Title: For Your Own Good

Author: Python

Fandom: Law & Order

Pairing: Briscoe/McCoy

Series/Sequel: N/A

Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me. I'm not making any money off them.

For Your Own Good
By Python

Detective Rey Curtis glanced up from his paperwork in time to see EADA Jack McCoy step into the squad room. He wondered what brought the lawyer to the precinct. McCoy hardly ever came himself. He usually sent his assistant, Jamie Ross.

"Look who's here," Curtis said just loud enough for his partner to hear.

Detective Lennie Briscoe didn't need to look to know who Curtis was talking about. The tone of the younger detective's voice told him all he needed to know. He listened to his partner voice his opinions, which weren't all good, on McCoy on several occasions.

Curtis watched McCoy walk over to them and stand behind Briscoe. McCoy gave him a brief nod and shifted his attention to the other detective.

"Detective," McCoy said.

"Counselor," Briscoe responded, still hunched over his desk.

"We need to talk," McCoy stated.

Curtis couldn't see the look that his partner gave the lawyer but hoped it was one of the patent Briscoe glares. He couldn't read McCoy's expression but felt the tension between the two men.

Finally Briscoe said, "All right." He stood up and led the way in the direction of the interrogation rooms.

Curtis sat back in his chair. If he hadn't been curious before, he certainly was then.

"What's going on Rey?"

Curtis looked up at his Lieutenant and answered, "I'm not sure L-T. McCoy came in here and said that he needed to talk to Lennie." He expected her to ask what about but she just nodded to herself.

Van Buren gestured to the work on Curtis's desk. "Don't worry about it. Just get back to work."

Briscoe locked the outside door to the viewing room connected to the interrogation room. Then he went in to see McCoy sitting on the edge of the table. "What can I do for you Counselor?"

McCoy crossed his arms. He just stared at the detective. He liked looking at Briscoe when the detective had his suit jacket off and shirtsleeves rolled up.

"I thought you came here to talk, not to stare at me like that," Briscoe said, feeling his temperature rising.

"I like staring. Can't you handle it?" McCoy asked with a challenge in his voice. He grinned and ran his tongue over his bottom lip when Briscoe stepped up to him. The other man put a hand on the table on either side of him and leaned down so that their faces were only inches apart.

"Don't you have anything better to do than come her and distract me?" Briscoe whispered.

McCoy briefly shut his eyes, feeling Briscoe's hot breath on his face.

His grin got wider as he responded, "Let's see how good of a distraction I can be." He grabbed the detective's shirt and pulled the other man the remaining short distance for a kiss.

The kiss was long, slow, and intense. When they finally broke for air, Briscoe rested his forehead against the lawyer's. "We really shouldn't do this."

"I know but, at the moment, I really don't care," McCoy answered. He nipped at Briscoe's lower lip until the detective's mouth claimed his again.

Briscoe felt McCoy's hands roam over his chest and then begin to move lower. He grabbed them. "Not here Jack."

McCoy's eyebrow rose and he stood so that the two men were pressed together. He knew what they weren't supposed to do but he was used to breaking the rules. When Briscoe didn't move, he knew it wouldn't take much more. "I want you to fuck me right here and now."

 Twenty-five minutes later, Curtis knocked on Van Buren's door. She opened it and he handed her a report. "You said you wanted this as soon as possible."

"Thanks Rey."

They both watched Briscoe and McCoy come down the hallway. Curtis thought McCoy looked a little flushed.

"Does that answer your question Counselor?" Briscoe asked.

"Yes. Thank you Detective," McCoy answered and left.

Curtis glanced at Van Buren, who disappeared into her office without another word. Then he went back to his desk as his partner sat down. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing important."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah Rey. Don't worry about it," Briscoe said.

That night, McCoy sat on the couch and leaned back into Briscoe's chest.

He got comfortable and rubbed the other man's knee. Out-of-the-blue he stated, "I don't think your partner likes me."

"What would give you that idea?" Briscoe asked in a slightly amused tone.

"Oh come on Lennie. You're the detective."

"Rey just has very definite opinions on everything and sometimes you do things that go against those. So do I. I think everyone does. Most of the time Rey is Mr. Morals," Briscoe stated.

McCoy thought about that and nodded. He grinned and asked, "What do you think he'd do if he knew the tension between us wasn't hostile?"

"If he knew it was sexual?"

"Yeah."

"He'd probably have a heart attack," Briscoe answered half-seriously.

McCoy laughed and turned to kiss his lover. Then he pulled away and said, "We wouldn't want that."

"No. Let's keep him in the dark."

"For his own good," McCoy said, turned, and leaned back into Briscoe's arms.

Briscoe briefly squeezed the lawyer tightly. He nuzzled the top of McCoy's head.

"Hand me the remote will you?" McCoy asked.

"Do you have to watch that?"

"Yes."

Briscoe sighed and gave his lover the remote. "I hate this show."

"It's not that bad."

"The Practice is dull and boring. Why do you want to watch a legal drama anyway? You're in court most of the day," Briscoe said.

"Quit bitching. I want to enjoy this," McCoy stated.

"All right," Briscoe responded. He really hated this show but wanted McCoy to enjoy himself or the other man would be pouting most of the night. He put his head back and did his best to ignore the tv.

When his show was over, McCoy turned the tv off. He threw the remote on the coffee table. Then he looked down at Briscoe's arms, which were still loosely around him. He felt the detective's even breathing. No wonder he was so quiet, McCoy thought.

The lawyer turned around to find his lover asleep. He grinned and ran his hands over Briscoe's chest, playing with the shirt buttons. Then he planted his hands, feeling the heat of the other man's body. He started trailing feather-light kisses along the detective's exposed neck.

Briscoe woke up to the sensation of McCoy's mouth on his neck. He moaned quietly from deep in his throat. The detective didn't move his head, allowing the lawyer's mouth to keep working on him.

McCoy knew Briscoe was awake by the sounds the detective was trying to hide. Then he felt the other man's fingers lightly trailing up and down his back. He started to move his tongue along the bottom of his lover's jaw.

Briscoe sighed in exasperation when his phone rang. "That might be important," he said and reached for the receiver. The phone was on the table right next to him. He almost wished that he had to get up to answer it because McCoy had no intention of getting off him. He kept his voice as steady as he could but it was tough with his lover's mouth and hands on him.

"Hello...Rey? I'm in the middle of something right now...Can we talk about this tomorrow?...Uh-huh...Yes...Ok..."

McCoy got tired of the interruption and heard the frustration in Briscoe's voice. He stopped what he was doing, took the receiver, and hung it up. Then he disconnected the phone.

Briscoe looked at his grinning lover. "That wasn't very nice." He was expecting a sarcastic reply. Instead, the lawyer's tongue invaded his mouth in a hot, passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around the other man and pulled him closer.

McCoy shut his eyes when Briscoe began kissing his neck. He summoned enough strength to pull away and stand up. He held out his hand. "I want to move this party to some place a little more comfortable."

Briscoe took the offered hand and stood. He grinned and motioned for McCoy to precede him. "Age before beauty."

McCoy began pulling Briscoe by the hand. "Shut-up before you get yourself into trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"I'll have to show you," McCoy answered, shooting a look over his shoulder that sent a shiver of anticipation up the other man's spine.'

The next morning, Curtis asked his partner, "Was everything ok last night?"

It was more than ok, was the first thing that popped into Briscoe's head. He cleared his throat and answered, "Yeah."

"You sounded...different," Curtis said, trying to find the right word.

"You called while I wan in the middle of doing something that's all."

Curtis decided not to ask what Briscoe had been doing. His partner probably wouldn't answer and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

Briscoe stood up and passed Curtis on the way to the coffeepot. He hid a small smile. "It's for your own good," he said quietly.

THE END