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Partners

Later that evening, Munch and Fin made their way across town to the Leather Rose, the bar mentioned in Mike's 'little black book.' It was a fairly dark place. Not surprisingly, most of the clientele was male, and there was definitely an abundance of leather. People were standing too close together, copping feels and checking out the merchandise. A guy wearing a leather harness that showed off his powerful chest and pierced nipples gave Munch a good long look. Munch ignored him, but felt his cock twitch in response.

They made their way to the bar and flashed their badges. The bartender raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Fin produced a photo of Logan from his jacket pocket. "You seen this guy around here lately?"

The bartender gazed at it. Although Logan's face hadn't been messed up in the attack, he was pretty clearly dead. "Oh shit. Yeah. He's been comin' here for about a month. Drinks Guiness."

The partners shared a glance. Munch jumped in. "Was he here last night?"

The bartender thought a minute. "I don't think so. Actually haven't seen him for about a week."

Fin's turn. "Was he with anybody in particular last time you saw him?"

Again, the bartender thought for a minute. "Yeah. Saw him leave with Thomas. Older guy, likes younger men. Was kind of surprised he took up with this guy, he's a bit old for Thomas's tastes."

"This guy Thomas � he a dom?"

The bartender eyed Fin, wondering if he just talked the talk or if maybe he walked the walk. "Yeah. He's a Daddy, likes to run his 'boys' pretty rough."

Again the partners shared a look � it fit the circumstances. Munch jumped back in. "You know where this Thomas lives? Last name, maybe?"

Bartender shrugged.

"He pay with a credit card?"

The bartender shook his head. "Most guys around here don't want to leave a paper trail."

Frustrated, they headed out. As they made their way toward the door, a tall black man wearing very tight leather pants sidled up to Fin. Eyeing Munch, he purred, "You can do a lot better than that, my man � what say you and me go find someplace quiet to talk?" His hand slipped under Fin's jacket, grabbing at his ass.

Fin just raised one eyebrow. The look said 'hands off!' Although the look, the smell of this place was turning him on something powerful. "Come on, Munch. Let's get out of here." His voice was gravelly and low.

Munch grinned. He knew his partner well enough to know what that voice meant. He looked at the upstart, who had luckily had the good sense to remove his hand. "Sorry, pal. He's taken," he said with a gleam in his eye.

They hurried out to the car, and Munch drove to Fin's apartment without even asking. Once safely behind a locked door, guns and badges set aside, they fell on each other.

"Damn, that place got me hot," Fin growled when he finally released Munch from a passionate kiss.

Munch laughed. "Gee, I can't imagine why �"

Fin grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall. His other hand reached down and found his partner every bit as ready as he was. "Looks like you liked it too, John." He palmed Munch's hard-on through his trousers.

Munch groaned at the touch. They usually weren't this rough; the scene at the bar had apparently inspired Fin, who was kissing him again, almost brutally.

Then suddenly he let go and grabbed Munch by the necktie. "Come on," he growled, dragging his partner back to the bedroom.

Munch wasn't quite sure what to expect, but decided to play along. He dug in his heels. "Make me."

Fin spun around and for a moment their eyes locked as they acknowledged the 'scene.' Then he lunged at his partner. They wrestled briefly before Fin secured him in an arm lock. "I said come ON!"

The momentary struggle, pitting his strength against his partner's before letting him 'win' felt amazingly good. Munch eagerly followed Fin back to the bedroom, and was thrown down onto the bed.

Fin had his cuffs out, and quickly secured Munch's right hand to the foot of the bed. He ripped off Munch's necktie and had his shirt open, then all but ripped them both off Munch's left arm. Retrieving Munch's cuffs, his left hand was secured while his right one was released and the rest of his upper clothing removed. Then his right hand was secured again, his arms spread out across the foot of Fin's bed.

Fin was surprised by how turned on he was getting. He'd never been into the rough stuff, but just being in that bar tonight had given him some ideas. It was amazing to see Munch's scrawny form sprawled over his bed, at his mercy. And it looked like Munch was not at all complaining; his slacks were tented hugely.

He kicked off his shoes and tossed his own coat aside. With Munch's eyes glued to him, he slowly removed his clothes, not quite a strip tease. He could hear Munch's breathing becoming more ragged.

"You want this, John? Well, you're not getting it. Not yet, at least." He stood there, playing with himself, as Munch practically drooled watching him. A drop of pre-cum formed at the slit; he slowly spread it around, moaning at his own touch.

Munch lay there on the bed, his arms spread to the ends of the footboard. Fin stood there, looking so incredibly hot, his big cock weeping as he fondled himself. Munch fought a desperate desire to either reach out to Fin, or to touch himself. But with his arms bound, he couldn't do either. His cock throbbed with the frustrated desire.

Fin crawled onto the bed, straddling Munch's chest, bracing himself against the footboard of the bed. His cock was inches away from Munch's mouth. The scent of his partner so near flooded Munch's senses. He licked his lips, wanting to take it into his mouth. Instead, Fin backed away and began humping against Munch's chest, being careful not to go too low, lest he brush against the aching cock still trapped inside the dress slacks. "Uh, uh, uh � not yet, Johnnie boy, not yet."

Munch groaned with frustration as the prize was yanked out of his reach. God, he was hard, achingly hard. Fin's body was touching him, but in all the wrong places. He tugged futilely at his restraints. "Damn you, Fin �" he growled.

Fin laughed, thoroughly enjoying this. "What's the matter, John? Your pants too tight? Should get you some like our friend at the bar was wearing. Now THAT was tight. Did you see his package? I coulda had that tonight. But instead I've got your sorry white-bread ass. What the hell was I thinking?"

As he talked, Fin climbed off and moved further down Munch's body. His hands made short work of opening Munch's pants and sliding them and his underwear down without actually touching him. He left them puddled around his ankles, not bothering to remove the shoes below, further restraining him. Crouching over the prone form, he bent down and let his tongue slowly make one pass along the length of Munch's erection, one lick from base to tip, whisking away the drop of fluid at the top. Munch whimpered at the touch.

He moved back up to straddle Munch's chest, this time placing his cock right on John's lips. "Suck it!" he commanded, and Munch eagerly complied.

Fin's thick, black cock filled his mouth, his entire awareness at that moment. He sucked for all he was worth as Fin thrust deeper and deeper into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Fin's hands wove into his hair as he held on, holding Munch's head captive as he fucked his mouth.

Munch swallowed desperately, trying to take it all without gagging, as Fin's come filled his mouth. Finally, the frenzied thrusting slowed and Fin backed off.

"Shit! That was awesome! You ok, man?"

Sucking in great gulps of air, Munch glared at him. "I'll show you how ok I am. Just get me the hell out of these cuffs!"

There was a fever in Munch's eyes that excited Fin; it was payback time. And Fin was gonna like it a lot. He retrieved the keys and quickly freed Munch's arms, rubbing them briskly to help restore circulation. Moments later he was flat on his back with John leaning over him, holding HIM down now. Somehow Munch had kicked off his shoes and pants and rolled them over.

"I may be a skinny Jewish kid, but I'm stronger than I look!" Munch crowed at Fin's surprised look at being on bottom. "And now it's MY turn. Now stay put!"

Fin obediently stayed put as Munch retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand, watching hungrily as he slicked up his cock.

"Roll over," Munch commanded, and Fin complied, raising his ass in the air. This wasn't going to be gentle, Fin knew. He wasn't surprised to feel Munch's cockhead pressed up against his ass without preliminaries. Then it was pushing in, hard, fast. All of Munch's earlier frustration worked itself out as he pounded Fin from behind until he exploded in a crashing orgasm that left him breathless.

He pulled out and fell to the bed as Fin rolled over to face him, grinning. "Fuck, man, I'm not gonna be able to sit down tomorrow!"

Munch laughed. "And I'm not gonna be able to eat anything. So we're even."

"You know, I wouldn't want this every night � but every now and then � man, I got you GOING, didn't I?"

Shaking his head, Munch agreed. "Yeah. But next time YOU get tied up. OK?"

Fin chuckled. "OK. Now let's get some sleep. Been a long day."

Somehow they got themselves sorted out in the right direction with a sheet pulled up over them. Fin's bed was kind of small for two tall men, but he kind of liked the way it forced them to snuggle close. Munch's head settled on his shoulder; it was oddly comforting.

As they drifted off to sleep, Munch thought about poor Logan. Cragen had briefed them on his backstory; abused by a Priest when he'd been an altar boy, beaten by his mother. Kid had had a rough life. Good thing his hot-headed mama didn't live to see what he'd become. She'd have flayed him alive. Of course, the Catholics didn't have that particular market cornered. His own mother, rest her soul, would have a heart attack if she saw him now, sleeping with another man, a black man at that. There was a reason that "Jewish Mother" was a stereotype; it worked. His mom wouldn't have reacted with anger, she'd have just laid on the guilt. How his life somehow ruined hers. Made a mockery of hers. Well, he'd tried it her way. Four times. Of course, she hadn't liked that much either. Still, part of him was glad she wasn't around by the time he figured out it made sense to try something different. Made life easier all around.

He sure as hell hadn't expected to end up sleeping with his partner, but he had to admit that so far it had been one hell of a ride. Fin was about as opposite from him as you could get. They hadn't gotten along all that well at first. But Munch had been intrigued by how much he seemed to know about New York's black gay community, and one evening over a beer after work, he'd asked. Fin had studied him intently for a couple of minutes before answering. Munch had assured him it wasn't a problem, and for several months that was that.

But as they grew as partners on the job, an unlikely friendship grew along side it. John liked Fin's street smarts, and Fin liked his wisecracking attitude. As they got comfortable together, John started wondering if four failed marriages had to be telling him something. He remembered his buddy from Baltimore who'd sort of come out bisexual. Looking back on it, he'd been intrigued then, but hadn't had the guts to admit it. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure his fourth marriage � to one of their barmaids � hadn't just been to prove to himself he was straight.

So once he and Fin started clicking, he started asking questions, until one night Fin had called him on it. They'd left the bar and come back here, and his life had changed. Fin had fucked him through the mattress that night, leaving him sore but exhilarated. Since then he'd spent more nights here than at his own place, which he had to admit was rather Spartan. Very much like Logan's, as Fin had pointed out this afternoon.

Too bad Logan had never had a gay friend to show him that there was more to this life than one-night stands and abusive relationships. Maybe his life would have turned out different. Munch knew after tonight that he really didn't have all that much interest in the rough stuff. It had been fun in a way, and as an occasional spice might be interesting. But he was glad Fin was usually a thoughtful and caring partner. Somebody he might just be able to spend the rest of his life with. // Wow � where had that come from? //

He put thoughts of the future out of his mind for the moment and resettled around his partner, who was already snoring softly.

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