Strange Attraction

Law & Order: SVU

by RoadrunnerGER

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

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6

Attraction

Elliot's confusion increased as a tickling sensation spread from his hand up his arm and through his body.

Oh, man! I can't believe this!

When Mike covered his hand with his own, Elliot felt the electrons in his body run wild. It became worse when Mike started to caress his forearm.

As Mike observed his colleague's reactions he noticed even the tiny reactions like the almost imperceptible twitches of his hand between his own and his chest.

"H…have you ever…?" Elliot whispered barely audible.

Mike smiled encouragingly and completed his query, "Slept with another guy?"

Elliot could not answer, but the question clearly stood in his sapphire eyes.

"Sure," Mike answered easily. "It's been quite a while, but yeah." Some more observations provoked him to ask, "Have I made you curious?"

Elliot tensed up at once.

"Mike! No!" he gasped. "That's just wrong! It's a sin!"

"I'm Catholic, too, you know…" Mike grinned.

Elliot did not think that that was funny. "Don't joke about faith," he spat. Why the hell doesn't that sound convincing?

"I'm not joking. Just… what's your body telling you?"

That was a good question. Poor Elliot could not deny that he reacted to Mike, he reacted to his caresses. Caresses! He's caressing me! Elliot's insides knotted up hard.

"And your heart?" Mike added.

Don't ask such questions! Elliot screamed inwardly.

In the meantime Mike was continuing stroking up his arm, tickling and teasing his skin, until his hand rested on the back of his shoulder.

While doing that Mike observed his partner and tried to study his reactions. Elliot's gaze went right past Mike, over his shoulder into nothingness. The lips were slightly parted and his breaths came low and somewhat erratic while his play of features changed with every inch Mike's hand moved.

Well, he isn't trying to back away from me and he hasn't slugged me. I guess that's a good sign. Becoming more courageous by this observation, Mike let go of Elliot's hand on his chest and searched for his other hand. He lightly brushed his fingers over its back. Then he gently tugged on the wrist, finally took and very slowly moved the arm to place the hand on his hip.

Elliot gasped. Mike did not hold but rather guide him. Now he felt Mike's other hand on his waist. Both thumbs gently caressed his shoulder and back, but that was all. Well, it was all that Mike did, but not all that it caused. The chills that spread from where Mike touched him were languorous ones. Deep down in Elliot's guts fear of his own reactions formed. He was surprised that he actually was able to enjoy the intimate contact of another man… and that scared him.

Usually I would have hit him. I would have hit him hard. What's so different now? And I can't say that I'm too drunk! I wouldn't be worrying so much about it if I was too drunk! Elliot was absolutely unsure of what he should do. I don't like it to be touched by anyone, so what is so different about Mike? Why can he reach me like that?

He could only stand there while Mike continued to caress him… until he stopped. Still Elliot could feel the hands on his shoulder and back and the thumbs slowly moved over the thin fabric of his shirt, tickling him through it.

Seconds passed, then minutes. Still Mike did not change his position or his actions, and Elliot slowly realized that he wanted more than that. He became curious of what might happen. This insight made him blush again.

"Have I made you curious?" Mike reacted to his suddenly reddening cheeks.

"Yes," Elliot replied softly, speaking before he could think it through… or had a chance to talk himself out of it.

Mike nodded thoughtfully. "So the only question now is what you might want to do about it, huh?"

Elliot shuddered. Mike's breathing made his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm… shifting a hard knob against Elliot's palm, making his fingers twitch.

"Don't know…" he whispered.

Mike smiled slightly. "It's ok," he tried to give him confidence. "Go ahead. I wouldn't have started this if I didn't want you to."

Elliot remained hesitant, but the look he caught in Mike's crystal green eyes when he glanced up at him encouraged him, and he could not help but start to caress Mike in return.

They were barely noticeable, slow movements, but for Mike they were thrilling, more thrilling than if Elliot suddenly would have stroked him all over his body. The hesitation in the touches made them even more exciting. Mike felt how Elliot's hand slid down his chest, until the fingertips found the round bud and started to tease it. Painfully slowly Elliot moved the tip of his index finger around it and felt it harden.

Inwardly Mike grinned. He saw Elliot's eyes close and wondered what was going on in the other man's head. Under his hands he could sense the tremors rippling through Elliot's body.

And Elliot?

Actually he began to enjoy the unfamiliar sensation under his fingertips, which sent chills up his arm and through his body. On his back he felt Mike's hand move slightly now and apply a bit more pressure. At first he resisted, pressing his shoulder blades together. The gentle urging brought his fear back, but it did not remain longer than it took Mike to stroke a bit deeper on his spine. Once more he felt the pressure increase… and gave in to it, making one tentative step forward.

As their bodies sank against each other Elliot gasped. Still he did not flinch back. The intimate contact did not even make him uncomfortable. The shudder that rushed through him was a good one, making him feel what Mike had claimed earlier, wanted and desirable. He trembled with joy and anxiety at the same time.

What am I doing here? Why does that feel so good? What is happening with me?

"Don't be scared," Mike whispered close to Elliot's ear, the shudders passing his colleagues body carrying forward in his own. It was a totally new experience for him, too, and he instinctively tightened his hold on Elliot's back just a fraction.

To his own surprise Elliot was not scared. That did not change when Mike reached for the buttons of his shirt and began to open them. He felt how Mike tugged on the fabric and pulled the shirt over his shoulders and upper arms.

This will be interesting, Mike thought. To let go of the shirt Elliot had to release his hold of him and Mike wondered if he would resume once he lost contact.

Elliot let go of him and allowed Mike to slip off his shirt. So Mike let it fall to the floor. Then he laid his hand on Elliot's back again, caressing it by stroking up and down his spine with feather light touches now. With the other hand he reached up for Elliot's neck, tickling his ear and the hair line. Surprised, he noticed that Elliot leaned into his touch.

Instinctively Elliot responded to him by reaching up and resting his own hands on Mike's waist, but he was not ready to do more right then. He felt Mike's arm snake around his waist and pull him even closer. His trembling intensified and his breaths became erratic. The fingers tickling his neck vanished and reappeared on his upper back to strengthen Mike's hold on him.

Then Elliot felt the first kiss on his left shoulder, sending flashes of fire through his veins. His eyes flew open and he froze in the now strong embrace. His blood rushed in his ears and his heart thumped in his chest.

He shivered at the caress of Mike's breath and the kisses he planted on his shoulder, approaching his neck. Automatically he bent his head back to grant him access and felt the lips brush over the sensitive skin. His muscles tensed in his neck. Then he felt a light sting when Mike softly bit him. He moaned.

Something suddenly changed. Elliot's arms went around Mike's back to hold him close and he turned his head. Not an inch away was the other man's face with the striking green eyes. Elliot got lost in their depths, totally focused on Mike. Before he knew what he did, he bent forward to meet the other man in a first tentative kiss. Their lips met, causing bolts of lightning in both their bodies. It was the first rush of passion that hit Elliot and he deepened his kiss. Under his hands he felt Mike's shirt and under the fabric the firm and strong muscles of his back. He felt the buttons press against his chest as well as the two firm knobs. It felt so good that Elliot tightened his embrace and intensified the kiss… until he felt Mike's tongue seeking entrance.

It was a shock!

Within a second Elliot's mouth went dry. The feel of Mike's lips on his own took his breath away. All of a sudden this whole situation became frightening and Elliot felt a wild desire to run away from Mike as fast as he could.

You're a failure! I don't raise weaklings! You're a disgrace! You'll grow up to be a faggot!

The voice in Elliot's head threw him off balance. It broke the spell and made him tense up.

"No!" he moaned, terrified, struggling against Mike's hold and backing off violently.

tbc…