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“For exceptional service and sacrifice in the line of duty, Officer John Logan.”

People applauded and some even cheered.  Logan glanced down at the medal, Was it worth it, Chuck?

Five hundred pounds of cocaine. The number still seemed unreal to him, even after he had personally overseen the weighing, bagging, and destruction of every last ounce.  Millions of dollars worth of the shit.  Hell, he hadn’t taken a bullet for the mayor or nothin’, but it was still freakin’ incredible, even to him.  New York City, she’s a hell of a town alright.

The mayor walked over to him, “Hello, Officer Logan!” 

Logan stuck out his hand and wasn’t all to surprised when the mayor hugged him instead with a hefty thump on the back.  Mayor Larkin was a walking mass of charm and charisma, on TV as well as in person.

“Hell of a job, Logan, one hell of a job!”  His waif of a wife smiled politely.

“Uh, thank you, sir.  Thank you very much.”  He responded nervously.  He glanced to his left and froze.

He had feiry copper hair, glowing softly in the dim hall lighting.  Fantastic hazel eyes, a quick smile, and a body that just wouldn’t stop.  He suddenly had a hard-on that felt so big he wouldn’t have been surprised to look over and seen he had speared Mrs. Larkin.

As if on queue, a cool hand pressed onto his, “Are you O.k., Officer?”

He blinked owlishly at her, “Yeah, thanks.  Hey, where’d the mayor go?”

She laughed gratingly, “He just wandered off.  He has the attention span of an eight-year-old.”

Logan slammed the door on the men’s room and hurried over to splash water on his face.  He had spent most of the evening trying not to look over at the red-head.  Just as he started to calm down, he’d catch sight of him and his dick would start to throb.  He looked down at the carefully concealed bulge in his trousers.  Your just not going to go away, are you? He sighed and headed over to one of the stalls.  He was going to get rid of it one way or another. 

He swore as the door started to open and spun quickly back to the sink. 

“You enjoying the show?”  The red head leaned against the door, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

 Shit.  “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“You’ve been staring at me f’ the entire night.”

Logan frowned at the slight accent, trying to place it. “Don’t flatter yerself.  If that’s supposed to be a come-on or something…”

He held up a hand, “Fine.  I’d suggest y’ keep your eyes to yourself from now on.  People might get the wrong idea.” 

He turned and Logan saw by the tightness in his shoulders that he was quite angry.  “Wait.”  He turned.  “I’m sorry.”

He considered that before nodding, “Apology accepted.”  He turned to leave again. 

“Wait.” What the hell was he doing?

The red-head turned, and a ghost of a smile eased Logan a bit, “Yes…?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, “What’s the right idea?”

Red head stared at him for a long moment, head cocked to the side.  Finally he reached into his tuxedo and pulled out a business card.  He laid it on the edge of the sink, unwilling to break the safe bit of space between them.  He left without a word.

He shoulda known.  He read the paper, had seen pictures of the redhead before.  All of them grainy black & whites, didn’t do nearly enough justice.

One of the top prosecuting attorneys in NYC and he hadn’t even had an inkling of recognition.  Some cop he was.  Remy LeBeau, so the New Orleans accent still lurked behind the years at Columbia and the gutters of the NYC legal system.  He was loaded by now, cultured, educated.  Why would he want to go slumming it with a grunt in blue?  True he was no ordinary grunt; he was a captain, one of the best in Narcs in a few years.  Still…

The phone rang.  Logan glanced nervously at the clock, 10:30 pm. Too late, he was probably asleep.

“Hello?”

It came through clearly; he was awake, “Hi.  It’s, uh, Captain Logan from the thing Monday night.”

“I’m glad you called.”  I’m glad you called.  Not, ‘who?’ Or ‘Oh.’

Logan smiled, “Glad you answered.”

“Do you want to come over?”  Logan’s heart sped up.

“Ah, well…” 

“It’s alright, it was just a suggestion.” 

Logan could hear disappointment, “No, it’s not that.  It’s just…been a while since…”

“Mmm…I’d meet somewhere more public, but-“

He understood all too well. 

“No, I’d like to come over, if it’s not too late…?”

“I keep late hours.”

He answered the door in simple drawstring sweats and a light colored hooded sweatshirt.  It put Logan at ease and he wondered it if it was a calculated move on Remy's part.

"Hey," he said, "Brought booze."  He had debated for a long time on what to bring over.  Something between trying too little (Budweiser) and too hard (his really old bottle of Scotch).  He had decided on Kentucky Bourbon, hoping that everyone from the South had to appreciate Bourbon.

"Thanks," he said, eyeing the contents, "Straight up or on the rocks?"  He asked, walking over to the kitchen.

"Straight up,"  he answered, tentatively stepping inside.

"Make yourself at home,"  he said, stepping out of the kitchen with two glasses, one with ice.  He poured and sat in the plush couch opposite the chair where Logan had sat.  "So how long has it been?" He asked with one quirked eyebrow.

Logan coughed, "Seven years.  You?"

Remy sipped his Bourbon, stretching out long legs across the couch, "Man or woman?"

"You're bi then?"

He nodded, "That a problem?"

Maybe, bisexuals were said to be flighty, but that was hardly a problem, right?  "Nah.  Man."

Remy smiled, "Three years."

There was a long silence, "So…Why can't you ever lock up anything we send y'?"

Remy laughed, "Why can't you grunts keep from messing up every damn piece of evidence out there?"

He chuckled and then got up slowly, trying not to spook the other man.  But Remy was sharp and folded up his legs in invitation.  Logan slid next to the warm body.

"What's a fine young thing like you doing on a couch like this, darlin'?" He asked, with a slight smile.  Remy smiled back and instead of responding out loud, simply held up his hand and crooked a finger.  It was all the invitation Logan needed to crawl across the wide expanse of torso and softly kiss him.  As the kiss deepened, Logan felt those long legs unfurl out from under him and slowly wrap around his body.

He stopped for a second, hearing a sound somewhere in the corner.  Suddenly, Logan caught something in the corner of his eye, flying towards them.

"Shit!"  He rolled off Remy in one smooth motion. He scanned the room and saw nothing until he heard Remy laughing.

"Relax, cher, it's just the cat," he said laughing.  Logan looked in Remy's lap and saw that it was indeed a very large, black she-cat.

"Christ, you could've warned me," he said, pissed off for being such a fool.

Remy couldn't quite stop chuckling.  "I'm sorry," he said standing up and pushing the cat off.  He walked slowly behind Logan and started rubbing his shoulders.  "She doesn't bite," he whispered into Logan's ear, "But I do."  He nipped Logan's earlobe playfully.

Logan pulled him around and kissed him as thoroughly as he knew how.  He ran his thumb over one sharp cheekbone back to thick, silky hair.  Finally, Remy pulled back, gasping a bit.  Hazel eyes stared into his blue ones with frightening intensity.  He felt a sudden pity for all the defense attorneys out there.  He gently tugged Logan forward, and his heart raced as he saw the bedroom in front of them. 

He stopped abruptly, "Remy, wait."

He waited, silently.  Logan drew a breath and tried to calm the throbbing in his dick, "I don't want you to think I'm just some sort of…sex-fiend.  If you don't want to do this, you can just say so.  I don't want to take…advantage."  

Remy smiled, "That's so sweet.  But, if I invited you over to play tiddlywinks, I would have said so."  He turned and walked in the bedroom, shrugging off his sweatshirt as he went.

Logan smiled too and followed him.  He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it next to the sweatshirt.  He closed the door behind them to keep out the damned cat and walked forward to where Remy was standing, hand on hip.

Moonlight soaked into Remy's golden tan and gave him the softest glow.  It caressed his auburn tresses and danced off long eyelashes. 

Logan reached up to smooth an errant lock of Remy's hair. "You're beautiful," he said directly.

 Remy laughed and looked away awkwardly, the first time Logan had seen him unsettled.  "I mean it," he said.

Remy just shrugged, and grabbed his belt buckle, "Thanks." 

Logan opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it close and clenched his jaw as Remy's hand found his dick.  The sound of his fly being unzipped was abnormally loud in the dark room.  Hands grabbed his pants and boxers and tugged them off, Logan kicking them to the side.  Only when warm breath whispered across his belly did Logan look down.

Remy looked at him from below, one hand wrapped loosely around his dick.  He gave him a quick crooked smile before turning his head and closing his eyes.  Logan also shut his eyes and listened to the soft crackle of the condom wrapper for a timeless moment.  Suddenly, contact, and his hands flew to Remy's head with supersonic speed.  Logan stared at the ceiling, all his will going to keep from bucking or grabbing the soft hair beneath his hands.  Remy pulled back, swirling his tongue around the head, and Logan groaned.  He thought desperately about booking procedure, sweaty junkies, corpses, anything but-

"Fuck."  

He opened his eyes and dimly walked the two steps before sitting down heavily on the bed. 

The bed creaked as Remy settled to his side somewhere.  He gathered his breath and looked behind to where Remy was stretched out, leaning back against his arms.  Logan placed a hand squarely on his chest and pushed.  Remy sprawled obligingly and watched as Logan hopped on the bed.  He leaned over and untied the tie at Remy's waist before grabbing a leg and tugging.  He threw the sweats to the side and took a moment to appreciate what was in front of him.  Remy was the best-looking thing to ever lay with him, certainly too good looking for an old man like him.  Long bones and taught muscles that came from good breeding.  Stark contrast to his own thick body and grizzly muscle.  He had a mean looking mug back in his army days, now it was downright frightening. 

A foot running up his leg startled him out of his revelry, "Y' going to keep me waiting all night?"

He fell gracefully, straddling Remy, "Just trying to build up the suspense."  Remy laughed at that (damn he loved that loved that laugh) and Logan smiled as he leaned forward to nibble at a nipple.  Remy hummed softly above him, the sound rumbling quietly in his barrel-chest.  He teased the other nipple as he reached down to stroke the hard dick beneath him.  He worked his way down before sitting up.

"Rubber?"  He asked gruffly.

"Top drawer…" He fumbled for it and finally found and opened the damn thing.  He eased it down and followed with his mouth.  Remy cried out and his legs writhed at Logan's side.  He was a moaner, each low sound excited Logan's blood.  Just as his jaw started to ache, Remy arched under him, frozen for a moment, before slumping on the bed. 

Now it became awkward.  Logan decided to leave first.  He hopped off and searched for his pants.

"Ah, so you're one of those."

Logan looked up from his zipper, "One of what?"

Remy rolled over to eye him, half-smile firmly in place, "'Uh oh, just had sex, better make a run for it."

Logan eyed him back, trying to make out his features in the dark, "You want me to stay?"

Remy snorted and hopped off the bed, "Well, when you put it that way, I guess not.  Go ahead and run away."

Logan was getting pissed, "Look if you want me to stay then just say so.  I was just trying to make you feel less awkward."

Remy's voice answered from some distant corner, "By leaving? You could have just asked me."

"Do you want me to stay?"  He asked quietly.

Remy sighed.  He flicked the light on and Logan winced. "Maybe you should go, Logan.  I'm sorry I'm so snappy, I feel a headache coming on."

Logan felt a pang of guilt, "It's alright."

Remy walked over to him, unashamed of his nakedness.  Logan had to avert his eyes to calm himself.  Remy gently touched his forearm lightly, "Will you come over again?"

Hell, yes, he wanted to say.  "If you'll have me, yeah."

He walked to the door and waited for Remy, who was slipping on a robe.  They kissed softly, it was comfortable, like with an old lover. 

"Good night."

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Remy proposed dinner and a movie at his place and that’s where Logan ended up tonight.

He found Remy in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on rosemary chicken.  He ran a hand over Remy’s ass as he bent down to get something from the fridge.

“Lo-gan.”  He warned.

“Can’t help myself, darlin’.  Seein’ ya all domestic like this, it’s driving me nuts.”

He laughed and suddenly he was in Logan’s arms, kissing him passionately.  Logan held him tight, fighting a groan when Remy’s tongue darted teasingly into his mouth.

They made small talk as they ate, sharing office stories sprinkled liberally with cop/lawyer bashing.  It was a guarded conversation and all Logan got out of it was that Remy worked long hours.  He was curious to know of Remy’s past, but was unwilling to pry.

“What movie did you rent?”

“Seven.”

Logan chuckled, “The one where the defense lawyer is carved up?”

Remy shrugged, smiling, “It’s got Kevin Spacey and those cute cops.  What more could a boy want?”

“Even Morgan Freeman?  Isn’t he a little old fer ya, darlin’?

“I don’t like boys.  They’re too…stupid.”

Logan chuckled, “So you’re sayin’ grizzly old men like me are your type?  Surely there are some handsome older executives floating around that’d love bein’ with ya.”

Remy shrugged again, “They’re too shallow, no character.”  He moved closer to Logan, “Why are you so self-depreciating?  You’re very attractive.”

Logan snorted, embarrassed, and Remy frowned, “*I’m* very attracted to you.  You’ve got this…animalistic quality to you.  And outside the sack, I could see you were kind and loyal.”

Logan tried to fight the blush working over him, he did not blush.  “You could see all that across the room?”

Remy smiled, “You try sitting through hundreds of jury deliberations.  I’m a very good judge of character.”

Logan realized Remy was serious.  *He found Logan attractive.*  His head swelled at that, it had been a long time since someone had said that to him.  He grabbed Remy’s hand and lightly pressed the tips of his fingers against his lips.

“Thanks, darlin’.”  He said simply.  Remy traced his lips for a second before letting his hand drop.

They watched the movie and Logan was in Heaven.  Remy lay back against him, one of his arms around his chest, the other gently stroking russet hair.  He could really get used to this. 

As the credits rolled, Logan could feel a hand traveling provocatively up his thigh.  Remy turned his head up with a naughty grin, “David Bowie makes me so hot.”  He growled.

Logan laughed and leaned over to start kissing him along the neck.  He squirmed and his spine jostled against his dick, causing Logan to groan.  Remy twisted in his lap so they could kiss.  They pulled apart with a smack and Remy started to plant wet kisses up Logan’s neck.

Remy’s squirming against his groin was maddening, so when he whispered throatily in Logan’s ear, “I want you inside of me.”  He nearly came right there.  He pushed him off a little.

“On the couch?”  He asked hoarsely.

Remy’s eyes widened at that, “Yes!  Take your clothes off, I’ll be right back.”

Logan’s heart was going a mile a minute, thumping in his ears.  The thought of being inside that tight warmth, that long body arching under him…his hips bucked at the air.  He ripped off his clothes and resisted the urge to maul Remy as he walked back.  He too was naked and his dick jutted out proudly.  He tossed him a condom and lube.  He clutched them in one hand as he kissed Remy with fevered passion. 

He turned Remy around and positioned them against one of the couch arms.  Remy squirmed, rubbing his dick against the soft fabric.  He eased two lubed fingers into Remy, careful to be gentle.  He scissored them and pulled out.  He ripped open the condom, the wrapper flying in two pieces off to the side.  He slid it on and slathered it with lube.  All he could hear was their combined heavy breathing as he leaned forward, pressing against Remy’s puckered opening. 

Remy cried out as he pierced him, otherwise he slid in smoothly.  As if it couldn’t be tight enough suddenly all that tight muscle clenched around his dick.  He thought his heart would explode from his chest.  The urge to hump was too much and he leaned over and started in with a slow rhythm. 

“Harder.”  Came the rasped order beneath him and he was only too eager to comply.  He thrust madly until he came.  Stars exploded and planets collided before everything became white and then slowly normal. 

As he lay gasping like a beached fish, a voice came from under him,

“Do you think semen comes out of velour?”