"Take ten, people." Harry banged the gavel down. As he clambered down off the bench, he caught Dan Fielding's eye. "Mister Prosecutor. I'd like to see you in my office."
Dan tugged anxiously on his tie. "Yes, sir."
He followed the Judge into the hallway, the door to the courtroom closing behind them.
The staff gathered in front of the bench, looking toward the door the pair had passed through.
"They might be discussing a case," Mac said.
"It's possible," Roz agreed.
Christine shook her head. "I think they're," she paused, "you know, having an assignation."
Mac and Roz stared at her. They were thinking the same thing, but hadn't expected Christine to be the one to voice it.
She noticed their expressions. "Oh, come on! I mean it's so obvious. They do this nearly every night."
"Harry and Dan are plotting to assassinate someone?" Bull exclaimed.
"No, Bull. Not an assassination, an assignation," Roz explained.
The big guy screwed up his face. "You mean they're doing an assignment? Did one of them go back to school?"
While Christine and Mac clung to their patience, Roz asked, "Weren't you the one who came in here the other night and told us you heard strange sounds coming from Harry's office?"
"Yeah, it sounded like moaning and thumping."
"Well, what did you think that was?"
"Bad plumbing?" Bull guessed.
Roz took a deep breath and plastered a tolerant smile on her face.
"Yes, Bull. It had something to do with pipes."
"Maybe we should call Art and see if he can fix them."
The three friends exchanged glances and had to stifle the laughter that bubbled up.
"I'm pretty sure Harry and Dan can fix their own plumbing," Mac sputtered.
"Yeah," Roz added, "they can plunge and snake with the best of them."
"And," Christine put in, not to be outdone, "there's the suction factor." Then she realized what she'd said and turned several shades of red.
Bull simply shrugged and blinked while Roz and Mac fell on each other laughing.
#
Harry had Dan's pants down around his ankles even before he locked the door to the chambers.
"'See you in my office'?" Dan quoted. He pushed his unclad backside against the warm hardwood of the door. Then he wriggled. That felt good.
Harry paused in licking Dan's neck. "My mistake. I should have said that I wanted to see you naked in my office."
"That's more like it. Clarity is the cornerstone of successful communication."
Grinning at him, Harry took Dan's hands in his and led him to the desk. Dan obediently shuffled over, his pants and boxers shackling his feet.
"In that case, let me say this: bend over and let me screw you."
"There. You see? I understand exactly what you're saying." Dan leaned over the desk and braced himself with his hands. "Help yourself."
Harry opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Then he moved to stand behind Dan, running his hands up under Dan's shirt. His palms skimmed the other man's ribs and came back down to his hips. Harry pushed his pelvis up against Dan's ass, his robe fluttering back and forth against their legs.
"At least undo your pants, Your Honour."
"Your Honour," Harry repeated. "I love it when you bow to my superior position."
Dan snorted. "We only have about seven more minutes. Can we please get to the good part?"
"Are you a little impatient, Mister Prosecutor?"
"I've been thinking about Phyllis Diller all evening, hoping you'd call a break soon."
Harry leaned against Dan's back, wrapped his arms around the older man's waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder.
"I was thinking about Whistler's Mother."
"That's a painting."
"Still, she was someone's mother."
"So you weren't thinking about me?"
"I did when I realized no one could tell how turned on I was. This robe comes in handy for that sort of thing."
"You mean you were sitting there on your bench with a hard on for moi?"
"Yup."
"That's so not fair. I'm out there in plain view. I can't get away with that."
"You'll be a judge someday, Dan, with your own robe."
"I wanna be one now," he pretended to complain.
Straightening, Harry said, "Tell you what. You can wear the robe when we get home, and I'll throw myself on the mercy of the court."
Looking over his shoulder, Dan asked softly, "Promise?"
Harry leaned around to kiss him.
"Promise."
"Can we get to the playtime part of this recess?"
"Oh yeah."
Harry pulled his robe apart, and then unzipped his pants, parting the material and reaching into his shorts. He used the lotion to prepare Dan and himself. They'd decided to forgo the use of a condom earlier on in their relationship, so Harry just sank into Dan. Both of them exhaled in relief at the moment of their joining.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
"I will be. Come on, Your Honour. Drive your point home!"
Grinning, Harry started to thrust his hips. He reached around Dan and began stroking and pulling. Dan's hands gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. He pushed back for every forward shove from Harry.
They strained together, their moans getting louder and more reckless, until Dan climaxed all over Harry's hand and Harry shot deep inside him.
#
In the hallway, Bull listened until there was only silence. He wandered back into the courtroom.
"Hey, guys. Those pipes in Harry's office are really getting a workout tonight."
He watched, befuddled, as his friends collapsed in laughter.
"I don't see what's so funny. It must really be serious; there isn't even a sink in there."