Author's Note: All apologies to those who have been waiting for additional chapters. Weeks ago I experienced a severe virus infection and computer crash and lost nearly all of my documents. I have had to re-write all chapters not yet added to the site; a daunting task. I hope the re-writes live up to the previous published chapters. I would be eager to hear from all who wrote previously. I fear that I have lost many e-mails as well as documents. Thank you for the support and patience.
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Eliot shifted awkwardly as Olivia exited his hospital room. Here he was laid up in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound when he would rather have been home. It wasn't a serious wound, but the doctors insisted he stay over night for observation. Now he was bored out of his mind.
"Eliot," Eliot looked to the door and grinned at Brian Cassidy as he entered the room.
"Hey Bri'," Eliot grinned
"I heard that you were injured." He frowned.
"Nothing serious," Eliot shrugged. "Just another war scar." He chuckled.
"I'd hardly call a gunshot wound a miner scar." Brian reprimanded.
"Awww," Eliot teased, "were you worried about me babe?"
Brian huffed. "As a matter of fact I was."
"Well don't worry, you're stuck with me." He assured cockily.
"Am I?" Brian ventured, head bent.
"Yeah!" Eliot sobered a bit, "what's with the insecurities?"
Brian shrugged. He couldn't exactly say that he'd just over heard Olivia and Eliot discussing the unsigned divorce papers sent from Kathy still sitting somewhere in Eliot's home.
"Come here." Eliot said.
Brian walked closer.
"Touch me," Eliot instructed. "I'm alright."
Brian tentatively reached our and placed his hand on Eliot's flat stomach. Eliot shivered a bit at the contact. Immediately he was throwing a boner despite the discomfort of his wound. It never ceased to amaze Eliot how a simple touch from Brian always made him hot and ready.
Brian grinned as he noted Eliot's boner poking the sheet covering him from the waist down.
"Does that look like its going anywhere," Eliot said lowly, "except maybe up your tight ass."
Brian colored, but lowered his hand down Eliot's body. Eliot tensed the moment Brian's hand slide beneath the sheet.
"Bri'," Eliot cautioned looking quickly to the door.
"The beauty of hospitals are these paper gowns they make you wear," Brian's hand gently gripped Eliot's hard cock and stroked it gently.
"Bri'," Eliot squirmed as Brian palmed his raging boner, "this isn't such a bright idea."
"It isn't," Brian caressed Eliot's length with his warm palm and fingers. He ran the tip of his finger over Eliot's bulbous cock head. He was pleased at the moist drop of precum that clung to the tip.
"Bri," Eliot bit his lower lip and squirmed his hips as Brian's hand stroked faster. "Mmmmmm," Eliot hummed as Brian's fingers constricted about him. Brian pumped faster and Eliot's breathing deepened. "Ugh," Eliot bucked his hips to meet Brian's strokes. Brian grinned at his ability to make the hunky Stabler a quivering mass.
"I....I'm getting.....close....babe," Eliot rasped in short breaths. "Oh God!" Eliot squirmed and bucked his hips upward as his body tensed. "Oh yeahhhhhhhh ahhhhhh ughhhhhhh," Eliot's cock head exploded a rush of spoog that was captured and held in Brian's palm. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," Eliot hissed as he pumped the last of his load into Brian's hand.
Brian pulled his cum coated hand from the sheet and smiled.
Eliot chuckled, "damn! That was nice."
"This is even nicer," Brian added as he lifted his cum pooled palm and extended his tongue to lap it up. "Mmmmmm," he marveled as he let the cum run along his tongue.
"Come here," Eliot repeated the earlier demand.
Brian moved and Eliot grabbed him and pulled him over until their lips met. Eliot ran the tip of his tongue along Brian's lips and could taste his own seed. Brian opened his mouth and Eliot's tongue snaked against his scooping up a bit of his own sperm.
"Mmmmmmm," Eliot murmured as the two men kissed deeply. Both swallowed the spoog hungrily. When Eliot pulled away, he grinned broadly. "Damn, I wish I had you home in my bed right now."
Brian shrugged. "I guess this will have to hold you over," he winked conspiratorially, "until I sneak back in later tonight."
Eliot gripped Brian's hand and yanked it back beneath the sheet covering his spent cock. "This will be waiting," he assured.
In another room John Munch was on a hospital bed awkwardly resting on his side. Finn was sitting in a seat at his side. Munch flinched awkwardly in pain.
"I was worried about you bro'" Finn said seriously. "I thought that I'd have to break in a new partner."
"Fat," Munch winced, "chance."
"Where did they hit you at?" Finn hadn't been appraised of Eliot or Munch's wounds.
"My ass!" Munch sniped. "Want to kiss it and make it better?" Munch's sarcasm laced Fin's awkward silence. Munch laughed, "what's the matter bro'?"
Finn gave Munch a cold look and then rose, walking to the door. Munch expected Fin to walk out of the room but Finn merely made sure the door was securely closed. He walked back to Munch and sat again. The silence continued.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Munch pressed sarcastically
"No," Fin slid from the chair to his knees before Munch's bare butt. "Your ass," he answered as he moved his face closer to Munch's crack. Fin lifted his hands and pulled apart the white cheeks, exposing Munch's tight ring. He thrust his tongue out and moved closer, breaching the muscular ring with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooooooooooo," Munch wiggled back against Fin's face pressed between his cheeks.
"Mnmph," Fin thrust his tongue deeply, licking the pink walls of Munch's hot hole. The tongue grazed the smooth inner walls and the rectum muscles clenched around instinctively. "Mmmmmm," Fin spread the cheeks further and pressed his face closer burrowing deeper.
"Oh," Munch jerked as Fin's tongue stroked his prostate. "Yeahhhh," Munch reached down and pressed Fin's head closer. "Reallllllllll nice," he commended as Fin slurped loudly against his hole.
Fin pressed his lips against Munch's ass lips and tongue fucked his partner breathing in along Munch's crack. "Mnmph," he gurgled again. He pressed the prostate with his tongue tip again. A drizzle of precum soaked the sheet still draped in front of Munch's boner.
"Ohhhhh eatttt ittttt," Munch hummed as Finn rimmed his ass. "Mmmmmmm."
Fin kissed the ring deeply, his tongue tip massaging Munch's throbbing prostate.
"Ughhhhhhh shittttttttt," Munch's cock spurted cum into the sheet as his body tensed and jerked. "Yeahhhhhhhhhh," Munch panted as he grabbed the sheet and held it to his emptying cock.
Fin pulled away, "better, huh?" He teased.
"Oh yeah my friend," Munch chuckled.
"Good," Finn nodded cockily. "My next injury," he instructed, "you return the favor."
"Right," Munch nodded with a grin.
John 'Hawk' Hawkins sauntered into Eliot Stabler's hospital room unannounced. Brian Cassidy stood up awkwardly from the side of the bed.
"Hawk," Eliot greeted.
Hawk noted the hot little number at Stabler's side. Hawk remembered the twink from the parking garage. He was even sexier up close. "I heard you were playing cowboy." Hawk said in a drawl.
Eliot noted the way Hawk looked at Brian and tensed. "So you came by for a sympathy visit," he said flatly.
Hawk noted the changed tone and looked at Eliot sharply. "Just wanted to make sure that I'd have you smug ass around a bit longer."
"Yeah, well, I'm fine." Eliot said watching him carefully.
"Are you going to introduce me to you," Hawk deliberately paused, "your friend?"
"Brian was just leaving," Eliot averred.
"I'm Brian Cassidy," Brian extended a hand in greeting, missing the underlying current between the other two men.
"Hawk," Hawk grinned clasping Brian's hand in his own. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"Nice to meet you," Brian returned.
"Brian," Eliot stressed.
"Yeah, well," Brian frowned, "I guess I'll leave the two of you alone." He wasn't exactly sure why Eliot wanted him to leave, but the body language was apparent. Brian hoped that Eliot wasn't ashamed of him. Brian shuffled from the room.
"Bri'," Eliot's voice stopped him, "later?" For some strange reason Eliot was insecure and jealous as hell of Hawk.
"Yeah," Brian brightened.
Brian left the room and both Hawk and Eliot watched him silently. Hawk turned back to Eliot as the door closed.
"A friend from the force?" Hawk probed.
"Let's cut the shit," Eliot said sourly. "Hands off! He belongs to me!"
Hawk's eyes widened at the feral protective response from Eliot. He hadn't expected Stabler to be so open about his affair with the hot little number. He wondered where that left Eliot's wife Kathy.
"No problem Stabler," Hawk lifted his hands. "Message received loud and clear."
Eliot viewed him through narrowed eyes. Hawk had better understand or Eliot would kick the shit out of him.
"I get it Eliot," Hawk repeated. "He's yours." Hawk chuckled. "I had no idea that you'd be one to get some on the side from another dude. Does Kathy know?"
For a moment Eliot thought of the divorce papers and his marriage. Months before Kathy had been the most important thing in his life and he'd been desperate to hold his family together, but now....
to be continued.