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boomboxfic · 2 years

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Something To Talk About (Stogan WIP)

Apologies for not posting anything in a long while - I do have a number of WIP's in various stages - this is one of them. It's intended to be Stogan, but from the eyes of their colleagues. Here's what's intended to be the first chapter of the series, featuring Max Greevey and Paul Robinette:

And to think it all started with a bet.

Max Greevey, Detective Sergeant with the NYPD, was complaining once again to his wife Marie about his partner, Mike Logan. Mike had a propensity for being a hothead, especially when it came to dealing with the head prosecutor, EADA Ben Stone - which, unfortunately for Max, happened quite a lot.

“I don’t get him sometimes, Marie.” Some weeks, there’s no fighting, and those were some pretty intense cases. But other times? Whew,” Max waved a hand, “It’s like cats and dogs. Paul and I can’t figure it out. They argue all the time.”

Marie slid a cup of coffee to her husband. “Have you tried talking to Mike about it?”

“Of course, I have!” Max replied, before taking a sip, “Mike is - well, Mikey is going to be Mikey.”

“Have you tried talking to Ben, then?”

“Paul said he’d handle that,” Max shrugged, “Probably better that way. If it doesn’t work, we’ll just try another tactic.” He got up from the stool he was sitting at and made his way to the sink where Marie was, giving her a kiss before depositing his coffee mug in the sink.

She took a bite of the toast she had just buttered. “You know, honey, maybe it could be something else, did you think of that?”

Max was shrugging into his suit jacket as he considered the thought, “I don’t know, what else could it be other than a clash of personalities and opinions?”

“They could be dating.” Marie said over the top of her mug.

Max froze, staring at his wife in shock. He considered the idea for a moment before dismissing it entirely. “Nah.”

She grinned. “It’s worth a thought.”

“You’ve been watching too many soaps with your mother, honey.” Max joked.

“I’m serious! People who are passionately against each other are probably either wanting to kill or want to sleep with each other.” Marie continued, “I’m almost willing to bet on it.”

Max stared at Marie, scrutinizing. “$20.”

Marie chortled. “Oh no, Max Greevey. I’m not Mike. Money bets don’t work on me.” She stared back at her husband, challenging, “You do laundry for a month AND you finally get to cleaning out the garage and attic as you’ve been saying you would for a year.”

Max was feeling cocky, confident. No way Mikey and Ben were involved. NO WAY. “Okay, honey. You’re on.”

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District Attorney’s Office

Mid-morning

“Robinette.”

“Paul! It’s Max.”

“Hey, Max,” Paul flipped through his planner for the day, “Everything okay? Or - do we have a meeting I forgot about.”

“Everything is kosher for the moment, and we don’t.” Max confirmed. “I just needed to check if you talked with Ben about…Mike.”

“Uh, no, not quite.” Paul said, sheepishly. “It’s sometimes difficult to breach these things with Ben.”

Max sighed. “I get that. Same thing with this hothead partner of mine.”

Paul sat back in his office chair, smirking, “Wait - you’re not having this conversation with me while he’s sitting across from you?”

Max snorted. “Of course not. He’s not here yet.”

“That’s funny - neither is Ben. Which is weird, he -”

Max interrupted Paul, “WAIT. He what?”

Paul paused, confused. He decided to repeat his last point. “I said Ben isn’t here yet either.” There was silence on the other end, and it concerned Paul, “Max?”

“Maybe Marie is onto something here.”

“Max? Marie, what?”

Max sighed, “Marie had this hare-brained idea that maybe our two amigos could be…..together.”

Paul let out a blast of laughter, startling his next-door office mate. He composed himself quickly, “That’s - ridiculous.”

“That’s what I said!” Max exclaimed, “But now I have to disprove her, or I have to do laundry for a month.”

That revelation caused Paul to break out into more laughter, “I can’t believe you bet your wife. Laundry for a month is a formidable bet. What was your counteroffer?”

“The laundry was the counteroffer. I put down $20.” Max replied.

“Hmmm. Money bets don’t work on significant others.”

“Tell me about it,” Max bemoaned, thinking of all the laundry he’d have to do if he’d lost this bet, “So, Counselor, do you think you could, I don’t know - see if you notice anything on your end so we can disprove this myth?”

Paul chuckled. “Sure, Max. I’ll let you know -” He glanced up to notice Ben walk into his office, “Oh, speaking of which, Ben’s just arrived. I need to check in with him. I’ll - let you know if I noticed anything.”

“About time you showed up!” Max joked to someone else, who Paul guessed was Mike, “Oh sorry, Paul, my hothead partner’s just dragged his ass in, we need to report to Cragen in a few. I’ll let you know if there are any - developments in the case.”

“Sounds good.”

#stogan #stogan wip #i have too many wips and its all the same pairing #fic: something to talk about

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boomboxfic · 2 years

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Assurance (Mike Logan/Ben Stone); drabble

I have two WIPs in mind regarding OG L&O Season 3x21 "Manhood" about the cops who left hung one of their own out to dry because he was gay.

One's an AU where Ben is a detective that hops on with Mike after Phil gets shot; the other is this comfort drabble. It will be expanded into a longer one-shot.

It was unforgivably early when Ben felt himself coming awake. He’d gone to sleep alone; he had called Mike’s apartment to check on him before he went to sleep, and it went straight to voicemail. Mike sometimes stayed at Lennie’s if they were working overtime on a case, and Ben went to sleep off that assumption. Cracking one eye open, Ben saw that it was 3 in the morning, and grunted. At least it wasn’t time to get ready for work yet.

“Hey, sorry for waking you,” Mike apologized, exhaustion hanging on every word, “I know it’s late.”

“It’s okay,” Ben replied, voice rough with sleep. He rolled over to face Mike, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling off his undershirt. Ben sat up and shifted closer, and Mike felt his presence as Ben pressed a kiss to his shoulder and held him from behind. Words didn’t need to be said; Ben understood the burden on Mike’s shoulders, how the cop shooting affected him.

Ben thought about Max Greevey, gunned down outside his own home. It was roughly a year into Mike and Ben’s then off-and-on relationship, and Mike’s reckless actions nearly tore them apart again; two men trying their best to bring a cop-killer to justice. They’d weathered that storm.

Then Phil Ceretta, being shot during an UC bust. Ben remembered Mike’s rage; he couldn’t believe that Ben was willing to deal with a guy who nearly killed Phil. Phil gave his blessing, but that case ended with horrible implications. Ben and Mike weathered that storm as well.

Max and Phil were cops shot by criminals, but this Newhouse case consisted of implications beyond that of typical criminal activity.

The Officer Newhouse shooting was beginning to show shades of the unthinkable. Yes, Newhouse was killed by a drug dealer, and had taken that dealer’s life in trade before succumbing to his injuries. What was now coming out of Mike and Lennie’s investigation revealed the ultimate betrayal; cops hanging another cop out to dry.

Because he was different.

Because that cop was gay.

Like Mike.

Ben shook the thought out of his head, forcing himself to focus on the real, breathing human being in front of him. “I’m glad you’re here, Mike. I was worried about you.”

That got a half-hearted chuckle out of Mike, but he understood. He held Ben’s hands in his and squeezed, a silent gesture of assurance. He shifted again, and Ben released him sliding back to his side of the bed as Mike moved to lay beside him. Neither man said a word as they lay on their sides facing one another, eyes locked on one another, convincing themselves that this nightmare of a case had not defeated them, not yet.

Mike watched Ben's expressions, knowing that his partner was thinking. He watched as Ben’s hand cautiously caressed his shoulder and slid over to rest over Mike’s heart, feeling his heartbeat. Mike knew that he could have been Newhouse. That, by some inconceivable chance, Briscoe could have been dispatched elsewhere, and Mike would be in his worst nightmare, pinned down from both sides.

Then Ben’s worst nightmare - having to prosecute Mike’s killer.

Mike reacted as Ben’s eyes squeezed shut, those blue eyes trying to shut out his darkest nightmare. Mike held Ben in his arms, protecting him, his low voice telling Ben that he was not Newhouse, comforting him with his words, his presence.

“Ben. I’m right here,” Mike squeezed Ben’s hand, still pressed over his heart. In truth, he had the same fear. He kissed Ben’s temple, and held him closer, assuring himself with the same words he was using to comfort Ben, “I’m still here.”

#mike logan #ben stone law and order #mike logan/ben stone #stogan #stogan drabble #stogan wip #i have too many wips and its all the same pairing #boombox fic #fic: assurance #law and order fic

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boomboxfic · 1 year

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Made this while I was setting up my digital planner and damn, if this isn’t my fic writing life for these two:

#stogan #stogan wip #ben stone/mike logan #boomboxfic #this is funny only to me and like 3 other people #future fanfic title probably

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boomboxfic · 2 years

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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.”

#stogan #mike logan/ben stone #stogan drabble #yes yes it's yet another WIP #I can't help it okay #I also have an older mike/ben fic where they don't get together until AFTER Mike retires #not to mention the super AU mpreg one where Mike's a baker #but I swear I'll get to unintended first-ish #law and order slash fic #boomboxfic #mike logan #ben stone law and order

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boomboxfic · 2 years

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Another WIP - here’s a clue

(yeah the gif isn’t mike or ben, but just take it for what it’s worth, eh?)

also you can thank @loganstonegibbskinney - she’s convinced me to take the AU route. you’re welcome ;)

#all the wips #stogan #boombox does an AU #i've never written a strip scene before #college!mikelogan

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boomboxfic · 2 years

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A WIP I wrote 5 minutes ago that’ll definitely get expanded in which Ben is a troublemaker

for @loganstonegibbskinney ;) It was a fact of life that took some getting used to for Mike Logan. Ben Stone, EADA, and his partner, was an incredibly slick troublemaker. Notoriously sneaky. No one ever suspected Ben of anything.

It was quite the opposite for Mike - if there was trouble and he was around, he often got the blame.

Ben could be smug, which Mike both loved and hated. He loved watching Ben trick swarmy perps and idiot defense lawyers. He hated when Ben occasionally got the upper hand on him.

Here’s a secret not many people knew about Mike: he’s incredibly ticklish. His sister knew, one or three girlfriends, and since two days ago, Ben. It was a discovery made on accident. He and Ben were getting hot and heavy in bed, as usual, and Ben just happened to run his hand down Mike’s flank just light enough to get Mike to flinch.

Mike looked up at the prosecutor as comprehension dawned in those blue eyes. Mike could only squeak out a “Don’t you dare, Stone!” before those evil hands started to mercilessly tickle the brash detective.

Mike hated it, oh God, he hated it.

But moments later, when he was fully buried in Ben - Mike found that he suddenly didn’t hate it so much.

#stogan drabble #stogan #have a WIP #I mean just LOOK at that face he's up to something

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