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Part Twelve
Jack McCoy was seated at his desk working late when he was disturbed from his legal briefs by his secretary leaving for the night. His bid her a good night but she was popping her head back in his office door several moments later.
"Sir," she cautiously broached. "There's some one here insisting he see you."
Jack frowned, "at this hour? Send him away and kindly remind him of my office hours."
She hesitated. "Sir, he's insistent."
Jack grumbled in disgust, "tell him....."
John 'Hawk' Hawkins pushed past the pretty little secretary into McCoy's office. "I think that you'll want to see me......Mr. McCoy."
Jack smiled broadly and nodded. "Its ok, I always have time for Officer Hawkins."
His secretary reluctantly acquiesced and left the office. "So....." Jack sat back in his chair.
"So," Hawk remained where he was and crossed his arms across his chest, "why don't you come over here?"
"Ok," McCoy shrugged, "have it your way." Jack stood wand walked around the desk to Hawk. "Well?"
Jack reached for Hawk's cowboy belt buckle but Hawk stopped his intentions. Jack frowned. "No," Hawk mumbled. He looked at McCoy in the face and thought of Stabler and his little twink. He wondered what Stabler knew or understood that he didn't. There was only one way to find out. "Kiss me."
Jack blinked in surprise. He hadn't taken the cop for the romantic type. "I beg your pardon?"
"Kiss me," he repeated impatiently. When McCoy still hesitated, Hawk roughly grabbed him from around the waist and hauled the lawyer against him. McCoy gasped in response at the man handling and Hawk roughly thrust his tongue into McCoy's mouth. Hawk rasped his tongue against McCoy's. Hawk didn't find it at all that bad. McCoy wrapped his arms about Hawk's neck and shoulders and sighed. Hawk liked that McCoy kissed like a bitch.
"Mmmmmm," McCoy purred stroking his tongue back against Hawk's. Hawk lowered his hands to McCoy's buttocks and kneaded the bubble butt. McCoy ran his hands through Hawk's hair.
Hawk pulled away a bit. "Nice." His tone was flat. "But it will be better if we do it while I'm fucking you on your desk."
"That would be nice," McCoy agreed in good humor.
Hawk pushed Jack back on the desk and yanked his slacks down exposing black string bikini briefs. He shook his head a smiled; dainty girlie pants covering his boi pussy; this was going to be easier than Hawk had anticipated. McCoy looked down between his legs as Hawk tugged at his belt and ripped open the buttons of his blue jean. He pushed them down around his cowboy boots at his ankles.
Hawk touched the black bikini briefs that barely concealed McCoy's boner. "Pretty panties," he commented as he pushed his boxers down to join his jeans. His hard cock sprang free and bobbed up to smack his flat stomach before arching back down.
"Pretty cock," McCoy watched it as it bobbed and licked his lips.
Hawk nodded. He'd never considered dick pretty. He reached for the black bikini briefs. "Let's see that pretty pussy."
McCoy grinned and pushed his briefs down abound his ankles and turned to lean over the desk, twitching his butt and spreading his legs wide. Hawk touched the cheeks and spread them exposing McCoy's twitching ring.
"Nice," Hawk appreciated running the tip of a finger against the quivering muscle.
McCoy looked back over his shoulder. "Nice and wet for that cock."
Hawk Swatted McCoy's ass with one hand. "No!" McCoy tensed in surprise. "I told you the way I want it." Hawk reminded.
McCoy shrugged his shoulders and obediently turned around. Hawk pushed him back down on the desk and grabbed his ankles. McCoy gripped the edge of the desk behind his head. Hawk spit in the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock. McCoy watched from between his legs as Hawk hoisted his legs up on to his shoulders and stepped closer.
"Here is comes baby," Hawk gripped his cock at the base.
"I'm ready for.....ughhhhh.....itttttttttt," McCoy grimaced as Hawk stepped forward and thrust forcefully.
Hawk rocked his hips and buried the entire length up McCoy's constricting hole. "Oh yeahhhhhh," Hawk gritted as he rocked back and then thrust forward again. The desk shook a bit at the full force of his thrust and McCoy winced again. "What's....the....matter.....babyyyyyyyy," Hawk panted as he increased the tempo of his thrusts and the desk shook more. "Too big?"
"No.....no," McCoy wheezed as he shook atop the desk. "Its....its a good.....fittttttttt," he thrashed his head as Hawk thrust harder and deeper. Hawk's muscular hips hit the edge of the desk and the legs made a loud scraping noise across the floor.
"Shut...up...and....kiss...me," Hawk leaned forward and covered his mouth across McCoy's, hungrily moving his lips in unison with McCoy's as his hips rocked and his cock seesawed against the warm wet walls of McCoy's tight hole. "Mmmmmmmmm," Hawk murmured against McCoy's lips.
"Mnmph," McCoy mumbled suckling on Hawk's thrusting tongue.
Hawk ran his hands down between McCoy and the desk and lifted McCoy until their chests rubbed and McCoy slid his legs down Hawk's torso to wrap around his waist. McCoy's arms lifted and his fingers ran through Hawk's hair and then lower to his neck and shoulders.
"Mmmmmm," Hawk murmured as his lips moved against McCoy's. The tongues touched and thrust against the other as Hawk squeezed McCoy's butt cheeks and his cock inched deeper in his tight hole. McCoy twisted and contorted around Hawk's cock as it rubbed the walls of his rectum and stimulated his throbbing prostate.
McCoy ran his hands down Hawk's back and slipped them over Hawk's muscular butt as it clenched with each thrust deep inside McCoy. Hawk liked the feeling of McCoy's hands on his cheeks as they kneaded and clenched the glutes. One hand slid low along Hawk's crack and abruptly burrowed in Hawk's hole. Hawk bucked abruptly and bit McCoy's lower lip.
"Heyyyyyy," McCoy sniped.
"Don't......." Hawk raged, but McCoy's fingers dug deep in Hawk's hole. The cop tried to clench and force them out but......McCoy's finger's pinched his prostate. "Wha.....ughhhh argh.....yeahhhhhhhhhh," Hawk articulated as he pumped a heavy load deep within McCoy. Hawk momentarily forgot about McCoy's unpleasant fingers deep within him as pumped McCoy's milking hole full of cum.
Abruptly, Hawk pulled out of McCoy and jerked away. His cock was still dribbling a bit. He glared at McCoy.
"Hey," McCoy whined, "what about me?" He indicated his still hard cock.
"Fuck you!" Hawk snarled.
McCoy sniggered. "You just did."
"Funny, smart ass," Hawk sneered.
"What?" McCoy grinned.
"Nothing goes up my ass!" Hawk barked.
McCoy lifted his hands a bit in supplication. "Sorry," he half apologized.
Hawk glared at him as he quickly donned his blue jeans. He didn't even take the time to don his shirt as he marched to the door. "I'm sorry too!"
McCoy sat at the edge of the desk as he slammed out the door. With a shrug, he lowered his hand to his hard cock. Since the fickle ass cop wasn't going to the finish the job, he would have to do it. With an off hand snigger at Hawk's bruised macho facade, McCoy began to jerk to a climax.
Brian helped Eliot up the steps to the front door of Eliot's home. Eliot's right arm was held within a sling and Brian had a hand around Eliot's waist. When Eliot reached for the door with his left hand Brian jumped forward.
"I got it babe," he pulled the door open and was quickly back at Eliot's side.
Eliot chuckled. "I can manage Bri', honestly."
Brian ignored him and helped him through the door. Eliot merely chuckled again and shook his head in defeat.
Brian closed the door and turned to Eliot attentively. "You can go into the living room and rest and I'll get you a beer or something."
"Bri," Eliot grinned, "this fawning all over me isn't really necessary."
"I want to," Brian blushed, "you're my......man." He stumbled over the admission awkwardly.
Eliot narrowed his eyes intently. "Bri," he said lowly, "come here."
Brian walked close and Eliot wrapped his left hand around Brian's waist and held him close. He smiled and his breath was warm as it fanned close to Brian's cheek. "I can't exactly call you my bitch," he teased, "but you belong to me. I want you more than ever." Eliot kissed him deeply but pulled away when the doorbell rang, leaving Brian breathless. "Now, go get us something to drink and I'll see who the hell picked this rotten time to drop by."
Brian nodded and walked through the house into the kitchen while Eliot turned back to the door and opened the door with his good hand.
"Hello Eliot."
Eliot looked at his estranged wife dumbly, "Kathy."
"May I come in?" Kathy prompted when Eliot didn't move.
"Yeah," he nodded, "yeah. You know that you still have your key. You don't have....Did Olivia call you?" He indicated his injured arm. "I told her not to bother...."
"It was Captain Cragen," Kathy amended.
"Well," Elliott assured, "it isn't anything serious. You can let the kids know everything is fine."
"Eliot," Kathy pressed. "That isn't the entire reason for this visit." A sound from the kitchen made Kathy frown. "Is this a bad time Eliot?"
"No," Eliot shook his head. "Its never a bad time for you. You're my wife."
Kathy nodded awkwardly. "That's what I wanted to talk about. Its about the divorce."
Kathy wanted to reconcile? Eliot should have felt overjoyed but.....
"I want to know why you haven't signed the divorce papers?" Kathy asked as pleasantly as possible. "We both need to move on. We have different lives now."
"My life isn't so different," Eliot argued irritably. "What if we don't want to move on?"
"Eliot," Brian came through from the kitchen with two bottles of beer in hand, "I thought that....." and stopped awkwardly at Kathy's raised eyebrows.
"You do have company," Kathy apologized.
"No," Eliot shook his head without thought, "its just Brian from work, you remember?"
Brian colored at the disregard in Eliot's comment and Kathy scrutinized Brian closely.
"Listen," Kathy backed away, "it is late. I'll call you about this tomorrow."
Eliot stepped toward her as she turned back to the door. "No..."
"Yes," Kathy glanced at Brian silently standing in the back ground and inhaled sharply. "We'll talk about this tomorrow." She affirmed as Eliot would follow her outside and closed the door.
Eliot looked at the closed door a moment in silence and then turned to Brian. Brian was gripping the bottles tightly. A wounded look covered his face.
"Kathy is my wife," he reminded. Eliot was annoyed by the awkward moment. He didn't owe Brian any explanation. Brian had no right to make him feel guilty. He'd had over fifteen years of marriage to Kathy. They were young and in love when they married. It had been a stable normal relationship.
"And I'm just a hole you stick your dick in," Brian sneered.
Eliot shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Brian...."
"No!" He briskly walked to Eliot and roughly handed him a beer. "Have a beer."
Eliot took the beer bottle and frowned. Brian was acting like a jealous girlfriend. He was out of line and.....
"Have two," Brian slipped the second bottle between Eliot's arm and sling. "Because I'm leaving."
"Come on Brian!" Eliot snapped irritably. Just because Brian didn't understand his feelings for Kathy didn't mean that things had to change between them. But Brian walked out the door and slammed it behind him. Eliot rolled his eyes and tried to maneuver the second bottle out from his arm and sling. It slipped loose and crashed to the floor. "Ah hell!"
to be continued.........