DRABBLE FIC: I'd Be Your Boy [1/1] Munch/Fin [Law & Order: SVU]
Title: I’d be Your Boy
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Munch/Fin
Rating: R [FRM]
Summary: Courtship.
Dis: Not mine. All lies.
Author’s Notes: For snapes_gurl, who requested it. Seven drabbles, each set off with the italicized line.
I’d be Your Boy
By Perpetual Motion
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
John can’t get the statement out of his head. He can’t stop picturing the way Fin said it, with a sly smile and a heat in his eyes that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but sex. He wonders if the whole thing had been a hallucination. He did do a lot of drugs in his day. He’s read how drugs can affect a person years after the fact. Of course, those are government reports. And John doesn’t trust government reports. It means that the smile and the sex in Fin’s eyes wasn’t a hallucination. John isn’t sure what to do.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
They’re on the stakeout for twelve hour shifts. When John and Fin get into the car, Olivia and Eliot hand them coffee.
“Any movement?” John isn’t surprised hen the answer is negative. “See you in twelve.”
He and Fin get comfortable and stare at the house down the street. John is incredibly aware of Fin in the next seat. John wonders what would happen if he touched Fin. His very active imagination gives him a picture of Fin leaning across the console and unbuttoning his slacks.
“John.”
“Yeah?”
“He’s here.”
John blanks his mind and gets out of the car.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
When he wakes up in the hospital his arm is held in place by a wad of gauze and Fin’s hand clamped on his wrist.
“Hey.” His voice is hoarse.
“Hey.” Fin doesn’t let go of John when he reaches for a cup of water. “You were shot.”
John doesn’t remember being shot. “Who?”
“Madison.”
The guy they’d been chasing. John remembers the gun. .38 special. How cliché. He takes a sip of water. “Where is he?”
“Lock-up.” Fin puts the cup back. “Go to sleep.”
John closes his eyes and feels Fin stroke his hand before he drifts off.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
Madison got bail. He’s gone. The leads are cold. They’re stuck with paperwork.
“When’s your bony ass going to pick up some of the slack?” Fin tosses a half-finished report at John. “You’ve got a good arm. Use it.”
John raises his good hand and gives Fin the finger. “Consider it used.”
“Oh, real mature, John.” Fin sounds disgusted.
John gathers the report into a coherent pile. “Get me some tea.”
“Do I look like your boy?”
“Do I look like your Jew?” John looks up, and his skin sizzles when Fin looks at him.
They’ve hit their breaking point.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
Fin drives him to his apartment, and they sit in the idling car. John can feel the anticipation running up his spine. He isn’t quite sure how to turn anticipation into action.
“’Night, John.” Fin looks away from John and stares out the windshield.
John puts his hand on the door. “’Night, Fin.” He doesn’t open the door. Fin doesn’t notice that he’s not moving. John considers pressing his luck, pressing himself against Fin and working his tongue into that hot-looking mouth.
Fin doesn’t stop him when he leans over. Fin opens his mouth when John thrusts his tongue in.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
It’s frantic and jittery, and John registers the skittering sound of a button on the floor before Fin scrapes blunt nails down his back and gets his attention. He moans, and Fin licks the roof of his mouth. He licks back and sucks Fin’s bottom lip for good measure. His pants are around his ankles. Fin’s hand wraps around his dick. John barely has enough sense to wrap his own hand around Fin’s dick before he’s coming. It’s messy and sticky and only gets worse when Fin bites John’s shoulder and makes his own mess. They collapse to the floor.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
“What the hell was that?” Fin presses his face into John’s shoulder and yawns.
“The natives call it sex.” John squirms when Fin pokes him and hisses when he inadvertently puts pressure on his arm. Fin doesn’t apologize, but he does stroke John’s arm in a way that makes John decide to forgive him.
“So, we’re gonna have sex now?”
John shrugs, careful of his arm, and plays with the end of Fin’s ponytail. “We can.”
“Good.”
Its no, ‘I’ll be your boy, John’, but Fin sounds pleased enough in his answer that John will accept the substitute.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Munch/Fin
Rating: R [FRM]
Summary: Courtship.
Dis: Not mine. All lies.
Author’s Notes: For snapes_gurl, who requested it. Seven drabbles, each set off with the italicized line.
I’d be Your Boy
By Perpetual Motion
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
John can’t get the statement out of his head. He can’t stop picturing the way Fin said it, with a sly smile and a heat in his eyes that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but sex. He wonders if the whole thing had been a hallucination. He did do a lot of drugs in his day. He’s read how drugs can affect a person years after the fact. Of course, those are government reports. And John doesn’t trust government reports. It means that the smile and the sex in Fin’s eyes wasn’t a hallucination. John isn’t sure what to do.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
They’re on the stakeout for twelve hour shifts. When John and Fin get into the car, Olivia and Eliot hand them coffee.
“Any movement?” John isn’t surprised hen the answer is negative. “See you in twelve.”
He and Fin get comfortable and stare at the house down the street. John is incredibly aware of Fin in the next seat. John wonders what would happen if he touched Fin. His very active imagination gives him a picture of Fin leaning across the console and unbuttoning his slacks.
“John.”
“Yeah?”
“He’s here.”
John blanks his mind and gets out of the car.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
When he wakes up in the hospital his arm is held in place by a wad of gauze and Fin’s hand clamped on his wrist.
“Hey.” His voice is hoarse.
“Hey.” Fin doesn’t let go of John when he reaches for a cup of water. “You were shot.”
John doesn’t remember being shot. “Who?”
“Madison.”
The guy they’d been chasing. John remembers the gun. .38 special. How cliché. He takes a sip of water. “Where is he?”
“Lock-up.” Fin puts the cup back. “Go to sleep.”
John closes his eyes and feels Fin stroke his hand before he drifts off.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
Madison got bail. He’s gone. The leads are cold. They’re stuck with paperwork.
“When’s your bony ass going to pick up some of the slack?” Fin tosses a half-finished report at John. “You’ve got a good arm. Use it.”
John raises his good hand and gives Fin the finger. “Consider it used.”
“Oh, real mature, John.” Fin sounds disgusted.
John gathers the report into a coherent pile. “Get me some tea.”
“Do I look like your boy?”
“Do I look like your Jew?” John looks up, and his skin sizzles when Fin looks at him.
They’ve hit their breaking point.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
Fin drives him to his apartment, and they sit in the idling car. John can feel the anticipation running up his spine. He isn’t quite sure how to turn anticipation into action.
“’Night, John.” Fin looks away from John and stares out the windshield.
John puts his hand on the door. “’Night, Fin.” He doesn’t open the door. Fin doesn’t notice that he’s not moving. John considers pressing his luck, pressing himself against Fin and working his tongue into that hot-looking mouth.
Fin doesn’t stop him when he leans over. Fin opens his mouth when John thrusts his tongue in.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
It’s frantic and jittery, and John registers the skittering sound of a button on the floor before Fin scrapes blunt nails down his back and gets his attention. He moans, and Fin licks the roof of his mouth. He licks back and sucks Fin’s bottom lip for good measure. His pants are around his ankles. Fin’s hand wraps around his dick. John barely has enough sense to wrap his own hand around Fin’s dick before he’s coming. It’s messy and sticky and only gets worse when Fin bites John’s shoulder and makes his own mess. They collapse to the floor.
*
I’d be your boy, John.
*
“What the hell was that?” Fin presses his face into John’s shoulder and yawns.
“The natives call it sex.” John squirms when Fin pokes him and hisses when he inadvertently puts pressure on his arm. Fin doesn’t apologize, but he does stroke John’s arm in a way that makes John decide to forgive him.
“So, we’re gonna have sex now?”
John shrugs, careful of his arm, and plays with the end of Fin’s ponytail. “We can.”
“Good.”
Its no, ‘I’ll be your boy, John’, but Fin sounds pleased enough in his answer that John will accept the substitute.