Title: An Encounter Between a Chocoholic and His Patron Saint

Author: Python

Fandom: Law & Order

Pairing: Briscoe/McCoy

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me. This is just for fun. Please don't sue me.

pwp answer to the chocoholic challenge

An Encounter Between a Chocoholic and His Patron Saint
by Python

Jack McCoy was just minding his own business when it hit him. He was sitting in the kitchen, going over the last of his paperwork for the evening. He snapped his briefcase shut and he felt the need.

Jack licked his lips. He could just taste the sweetness on his tongue. He accepted the urge, welcomed it. That's what happened to chocoholics.

Lennie Briscoe came into the kitchen to say goodnight to his lover.

"Night, Jack." He stopped and noticed the look on Jack's face. He recognized the need and chuckled. "There's chocolate ice cream in the freezer and chocolate syrup in the fridge."

Jack's eyes rapidly focused on Lennie. "I thought I finished what was left last time."

Lennie grinned. "You did, but I bought more. I never know when the craving is going to hit you so I thought it was best to be prepared. Plus, there's chocolate sprinkles and caramel in the cabinet."

"Oh my God, you're a saint."

"That's me, St. Lennie, patron saint of chocoholics," Lennie quipped. He patted Jack's shoulder. "Go ahead and indulge yourself. I'm going to bed."

Jack was busy thinking about his upcoming treat and said in almost a daze, "Okay."

Lennie laughed again and disappeared. Jack licked his lips in anticipation and opened the fridge for the chocolate syrup. He removed the inner and outer seals and squeezed a dab on his finger. He licked it off and shut his eyes in pleasure. "Thank you, Lennie."

Lennie liked to pretend to be an insensitive asshole but Jack knew better. Lennie was good at the small things that made him feel great. He grinned impishly as another thought occurred to him.

Jack turned off the light in the kitchen and walked quietly into the bedroom, still gripping the bottle of chocolate syrup. Lennie was already in bed and had left the lamp on the lowest setting so he wouldn't have to find his way in complete dark. It was just another sign of how thoughtful his
Lennie could be.

Lennie laid on his stomach, facing away from the lamp. His eyes were shut and he was sleeping lightly. He vaguely heard Jack but didn't pay any attention to the noise.

Jack quickly stripped off his clothes and crawled on the bed. Lucky for him, Lennie elected to sleep only in boxer shorts and that left Lennie's bare back free for him. He straddled Lennie's legs.

Lennie felt the weight and mumbled sleepily, "What are you doing, Jack?"

He jumped when something cold hit his back.

Jack drizzled a trail of chocolate up Lennie's spine from just above his shorts to his neck. Jack put his hands on Lennie's shoulders and leaned in to whisper huskily, "Just relax, my patron saint."

Lennie closed his eyes and smiled when Jack's warm tongue moved along his spine, licking up the chocolate. He laid still, absorbing the pleasurable sensation. "I bought that for use on your ice cream."

Jack finished the chocolate trail at Lennie's neck. Then, he lightly kissed his way up to Lennie's ear. He bit down on the earlobe. "For use on either cold ice cream or hot Lennie."

Lennie snorted. "That is the worst line I've ever heard."

Jack raised himself up enough to allow Lennie room to move. "Roll over."

"Okay."

Jack gestured to Lennie's shorts. "And let's get rid of those, too."

Lennie wriggled out of the offending garment and Jack settled on top of him again. "Satisfied?"

Jack nodded, his lust more than evident in his gaze. "Yup."

Lennie watched Jack drizzle chocolate onto his stomach. Jack dipped the tip of his finger in the chocolate and then sucked on it. Lennie groaned.

"Tease."

Jack laughed and squirted a little bit of chocolate into his mouth. Then, he leaned in to kiss Lennie. His tongue surged past Lennie's lips to sweep over the familiar confines within.

Lennie tasted the sweetness on Jack's tongue as Jack thoroughly kissed him. He licked the chocolate off Jack's lips, while his hands skimmed down Jack's back to squeeze Jack's ass. Jack squirmed against him, sending more energy to his rapidly hardening cock.

Jack kissed along Lennie's jaw to Lennie's neck. His tongue continued to move lower and he lapped up the warm chocolate on his lover's stomach. By this time, his desire was at a fever pitch and he needed to have Lennie inside of him.

Lennie was thinking along the same lines and reached over to the dresser.

He took a tube out of the drawer and Jack immediately took it from him. He watched intently and had to exercise his remaining control not to come as Jack quickly and liberally coated his cock.

Jack planted his hands on Lennie's chest and positioned himself. His dark eyes locked with Lennie's as he impaled himself on his lover. The brief pain quickly dissolved into pleasure at the feeling of Lennie inside of him. "So tight," Lennie gasped, taking hold of Jack's hips.

Jack lifted himself up and impaled himself again, harder. Lennie's cock hit that spot inside of him that sent sparks of pleasure to every nerve in his body. He needed to feel that again and began moving faster and faster, with Lennie thrusting up to meet him.

Lennie pumped Jack's straining shaft in time with their movement. It didn't take long for Jack to explode, shouting his name. Jack's seed spurted over his hand and stomach and Jack's muscles clamped around him, triggering his own orgasm.

Jack collapsed onto Lennie's chest, panting. The sound of Lennie's heartbeat filled his ears. "Wow."

"You said it," Lennie rasped.

They lay together, waiting for their breathing to get under control.

Lennie ran a hand through Jack's sweaty hair before rolling Jack off of him.

He got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off. Then, he came back with a cool, damp washcloth to do the same for Jack.

Jack lightly touched Lennie's arm. "Thanks."

Lennie smiled. "You're welcome." He returned the washcloth to the bathroom. Then, he came back into the bedroom, switched off the lamp, and crawled back into bed.

Jack laid his head on Lennie's shoulder and Lennie wrapped an arm around him. He shut his eyes and sighed in contentment. "Good night, patron saint."

"Good night, chocoholic."


The End