said. Sweat starting to form on his body, as he grabbed Raf's ass pushing him further inside him

Raf pulled out almost completely, and then pushed back in while rolling his hips. Raf did this a couple more times as Peter's moans increased.

"Rafael, I'm not going to last much longer..." Peter was breathing heavier, and heavier, as Raf was thrusting harder and harder.

"Me neither." Raf repeated in the same tone, pulling him in for a kiss, not breaking the rhythm the two had found.

Raf pulled back and pushed in again, a different sound of pleasure escaped from Peter as Raf hit Peter's prostate, again and again. The third time he hit it, Peter came, all over himself and Raf, as he called out Raf's name over and over. Soon after, Raf said,

"Fuck Peter! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Peter pulled Raf tighter and further into him so he could get the greatest pleasure. Raf cried out his name and when he finished coming inside of Peter, Peter pulled Raf to him and kissed his sweat-soaked face, pushing the hair out of his eyes. Raf was smiling, panting still, but then kissed Peter's lips softly, then pushed his lips apart snaking his tongue around his lovers. A few minutes later, Raf rolled over and threw the condom away in the trash can beside his bed. He rolled back over next to Peter, both of them still breathing hard. Rafael pulled the covers up over the two of them, and Peter moved closer to him, laying his head on Raf's shoulder. As their breathing was finally returning to normal, and right before Raf was about to kiss him goodnight, Peter said to him,

"I guess all those things people say about you are true after all, huh?…"

Raf let out a big sigh and quizzically asked,

"Oh yeah... what have people been saying about me, mi amor?"

"Oh, just something to the effect of: "That Barba. He's such a talented, pompous prick. I bet he's fucking great at everything he does."

As soon as it left Peter's lips, Raf couldn't stop laughing, and neither could Peter until they both fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.