Strange Attraction

Law & Order: SVU

by RoadrunnerGER

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

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4

Advances

"I'm really sorry, believe me," Mike said for the umpteenth time… and he meant more than just the mess with the pizza sauce. So far Elliot had not noticed anything by his behavior and Mike still was not sure what he could expect from him. Actually he was convinced that Elliot was straight. But he also knew from experience that that did not necessarily mean the man would never have intercourse with another male.

"Oh, c'mon, Mikey!" Elliot complained, also for the umpteenth time. "Just forget it."

"I'll try," Mike grinned. Damn! If he just didn't have to look so incredibly sexy!

Mike could only try not to stare at him too directly. Right now Elliot was in his briefs, trying to clean his pants. So Mike forced himself to turn and go to fetch him a fresh pair of trousers. On his way back he just rounded the corner when Elliot was about to leave the bathroom. They crashed into each other in the narrow doorway.

"Ouch!" Elliot hissed, because he had hit the frame with his elbow.

When they straightened up again, Mike took Elliot's forearm and lifted it to have a look at the damaged joint.

"Nothing serious," he smirked. He held his colleague's arm for a few seconds more before he let go. Doing that his fingers brushed over the inside of Elliot's forearm and tickled him. Elliot shuddered.

That was when he looked up at Mike. Something had been different with that touch, but he could not tell what it was.

When his gaze met the emerald green eyes of the other Irish cop, it sent chills down his spine. What he saw flickering in them was something he would not have expected. Longing.

I must be mistaken, Elliot thought. That's ridiculous. I'm interpreting it wrong.

What happened next he could not push aside as misinterpretation. Still holding Elliot's gaze Mike used the middle finger of his left hand to trail along the contours of Elliot's U.S. Marine Corps tattoo.

"Mikey, what the hell are you doing?" Elliot was not angry, just confused.

Mike could read that in his features… and continued to caress Elliot's forearm, never breaking eye-contact. Brushing lightly over it like a feather, his fingers moved up and down again, tickling on the inside of the arm.

What the hell…?

Still Elliot did not know what to make of it. Actually he knew, but he was not ready to accept the fact that Mike was really caressing him. That can't be! Why would he do that?

His disputing feelings did not make it easier to decide how to react. One part of him wanted to retreat, the other wanted to hit Mike… and a third part felt a shudder of excitement passing his body. This added to his confusion so that he did not even flinch back when Mike raised his hand to cup his left cheek.

"You have stunning eyes," he said, smoothing his thumb over Elliot's cheek, feeling the first hints of stubble.

Elliot's breath caught in his chest. His mind told him that what Mike was doing was wrong, but he could not avoid his touch… and to his even bigger surprise he did not want to get away from him. What Mike was doing felt really good, but what exactly was he doing? What did he intend to do?

While he had known for all of his life that he was straight, he now was confronted with some strange attraction. What the hell is happening? I prefer women! Why am I reacting like this?

Mike was playing with Elliot's earlobe and reveled in the fact that he just stood and granted him the contact. How far can I go? I don't want to ruin it. He still isn't moving… But why doesn't he pull away? I can't just assume that he's willing. Maybe he's just frozen with shock.

He had to find it out somehow, but did not dare to ask.

Those sapphire eyes! Hmmm… they make him look so good! And so do his lips.

Softly he let his hand slide over Elliot's cheek, closer to the chin, and let his thumb run over his soft lips. How I want to… And he just bent over to breathe a soft kiss on Elliot's mouth. Then he backed off, getting some distance between them.

Elliot stood, gasping for breath. His confusion was intensified by the stroke of lightning hitting his lips and running through his whole body. As a side-effect he felt perfectly sober again.

"Why did you do that?" he wanted to know.

"I just felt like doing it," Mike replied, eyeing him closely and trying to read what he was thinking.

"Why?"

Mike shrugged. "They looked so inviting," he smirked. "I couldn't resist them, perfect as they are."

Elliot frowned, but at the same time he noticed quite astonished that he felt like trying it again. He lost himself in the clear green eyes and just stood, feeling how his body slowly started to shiver.

Time to make the next move? Mike wondered.

But he waited.

tbc…