Strange Attraction

Law & Order: SVU

by RoadrunnerGER

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

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. :D Thanks to Knuffeltje's you'll get more of this "a bit unconventional pairing" so soon… it inspired me. LOL Thanks for your comments and if you think this was a cruel cliffhanger try 48 Hours or Flash. LOL

9

Experiences

In Mike's gentle but strong embrace Elliot relaxed against his colleague's body. He was infinitely aware of each of Mike's touches, the hand moving along his collarbone, fingertips trailing circles on it then up the neck and brushing over his cheekbone. On his cheek the fluttering kisses left a tickling trail.

Elliot yielded to Mike's gentle pressure and turned his head. He closed his eyes and waited for what would happen next. Mike smiled as he looked into the handsome face. Elliot's features were completely relaxed, the long lashes resting on the cheek, his lips slightly parted, begging to be kissed. Very gently, he pressed a featherlight kiss to the other man's mouth and held his breath.

The kiss only lasted a split second before Elliot flinched back and offered his throat instead.

No! Mike let out a low frustrated moan. Why? C'mon! You don't have to be scared. I guess I have to grant you more time, Mike thought. It's hard, but I have no choice. He smiled. Well, this way it will last longer. This prospect excited him and he felt his natural reaction

Actually Elliot did not know why he backed out. He had wanted this kiss but still he had avoided Mike. Around his waist he felt the other man's strong arm, holding him tight and suddenly he became aware of the hot body he was leaning against… and the signs of excitement he sensed against his own flesh.

Mike felt Elliot's reaction to his obvious excitement. His hands let go of Mike's hips and he began to struggle in the embrace.

No! The realization pierced Mike's heart. Please, don't!

That's too close to home! Elliot was just short of panicking when Mike pressed against his backside. I don't want THAT!

Starting to wriggle in Mike's embrace he tried to get away, but Mike just gave him enough space to turn around. Once Elliot was facing him, he tightened his hold on him again, their lower bodies shifting against each other. Out of widened sapphire eyes Elliot stared up at Mike. Around his back he felt Mike's strong arm which pulled him closer again. He did not mind that. He wanted that. Still, as much as he enjoyed it, it scared him.

Elliot sighed as he let himself be drawn into a pretty tight embrace. The heat of Mike's body spread a comfortable warmth through his own. Caresses on his side and shoulder blades made him shiver.

Whoa! You're still so tense! Clearly Mike could feel the shivers which carried forward through Elliot's body like ripples on water's surface. They were physical proof of his mental condition. It was obvious that he still was nervous and Mike could not resent him that.

I can't forget it's his first time, he reminded himself. No wonder he's scared. What can I do to ease his anxiety? I don't want to push too much, pushing could ruin it. On his own back he could feel Elliot's hands, but he hardly moved them, just held on to him, tremors running through his rigid body. His reluctance is as endearing as his embarrassment, Mike thought.

He reveled in the sensation of his colleague's body against his own. The constant shivering tickled his chest hair and nipples.

He feels as good as I imagined he would. Inwardly Mike grinned. If I only could relieve him of his fear…

Actually Elliot wished he could relax, but he could not manage it. Even as he really began to enjoy Mike's caresses, he could not stop his body from shivering. Elliot tried to draw security out of Mike's low and steady breathing, his hands which were comforting and caressing at the same time on his skin and the soft kisses he planted on his shoulder because he had turned away from him.

Still it did not really work out. Elliot could not get rid of his fear and he sensed that Mike's advances became hesitant. His trouble was that he did not know what to do about it. Even knowing that he wanted to take the next step did not help in making his body comply to it. He was breathing rapidly and he thought he could hear his own heartbeat.

"Shhh. It's okay." Pressing a soft kiss to Elliot's neck, Mike raised a hand to let his fingers trail through Elliot's hair and then whisper in his ear, "There's no need to be scared."

I'm not scared, Elliot wanted to reply, but he could not get a single tone out. It wouldn't have been the truth anyway. Still his body remained rigid.

Mike pressed a kiss to Elliot's temple, sucked on his earlobe, and chuckled when the younger man moaned in pleasure despite himself. His sounds betrayed his body's reaction.

Now I have thought that the both of us were not in sync… but his mind obviously isn't in sync with the rest of him, either. That scared Mike. Never before had he been responsible for the introduction. He had never met someone so completely inexperienced. Not completely, he reminded himself. Just in being with men.

Still that did not change the fact that the responsibility made him anxious.

With his fingertips Mike trailed up and down Elliot's spine, tickling him. Elliot arched his back. So Mike could bend forward and kiss not only Elliot's neck and shoulder but went deeper inch by inch, closing in on his left nipple.

Sucking in a deep breath Elliot shuddered when Mike's lips closed around the firm bud. Squirming in his embrace he tried to avoid his teasing only to shift his hips against Mike's… which sent bolts of lightning through his body.

"Mike…!" he gasped.

But Mike only grinned to himself and sucked on the nipple, making Elliot buck in his embrace. And then he let go.

Shivering Elliot stood, holding on to Mike's shoulders for his balance, and waited for him to continue. But Mike just squinted up at him. Obviously he did not intend to go on.

"Mike…?" Elliot breathed.

"Yeeeaaah?"

"W…what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"But…" He swallowed. "Why did you stop?"

Mike chuckled. "I don't want you to explode."

Now it was Elliot's turn to moan with frustration even though he had to admit that Mike was not that wrong with his assumption. Mike straightened back up and Elliot was caught by the look in his green eyes.

Mike strengthened his hold on him. Oooohhh, that felt so good. Elliot would not mind if they remained standing like this, but Mike clearly followed another idea when he started to nuzzle Elliot's neck. It was a strange feeling, not only the soft lips and tender bites teasing his skin, but also the first hints of Mike's stubble.

But when he tried to kiss him, Elliot turned his head again.

I can't do that, he thought. Go on… no stop. C'mon, Mikey…

His disputing feelings made him tremble harder. Reaching for Mike's shoulders, he pulled him closer again. His hands brushed over Mike's back, but he could not make himself caress him more than that. I can't do that. Help me, Mikey.

In the meantime Mike let his hand run down Elliot's spine once more, this time continuing until his fingertips grazed the onset of his butt.

Hmmm… that might be too early.

So he retreated again, planting more kisses on Elliot's shoulder. Burying his head in the soft curve, he nibbled at his neck. Then he kissed his way up to his cheek. Breathing hard Elliot tensed up. Before Mike could reach his mouth, Elliot avoided him again.

Instead of answering the kiss, Elliot leaned against Mike, wrapping his arms closer around him. His heart was thumping and he heard the blood rush in his ears. The ripples of Mike's moan carried forward in his own body.

Readily Mike let himself be pulled into the fierce hug. For now he was content where he was and relaxed into the embrace.

I should wait for him. He gave in to my advances except for kisses on the mouth… he doesn't feel up to kisses yet. It was kind of annoying. His desire for Elliot grew stronger by the minute and it was hard for him to slow down instead of pushing it. Remind yourself, Mike Logan. Don't rush it, that might make him back out. I don't dare forget that it is his first time with a guy.

So he just hugged him in return, waiting for Elliot to take the lead. So far he got no sign from him and he was reluctant to continue himself. A pause was okay. He also enjoyed Elliot's mere presence. A few minutes passed and still neither of them moved. Then Mike could not stand it anymore.

"It's your turn, gorgeous," he whispered and felt the grip on his body tighten. That elicited a small chuckle from him. "And here I thought you'd fallen asleep."

Involuntary laughter escaped Elliot with the imagination. How could Mike possibly think he could fall asleep? He was way too nervous to even think about sleep. All he could think about were Mike's firm buttocks that he was too scared to touch, his hair that he would love to ruffle and the soft lips which had already given him so much pleasure but which he still could not bear on his own.

"My turn?" he whispered back.

"Mmm hmmm." Mike shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He just had decided that he would wait this time, knowing that it could either take some more time or could be over right away when Elliot could not get himself to be the initiator.

Elliot waited for another clue but had to realize that nothing would come. If he wanted more he had to start it himself.

Reveling in Mike's warmth he tried to determine which options he had. Actually he had any option. Mike had asked him to go ahead and as he was so much more experienced anything Elliot could do to him would be fine. The question was if he was prepared to try and meet Mike's expectations. Even if he could get over his fear it was no guarantee that he could keep up with his partner's needs.

Ever so slowly Elliot started with his right hand while he clung to Mike with his left arm. Just with the tip of his fingers he followed a strand of muscles to the spine. From there he moved up, along the slight groove on his back. He heard Mike inhale deeply and sensed the expansion of his chest against his own. Trailing further upwards he concentrated on every reaction his partner might give, his eyes closed, head resting in the curve of Mike's neck, waiting for sounds or movements.

And Mike did not disappoint him. On his own back Elliot sensed a tickling trail upwards. Slowly the fingers crawled up the back of his neck like a big spider, leaving the spots they touched prickling with delight. They reached his hairline and he shrugged automatically when they tickled.

Mike's hair was as soft as he expected it to be. Where it was cut very short right along the hairline the ends itched, but when Elliot let his fingers run through the waves of Mike's thick shock of dark brown hair he felt it smooth over his skin.

Mike moaned pleasurably.

So Elliot continued to caress him like this while he reluctantly let go of him to have his left arm free, too. Now he just needed to decide what to do with it. Drawing small circles he moved it the same way his right hand had taken, but then he followed the right shoulder blade to the shoulder and along the arm. The strong biceps tensed under his touch.

That was when Elliot noticed that the comforting embrace he had relaxed into was gone. He had concentrated on his own advances and now he found Mike's hands resting in his own short-cut hair and on his upper arm. He let his hand run up to the shoulder again and felt Mike follow.

Elliot swallowed.

He mirrors my moves, he thought. I can guide him, show him what I like. That made him chuckle. As if I wouldn't have liked what he did so far. I did.

Testing if he had not mistaken his observation, he ruffled Mike's hair, sensing his fingers run through his own. Then he brushed his other hand down the groove of his back between the shoulder blades and back up, so light that he barely grazed the skin. Mike did the same and even as Elliot had expected it the sensation made him gasp for breath. The chill spread through his entire body.

"Hmmmmmmmmm!"

Mike paused right where he was when Elliot stopped moving. It took a moment until the younger man resumed with his exploration. Ever so lightly he let his hand roam over his partner's upper body, keeping his other hand in his hair. Wherever he touched, he made Mike snuggle closer and breathe more heavily… the same way he reacted to his copied caresses. His excitement grew with every inch he investigated.

Now he stroke down his spine again, slowly, excruciatingly slow. Mike tensed against him and Elliot arched his back, too. Deeper and deeper he went, intending to reach his aim. Just when he reached the low hollow where the crack between the cheeks started he paused for a moment. His hand started to shake as did his body while Mike just stopped moving.

Mike chuckled goodheartedly. Afraid of your own courage, gorgeous? And, pushing his hand under the rim of Elliot's briefs, he let his fingers roam down the way Elliot had flinched back from, getting a weird sound, something between a moan and a squeak, in return.

Elliot's head shot up from Mike's shoulder. Bending his body back, he stared bewildered into the emerald eyes of his fellow detective. Still he could not let go of Mike, his hands resting behind his head and back.

Mike wrapped his now free right arm around Elliot's waist to brace him. Excruciatingly slowly he moved his left hand, sliding even deeper down and into the crack, eliciting another sound of stunned delight. Now Mike knew that he was close. He could not turn his gaze from the marvelous sapphire eyes, opened wide as was Elliot's mouth. Air was rushing in and out between the soft, trembling flesh of his lips in shallow gasps… which would become faster as Mike was convinced.

Oh, I can imagine wonderful things these lips could do to me, Mike thought. If I can get him past the point of no return…

Reveling in the light massage of Elliot's fingertips behind his head he waited, but not for long. On his buttocks he felt more than just hesitant fingers search their way down. Mike could not withstand. When they were far enough he pressed his buttcheeks together, trapping Elliot whose eyes grew even wider.

I wouldn't have thought that that's possible, Mike chuckled inwardly.

In the same instant he found his aim, the tight ring of muscles on Elliot's backside, and brushed over it with a fingertip.

"Whoaaaaaaah!" Elliot squeaked, bucking in Mike's strengthening hold.

But Mike only grinned mischievously, putting his finger down on Elliot's sphincter, rubbing it as slowly as he could manage.

Trying to avoid the touch, Elliot pushed his hips against Mike's which sent new bolts of lightning through his whole body.

"Oooohhh!" Elliot wailed, writhing in Mike's embrace.

And Mike, surprised as could be that Elliot still held his stare, could not help but tease Elliot's anus again, intent on finally breaking his defenses.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Elliot screamed and this time he threw his head back, shoving his body against Mike's once more. He felt both of Mike's arms wrap around his waist, holding him tight as he squirmed in an almost desperate attempt to get away.

Mike watched his pleasurable agony. As Elliot had been so awfully tense he had not expected this violent reaction. Maybe I drew wrong conclusions?

"Elliot?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with restrained passion, and forcing himself to wait until he got eye contact. "Elliot? Do you trust me?"

He saw Elliot's mouth work, but no sound left it. Obviously he tried again, his voice still not working. Instead he nodded.

"Tell me," Mike pleaded.

And how am I supposed to do that? Elliot wondered. Within seconds his mouth went completely, utterly dry. Still he was shivering in Mike's embrace. He tried to clear his throat, but when he answered his words were a mere croak.

"I do."

"You do what?" Mike pressed, watching Elliot roll his eyes in response. He knew that he was pushing his limits but he also knew that Elliot had to give up his control if he wanted to be able to follow him. Still he was thinking hard, his disputing feelings visible in the deep frown that creased his forehead.

"I trust you," he finally whispered.

"Great," Mike murmured back, seduction in his tone. "Then come here, gorgeous, kiss me."

Desire darkened his green eyes when he looked at Elliot. In return Elliot felt drawn to him. He got lost in these dark depths and leaned just a bit forward, painfully slowly closing in on Mike's face.

When their lips touched white lightning shot through Elliot's body. It felt as if he had burned himself and he flinched back. The following groan made him lean in again and once more he tried to claim Mike's mouth with his own.

His lips were trembling as he felt with them for Mike's. They fluttered over each other in a mere shadow of a kiss, or a promise of more. For a few seconds it was as thrilling as fireworks, sparks flying over the sensitive skin.

Then Elliot backed out. Violently he turned his head aside but instead of pushing Mike away and running, his arms wrapped around the older man's body, enclosing him in a crushing embrace.

"If we're going to keep playing follow the leader, maybe it's time you took the lead for a while," Elliot rasped.

Mike just felt the almost desperate embrace and the shivering. Elliot's muscles were hard.

You may be right, but you really feel as if you're going to explode. Maybe we should stop it here and now…

tbc…