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“Mooney, this is your new partner, Mitchell Cooper.”
Cooper stood next to his new captain, hands in his pockets. Homicide detective. It had a nice ring to it—better than being on stolen bike duty over in Robbery, that was for damn sure. He was even excited to work with a new partner now that he was free of the lazy slob he’d been stuck with.
Mooney glanced up, looking Cooper up and down before returning to the file he’d been reading. “I don’t need a partner.”
Before Warren could speak, Cooper leaned forward, trying to catch Mooney’s eye. “Now, I know getting assigned the new guy can be a pain in the ass, and I don’t know what kind of partners you’ve been stuck with before, but I can tell you this much: I have worked my ass off to get this assignment and I don’t plan on wasting it. I will work ten times harder than any chump you’ve worked with before, and—”
Slamming the file shut, Mooney stood. He addressed Warren, “I’m going to go question a suspect on the Newton case,” before turning to leave without giving Cooper a second glance.
Cooper watched Mooney go, resentment coiling in his gut. Who the hell does he think he is? He knew one thing: he wasn’t giving up without a fight.
-
Cooper tried for weeks to get Mooney to work with him, but the bastard ignored him every time. One day, he caught up to Mooney at a food truck near the precinct.
“So what do you think about the Lloyd case?” Cooper asked. When he didn’t get an answer, he kept going, “If you ask me, it was the husband. It’s always the husband.”
“Thanks,” Mooney muttered when the worker handed him his order. He started walking away, pretending Cooper wasn’t even there.
Son of a bitch.
Catching up to Mooney, Cooper kept step with him. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but—”
“I don’t need a partner.”
“Neither do I, but—”
“Then what’s the problem?” Mooney stopped, staring Cooper down. “I work alone, you work alone. We get twice the cases solved.”
“We could solve them faster if we worked together. I’m a damn good cop.”
Mooney’s face softened in pity. “I’m not worried about you dragging me down. I just work better alone.” He turned and walked away without another word.
-
Enough was enough. Mooney was only wasting both of their time by giving Cooper the silent treatment like a bitch. Cooper was going to make him give in, one way or another.
Opportunity struck one day when Cooper stepped back into the bullpen after a long interrogation. It was late and almost everyone had gone home already, even the captain. Everyone except Mooney, who sat at his desk in the dark, illuminated only by the light from his monitor.
“I’m putting this guy away then I’m going home,” Reilly said as he passed Cooper, leading the handcuffed perp toward the cells.
Cooper only grunted in acknowledgment, his focus on his target. His blood was still pumping from the interrogation, excess energy vibrating within him and begging to be put to use. He watched Mooney as he looked over files and wrote the occasional note, not even bothering to look up when Reilly passed by his desk.
Once Reilly left, they were truly alone.
Step by step, Cooper closed in. Almost automatically, he drew his cuffs from his pocket. It was almost too easy to get the first cuff on Mooney, his yelp of surprise sending a satisfied thrill up Cooper’s spine. He had to wrestle Mooney’s other arm behind him, but Mooney’s sitting position gave him the advantage.
Twisting to look up at his attacker, Mooney’s mouth dropped open. “What the fuck, Cooper?”
“So he speaks,” Cooper said, shoving Mooney back down into his seat when he tried to stand.
Mooney glared up at Cooper. “This isn’t funny.”
“Who says I’m trying to be funny?” Cooper grinned as Mooney’s eyes widened, the fear just beginning to set in. He spun Mooney’s chair around, pinning him by the shoulders. When Mooney tried to stand again, Cooper shoved his knee between Mooney’s thighs threateningly.
“Let me go,” Mooney demanded. There wasn’t even a hint of a tremor in his voice. Good. All the better to break him later.
“Do you act like you’re better than everyone ‘cause you’ve got a massive stick up your ass?” Cooper mused, pressing his knee in closer. “Or do you just need to get laid?”
Mooney inhaled sharply when Cooper’s knee made contact with his crotch. “Cooper,” he said firmly. “Let me go and we can forget all about this.”
“So you can go back to your high horse? Nah, I want to see how low you can get,” Cooper said. He stared down at Mooney, who glared defiantly back even as his chest fluttered with quick breaths. Even as he was completely at Cooper’s mercy.
An image appeared in Cooper’s mind: Mooney, naked and spread-eagle, begging for Cooper’s cock, any cock. So pathetic. The thought of it brought a grin to Cooper’s face and a twitch to his cock.
“Make yourself come,” Cooper found himself saying.
Mooney’s face screwed up. “What?”
Pressing his knee firmly against Mooney’s crotch for emphasis, Cooper said, “You heard me.” When Mooney still didn’t move, he tilted his head. “Come on, just this one thing and I’ll let you go.”
Mooney’s eyes said he didn’t believe that one bit, but he didn’t have a choice in the matter. After some time of staring at each other, neither breaking the silence, he finally turned away. He closed his eyes and rolled his hips forward.
“There you go,” Cooper said, feigning pity when Mooney stopped. “Aww, did you cream your pants already?”
Mouth twitching in anger, Mooney started again. It wasn’t long before he started to get hard, his firm cock pressing into Cooper’s knee.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Cooper said. “Keep going.”
Cooper kept murmuring encouragement, watching as Mooney’s breaths grew heavier, exhaling sharply on every breath as he bucked his hips up.
Finally, Mooney spoke, “I can’t, I—” He cut himself off with a frustrated grunt.
“Come on, you can do better than that.”
With Cooper’s help, Mooney brought a leg up, bracing his foot on the chair for leverage as he rolled his hips. Even then, he groaned, shaking his head.
“It’s not enough, is it?” Cooper murmured. “Alright, if you promise to be good I’ll help you.”
Mooney nodded fervently, past reservations forgotten. Cooper grinned, taking in his appearance. Mooney was so uptight he hadn’t even loosened his tie when everyone else would have already “lost” theirs.
Cooper hooked his fingers around the tie, giving it an experimental tug. It tightened nicely, making Mooney look up at him in alarm.
“Keep going,” Cooper ordered. He pulled the tie tighter, tight enough he could hear Mooney’s breath flutter then stop.
Mooney bucked desperately, his mouth open wide as he fought for air. Still he thrust his cock against Cooper’s knee, his rhythm growing more and more unsteady the longer Cooper held on.
Finally, Cooper let go. Mooney gasped for air before letting it out in a strangled moan as he came in his pants, his hips slowing until they finally stopped. He panted, coughing between gulps of air.
“Fuck… you,” Mooney managed between fits.
“Nah,” Cooper said with a grin as he looked down at Mooney, who looked totally debauched. “I think I’ll be the one fucking you.”
Mooney’s brows furrowed in confusion. “You said—”
“I said to make yourself come. You couldn’t do that, you needed my help. So now,” Cooper said as he gripped his cock over his slacks, already half-hard from watching Mooney, “you’re gonna help me come.” He used his other hand to grab Mooney’s tie again, yanking it so he was forced to look up at Cooper.
“What do you say, partner?”