Title: What Happens to a Fifty-Three Year Old Catcher

Author: Python

Fandom: Law & Order

Pairing: Briscoe/Logan

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

any feedback is appreciated

Note: I was inspired to do a piece of Lennie/Mike fluff after that one fic appeared..."Out of the mouths..." It was something like that. It was a conversation between Ed and Lennie. Sorry to that author, if I got the title wrong. Plus, I had a softball game on Sunday and that helped put this in my head, too.

What Happens to a Fifty-Three Year Old Catcher

by Python

Lennie Briscoe's body protested as he eased down into the tub of hot water. His muscles were sore and his back and knees hurt. The hot water immediately helped to soothe the pain and he relaxed. He put his head back and shut his eyes.

Lennie would be sore for the next few days. He just knew it. And it was all Mike Logan's fault. Mike was the one that insisted that he play in that stupid precinct softball game. He should have said no and stuck to it. But all Mike had to do was ask and give him that lopsided, sexy grin.

Lennie remembered it clearly. One morning, a week before the game, he woke up with half of Mike's body on top of him. He ran a hand through Mike's thick hair and Mike purred against his chest. "Morning," he said.

"Morning," Mike murmured.

Lennie tried to move, but Mike held him down. "We've got to get ready for work, Mike."

Mike growled. "Unfortunately." He rolled off Lennie and laid on his back. He covered his eyes with his arm, not quite ready to face the day.

Lennie sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed the back of his neck. Then, he looked over his shoulder at his beautiful Mike. "Wanna shower with me?"

Mike's eyebrow rose and then he grinned. "Sounds like fun to me."

The two men got out of bed and Lennie noticed a black and blue bruise on Mike's side that he hadn't seen before. It wasn't there the last time they had sex a couple nights before. "Where did you get that?" Lennie asked.

"The softball game last night, got hit by a pitch," Mike answered.

"Great," Lennie replied sarcastically.

Mike shrugged. "It doesn't matter. We won anyway."

"That's good."

Mike nudged Lennie as they stepped into the bathroom. "You should come out and play with us," he said, closing the door.

Lennie shook his head. "Me? No way."

"I heard that, back in the day, you used to play all the time."

Lennie turned the shower on. "Back in the day is the operative term there, Mike."

The two stepped into the tub. Mike pulled the curtain closed. Lennie's back was to him as Lennie looked up into the stream of water. He put his arms around Lennie's waist. "Oh, come on, I know how much stamina you have."

Lennie ducked out from beneath the water and ran his hands through his wet hair. Then, he turned to face Mike and turned them around so that Mike was under the water. "No."

Mike let himself get drenched before shaking his head, spraying more water at Lennie. "What position did you play?"

"Catcher," Lennie answered. "And the answer is still no." He was fifty-three years old. His body would punish him if he tried playing that position again.

Mike trailed his hands down Lennie's sides. "The position where all the action is."

Lennie growled when Mike leaned in and began nipping at his bottom lip. "Yeah, but my knees wouldn't appreciate it if I tried it again."

Mike grinned. "Come on, Len. At least come out. You don't even have to play every inning."

"Why?"

"Because I love seeing you sweat," Mike answered, grabbing Lennie's hips and pulling Lennie against him.

Lennie felt Mike's growing erection. The rational part of his brain told him to say no again, that he would regret it if he let Mike change his mind. But he wasn't really paying attention to that part of his brain, especially not after Mike kissed him.

Then, Mike showed Lennie that grin again. How was Lennie supposed to refuse? He was only human. "All right, Mike, but I know that I'm going to regret this."

"Don't worry," Mike replied, his dark eyes lit with amusement. "I'll take good care of you."

Lennie smiled at the memory. Mike had taken good care of him in that shower. Without thinking about it, he began stroking himself.

"Lennie, where are you?" Mike's voice called out.

Lennie snapped back to the present. "In here."

Mike opened the door to the bathroom and quietly padded in in his bare feet. He stood next to the tub and saw that Lennie's eyes were still shut. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just really sore."

"I'm sorry. I really didn't expect you to have to catch that game. Pete was supposed to be there."

Lennie opened his eyes to meet Mike's and shrugged. "It's all right, Mike. I'll live. But when Van Buren asks why I'm walking slower than normal, you have to come up with the excuse."

"Okay," Mike said. He crouched next to the tub. "Hey, I was impressed with you, though. You threw out all the base stealers but one and went three for four."

"I was lucky."

Mike chuckled. "And we're also lucky to be off for the next two days."

"Yeah. So, I'll have a little time to recover. Did you get Scott home okay?"

"Yeah. Why he had to drink so much during the game, I don't know." Mike saw the evidence of what Lennie had been thinking about when he looked down into the clear water. "Is there something that I can help you with?" he asked with a smirk.

Lennie laughed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mike straightened up and began to strip. First came his t-shirt, showing off a well muscled chest. Then, came his shorts and briefs, revealing the rest of his strong body. He proudly grinned down at Lennie.

Lennie licked his lips. "You're so beautiful, Mike."

Mike's grin got sly. "You know that flattery with get you everywhere with me, Lennie."

Lennie shifted in the tub but even that small movement caused him to wince. His body just had to remind him again that being a fifty-three year old catcher was not a good thing, even in slow pitch softball. "No more softball for me, Mike. I don't care what you do."

Mike crouched next to the tub again. "Fair enough." He took Lennie's arm and gave him a quick but heated kiss. "I said that I'd take good care of you. I think I can take your mind off the pain."

This time it was Lennie who initiated the kiss. "You're welcome to try." He grinned. "But just don't make it worse."

Mike's smile was tender. "I'll be gentle."

"Then, I put myself entirely in your hands."

The End