Thread: ugh

RE Lights in the North Nova's drabble Witness Tampering this pairing is like so much crack I can't- ---------- It was Jons first case after being made ADA, and it should have been open and shut. Or at least it should have been, but the defense attorney was one of those rock-star lawyer bitches and he had his client recanting and remaking her confession so many times that key pieces of evidence were being called into question. And Jon was eighty percent sure that if he had to sit in an interview room with the suspect and her lawyer one more time he was going to kill one of them. Or both of them. Or possibly himself. There was, however a possible solution. The DA had suggested he bring in one of the Truth Wizards who did work for the NYPD. Jon personally didnt believe any of it at the time, but he had seen the kid in court before, and he knew juries loved it. And besides, he was at the point where hed call in someone who claimed he was literally a wizard if it meant closing the case and getting his conviction. He would admit that it did impress him that the skinny blonde had the suspect sobbing out a full confession in under an hour, despite the squawking her lawyer was doing, and that she was willing to sign it. And most importantly, hadnt recanted. It was sheer luck that got them a quick trial date after that though, and now came the preparation. Because it wouldnt be the kids first time in court Jon supposed that he should stop calling Mr. Fitzgerald that because in reality the blonde was only three years younger than himself and twenty-three was hardly a child Jon knew that he didnt have to hold his hand. What he did know was the other lawyer liked to fling shit, and the most cursory look into Fitzgeralds background revealed plenty of shit to fling. Plus, he knew from their witness list that they were planning to call someone in who was going to attempt to discredit the whole truth-wizard-micro-expression thing. Jon wasnt going to pout about it, that was pretty fucking pointless and besides it wasnt like whining about the kids life was going to make anything any better. So instead he asked him to stop by his office for trial prep, with the intention of throwing some of it at him to see how he handled it. He almost felt bad about what he was going to do because the kid looked so fucking young, and he walked with that damn cane, but his critical mind told him that instinct to be soft on him would only work in their own favour. After explaining that he was going to be playing the role of the defense attorney during a cross examination, the dark-haired man would simply dive into it. It was kind of worrying that you stopped feeling sorry for the blonde the second he opened his smart mouth, but that too could work in their favour if they played it right. He liked that nothing he threw at the kid verbally shook him, and that he didnt flinch when his body language got angrier, and more into the blondes private space. Jon wasnt sure who started it, but one second he was calling the kid a fucking liar with their faces only inches apart, and the next he was kissing him like he was a drowning man and his lips were a life raft. One hand was pulling rather roughly at Bradys long blonde hair, but he guessed that was fair because the kid was yanking on his tie like it was a fucking bell-pull. The rational part of his brain that wanted to be elected DA in the next twenty years was screaming at him because what the fuck was he doing but the larger, hornier part of his mind was reminding him he hadnt got laid since leaving Ygritte a year ago and really, someone having the name Ygritte should have been fair warning, but no, hed put up with her you know nothing shit for six months and rubbing one our under his desk at lunch was simply not going to cut it anymore. When they finally broke for air Jon had pretty much decided they were going to fuck and deal with the moral and legal ramifications of that later. Then Brady asked him if he thought that the defense attorney was going to try this particular tactic and that settled it in his mind. He told the blonde to shut the fuck up, and then picked him up and used his back to push all of his papers, pens and shit off of their neat little piles on his desk and onto the floor. Part of him felt bad about it because that had been pretty rude, but on the other hand the kid seemed into it and because his cock was now hard enough to cut glass it was extremely imperative that they fuck. The way that he pulled off Bradys shirt and flung it to the side knocked his computer over, but at that point he was beyond caring. He was all teeth and tongue and hands, and the blonde was tearing at his shirt. Jon obliged him by ripping it off and that was fifty bucks down the damn drain because he wasnt going to sew those buttons back on, much less crawl around his office floor to find them before moving to straddle his thin form on the desk. Their bodies moved constantly as they kissed, and it was almost more like they were fighting than they were fucking. They ended up in the expensive office chair he had bought himself as a reward for making ADA, and the sound it made as the kid rode him like he was a fucking thoroughbred told him that they had probably snapped one of the springs. Whatever, he had gotten the condom on without breaking it and that was the kind of miracle that deserved a new chair, right? Brady entranced him. He was blonde, thin, smart and so fucking perfect. He was missing a finger, walking with a limp, quite the asshole and completely fucking damaged. He couldnt pull his stormy grey eyes from the kids blue ones and he felt bad about the bruises his fingers were leaving on the blondes boney hips. Not bad enough to remove them, of course. Jon wished he would have been able to last a lot longer, but fucking someone who looked like Brady in his office with his pants still around his ankles was the kind of thing letters-to-gay-penthouse were made of, so he was soon taking control of Bradys movements, guiding his impossibly tight ass up and down his cock while his own hips rolled with much more intensity. Close, he finally managed to groan out, Real fucking close. You? He was glad the blonde nodded because moments after that his orgasm was tearing through him and he wouldnt have been able to stop it. The feeling of Bradys cum hitting his bare chest just added to the whole fucking best-hed-ever-had thing, and it was some time before he came back down to earth. The blonde was slumped forwards on him, not like he could of gone anywhere with the grip Jon had on his hips anyway, and he was aware that he needed to pull out immediately. The way Bradys flesh was twitching around him was torture. Really amazing torture that youd get as a reward for excellent behaviour, but torture nonetheless. Hed help Brady clean up using his ruined dress shirt, because even though he used him to clean off his desk Jon still liked to think of himself as a gentleman. His office looked like a war zone, but he was pretty sure his computer wasnt broken, and that was really the only important thing. I think youll do fine on the stand, he was refusing to feel awkward about this because even though it could be considered witness tampering he wouldnt take it back for anything, Just make sure to be at the courthouse Tuesday by 9 A.M. Jon frowned a little when he realized hed have to wear his gym shirt home, and then shrugged before tossing the poor dress shirt into the trashcan. He won the case, thanks in no small part to Bradys work on the stand, so Jon insisted taking him out afterwards. He wasnt sure where it would lead, but for the first time in a long time he thought hed like to find out.