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perpetual_motionTitle: Kiss and Make Up
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law and Order
Pairing: Jack McCoy/Mike Cutter
Rating: R
Summary: Post-ep for "Misbegotten" [18.3]. A little verbal sparring. A little sex.
Kiss and Make Up
By Perpetual Motion
“I can fight my own battles.”
“Oh, believe me, I know.” The way Jack says it, amused and knowing, makes Mike’s blood boil.
“I’m not some dumb kid. I know how to handle myself.”
“Do you?” Jack turns around, his collar undone, tie in his hands. His shoes are under Mike’s bed, and he’s got an extra suit in Mike’s closet. “So you always dick around like this?”
“Dick around?” Mike rounds the bed, his own shirt already off. He gets nose-to-nose and breathes into Jack’s face. “I take a couple of chances.”
“Stupid chances.” There’s a grin on the edges of Jack’s mouth. He pushes one corner into a smirk just to watch the way Mike’s jaw flexes. “And while it’s amusing to watch you weasel your way back out of the corners you so willingly paint yourself into, you’d do a lot better to not be such a daredevil.”
“It’s interesting,” Mike says in a tone that clearly translates to, ‘you aggravating bastard’. “You didn’t have such an issue with my methods before you were my boss.”
“And now I’m seeing why Branch left his post.” Jack huffs out a breath when Mike plants a hand on his chest and shoves him onto the bed. “Obnoxious DAs and their ridiculous ideas about law.”
“Says the man with the bigger reputation.”
Jack considers saying something about what, exactly, is bigger, but Mike’s undoing his pants and crawling over his legs and kissing him like they’ve got ten minutes and there’s an awkwardly positioned handjob to be had in the smallest stall in a men’s room at a slightly disreputable and ragingly straight bar somewhere in lower New Jersey. He grabs Mike by the hips, digs his fingers in, and bites down on Mike’s bottom lip.
“Careful,” Mike mutters as his hands are anything but, “I’ve got a depo tomorrow.” He gets hold of Jack’s cock, tugs twice, and pulls away from Jack’s mouth so that he can slide down Jack’s front and take his cock in his mouth.
Jack curses delightedly and grips the back of Mike’s head, bringing his hips up as Mike slides down. He licks his lips when they dry out from his panting, and it’s only the way the lines around Mike’s eyes tighten that let Jack know he’s pulling at Mike’s hair just a little too hard. He removes his hands from Mike’s hair and fists them in the sheets, groaning and pulling his hips back as Mike presses just a little further and sucks a little harder and pulls away with a small choking sound.
“Careful,” Jack says as he unclenches his hands. “You have a depo tomorrow.”
Mike slides the head of Jack’s cock into his mouth again, sucks hard, and let’s go with an inelegant, wet sound. “You didn’t care a minute ago.”
“I barely care now.” Jack grabs Mike’s shoulders and hauls him back up so that they’re face-to-face. He kisses Mike hard on the mouth and takes his dick in hand. “But you do want to look and sound mostly professional tomorrow.” He adjusts his grip so that he has both their dicks in hand and watches the way Mike’s eyelashes flutter. He listens to the way Mike breathes harshly. He feels the sudden concaving of Mike’s stomach when he starts to move his hand.
“God. Fuck. Yes.” Mike puts his hands on either side of Jack’s head and pushes into his hand, biting down on his lip and grunting when Jack tightens his grip. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jack.”
And the way Mike says his name, the ‘a’ flattening to almost Bostonian proportions, makes heat slide all over Jack’s body like bathwater. He pumps his hand a bit faster, steadies Mike with a hand to his hip, and kisses him under the chin. “Tell me you like it.” Jack knows that Mike likes it. But hearing him say it, hearing him force it out between shuddering breaths as Jack moves his hand from Mike’s hip and scratches down Mike’s back, it does all kinds of things to Jack that are sexual and pleasurable and so goddamned enjoyable that Jack demands to hear it fairly often.
“I like it,” Mike moans. “Fucking hell, I like it.” He tilts his head down, neck at an odd angle, and kisses Jack long and wet and messy. His mouth slips and his teeth nip at the corner of Jack’s mouth. “Harder,” he says against Jack’s cheek.
Jack lets go of Mike, flips him on his side, slides over and throws his leg over Mike’s hip, and grabs their cocks again. He pumps faster and harder, throwing back his head and grunting as Mike tugs at his hair and sucks at his collarbone and they come on each other, Jack’s hand getting sticky and warm.
There’s a full three minutes of silence in which Jack wipes off his hand and Mike makes small contented sounds, but Jack knows it won’t last.
“I could have talked to the judge.”
Jack turns his head to look at Mike, sweaty at the temples but with the steel in his eyes that makes it clear Jack’s not escaping the conversation now that the sex is over. “I am not Arthur Branch. I have a fifteen year history with Judge Bell. If you’d shown up on his doorstep, he would have booted you out straight away.”
“You don’t know that.”
Jack breathes out and shakes his head. “I know Bell.”
“You could have let me try.”
“You’re a bulldozer,” Jack says, not completely unkindly. “And while Bell can appreciate that in the courtroom, it doesn’t fly when you show up at his house.”
“Know from experience?” There’s a bit of snark underlying Mike’s tone.
“Know from Adam Schiff letting me get thrown out on my ass the first time I tried what you were going to try.” Jack sits up and stretches, his back popping in a way that’s slightly uncomfortable. “I’m going to shower. If you want to keep arguing, you’ll have to join me.”
Mike gets up to his feet easily, and Jack pretends like he’s not ungodly envious that Mike can move that way. Twenty years isn’t must of a gap until Mike out maneuvers him. “I’ll start the water,” Mike says as he swaggers for the bathroom.
Jack rubs his eyes and checks the time and wonders just how early Mike’s depo is the next morning. He’s not up for another round, but enough manhandling, and Mike could be ready for round two in half an hour. If Jack times it right, they’ll still be damp from the shower when they hit the sheets again. He grins to himself. Mike’s got to look presentable for the depo, and who in New York has ever heard of a well-rested DA?
“Shit,” Mike says. Jack turns to see him standing in the bathroom door. “That grin has trouble written all over it.” Mike’s got a grin to match.
“What time’s your depo?”
“Nine.”
“Excellent.” Jack advances.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law and Order
Pairing: Jack McCoy/Mike Cutter
Rating: R
Summary: Post-ep for "Misbegotten" [18.3]. A little verbal sparring. A little sex.
Kiss and Make Up
By Perpetual Motion
“I can fight my own battles.”
“Oh, believe me, I know.” The way Jack says it, amused and knowing, makes Mike’s blood boil.
“I’m not some dumb kid. I know how to handle myself.”
“Do you?” Jack turns around, his collar undone, tie in his hands. His shoes are under Mike’s bed, and he’s got an extra suit in Mike’s closet. “So you always dick around like this?”
“Dick around?” Mike rounds the bed, his own shirt already off. He gets nose-to-nose and breathes into Jack’s face. “I take a couple of chances.”
“Stupid chances.” There’s a grin on the edges of Jack’s mouth. He pushes one corner into a smirk just to watch the way Mike’s jaw flexes. “And while it’s amusing to watch you weasel your way back out of the corners you so willingly paint yourself into, you’d do a lot better to not be such a daredevil.”
“It’s interesting,” Mike says in a tone that clearly translates to, ‘you aggravating bastard’. “You didn’t have such an issue with my methods before you were my boss.”
“And now I’m seeing why Branch left his post.” Jack huffs out a breath when Mike plants a hand on his chest and shoves him onto the bed. “Obnoxious DAs and their ridiculous ideas about law.”
“Says the man with the bigger reputation.”
Jack considers saying something about what, exactly, is bigger, but Mike’s undoing his pants and crawling over his legs and kissing him like they’ve got ten minutes and there’s an awkwardly positioned handjob to be had in the smallest stall in a men’s room at a slightly disreputable and ragingly straight bar somewhere in lower New Jersey. He grabs Mike by the hips, digs his fingers in, and bites down on Mike’s bottom lip.
“Careful,” Mike mutters as his hands are anything but, “I’ve got a depo tomorrow.” He gets hold of Jack’s cock, tugs twice, and pulls away from Jack’s mouth so that he can slide down Jack’s front and take his cock in his mouth.
Jack curses delightedly and grips the back of Mike’s head, bringing his hips up as Mike slides down. He licks his lips when they dry out from his panting, and it’s only the way the lines around Mike’s eyes tighten that let Jack know he’s pulling at Mike’s hair just a little too hard. He removes his hands from Mike’s hair and fists them in the sheets, groaning and pulling his hips back as Mike presses just a little further and sucks a little harder and pulls away with a small choking sound.
“Careful,” Jack says as he unclenches his hands. “You have a depo tomorrow.”
Mike slides the head of Jack’s cock into his mouth again, sucks hard, and let’s go with an inelegant, wet sound. “You didn’t care a minute ago.”
“I barely care now.” Jack grabs Mike’s shoulders and hauls him back up so that they’re face-to-face. He kisses Mike hard on the mouth and takes his dick in hand. “But you do want to look and sound mostly professional tomorrow.” He adjusts his grip so that he has both their dicks in hand and watches the way Mike’s eyelashes flutter. He listens to the way Mike breathes harshly. He feels the sudden concaving of Mike’s stomach when he starts to move his hand.
“God. Fuck. Yes.” Mike puts his hands on either side of Jack’s head and pushes into his hand, biting down on his lip and grunting when Jack tightens his grip. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jack.”
And the way Mike says his name, the ‘a’ flattening to almost Bostonian proportions, makes heat slide all over Jack’s body like bathwater. He pumps his hand a bit faster, steadies Mike with a hand to his hip, and kisses him under the chin. “Tell me you like it.” Jack knows that Mike likes it. But hearing him say it, hearing him force it out between shuddering breaths as Jack moves his hand from Mike’s hip and scratches down Mike’s back, it does all kinds of things to Jack that are sexual and pleasurable and so goddamned enjoyable that Jack demands to hear it fairly often.
“I like it,” Mike moans. “Fucking hell, I like it.” He tilts his head down, neck at an odd angle, and kisses Jack long and wet and messy. His mouth slips and his teeth nip at the corner of Jack’s mouth. “Harder,” he says against Jack’s cheek.
Jack lets go of Mike, flips him on his side, slides over and throws his leg over Mike’s hip, and grabs their cocks again. He pumps faster and harder, throwing back his head and grunting as Mike tugs at his hair and sucks at his collarbone and they come on each other, Jack’s hand getting sticky and warm.
There’s a full three minutes of silence in which Jack wipes off his hand and Mike makes small contented sounds, but Jack knows it won’t last.
“I could have talked to the judge.”
Jack turns his head to look at Mike, sweaty at the temples but with the steel in his eyes that makes it clear Jack’s not escaping the conversation now that the sex is over. “I am not Arthur Branch. I have a fifteen year history with Judge Bell. If you’d shown up on his doorstep, he would have booted you out straight away.”
“You don’t know that.”
Jack breathes out and shakes his head. “I know Bell.”
“You could have let me try.”
“You’re a bulldozer,” Jack says, not completely unkindly. “And while Bell can appreciate that in the courtroom, it doesn’t fly when you show up at his house.”
“Know from experience?” There’s a bit of snark underlying Mike’s tone.
“Know from Adam Schiff letting me get thrown out on my ass the first time I tried what you were going to try.” Jack sits up and stretches, his back popping in a way that’s slightly uncomfortable. “I’m going to shower. If you want to keep arguing, you’ll have to join me.”
Mike gets up to his feet easily, and Jack pretends like he’s not ungodly envious that Mike can move that way. Twenty years isn’t must of a gap until Mike out maneuvers him. “I’ll start the water,” Mike says as he swaggers for the bathroom.
Jack rubs his eyes and checks the time and wonders just how early Mike’s depo is the next morning. He’s not up for another round, but enough manhandling, and Mike could be ready for round two in half an hour. If Jack times it right, they’ll still be damp from the shower when they hit the sheets again. He grins to himself. Mike’s got to look presentable for the depo, and who in New York has ever heard of a well-rested DA?
“Shit,” Mike says. Jack turns to see him standing in the bathroom door. “That grin has trouble written all over it.” Mike’s got a grin to match.
“What time’s your depo?”
“Nine.”
“Excellent.” Jack advances.
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on 2008-01-12 11:15 pm (UTC)“I barely care now.” just made me laugh. It's so very Jack--so honest and dismissive and wry and hot.
I love arguments that continue through the sex and beyond it, and non-mushy yet still romantic sex scenes.
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on 2008-01-12 11:57 pm (UTC)I am such a fan of argumentative sex. I swear there's nothing hotter than conversation followed by sex followed by conversation.
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on 2008-01-13 12:48 am (UTC)Their relationship is now why I'm watching the show.
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