�Mike, we can�t keep this up.� Mike nearly swallowed his tongue under the gaze of those melted ebony eyes.
�Keep what up, Bobby?�
�You know what.� Yes, yes he did. He just didn�t want to deal with it. Couldn�t, if he was honest with himself. He liked Bobby, maybe more than he should, and it wasn�t going to go away once they stopped working together. Mike looked toward Bobby, begging that he�d find some answer in those deep, dark eyes.
�So, what do we do?� Bobby reached out and cupped Mike�s cheek. Mike leaned into the touch without thinking, his eyes closing of their own will. He wasn�t sure what he wanted, but dear God this felt good. He couldn�t remember the last time anyone had�
Mike bolted upright and away in a flash.
�Don�t be afraid, Mike.�
�I�m not afraid.� //Yeah, right. Pull the other leg while you�re down there, Mikey. Down where? Oh boy�// His voice was a shaking growl, and his eyes spoke of a fear not of hate. Bobby followed step for step as Mike found out just how cold and hard his walls truly were. Before he could think Bobby stood before him, inches away and far too close to ignore the wondrous warmth coming from the other man�s body. The same warmth that had drawn him in with just a touch.
Strong hands appeared against Bobby�s chest, fingertips clawing lightly into the fabric. Bobby let Mike push a little, just to show that he wasn�t going anywhere. When he didn�t move far, Bobby knew he�d been right. The Mike Logan he had heard about before this case would have laid him flat with a gun against his head in a situation like this. This was a different Mike. This Mike was open, and more vulnerable than any man Bobby�d seen in a very long time. His hands were shaking against Bobby�s shirt, and his own hands quaked slightly as they reached out. The skin they met was warm, and softer than Bobby could have ever imagined.
�I won�t hurt you. You know that, right?� Bobby�s hands slid up his wrists slowly, sending shivers up his spine. A step closer, and his hands were pushed to Bobby�s sides. Bear paws at his shoulders, Mike couldn�t escape the smoldering heat that welled in the eyes before him, filling the space between them with potent energy.
�Bobby�please��
And then the space was gone. Cold wall and hard body sandwiched his senses. And lips. Touching his, pressing home. Soft and pliant and warm and -heaven help him!- it felt so good. Bobby�s tongue touched his lips and they parted at once, welcoming the incredible feeling of whatever the hell this was. Bobby explored slowly, never pushing for more than Mike offered, and Mike answered just as gently, savoring the taste of pizza and Bobby he was now surrounded with, sharp and tangy and spicy and so impossible to resist.
They pulled apart almost at once, Bobby panting against his neck as Mike fought for breath himself.
�I�m sorry,� Bobby breathed, his voice hitched with as much regret as passion.
�I�m not.� The words rang against his ears, so soft he barely heard it, even in that deep bass voice he�d come to enjoy in recent days. Bobby pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, and Mike took that startled face between his hands. This time Mike kissed Bobby, and moaned as strong arms slipped around his back.
Mike�s senses were swimming. He�d never thought about Bobby this way before, but this felt so�right. All the meaningless fucks over the years had blended together into a great white void, and the endless nights alone had been so empty, he barely registered those times as being alive. But this was so much more than all those days and nights of cold, hollow sensation. Warmth, hands everywhere, slipping down, down� A shaft of ice split Mike�s spine, and suddenly he stood alone several feet away from a bewildered and heaving Bobby.
�Mike?� The voice Mike heard was not that of his friend, but of a man he could not forget, one he�d imprisoned, now dead. He cursed inwardly, the day of trial and memories and one little boy�s tears tearing at his already shredding control. How could he be such an idiot? He just had to share his past, knowing what it would do to him. Even with a child. Especially with a child. A child so much like he once was, exposed to a �Father Joe� of his own.
�No�� //It�s not real. This isn�t him. He can�t hurt me, not anymore�//
�Mike, it�s ok.� Bobby took a step closer, and the air itself seemed to press against Mike, racheting his chest into a vice.
//Ok? Is he kidding?!// His chest burned hot and cold and his knees refused to budge as he tried so hard to move away. What the hell was this? The room felt like it was filling with foam. He felt cold sweat everywhere, even places he knew for a fact his skin was dry. Was this some kind of allergic reaction? To what? Bobby kept saying it�d be ok, but this was so far from ok, Mike didn�t even remember what ok felt like! If everything was just hunky dorey, why the hell couldn�t he breathe?! The air felt heavy, too think to inhale. His chest hurt so much. Maybe this was a heart attack, but he�d just been to the doctor and he�d been fine and besides he was still too young and why the hell Bobby wasn�t doing anything but standing there?!
Until he was everywhere, long arms holding him tight as his balance slipped away, his head suddenly spinning. Bobby held on as Mike shook violently, numb fingers reaching out for something to grasp.
�It�s ok, Mike. Just relax.� //What the hell is he talking about?! Why isn�t he calling 911?! Doesn�t he know DEATH when he sees it?!//
He was dying. That�s all there was to it. No if, just when, and it felt like sooner was it. Other cops would look him over and call it nothing, and make their rounds without a second thought to him. His number was up, and he was about to become just another case file, just another death in New York. Like he ever mattered.
Something struck right between his shoulders. Hard. His chest burned, heaving, forcing air in as Mike coughed and fought against the incoming air and the increasing pain. Bobby rubbed his back firmly, rhythmically, holding his shoulders so hard that Mike couldn�t move if he�d had half a mind to. And even though he realized he could breath, getting air out was just as hard as getting air in and what the hell was Bobby doing?!
�That�s it, Mike. Just breathe.� Breathe. Yeah, that was it. This was breathing. It felt�foreign. But Bobby was there, and Scarecrow and Toto and damn this felt good. Bobby was still touching him, slowly stroking him like a favorite dog. Mike didn�t exactly like being thought of as a pet, but his chest still hurt too much to really worry about it.
�W-what happened?�
�Later. Just relax, you�re okay.� Mike lent his whole weight into Bobby, and his partner never budged. So much for the clinical cold fish everyone always talked about. Heck, even Mike had thought Bobby was a bit of a loner to be working in Major Case with such an amazing partner, but now he knew why. He knew why Alex Eames would do anything for him. He wasn�t just human, like one might expect any cop to be. He was driven, and haunted. His mother wasn�t his only demon, Mike knew that much. Something else drove this man to be the best, to be the Detective his reputation was made out of. And Mike could only hope he was right about what that something might be.
As his chest finally stopped burning, Mike pulled back, his eyes questioning as they had before. Bobby almost smiled.
�It was a panic attack, Mike. It�s ok now. It�s over.� Panic attack? He�d pulled people out of those before. Usually it took a good smack to the face, but it happened. Bobby hadn�t. Why not?
�Felt like I was dying.�
�Usually does. Trust that from experience. You freaked out. It�s all right now.� With a single squeeze to his arm Bobby pulled away and walked over to his coat. He pulled from an inside pocket a single CD sleeve. He removed the disc and walked meaningfully to the stereo. Mike took that moment to retrieve his drink from the kitchen table.
�Music usually helps, and this is one of my favorites. It always helps me when I�m having trouble coping.� //�Having trouble coping?� Is that what he thinks of this?// Mike finished his drink in one big gulp. He�d been coping pretty darn well, if he said so himself. He�d been through enough crap for two lifetimes, and nothing like this had ever happened before. Though as he thought about it, it sounded like he was doing better than some in this room. Which begged the question, what had Bobby been through to push him to this point and beyond? And why did he carry the CD he used to calm back down in his coat?
Maybe he just liked the music. Maybe he used it for other reasons. And maybe Mike needed to stop dancing around the real issue. Maybe this entire pretense of coping was just that: a pretense. Bobby didn�t seem all that unstable, though. Except for that whole �Driving Miss Daisy at 90 MPH� moment their first day together. And the coffeehouse just after. And Carver�s office. And even if Mike was rationalizing, maybe he was just looking for something, some way to not talk about the one thing that this case had rendered raw and bleeding all over again. Maybe-
�Here. Come sit with me.� Mike looked up a moment, suddenly grateful that he didn�t have to be alone tonight. He didn�t even want to think about that would have happened if... no. Bobby was here, and he already knew, but did he know it all? In court today something had�changed between them. Just seemingly random touches, but he knew them to be so much more. He felt the heat creeping up his neck again, and his heart started to pick up the pace.
And then the events of the past few days raced across his mind again, and the icy thing that had sent his self-control packing only moments ago started to claw its way up his spine again. //This is so screwed up. I am so screwed up...//
But then he looked up to see Bobby�s expression unchanged, still as warm and open as ever. Mike sighed deeply, trying to force a smile as he felt the tension in his body ease a bit. No, Bobby wouldn�t let anything happen to him. They were partners, and this is what partners did for each other. Mike sat down gracelessly, his head in his hands, and Bobby reached out a single hand and set it gently on Mike�s thigh. It was warm, and not at all unwanted.
Partners. Mike had to marvel a bit at that. The last time, when Father Joe had come back into his life, he�d kicked off a chain of events that had eventually torn Mike away from the only partner he�d ever truly opened himself to. His first two partners had been shot in the line of duty. When Lennie had walked into his life, Mike had thought it would be much the same. Lennie then spent the next few months pounding it into Mike�s thick skull that he wasn�t going anywhere, and eventually Mike had believed him. Right before Mike had gotten dropkicked to Staten Island, and then to Major Case. To Bobby, the only other man Mike had ever called Partner.
�Bobby�� A gentle hand ran the length of his back over and over, a slow, soothing rhythm against his suddenly shuddering breath. Mike sighed, enjoying the touch for just a moment. Lennie had been a great partner, and that had been taken away because Mike had screwed up, and he was not about to let that happen again. He would find a way to make this work, no matter what it took. And that meant being honest. About everything. Even if it meant talking about� His head slung low against his chest as his eyes clenched shut. Gods, this was so hard to talk about even now�
�Just relax. You don�t have to tell me anything you don�t want to.� Mike turned to see his partner, still alive, still close, while he was closer to lost than he�d been in a very long time. //What if I want to tell you everything? What if I want� What do I want?//
What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
The soft strains of guitar and voice drifted from the weathered speakers. The one time in his life Mike had tried so hard to forget for over twenty years came back to him in a slow rush. Low light, candles burning all around, and that horrid man doing things every other boy thought was agony. So why did he like it? Why had he always liked what Father Joe did? The other alter boys thought it was awful, but not Mike. Not little Michael. He�d always loved what Father Joe did, made sure to do everything just right for him just to get that �reward�.
Until that last night. That night when he�d realized the others had been right. When Father Joe had taken him like he never had before, in a way that hurt inside and out. A pain he could have never fathomed nor would ever forget. A pain that even now made his throat ache to scream.
So why had he sought that feeling again? Women had never done anything for him. One worthless fling after another, and now he barely remembered a single face or name. But the only male lover he�d ever had was so clear in his mind that even now that same warmth he�d always felt in the arms of that one man filled him to the point of bursting. Ben�
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.
Mike�s whole body quaked, from his shoulders down to the soles of his feet. The hand across his back seemed so inadequate to Bobby, but to give anything else was to risk so much more than just Mike�s trust, and he would never do such a thing. Not to his dearest friend, his partner. //When did I start thinking about him this way? When did he become so important to me?//He continued to rub gently, the trembling flesh shifting so much beneath his hand that he wondered how much of the movement was truly his own.
�I don�t know how much you know about my history. I was raised Catholic, and after my father left us, my mother worshiped our Priest, Father Joseph. We all called him Father Joe, and she made sure I became an alter boy.� He swallowed once, an effort Bobby could feel his whole body work for.
�It happened to all of us, one by one, until Father Joe was finally put away a few years ago. It was messy. Real messy.� He reached out without looking, somehow knowing that Bobby�s hand was waiting for his.
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
�For so long, I didn�t know what I wanted. It�s what made me become a cop. I wanted to help people, sure, but it made me feel like I could do something. I thought I needed to be in control, responsible, because for so long I wasn�t allowed control over my own life-� His voice cracked enough to keep further words from him. He felt his companion�s grip tighten. //Companion? That sounds kinda nice.// He took his hand back a moment to wipe the tears before they could show fully. �But now-�
�Now you need someone to take that control from you, but not beat you over the head with it. You need someone to take care of you, someone who won�t break your trust.� Mike looked up suddenly, hoping he had enough control left not to look too needy. Or helpless. Or hopeful. Bobby only nodded, cupping the face before him as gently as Mike had ever been touched. Did he know? Could he understand? So many questions screamed in his mind, all swept beneath that perfect onyx gaze.
�You need someone to be there for you sometimes, when you feel uncertain, like now. Those times aren�t often, not like they once were, but when they do come, they�re strong.� Mike�s head dropped down, unable to look into those eyes any longer. Those eyes were tearing him open, reading him like a book. He�d never felt so exposed. So why did it feel good to hear it from someone else? To have someone understand? That voice hit his ears again, smooth as half-century scotch. �You need someone strong to lean on, to keep the world out for even just a few moments.�
Bobby�s hand reached the shoulder of his wayward cohort, only to meet a hand he knew well. A hand that grasped his own. A hand that pulled him closer, clutching close as its mate joined it on the taught shirtsleeve. Mike�s head rose slowly, a torrent of guitar playing across his ears while a myriad of pain and guilt and need flashed just behind Mike�s suddenly brilliant amber eyes, red-rimmed and deep and begging somehow. Bobby couldn�t stop his hand from sweeping across the face of his friend, cupping his cheek and jaw as gently as his shaky strength would allow. Mike didn�t resist, he only moved against the touch, sending a violent shiver down Bobby�s spine. He leaned in closer, feeling Mike�s breath rush across his face.
�Let me show you, Mike,� he whispered, trembling. �Let me make the world go away for just a little while. Let go of that pain, and let me show you that you�re not alone anymore.�
And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.
Mike did more than let go. He reached out from the inside, begging for someone �anyone!- to be there. Someone who cared whether he lived or died. Someone who cared whether he lost it or not. And Bobby Goren was there, arms out wide, waiting for Mike to crash right into him. And when he did, Bobby took the strain and held them both aloft. Flying, flying far away, away from the pain, away from the fear, away from the horrid things that always haunted his every shadow. Bobby. He could make it go away. He could make it all ok again. He was strong enough, so much stronger than Mike himself could ever hope to be. Mike held on as Bobby stroked him slowly, praying that somehow this would never end.
Bobby had expected the tears, but the sheer force of pain he felt crashing onto Mike�s already raw shores made him ache to take that pain away. Without thinking, Bobby dropped a single, airy kiss to Mike�s shaking forehead. He could feel the horrid shiver run through his friend, and he lifted just a bit to see that beautiful, rugged face so drawn and pale, he thought he might be sick. Mike met his eyes so lost that Bobby wondered if anything would ever be the same between them. He pulled Mike closer, his gaze drifting downward, not knowing what else to do to make that pain go away�
Their lips met with the shock of a thousand volts. A gentle touch of soft flesh, Mike�s damp with tears, Bobby�s trembling with uncertainty. They met for only a second, but it was enough to watch that last shred of something snap in Mike�s mind. Grabbing fistfuls of shirt, not caring if it ripped to shreds, Mike held on for dear life as he drove deeper in Bobby�s amazing mouth. Bobby let him, following his every move, his fingers tangled in Mike�s hair, guiding him gently as he was thoroughly plundered.
He hadn�t expected this, but Bobby didn�t mind. It had been so long since anyone had even looked twice at him. Just the thought of feeling someone so close was enough to let this keep going. But this was still so much more. This was Mike, his partner. His friend. And oh boy, did he know how to kiss!
But Bobby still tasted so many tears, shed and left to come. He didn�t want this to be just a one-night thing. He didn�t want this to be so desperate, an act of pity or despondency. He wanted this to mean something, at least to Mike. He knew what it would mean to his own life, even beyond the branding of this man across his senses. This caring, passionate, beautiful man. This man in so much pain� Bobby pulled away a bit, even as Mike still gripped his shirt, their faces still touching even as they both fought for breath.
�Whatever you want this to be, Mike. I know it�s the wrong time, and if you tell me something else in the morning, I�ll understand. But for right now, tell me what you want. Whatever your answer, I�ll honor it.� Mike knew for the first time exactly what he wanted, and he didn�t care if it meant he was weak, or a coward, or a fag. He just needed this, more than anything else in this world, and he would not be denied.
�Please, just hold me.� In those four words Bobby surrounded him, pulling him as tight as their skin would let them be. Mike�s arms slipped around his friend�s waist, his head buried against Bobby�s chest, inhaling the warm scent of him. It was a mix he wasn�t used to. He�d come to understand spicy or sweet or just plain weird, but not this. This was natural, with just a hint of the fear he knew so well. Bobby, afraid? Why? How could he be afraid when he was so wonderful? Mike burrowed deeper into the scent he enjoyed so much.
Bobby moved suddenly, pulled them forward and down into warmth as the two of them sprawled onto the couch. Mike let himself be held atop this monster of a man, so much like himself and yet so different. As Bobby�s strong hands ran the length of his back, Mike felt encased. Any other day he would hate this feeling, feel trapped by it, but tonight he welcomed it. He wanted to be smothered in this wonderful man, to be lost in this incredible feeling coming over him. He felt surrounded. Protected. Was this safety? Was this what it felt like? These were the questions that drifted through his mind as he slipped into sleep, dark, dreamless, and perfect. //He feels like home�//
Bobby looked down at his lover, content for the first time in a long time. //Lover? Not yet, but maybe someday�// Tonight had been hell, but they�d made it through, and now he slept. He looked so peaceful, at peace really. He was relaxed, almost smiling in repose, so trusting that the person holding him would protect him. He slept like a child. Like he hadn�t as a child, all because now, in Bobby Goren�s arms, Mike was safe, cherished. And in that moment, he remembered the only thing by Emily Dickenson that had ever struck a chord in his heart. �I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.� //Smart girl that Emily was, she had to pick now to make sense of my life,// Bobby thought ruefully, continuing to caress the soft mane of wild hair before him as he drifted off to sleep.
Mike awoke to a completely foreign feeling: he wasn�t alone. In fact, he was laying quite comfortably on someone else. Not easy considering his size, but he had to admit, it was nice. Someone holding him warm and close, smelling so much like�
Mike�s eyes shot open as the evening before passed through his mind in a flash. He bolted up to look into the heavily lidded eyes of Bobby Goren, who stared up at him like the cat who ate the canary.
�I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up.� Mike lay frozen. He wanted to move. He wanted to run screaming into the night, but his body simply wouldn�t budge.
�Wha- What did we�?�
�Don�t you remember?�
�Yeah. I guess�you should� make yourself at home. It�s�� He looked down at his badly twisted watch, �3 am, and you�ve already been asleep.�
�I wouldn�t want to impose on you.� Mike waved him off gently, wanting more the company than anything else. Even if they both happened to be asleep, and in separate beds at this rate, it still beat being alone.
�Nah, it�s late. Stay. I�m going to hop in the shower and sack out.� He made his way a little too quickly into the bathroom, leaving Bobby alone, and making his choices.
Mike let the hot water roll over his skin as the events of the evening marched through his mind one by one. Harsh memories, pain, anguish�warmth. Strong hands. Sweet, sweet kisses. The hot water around him had nothing to do with the heat rising within him. A heat he was trying desperately trying to tamp down. This wasn�t right. Something just didn�t fit. Bobby wasn�t gay, was he? Sure they�d kissed, but was it real feeling, or just pity? He�d offered Mike a way out. Did that mean he wasn�t sure if he wanted to go further? They�d shared the couch, and Bobby hadn�t moved at all. Not only had he not moved, he�d held on, making sure that Mike was taken care of. //Keeping me safe�// He hadn�t felt safe since.. since Ben. Ben had held him every night to keep the nightmares away. For three years they�d slept in each other�s arms, and Mike had known rest. And now all he could think about was how Bobby would feel holding him, steadying him as he had when they�d been sprawled out on the couch, and Mike had known rest once again. Mike had almost forgotten what that felt like. It�d been so long�
A quick whoosh. A cold breeze. Mike turned into skin, solid body, and into far too familiar onyx eyes. His entire body twitched.
�Bobby, what are you-!� Then the shower door was shut, and Mike was sandwiched between the back wall and his partner. Bobby took both Mike�s arms and drew them over his head, their faces almost touching as Bobby�s breath danced across his face alongside the gouts of steam all around them.
�Relax.�
�Bobby, wait-!� And then he couldn�t speak for the amazing mouth latched onto his own. Hard muscle and harder erection pressed him into the cool shower tile, his own cock responding even as his mind reeled. A thread of panic all its own snaked its way across Mike�s heart, raking harshly across the bubble of trust that Bobby�d formed there. But Bobby took his time, his lips stroking gently and slowly, moving with the gentlest force Mike had ever known. He took a breath, not knowing how long he�d waited to do so. Steam filled his lungs. Steam laced with thick Bobby smell. Even now he smelled so clean, so amazing. Aroused. And Mike didn�t need a nose to know that. Or for his own cock to answer that call.
Bobby pulled back slowly, taking Mike�s plump, kiss swollen lower lip between his teeth. He looked down right stunned. //Gods, I�d kill to see that face like this every day�//
�No more waiting. No more thinking. Just breathe, and feel.� Mike tried to swallow away a sudden dry throat. Until that throat came under attack. Sharp little teeth took hold of the soft flesh where his neck met his shoulder, and his head lolled away to give Bobby all the access he wanted. That muscled tongue grazed over the skin, soothing away the tiny marks left on the tender skin. And then he did it again, and again, and Mike wondered absently if this was what all the women he�d ever slept with had felt when he�d seduced them. No, he wasn�t this good. Nothing was this good, or could ever be.
�Mmm��
Bobby�s hands slipped down his arms slowly, letting them fall gently around his shoulders as his hands drifted freely over Mike�s skin. He couldn�t stop moaning, rubbing himself against the incredible warmth that was Bobby Goren. He raked his nails softly down Mike�s sides, shivers rippling as Mike�s cock got so hard it almost hurt. At last those hands reached their goal, and Mike gasped as strong fingers brushed his cock.
�Bobbeee�.�
�You�re so pretty when you�re like this, Mike.� The hot breath and hotter words made his knees quake. Strong, thick fingers wrapped around his already pulsing cock, and Mike�s hips jumped. Bobby pushed him further against the wall, pinning Mike into place. This was his show, and he was going to make sure Mike enjoyed every minute of it. He gave the thick cock in his hand one long, slow stroke, wringing a strangled groan from his partner. One measured stroke after another had Mike gasping in perfect time with Bobby�s torturing motions. Bobby never sped up, only increasing the pressure until he was certain Mike was going to explode with frustration. //So pretty�//
Mike was slowly going insane. Every stroke felt like a rollercoaster drop, a tease he couldn�t escape or intensify. Everything was spinning as his head hit the wall, hot water beading on his face, the slow burn making his legs shake. Only Bobby was keeping him on his feet, with the rest of him skyrocketing out of control. Blessedly, blissfully, out of control�
�Oh god, Bobby, you�re gonna� I�m gonna�� Bobby smiled at the breathy pleas. He knew he could get used to being this spoiled. After all, it wasn�t everyone who got to see this particular New York Detective trembling so violently. And Bobby loved watching him, the way his eyes shut tight as he groaned when Bobby hit a good spot. The way he clung so desperately, short nails raking for purchase across Bobby�s back, his breath coming in short little hisses through his clenched teeth. The way his head fell back against shower wall, his mouth fallen open in a silent scream as he came�
Bobby wrapped himself around Mike tightly as his orgasm rocked him. Thick and shuddering, he did his best to hold them both up as Mike sagged into his grip. He was not about to let go.
Mike could have sworn this was the best wet dream in the history of time. At least, it would have been if he was dreaming. He knew it wasn�t just by the fact that he could still feel the harsh heat of the water against the equally harsh cold of the tiled shower wall. And Bobby was still there, still holding him. And it still felt so perfect that he wasn�t entirely convinced it wasn�t a dream. Because nothing short of a delusion could ever feel this good. Delusion or paradise? Right then, he didn�t care. His feet were barely holding against the floor, but he had Bobby. And Bobby wasn�t moving. //Too bad that won�t last all night� Pity.//
�Oh god, that was intense!� He didn�t care if his voice was still shaking. He lifted his head from his partner�s shoulder slowly to take in the man who refused to let him loose. Black eyes stared back at him under the guise of a whisper soft smile. A tiny movement, and something very familiar made itself known against Mike�s thigh. �Um� do you want me to take care of that for you?�
�Not tonight, Mike. This was for you. I wanted you to be able to sleep.� Good Gods, how did he know? How did he know just what to do, just what Mike needed and why? From a soft touch to a gentle embrace to the most amazing orgasm Mike had known since� since the last man who had known him so well. A man he would never forget nor replace. But perhaps, Bobby would be able to carve his own place in Mike�s life. And heart. //Who am I kidding? He already has. And maybe this time, he won�t leave me. Here�s hopin�.//
The warm embrace became a soft nuzzle, that nuzzle becoming a gentle caress of hands, and Mike sighed happily against Bobby�s slightly dampened ear.
�Still got your heart set on the couch for tonight?� Mike heard the squeaky knob twist off as the hot spray died away to nothing.
�Not remotely.�
�Good answer.�
Author's Note: "For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her", by Paul Simon, circa 1967.
Disclaimer: The characters, names, and references made herein belong to NBC, inc, Wolf Productions, etc. No copyright infringement intended. For fun, not profit.
