Strange Attraction

Law & Order: SVU

by RoadrunnerGER

Disclaimer: Don't own them, not one of them. Lucky Dick Wolf.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This chapter is for Sweet-4-Stabler (one of your guesses is right…LOL) and for my beta reader. :D

2

Pool

Elliot sat at the bar with a double shot of whiskey sitting in front of him. The case he had just closed reminded him of his burdened relationship with Kathy. They had decided to try and reconcile, and no one had expected that to be easy, but actually it was more difficult than they both thought.

Kathy was talking about getting professional help. Elliot eyed that skeptically, but he was willing to try if that could help them. So they went to see a counselor who could not really help them. And then Kathy insisted on him signing the divorce papers he had had at home for months now. The void he felt when he gave her the documents back, knowing where she would take them, left his soul mutilated. How he made it through the last days he could not say. All he knew was that he buried his pain more or less successfully with work.

"Had a bad day?" someone on his left side said. When Elliot turned his head he looked into the intense green eyes of Mike Logan.

"Oh, hey, Logan," he replied, looking down into his glass again.

"Trouble on the job?" Mike tried again.

"Trouble in general," Elliot replied. He did not intend to talk with the Major Case detective about his problems, no matter if they were private or work related.

"C'mon, I'll buy you a drink."

"Actually this one was supposed to be my only drink, but thanks," Elliot refused.

"Okay." Mike did not sound disappointed. He sipped at his own drink and joined Elliot in silence. "Well," he then broke it again, "let's shoot some pool. My treat. Whatever your troubles are, it might help you forget them."

Elliot just thought for a moment. No one was waiting at home so, why not.

"Maybe one game," he agreed, downing his scotch. He slid from his barstool and followed Mike to the only free pool table in the far corner.

Mike set the balls and handed Elliot a cue.

"You start," he said, gesturing to the table.

So Elliot bowed over the green cloth and aimed for the cue ball. It shot towards the triangle, hit the balls and spread them. One striped dropped into a corner pocket.

"Great shot," Mike praised.

Elliot looked over the balls to choose one for the next shot. Finally he aimed for one lying close to a side pocket. He sank this one, too, but missed the third.

"I was starting to think you wanted to play alone," Mike teased, trying to decide which ball to play. He sank his first, but sent the eight ball dangerously close to a pocket.

"Phew!" Mike chuckled. "That was close." Once more he let his gaze wander over the table before he bowed to aim. It was a tough shot, but one he had made many times before.

Elliot grinned skeptically. "If you can sink that shot, I'll buy you a drink," he challenged.

"And if I don't?" Mike replied

Elliot shrugged. "You buy me one."

"I thought you were done drinking."

Elliot shrugged again. He should stop, hang around until he was sure he was okay to drive, but he did not feel like being the good boy anymore, and he could always take a cab.

"I changed my mind," he declared.

Mike grinned and aimed for his shot… and missed.

"Dammit!" But he grinned. "Looks as if it's starting out well for you."

"Yeah, looks like that."

About three hours later Elliot found himself on Mike's sofa. They had played several times and both drank a lot. Elliot felt comfortably drunk. He was not so drunk that he would walk in wiggly lines, but drunk enough that he should not drive anymore.

How he got to Mike's home he did not really know. They were laughing and talking and then they settled down in his living room.

It's a nice room, he noticed, looking around. I wouldn't have thought that Mike's that widely read, he thought, taking in the stuffed shelves and a small smile touched his lips.

Oh, that smile. Logan felt a chill run down his spine. I wish he'd smile at me that way.

But he was quite sure that that would not happen.

Oh my, when he bowed over the table to shoot and I got a look at that ass... Those firm, round cheeks are… yummy! Inwardly he chuckled. I'm afraid that Elliot would get scared if he knew what I'm thinking about. But these are nice thoughts. Too bad that I won't get an opportunity to make them come true.

Mike was not gay, but sometimes he appreciated the close company of a man… and he also knew how to enjoy males.

"You've made yourself a nice home," Elliot said, accepting a drink from Mike. He sipped at it and put it down on the coffee table. "Good stuff, too."

"Thanks," Mike replied. "That's why I took the long way to work for ten years. I didn't want to give this apartment up. And the stuff is 18 years old."

I knew he would like it. Mike smirked. He saved this single malt for special occasions. To enjoy it with a new friend definitely was a special occasion.

Now I gotta find out if and how I can get to that ass. Mike bit the inside of his cheeks. I can't just ask him. Damn! Most likely it won't happen at all. But that's okay, too.

He returned to the easy chair he had been sitting in and plopped down into the pillows.

"I see that you've got a lot of CDs, too," Elliot said.

"Yeah!" Mike chuckled. "Lots of music. Actually I don't really know what I got there."

"Can I…?"

"Have a look at them? Sure."

His eyes followed Elliot when the SVU detective got up and strolled over to the shelf with the music CDs. When he squatted down to examine the collection, Mike could not help but stare at his ass again.

Why the hell does he look so damned sexy?, he wondered. It's not only his ass. His whole body is… and those eyes. I seldom have seen such sparklingsapphire eyes.

Elliot was oblivious of what was going on in Mike's mind. He just had eyes for his music collection.

"Oh, this one looks good," he said. "Can I play it?"

"Sure," Mike agreed. With the remote on the coffee table he turned the entertainment system on and opened the CD player. It slid closed again and soft jazz filled the room.

"I like Cab Calloway." Elliot smiled at Mike. "I don't have this one. Could I borrow it?"

"We don't see each other so often… hmmm… I could burn it if you like."

"That would be great." Now his smile changed to a grin. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Mike grinned back. Oh my. Let me kiss you? To keep himself from repeating that thought aloud, he sipped at his scotch.

"You know what?" Elliot suddenly said, grinning even wider. "I could do with pizza."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, pizza would be great!" And you'll be the dessert.

He grabbed for his phone and half an hour later two big, cheesy tuna Hawaii pizza arrived. They settled down at the coffee table again and ate pizza to the music of Count Basie.

"I'm full," Mike declared after six slices. "I'm done."

"Do you mind?" Elliot asked, squinting at Mike's remaining slices.

"No! Go on, take them." He watched him eat. "Where the hell are you putting all that food?" Mike asked. "And Barek says I have a hollow leg."

Elliot laughed with him. "Olivia teases me with that, too!"

Once he was finished Mike grabbed the pizza boxes to bring them out into the kitchen, but he tripped over something, lost his balance and then everything that he was carrying. It fell into Elliot's lap and stained his jacket and pants.

"Shit!" Mike tried to grab it, but it was too late.

"Oh no!" Elliot was not happy, but it was not the end of the world either. He tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but Mike was already trying to clean the mess away with one of the napkins that had come with their meal.

"I'm sorry," Mike muttered. "Oh my, I'll pay for the cleaning if we can't get it out, okay."

"Don't sweat it! That won't be necessary." Elliot pushed him aside to get up. "I just need to wash it out right now."

"Okay. I'll get you a pair of my pants," Mike offered and hurried to the bedroom to get one while Elliot vanished into the bathroom.

Well, I really didn't mean for that to happen, Mike thought, but now I have the perfect excuse to get him out of his clothes.