Early evening and the end of Ed's shift found him standing outside of Hogan Place. Thinking again, looking up to the tenth floor windows, checking the lights. Without any further hesitation, he walked into the building, directly to the elevator. A car arrived. He boarded and hit the ten.

Knowing that the job had to be done, and knowing what the possible consequences might be, Ed was still resolute as the elevator carried him up. He'd noticed the recent change in clothing choices. The lacy tops, cut low to reveal nothing. The short skirts, hiked high when perched on a desk, or table, meant to tantalize, to invite. He had to do something, before it got out of hand.

It was mostly quiet as he stepped off the elevator; the only sound he could distinguish was the distant swishing of a mop dragging across a floor. He walked a few steps until he could see Jack McCoy's doorway. It was closed, blinds were open, light was still on. Good. He took a few more steps until he could see into the room. The man at the desk was hunched over his work, flipping through pages of case law. Good.

Ed walked softly yet quickly past the office and continued his recon work. Serena Southerlyn's office looked empty and as he got closer he was pleased to see that it actually was. Her coat was there, as was her purse. Good. He pulled a pre-written note out of his pocket and dropped it on her desk, where she couldn't miss it. He smiled, and left, going back the way he'd come.

He took a deep breath as he approached Jack's door, swallowing his grin and preparing himself. There was no need to knock, so he entered the office without preamble, and immediately turned to his left and worked to close the blinds to the hallway. He heard the noise behind him, the slight scrape of the chair, the pen dropping onto the legal pad, the gentle chuckle. After he'd adjusted the slats to his liking, leaving enough space for light to be seen, he walked straight to Jack's desk.

By this time, the Executive Assistant District Attorney had returned to his work. With sleeves rolled up and tie loosened and his head propped in his hand, Jack read his law book. Ed studied him, appreciating the play of muscles in the toned forearms, the silver hair that flopped over his brow, the glint of gold from the heavy ring as Jack turned the page. The grace of the hand's movement. A hand that had glided across the skin of his own hip twelve hours before. Ed's stomach fluttered.

He positioned himself behind the other man, and rested on the edge of the credenza. He reached out and started to massage Jack's shoulders. "You're working too hard," he said, breaking the silence.

Jack sat up straighter to receive the full benefits of the kneading. Ed smiled.

"I know," Jack answered, "can't be helped. I'm almost finished."

"We were supposed to have dinner an hour ago."

"Was it good?"

Ed leaned in and put his mouth near Jack's ear. "Don't know - I'm waiting for you. By the way, I saw Serena leave. She said to say good-night." He increased the pressure of the massage, and Jack moaned softly.

"Okay. Oh, yeah, keep doing that, right there..."

It was the moan that got to him; it always did. Still massaging, he kissed the cheek that was just a foot away, working his lips slowly across the man's jaw, then under his ear, and to his neck. Jack rolled his head to the side and Ed smiled, and quieted the massage, and increased the movement of his lips, adding a lick or two. Jack shuddered so subtly that blood began to pool below Ed's waist.

"Thank you for closing the blinds," Jack murmured.

Ed sucked on an earlobe for a moment. "Just trying to take care of you."

"Need to finish this..."

To Ed, that was an invitation. He sat back and turned Jack around so they were face to face. Before the other man could make a protest, he moved, and kissed him full on, feeling the pliant lips beneath his move, too. Then a hand, snaking up his chest, and around to the back of his neck, pulling their mouths more intensely together. Ed moved again, taking Jack's arms and hauling him upright as he stood. For a suspended beat their kisses slowed, then Jack parted his lips and traced the edge of Ed's with the tip of his tongue.

They made a similar sound, deep in their throats, and wrapped arms around smoothly, and thrust tongues in, and kissed hungrily. Ed's head was starting to spin, and he almost forgot what he was doing. He grabbed a globe of Jack's ass, and pulled them tighter, thrilling in the hard shaft pressing into his hip, feeling his own do the same to Jack's. He was losing it. He was starting to leak. He was about to push the man down on the desk and fuck him into the law books.

The door opened, and as that sound registered, Ed's heart jumped. Jack stopped kissing him just as they both heard Serena.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed. "I..."

Jack looked deeply into Ed's eyes; for his part he tried to look as innocent as possible. He watched as Jack calculated, sifted through the evidence, weighed his options. The man was no slouch when pushed to the wall, so Ed did nothing but wait. Finally, Jack turned his upper body enough so he could look at his ADA. He kept one hand on the back of Ed's neck, however.

"Did you need something?" Jack asked, nonplussed.

Ed clenched his lips in an effort not to make any noise.

Serena was still staring, but her lips were beginning to purse. "I thought you wanted to see me before I left," she said, rather normally, considering.

"No, I don't," Jack answered, "you can go."

"All right. I, um..." She faltered. "All right." Her lips pursed ever more tightly, and her eyes darted back and forth, scanning the two men. Then she backed out of the room and shut the door.

Again, Ed waited. Again, Jack's eyes searched his.

"You did this because?" his lover eventually asked him.

"She needed to understand the situation," Ed answered. "She's been dressing like a woman on a mission and dissing you at the same time. That's no way to show respect for your boss."

"Showing her that I'm involved with you is supposed to make her respect me more?" Jack started to undo Ed's tie.

"Absolutely. A, you're not available. And B, you are desired by someone, mainly me, and not dying for her company. She's no longer in control..."

Jack interrupted him by unbuttoning the top of Ed's shirt. "Jealousy had nothing to do with it," Jack stated.

"No. Nothing," Ed agreed, though with that hand of Jack's beginning to trace the curls of his chest hair, thinking was fast being replaced with something else. With his belt being undone, and more buttons losing their purpose, his brain was in deep trouble. This part wasn't going as he'd planned, but he couldn't figure out how get things back on track. His zipper was next and that hand, that hand was really doing it now. His ass landed on the edge again, and his brain nearly shut down entirely.

Jack leaned in, dipped his head, and kissed him deeply, slowly, intensely. He pulled back. "You're no longer in control, either," he said seriously, stroking Ed nonstop.

He grabbed Jack and brought their mouths together again, taking a bit of it back, knowing it was irrelevant. His climax was coming on steadily and when they broke apart this time, they smiled at each other. No, he wasn't in control right then. Damn, it felt good. Very good. And it was about to feel even better.

End.

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