| A Matter of Trust |
| Lennie sighed as he locked his gun and badge in the lockbox. It had been one hell of a week. After the days on stakeout duty, they had finally caught a break on this case and brought the bastard in this afternoon. It had been a long, grueling week of late nights and early mornings. He'd been kind of surprised he hadn't heard much from Jack this week, but figured it had just been a busy week for him as well. He'd seemed pleased when Lennie had called this afternoon inviting him over for a celebratory dinner and whatever happened afterwards � Lennie smiled with anticipation. If it was anything like last Sunday, this was going to be one hell of a night. And since they were both off tomorrow, no need to call it a night at some point, either. He peeled off the suit, hanging the jacket in the closet and tossing the slacks toward the laundry pile, his shirt and underwear quickly following. After a quick shower, he stared into his closet and drew out that soft shirt he'd worn the night he'd first propositioned Jack. Feeling deliciously naughty, he left his underwear in the drawer. He was tucking the shirt into a pair of comfortable old khakis when he heard the sound of Jack's bike in the alley behind his apartment. Grinning broadly, he headed toward the door, opening it just as Jack was about to knock. "Hi Jack!" McCoy's eyes drank in the vision before him. Lennie looked stunning in the bright blue shirt which draped so softly over his lanky frame. He felt a familiar tightening in his groin as the anticipation he'd held at bay all afternoon took hold. "Evening, Lennie! Um, could you �" Lennie quickly reached to unburden him of the bags he was carrying so that Jack could stash his jacket and helmet in the closet. Following his host into the kitchen, once Lennie had put down the bags, Jack pulled him into a very hot kiss. Lennie felt Jack's arousal pressing against him, and it wasn't long before his body answered the call. Before he could get too wrapped up in passion, he pulled away. "Whoa, there, Jack! We've got all night, and I'm starving!" Jack's eyes glittered with passion. "So am I, but not for that �" He pulled Lennie back into another kiss, his hands sliding down to cup Lennie's ass, pulling them closer. Lennie could feel Jack's hips grinding against his, pressing his cock tight against the inside of his zipper. Then one hand was sliding around his hip, reaching between them to caress him. He felt Jack's delight at discovering his lack of underwear. For once, Lennie's stomach took second place as he gave himself over to Jack's desires. He found himself backed into the wall as Jack plundered his mouth. Those long fingers made short work of opening his shirt, slipping inside, running over his chest. Then slipping open the button of his khakis, carefully sliding the zipper down, leaving his cock poking up out of its nest of curls, perfectly framed by the v of his pants. He moaned as Jack's fingers caressed him, tracing his length. Jack chuckled, a deep, almost scary sound. "Oh, yes, you're ready, aren't you, Lennie?" He reached into his back pocket and removed a condom, expertly slipping it over Lennie before bending his head to engulf the throbbing organ. "Oh, SHIT, Jack!" Lennie cried out as Jack dove in without preamble, swallowing him whole. Seeing McCoy on his knees, bent over his erection, was driving Lennie wild. He wrapped his hands in the thick silver hair, holding on for dear life, trying to hold on to some control. It was futile; in minutes, his hips were bucking as he fucked Jack's mouth, hard and fast, until he came. His legs gave out, and Jack let him gently slide down the wall until they were sitting next to each other on the kitchen floor, gasping for breath. As coherent thought returned, Lennie realized he was expected to reciprocate. With his heart still hammering in his chest, he caught Jack's shoulders and pinned him to the floor. "You got another one handy?" he all but growled. Eyes blazing, Jack grinned and fished in the other back pocket. Lennie snatched it out of his hand and dropped it in the pocket of the shirt which still hung open over his chest. He quickly turned his attention to Jack's jeans, rubbing the bulge which looked almost painfully tight. Jack groaned with pleasure, thrusting up into Lennie's palm. Lennie made short order of freeing it, wrapping his long fingers around the shaft, enjoying the feel of it in his hand. He bent down and sucked on Jack's balls, each one in turn sucked entirely into his mouth as his hand continued manipulating the shaft. Jack moaned loudly, writhing beneath him. Finally, Lennie got the condom from his pocket and set it in place, then followed Jack's example. Taking as much as he could on the first stroke, Lennie began bobbing up and down over that long hard shaft, taking more and more each time until finally it was buried deep in his throat. Still massaging the heavy balls, he sucked until Jack exploded. Sitting up and gasping in air, he watched as Jack's eyes refocused. For a while they both leaned against the kitchen wall, breathing hard. Finally, Lennie raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Can we eat now?" He couldn't suppress a grin at the double entendre. Jack just laughed and shook his head. "What, I'm not enough for you?" Lennie laughed as he stood up, pulling Jack up after him. "Well, that was a good appetizer." They had to reheat the pasta in the microwave, but finally Lennie's other appetite was satisfied. Dinner conversation had been full of double meanings, thinly veiled sexual references, teasing glances and touches. By the time they finished, both were ready for round two. But this time, Lennie knew what he wanted. After they loaded the dishwasher and tossed away the trash, he caught Jack's hand and silently led him back to the bedroom. He pulled the attorney into a kiss, once again blending passion and tenderness. Just like last Sunday, he slowly undressed his partner, unbuttoning the starched dress shirt, touching, caressing with hands and lips and tongue. It seemed to take forever for them both to get naked. Finally, Lennie lay on top of him and whispered into his ear. "Jack? My turn � I want to make love to you tonight �ok?" // It's just a phrase, that's all, he just isn't comfortable with the word 'fuck.' // Jack had trembled at Lennie's choice of words, but he tried to convince himself that's all it was, a choice. It didn't mean anything, this was just friendly sex, right? And yet he knew that it wasn't. What they'd done earlier, their 'appetizer', that had been fucking, even though no penetration was involved. Jack tried to shut down his mind and managed to just nod his assent to Lennie's request. Even though he was inexperienced, Lennie was determined to make this as good for Jack as last week had been for him. He took his time, touching and caressing the long, lean body, seeking that emotional connection they'd had. Long, tender kisses stoked the fires of their passion, and he was delighted as Jack finally started responding. He rolled them over onto their sides so his hand could caress the soft, round buttocks. Caressing, squeezing, finally letting his fingertips slide through the crack as Jack moaned softly. He bent to kiss the rough cheek as his fingers teased at the entrance to Jack's body. Jack couldn't believe how good it felt, floating here with Lennie. He felt a sense of belonging, of being wanted, so different from the raw passion of earlier. He floated, not thinking any more � Lennie gently rolled Jack onto his stomach, seeking better access to his target. He lay on top, kissing the nape of Jack's neck, working his way slowly down the spine, soft kisses, worshiping the body beneath him. As his lips came to the curve at the small of the back, his tongue began probing, licking now as he continued his downward journey. He inhaled the scent, a combination of sweat and pure masculinity which set his own cock quivering. His hands parted the rounded globes; despite 16 hour days at a desk job, Jack still had a nice ass. First one finger tracing down the crack, over the tight pucker, and on down to rub the perineum. Followed by his tongue, gently probing. Jack's moan told him he was doing something right. He took several minutes just like that, teasing gently without actually pressing in. Finally, he reached for the lube, and gently inserted one slick finger. "Mmmm � god, it's been so long �" Lennie bent down and kissed the soft skin. "Gonna make it real good for you, Jack. Just like you did for me �" He began thrusting the finger, slowly, searching, and knew he found it when Jack moaned. He rubbed gently for a few moments, then went back to the in-and-out motion. "More, Lennie. Give me more." Jack's words were almost a sigh. Lennie smiled and added some more lube, slipping in a second finger. As his right hand moved in and out, his left slid between the outstretched legs to caress the heavy balls, wringing another groan from the man below him. Remembering what Jack had done on Sunday, Lennie got him good and ready before he reached for the condom and moved into position. Jack eagerly assumed the position, ass high in the air as Lennie gently pushed into him. Lennie couldn't believe the sensation as he entered that tight, hot cavity. He felt Jack tense up, so he held still until his partner encouraged him to continue by pushing back at him. Slowly working his way in, Lennie felt nearly overwhelmed by the fact that he was inside Jack. His hands gently caressed Jack's back and buttocks, but it wasn't enough. Once fully sheathed, he leaned over his lover, wrapping one arm around the slender chest. He kissed the long neck, whispering softly, "Move with me, Jack." Still buried, he rolled them over onto the left side. Now his hand was free to roam over Jack's chest and stomach. His lips sought out the cleft between neck and shoulder, licking and kissing. He began thrusting slowly, pushing toward that sweet spot as his fingers flicked over taut nipples. Jack couldn't believe what he was feeling, with Lennie's whole body wrapped around him, giving him such unbelievable pleasure. But it was more than just physical pleasure; he felt enveloped by this tenderness. // He really is making love to me! // Jack realized that Lennie's word choice had been deliberate, and he started to feel just a bit smothered. It felt so good, but there was something just beyond his reach � And then all thought was driven from his mind as Lennie's thrusts increased their tempo and those long fingers wrapped around his cock. He came, hard, squeezing down on the cock inside him, sending Lennie into oblivion with him. When it was over, Lennie remained wrapped around him, no longer connected but still holding him close. A gentle kiss landed on his cheek. Suddenly uncomfortable, Jack squirmed away. His stomach was covered with sticky goo; at least he'd missed the sheets. He got up and disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. Lennie watched him through slitted eyes as he tossed the condom into the trash and reached for a Kleenex to wipe himself with. He had hoped they would cuddle for a while, it had been such a comfortable position. Jack came out of the bathroom and started looking for his clothes. Lennie looked at him sadly. "Jack? You don't have to go, you know. I was kinda hoping you'd stay the night �" That smothered feeling clutched at Jack's heart. // I thought he understood � // In the dim light, he thankfully couldn't see the pain in Lennie's eyes. "Lennie, I can't. I told you, I don't do that �" He sat on the bed to put on his shoes, then got up and headed for the front door. Stunned, Lennie grabbed his robe and followed. Standing at the door, they stared awkwardly at each other. Lennie somehow found his voice. "So, I'll call you tomorrow?" Jack bit his lip. "Uh, no, I'm kind of busy tomorrow." Lennie couldn't believe what he was hearing. "OK, then Sunday?" Jack took a deep breath, shaking his head. "I'll give you a call." He grabbed his helmet and jacket and slipped out of the room, leaving Lennie standing there in a state of shock. // Oh, no � it's over � you blew it, Briscoe. He wasn't ready � // ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jack didn't head home; he knew he wouldn't sleep much tonight. There was too much going on in his head. Adam accusing him of being in love. No. It wasn't him who was in love; it was Lennie. He hated to hurt his friend, but he'd said from the beginning that he didn't want a relationship. Those were the ground rules. Lennie had broken them, not him. He had nothing to feel guilty for. He wasn't the one in love. // Then why do I feel like somebody just kicked me in the gut? // He sat alone on a roadside pulloff just outside of town, staring down at the city lights. No, no sleep tonight � Continue on to Chapter 15 Send me some Feedback Back to the Story Index Disclaimer: These characters belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
| Chapter 14 |