| Mike sat there, his hands gently stroking, caressing the man in his arms. Ben leaned against him, still feeling quite shaky. Mike had just given him the best orgasm of his life, confirming at last the theory he had longed to test for so many years. This time, instead of rejection, he had found a gentle, attentive lover. It had almost overwhelmed him. When he could feel Ben relaxing, Mike spoke softly. �It�s ok, Ben. I lost it my first time too. When you finally get something you�ve wanted for so long � I don�t know what I would have done if Lennie hadn�t found me that night.� The quiet words seeped into Ben�s consciousness. �Lennie? Are you saying that Briscoe �?� That got a quiet chuckle. �Yup. Didn�t see that one coming, did ya?� �Ah, no.� Mike hugged him. �That�s ok, neither did I. It was the night we finally put Father Joe away. The priest who � abused me. I should have been celebrating, the bastard finally got what was coming to him, but I couldn�t. Ducked out on Lennie and went to hide in a bar, trying to drink away all the memories. Didn�t work � he found me within an hour. He always could get me to talk when he really wanted to. I � I�ve told him things I never told anyone before. I never had a friend like that before.� Ben looked up at him, fear showing in the pale blue eyes. �You still love him, don�t you?� Mike reached out and caressed Ben�s cheek. �It�s over, Ben. Nothing to worry about. Yeah, a part of me will always love him, but it�s ancient history now. Took me a while to understand that, but I finally get it. He�s happy now with someone who�s a lot better for him than me �� He lifted Ben�s chin and bent down for a tender kiss. �And I think I may be too �� As their lips touched, Ben felt a thrill throughout his body. Even though he had just come, it tugged at him, twitching. Without realizing it, he escalated the kiss, opening his lips, his tongue probing. Now that he�d had a taste, he wanted more. Mike had to pull away to breathe, grinning down at Ben. �Hungry, are we?� Ben blushed. �I have wanted this for so long.� Mike�s expression became almost � tender. �Then let�s do this right. Why don�t we go upstairs where we can be comfortable?� Ben smiled and nodded, and started to get up. �Uh, Ben?� Mike was pointing to his pants, still tangled around his ankles. �Bay window?� Ben groaned and hurriedly yanked them up, turning his back to the window. �Damn. Am I going to have to put curtains up in here?� Mike laughed, getting up and pulling him close. Kissing him right in front of that big window. �Come on, we�ll figure that out later.� Ben led the way back to the master bedroom, turning on a small bedside lamp. The bed was a big old four-poster with a nice soft comforter on top. Mike came up behind him, hands wrapping around him as his lips sought out Ben�s neck. Ben sighed and leaned back into the embrace. �Michael �� Mike let go, gently spinning Ben around in his arms. �What did you just call me?� Ben looked into his eyes, unaccountably seeing fear. �Michael. I � I have always called you that in my dreams �� �You dreamed about me?� �Oh yes. Even back then � you are so beautiful, you had to be an angel. My archangel Michael �� Mike closed his eyes. Only two people had ever called him Michael � his mother when he was about to get a beating, and Fr. Joe. He hated the name. But - his angel? Somehow when Ben said it that way, it took on a whole new meaning. He found himself smiling. �Oh. Well in that case �� he smiled and pulled Ben into a long, passionate kiss, during which he eased them both down onto the bed. They laid side by side, kissing, touching, exploring. Ben�s hands slid down the front of that oh-so-tight shirt, feeling the nipples already tight underneath. He began tugging the stretchy fabric out of the jeans below, sliding his hands up underneath it. Mike lifted his shoulders, allowing Ben to pull the shirt off over his head. Mike�s chest was almost smooth, very little hair, mostly in a tight, dark line disappearing into the jeans. Ben�s hands roamed over it, soaking up the feel of it. He let his fingers brush against a tight nipple. Mike gasped and smiled at him, encouraging. Hesitantly, he bent down, began licking it, sucking gently. Mike�s hand slid around the back of his head, holding him there. �Oh, yeah, babe. Use your teeth just a little. Ah, that�s it! You know, your fingers could do the other at the same time �� Ben eagerly complied. Feeling Michael�s body beneath him was definitely turning him on again. After lovingly attending to both nipples, he finally allowed himself to let one hand slide lower, feeling the hot hardness encased in the tight black denim. Mike moaned. �That�s it, babe. I want to feel you touch me. I�m so hot for you �� Michael�s words were perhaps the most powerful aphrodisiac Ben had ever encountered. His hand trembled as he caressed the hot bulge. He looked up to Michael�s eyes, saw the encouragement. Somehow he got the belt undone. The jeans were so tight Mike had to help him undo the button. Then miraculously his hand was drawing the zipper down, revealing a huge cock nestled in a thatch of dark black curls. He chuckled. �I should have known you wouldn�t wear underwear!� Mike laughed. �Not with these jeans. Are you kidding? I�d never get them on!� Ben sized up the package in front of him. �I�m surprised you fit at all.� His fingers softly stroked the swollen appendage. �Mmmm. Oh yeah. Don�t be afraid, babe. Do whatever you want. Tell you what, let�s get these out of the way, ok?� He lifted his hips, letting Ben pull off the skin-tight jeans. For a moment, Ben�s eyes simply drank in the sight of his Michael, displayed in all his glory. �My god, you are beautiful, Michael.� Mike caught his hand, bringing it up to his lips. �While we�re at it, why don�t you lose those?� �Oh, yes �� Ben�s shirt and slacks ended up in the discard pile as well. Now naked, Ben found himself pulled back down onto the bed practically on top of Mike, their bodies touching point for point. His own cock was more than half hard again, and feeling it nestle right alongside Mike�s was more than enough stimulation to finish the job. Mike�s hands slid down the entire length of his body, shoulders, back, finally coming to cup the soft round bottom. They kissed, almost as if they could somehow completely merge each into the other. Mike�s need was getting very intense; he began gently rocking his hips, thrusting against Ben, who quickly responded in kind. Mike knew Ben had come once already tonight, so he held back as long as he could, giving his lover time to catch up. But finally he reached his limit, his body contracting as the spasms hit, his hot seed exploding from his body. Ben watched, enthralled, as Mike came. Feeling the body beneath him convulsing and the hot sticky fluid trapped between them sent him over the edge as well. �Michael!� When it was over, Mike held him close. They lazed in the afterglow, half asleep. Suddenly Ben jumped halfway out of bed. �What the �?� Mike sat up, trying to figure out what happened. Then laughed as he saw Max, sitting on the floor beside the bed. �Let me guess. Cold nose somewhere it didn�t belong?� Ben joined the laughter. �Yes. Just startled me.� �Good thing he didn�t show up about 10 minutes sooner �� �Yes. Oh dear, yes.� Ben suddenly became aware of the sticky mess on their stomachs. �Um, perhaps we�d better wash up?� Mike grimaced. �Uh, yeah.� Ben pulled him up from the bed and led him into the master bath. Mike�s eyes got wide. Ben grinned at him. �I did invest in a little remodeling up here.� The room was done in dark green marble with gold highlights. There was a big walk-in shower AND a large Jacuzzi tub. Mike was practically drooling over the tub. �Would you like to try it out?� �Hell yes!� Ben started the water running, and rummaged on a shelf. Upon seeing this beautiful sanctuary, Nettie had decided that someday he might just want to make good use of it, so for Christmas she had given him a sampler of various bubblebaths, bath salts, and such. Ah, there they were. He sprinkled some in the hot water and immediately the room smelled of vanilla. He was going to have to see if he could find some in cinnamon �. The room was getting nice and warm and steamy as they climbed into the tub. Mike sat first, with Ben seated in front of him, nestled between his legs. With two rather large bodies, it didn�t take that much water to fill the tub. The water whisked away the remnants of their earlier exercise. Mike�s arms wrapped around him, and he settled back against the solid chest. Ben sighed. �I was really beginning to wonder if I�d ever share this with anyone.� �Ben? Something you said earlier, about even back then. How long have you known?� �I guess it was around the time I got divorced. Maybe seven years ago.� Fingers trailed down his cheek. �So why didn�t you ever do something about it?� Ben sighed. �I � I tried once. But I wasn�t so lucky to find my best friend was gay � it didn�t go well �� Mike hugged him. �What happened?� �We, ah, were working late. Nothing unusual about that. It was a couple of weeks after the Newhouse case. Paul had seemed quite offended by the prejudice of those officers we prosecuted; it encouraged me to see just how open to the idea he was. He had put the book down, was stretching his neck. I came up behind him, started massaging his shoulders. But instead of getting more relaxed, he tensed up. Asked me what I was doing. His voice was so cold, Mike. I knew in an instant that he wanted nothing to do with this. I backed away, sputtering and stumbling over words. He turned and looked at me, and the look in those eyes nearly killed me. He asked again what I was doing. I couldn�t lie to him, Mike. I admitted that I wanted something more than friendship if he was so inclined. He said that while he would argue the case we had presented in any courtroom, that didn�t mean he wanted to participate. Two weeks later, he resigned. He said he had already been talking to them before this happened, it just made his decision easier. I�ve never been entirely sure he was telling me the truth. We never spoke again after that.� �Aw, shit.� Mike hugged him again. �No wonder you�re scared to admit it. But Ben � you�ve known almost since I got here that I�m gay. It wouldn�t have happened that way this time. Why didn�t you say something sooner?� �Oh, Mike, that would have been worse � being rejected personally, not just because you didn�t do guys �� �Ben, babe, why were you so sure I�d reject you?� �Everybody else does, why not you? My ex-wife, Paul, all the people I�ve ever loved have rejected me.� Mike reached up, caressed his face again, turning it to meet his eyes. �Listen to me. I�m not rejecting you. I�m here now, and if you�ll let me, I�ll make love to you all night. I know it�s too soon, I shouldn�t even be thinking about starting a new relationship right now, I�m so fucked up it probably isn�t fair to you. But I�m gonna try, babe, try to get it together this time, and just maybe with your help I might make it. If you�re willing to take a chance on a nut case like me?� // He�s as scared as I am! // Ben suddenly realized as he gazed into the soft green eyes. �Oh, Michael �� He touched Mike�s cheek, leaned in for the kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other, tongues meeting in a joyous dance. When breathing became imperative, Ben slid down in the warm water, lying on his side, pillowing his head on the broad chest. Mike bent down and kissed the top of his head as his arms wrapped around Ben. �I�m here, babe. Don�t worry.� After a while the water began to cool, so they reluctantly got out. Huge fluffy bath towels in a green and gold pattern hung beside the tub. They dried off and padded back into the bedroom. The night was getting chilly, especially on their damp skin, so they quickly climbed under the covers. Mike held back, letting Ben take his �normal� spot on the left side of the bed, then sliding in beside him. �Come here, you.� Ben rolled over onto his right side, his head pillowed on Mike�s shoulder, Mike�s left arm wrapped around him. �You comfy?� �Yes.� �Good.� Mike�s free hand gently trailed up and down Ben�s arm as Ben�s hand slid over Mike�s chest. Ben thought briefly about letting his hand move down below, but he was feeling much too relaxed at the moment. His eyes were getting heavy. �I�m used to sleeping alone �� A soft chuckle. �You�ll get over it.� �I suppose so �� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ben woke the next morning surprised to find he wasn't alone. He was lying on his side and there was a large warm body spooned in behind him, an arm wrapped over his chest. A large, warm AROUSED body, judging by the object poking into the small of his back. "Hey there, sleepyhead." Ben rolled over onto his back and looked up into soft gray-green eyes. "Michael..." His lips curled into a soft smile. Mike smiled back at him. "Good morning." He bent down for a kiss, one hand sliding down Ben's chest. Ben's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. The kiss quickly became much more than a simple 'good morning,' as Ben felt himself answering Mike's call. The hand found him coming to life and gently encouraged him. When Mike sat up, Ben let his own hand wander along his lover's body under the covers. He found what he was looking for; it filled his hand as he grasped it, starting to stroke gently. Mike grinned at him. "OK, you can go first ..." He rolled over on to his back, giving Ben full access. It was still kind of chilly, so for a while they stayed under the covers, Ben's hands working below while his lips again teased at the hard nipples. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. Ben pulled the covers down, revealing Mike's huge cock. It felt so good in his hand, the hot, soft skin, so hard underneath. Ben sat there for a moment, just looking at it in his hand. He wanted to taste it, to feel it in his mouth, but he was suddenly afraid. As if reading his mind, Mike spoke softly. "It's ok, babe. Go ahead. You're driving me nuts waiting." Ben took a deep breath and dove in, bending over to gently kiss the bulbous head. Hesitantly, he let his tongue slide out, tasting the drop of liquid seeping out, spreading it around. Mike's happy sigh encouraged him to continue. He slid his lips over the top, taking the entire head into his mouth. "Ahhh, yeah!" Mike's hand was now resting on his back, stroking gently. Ben leaned forward, pushing his mouth down over the shaft. His mouth was full and he didn't even have all of it inside yet. Not quite sure what to do, he began an up and down motion, sucking gently. Each downward stroke, he took a little more. Mike moaned. "Oh, that's so good babe. But use your tongue more. Side to side. Oh, yeah, that's it. You got it now, babe. Ohhhh ...." Hearing and feeling Mike's responses was turning him on beyond anything he'd felt before. He eagerly continued sucking, swishing his tongue around, getting faster as he got more confident. Mike's hips began thrusting up to meet him, pushing it in further and further until Ben thought he was going to choke. But still he kept going. He barely heard it when Mike warned him that his climax was coming. As the hot liquid gushed into his mouth, he tried to swallow, but found it hard with his mouth so full already. He let go, coughing and sputtering. Despite every nerve in his body telling him to turn into a puddle of jello, Mike instantly sat up beside him, wrapping those long arms around him. "It's ok, babe. It's ok. You'll get the hang of it, don't worry. First time's always the hardest." Ben took a deep, shuddering breath and leaned into him. "I'm sorry, Michael ..." "Shhh, no, nothing to be sorry for. That was good, real good. OK, you need a little work on the end game. I'm sure we can manage lots of practice." The Logan grin was firmly in place. That got the desired smile. "All right." Mike hugged him. And shivered. Looking down at the mess, he decided just burying under the covers again wasn't such a great idea. "It's freezing. How about a hot shower?" "Go ahead." "Huh uh. Together." Ben looked at him, surprised. "Hey, you're the one who put in that huge gorgeous bathroom!" �Oh, yes, there is that �� Ben smiled shyly. Mike yanked him out of the bed, dragging him into the bathroom. A huge glass block window let in plenty of light while still providing privacy. Mike hurriedly turned the shower on to get some heat into the place, and as soon as the water got hot, he dragged Ben inside with him. Soon they were both very warm and very wet and having a very good time. Mike got his hands good and soapy and began washing Ben�s back. Ben was sure that there were places on his body that got more attention that morning than in his entire life. The hands then slipped around him, doing his chest as Mike pulled him close. One hand teased lower and lower while the other mercilessly attacked a hard nipple. Mike�s mouth latched onto Ben�s neck, licking and sucking. Finally he let his fingers wrap around the already twitching dick. Ben groaned with pleasure at the touch. Mike pulled him closer, making sure he could feel the hot hard cock pressing against his ass. Ben groaned as Michael pressed them close together. Soap-slicked hands slid over his aching erection, sometimes teasing lightly, other times so intense he thought his knees would give out. He leaned back against Michael�s big strong body, sure that he had died and gone to heaven. He could feel the hard cock pressing against his backside, and he wondered if Mike had intentions along those lines. He found the idea to be equal parts thrilling and terrifying. Soon he wasn�t thinking at all, as he lost himself in the pleasure. Mike was thrusting against him, not trying to penetrate, just rubbing. It felt strangely sensual, decidedly arousing. Hands and cocks picked up speed as both men neared climax. Ben came first, his entire body arching then collapsing back against Michael. Mike held him close as his own climax shook him, locking his knees in an attempt to keep both of them standing. It didn�t work; he overbalanced and they both ended up on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, laughing. �Oh, shit! Sorry about that! You ok, Ben?� He pulled Ben up into a sitting position, caressing his face. �I�m fine. Except maybe for my pride �� Mike kissed him and hauled him to his feet. As they dried off, Ben asked �So what would you like to do today?� Mike looked thoughtful for a moment. �I supposed I should actually unpack the car and move in for real � assuming that offer for the room is still available?� Ben grinned. �Not a chance. That room�s gone. But there�s a second closet in the Master bedroom you could use �� Continue to Chapter 6 Return to the Story Index Send me some feedback Disclaimer: These characters belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
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