#If you wanna have an argument you can see I'm clearly willing to lol although i prefer off anon

[gaymelie]

Awww i got blocked I think that means i won the argument. I don't think they had a good comeback for "bruh I never even argued with your opinion i just said your information is wrong" and yet somehow they assumed i was the idiot here. Like is it so hard to make your point with correct information?

[boomboxfic]

An intriguing proposition

(barely nsfw Ben Stone/Mike Logan drabble)

My life is all WIPs - buuuuut I do have a lot of free time coming up, so will get my ass in gear to finish long-standing projects. Anyway, enjoy this one. I'm sure it'll be a longer one-shot, and it does show promise lol ==========

A typical Friday night

Ben Stone’s apartment

The familiar sounds of two lovers enjoying one another filled a dimly lit bedroom in uptown Manhattan. With comfortable familiarity and undeniable passion, the two men, fire and ice in stark contrast, worked toward their peak. 

Breathing heavily, Ben Stone rose over his lover Mike Logan, buried to the hilt, moving with surprising strength as he focused all his attention on pushing Mike over the edge. Although they both wanted the moment to last forever, it was impossible for the two to stave off the eventual end, and the two surrendered to the beautiful climax, voices melding as they cried out hoarsely as they rode out the waves of their orgasm.  

Ben Stone and Mike Logan. Complete opposites. Their relationship was certainly one that defied comprehension, but in some strange way, the two men complimented one another in ways no one could expect. 

Breathing hard, Ben slipped out of Mike and rolled onto his back. As he focused on seeing straight, Mike began to speak. 

 “So, I wanna try something…”

Ben cocked an eyebrow at his partner questioningly. “At least let me catch my breath first.”

“No, no. I don’t mean right now.” Mike chuckled as he turned onto his side, his right hand drawing random shapes on Ben’s chest before draping across his body. 

Ben leaned in to press a kiss onto the top of Mike’s pate. “Okay?”

“Are you ready?”

“If my sense of trepidation is a proper indicator, no.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not so bad. Just one time, I wanna blow you while you’re sitting at your desk.”

Ben couldn’t ignore the involuntary flash of heat at Mike’s brash confession. Having Mike under his desk was an interesting prospect, a tempting fantasy that brought Ben to orgasm many times, but professionalism was a cruel mistress. 

“Mike, we can’t. You know we need to appear professional in public, especially in our work lives.” Ben pondered further, clearly interested in adapting Mike’s proposal into a similar arrangement. “However, I wouldn’t be opposed if you’d do that from under the kitchen table or at my desk in the study.”

“Nope.” Mike was playfully adamant, tilting his face up to smile toothily at Ben, “I wanna do it at One Hogan Place.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw, c’mon Ben.” Mike pouted as he rested his chin on Ben’s chest. 

“Mike, no.”

Realizing that this argument was going nowhere, Mike changed tactics, placing his hand on Ben's half-hard length, smirking at the groan that slipped out of the prosecutor. “I think your body doth protest, Counselor.”

“It knows damn well it’s a bad idea, Detective.” Ben huffed, willing his body to resist, and when that didn’t work, Ben calmly, yet reluctantly, removed Mike’s hand from his crotch. 

He was determined to win this argument, dammit. Mike couldn’t get his way all the time. 

However, Mike was undeterred, and Ben could feel his fingers creeping tip by tip along his side, across his hipbone toward Ben’s groin. 

“Mike.”

“Are you suddenly opposed to getting fondled in bed?”

“Of course I’m not!” Ben replied quickly, “I’m just…suspicious of your blatantly ulterior motive.”

“Which is?”

“Drive me crazy here and get me to agree to your insane idea.”

“It’s not a bad idea.”

“It IS.” Ben reiterated. “Besides, there’s no way you can fit under there.”

Mike let out a small sound of victory as Ben internally cursed himself. By now, Mike’s hand was lackadaisically stroking Ben’s member to full hardness. 

“Sounds like you’re considering my proposal, Ben.”

“I thought about it. That doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to it.”