Lights Out

by FanFiccer

Rating: NC-17

PWP

The characters belong to Dick Wolf and NBC, the story belongs to me, don't distribute or archive without my permission

I wrote this on New Year's Day, that explains the emphasis on December 31-January 1 99/00.

Hope you enjoy it.

Lights Out
by FanFiccer
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New Year's Eve passed through the DA's office with relative nonchalance. In that very city, millions gathered to say good-bye to a century. Jack McCoy had a far more compelling dance partner, the law. But even he had his limits. He closed the case file with a slight sigh. Slacks were traded for blue jeans an hour or two ago, but it took a glance at himself in a mirror to make him
call it a day.

Abbie stalked into his office. Back straight as a board, self-imposed and learned cynicism on her face. "Let's call it a night Jack. Even Adam said we can have the weekend off."

Jack started at the sound of her voice. Sandpaper mixed with broken glass. "Fine." He picked up his motorcycle helmet and left, mumbling a "Happy New Year" as he did.

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Mike had warned him of the danger in riding his bike on New Year's Eve, especially the last of the century and millennium. Jack didn't care. He loved the thrill, the hint of danger. Riding with that thrusting vibration, power between his legs brought him the high only a conviction could. Or
that a conviction used to, in happier times. Images of drunks sitting in a gutter and party hats tossed in the air flashed by him on his trek home.

His key slid into the lock easily. Warm and cozy, especially when brightened. Tonight the hallway and path to the living room were paved with a half-dozen candles, flickering.

Jack prepared to go back outside, race to a safe area and call the police. He may have been getting old, but not forgetful enough to leave candles burning. He didn't even like candles. Especially those with a stench passing as scented fruits or flowers. These were mercifully unscented.

A hand covered his eyes. The throaty chuckle came next, going straight to Jack's groin.

Mike Logan. Coworkers with little affection or respect for each other during the brief year they worked together, they met again after Claire's funeral. A friendship slowly evolved into love and a relationship. Claire did her best to look out for Jack during her life, Jack liked to think the love of
his life sent him Mike to continue looking out for him. Obsessive, Irish, passionate. The same factors that pitted them against each other in the beginning now drew them together.

Mike gently nibbled on his ear. A slight odor of Guinness lingered in his breath. Jack smiled. Mike was at his friskiest after a few pints. He leaned back into the strong arms pulling off his jacket. The tie went next, followed by Mike's free hand running over his white shirt. Nipples were
roughly pinched beneath the thin material. Flesh pressed against Jack's back and lower torso, indicating Mike was naked. The heat against him became unbearable, added to by Mike's mouth devouring his neck. Jack began humping against the cop's erection. He moved a hand to touch him, grasp him, anything to alleviate the frustration. Mike grabbed his arm and put it back in place.

"You're a mean drunk Logan."

A wet kiss landed on the back of his neck, the lips slowly moving around until they reached his Adam's Apple. "It takes a hell of a lot more than your watered-down booze to get me plastered."

"Come into my home and disparage my...OH" he groaned at teeth lightly nipping the skin near his collarbone.

"I'll move my hand if you promise to keep those baby blues closed."

Jack smirked. "And if I don't?"

"I'll beat you senseless."

Considering Mike's history as a police officer, Jack didn't take the threat lightly. In the back of his mind he acknowledged the humor in his lover's husky voice. "Go ahead. Ravage me."

Mike kissed him passionately, forcing his tongue between seductive lips. In the midst of assaulting Jack's pliant mouth, Mike moved a hand downward, ignoring shirt and pants, diving straight to skin. Jack groaned into his mouth when Mike grasped his cock, slowly pumping the organ to an even greater length.

A squeeze away from completion, Mike removed his hand, ignoring the cry of disappointment. Lips, hands, and tongue concentrated on the shirt. The highest button separated from buttonhole first, visible skin kissed gently. He slowly repeated the step for each button, for what seemed like an interminable period for Jack. The last button finally undone, Mike pushed the garment away. Nipples were slowly sucked, one at a time, before sharp, moan-inducing bites on each. Mike kissed a path down Jack's firm stomach, darting his tongue in and out of his navel. Ready to cry out, Jack did when he felt teeth lowering his zipper, exposing his boxer-clad erection. Instead
of relief, Mike teased, running his tongue over the head. Jack grabbed the sides of his head and attempted to push him forward, a plan foiled when Mike turned him around.

Still on his knees, Mike circled his hands around, removing the belt and tossing it into a dark corner. The pants fell around Jack's ankles. Mike removed them while running his tongue down Jack's back. Shoes and socks were quickly disposed of, followed by another spin around.

"If I wanted to play pin the tail on the donkey I would have asked."

Mike chuckled. "Impatient, impatient." Thumbs hooked into the waistband and pulled boxers down. Jack's erection sprung proudly, slapping against his stomach. Mike ran his tongue over the head. Two wet fingers probed Jack's hole. More inches moved into Mike's throat as he stuck the same fingers inside Jack, pushing until they hit the special area.

His head twisted to allow Jack's full length. A quick twist of his balls produced the desired result. Cries followed his seed pouring into Mike's throat. Mike pulled back, licking his lips. His fingers exited as he did. Jack almost let out a whimper at the intruders leading. Until he felt those
lips against his ear again, a hand clasping his. "Open your eyes, walk with me." The taunting, tawdry mouth clamped against his, Jack tasted himself unabashedly.

Through his lusty haze he briefly noted all the candles blown out, except a single small light in Mike's hand. They slowly walked into Jack's bedroom.

Mike smiled and pushed Jack onto the large bed. Breath blew the flame away, leaving Jack in darkness. He felt Mike's soft hands helping him onto his hands and knees, then a warmth near his ass. Far larger than fingers.

Mike leaned over to bite into his ear as he pushed himself into the depths. "Happy New Year baby."

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The following morning, Jack shifted in his silk sheets. As he stirred, a hand flew onto the other, vacant side. He realized he was alone. Mike must have left on a case, left a note probably. Jack reluctantly removed himself from the warm bed.

First day of a new century. He opened his sun-streaked curtain to look at the sky, at the buildings, the day. Nothing had changed, no rioting or troopers marching down the street. It took a few moments for him to realize he was standing in front of the clear window, stark naked. *Big deal*, his mind told him as he unconsciously adjusted himself. *If some fucker wants to get a peep, let 'em. Probably be the highlight of their day.*

He smiled while he closed the curtain. That side of his personality gone dormant before Mike, the side which roared back with a vengeance. Even potential exhibitionists have their limits, as Jack was thrilled the curtain stayed closed as the two men rang in the New Year hours before.

Only when he made it into the bathroom did he notice Mike standing in front of him. Dripping wet, clad in a body-hugging towel and a drowsy grin. "Morning McCoy."

Jack nodded as he urinated. "Hear anything about Y2K?"

Mike ran a hand through his hair. "No. In the shower, I did notice the water was a little different, but it's easy to get used to. Except this..."
he
grimaced. Jack turned around after finishing. "What? What?"

Mike ripped the towel off. "Shampoo bottles are alive! Aaagh!" Jack stared in disbelief at the jester, a large, empty bottle attached to his penis. Mike jiggled it around for effect.

"Mike, if we can't get that off, you're going to the ER alone."

Mike grabbed Jack's hand and placed it on the plastic, slipping the container off easily with a tug. "See how easy that was? Worrywart."

"You should've seen me a year or two ago."

"I can only imagine. Let me guess, now we must say good-bye so you can read a paper or call Schiff to see if everything's fine."

Jack grinned, grasping Mike's firm erection. "That can wait." He pulled him forward with a tug, meeting the surprised man's mouth a steamy kiss. "We have unfinished business."

Mike chuckled as they slowly descended to the floor. "Oh I just bet we do."

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