A/N: The star marker will be the indicator when this chapter takes the 18+ route.
************ <-mature rating
Don't worry, there is an end if you scroll past the next set of stars
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POV RILEY:

The city prosecutor shouldn't have a problem getting a verdict for Jack. What I saw back there was a defeated man who knows the consequences. I wonder who will get more answers out of him. Because this is a big case, maybe the chief will talk to him. I hope so; the guy has enough on his plate and I pity him.

Hal and I reach his place moments later. At the entrance, the both us stand there, not moving an inch further into the condo. Hal lets out a sigh, "Hell of a day, right?" I let out a hum in agreement.

I become more conscious of my partner's presence. I can feel his body temperature in the narrow space. We both smell like sweat from today and could really use a bath.

The ginger bumps my shoulder with his good arm. A silly smirk spreads on his face, "You know... in the movies, this is where the two characters kiss." I roll my eyes but couldn't prevent myself from grinning. My fingers fumble with the end of my coat.

Fuck it. I'll give in to his cliche romance. I turn to him and pull at the black tie around his collar. My back touches the wall behind me and his lips come crashing into mine, accidentally bumping our noses together. Hal pulls away an inch and begins to lightly giggle. My face heats up from half embarrassment and excitement.

"You're incorrigible," I scoff. He gives me a peck on the lips then continues laughing, this time, into the crook of my neck. His warm breath makes me shiver. He finally calms down and asks, "What made you want to take the initiative?"

"Wellll," I drag out. "I thought, 'almost getting killed' was enough to earn the cliche, action movie kiss." Hal takes a deep breath then moves his head to lock his hazel eyes on mine. His working hand trails up and brushes the side of my slightly flushed cheek. His gaze turns serious, "I want to talk about that stunt back at the bar." My silence makes him continue, "Don't do that ever again."

I frown, "You can't tell me that when you got injured protecting me." Understanding how much of a hypocrite he sounds, Hal shifts his eyes away from mine for a moment. "I... I- you're right." He lets out a sigh, "I can't promise you that I won't do it. I can't ask you to do what I can't."

I pull him into another kiss, less sloppy this time. I break away a second later, "I'm happy to hear we don't have to argue about that. Damnit Hal, we are partners. We will watch each other's backs. This job isn't supposed to be safe. I've been at it as long as you."

"I know," Hal mutters. I drag him away from the front entrance to the bedroom. I flick the lights on in the room. Remnants of this morning's rush to get ready is still scattered around the floor. The covers are sprawled out on the bed and two pillows lay at the end.

I begin to peel off my coat, flinching at the pain around my shoulder blades. Noticing my struggle, Hal somehow helps out with his one arm. It takes longer than I expect to get the damn vest off after the shirt.

"Riley, if you think of showering... that might be hard with the two huge bruises you are sporting," says Hal with his fingers trailing around the sensitive area. I sigh pondering if I should even bother, considering what he's told me. I should have asked medical attention but I thought the injuries aren't bad from how it felt later ago.

I take his hand from my back, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. I want to change the subject. Trying to make the air lighter at the cost of my rational thinking, I place my hands at his belt buckle. I earn a nervous chuckle from Hal, "Heh. What are you doing?"

"Helping you out of your pants," I simply state.

My partner teases, "My angel is eager. I thought you would be more embarrassed" I choke on my laughter. I'm not a stranger to sexual intimacy; I wasn't born yesterday. Also, why does he keep calling me "angel?"

I continue to work on his belt then his pants without look at his gaze. I shake my head, "Well, this 'angel' is not a blushing maiden but a grown-ass man."

Rational thoughts, goodbye! I'm going for it and will wallow about my regrets later in the morning- ah, I can't lie. I like this unrestraint feeling.

I give myself a second, hearing my heart beat for a good reason this time. I tug at the revealing navy briefs with two fingers and finally look Hal in the eye.

"Want to compare dicks?" I ask with a silly smirk. I bite my lips at the end of my spontaneous question; God, this is so out of character for me. If Hal wants to see me look embarrassed, this is the perfect chance to bask at my slowly heating face.

My partner closes his eyes with his hand holding mine at his underwear. He shakes his head with that grin of his then opens his eyes, "You... hahaha... you are testing my self restraint." He then hunches slightly to be an inch away from my face, again. Now, we are chest to chest with both our hands shimmied lower. His half-lidded gaze traps me in those stormy irises of his.

"We... can compare... if you want," Hal's tone lowers and so does his hand guiding mine. I shift my focus to his lips, licking my own unconsciously.

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"Bigger one gets to top," I chuckle. As a signal for consent, my fingers slip further into his briefs, followed by more of my hand. I brush past a patch of hair, to circle my hold on- Jesus Christ, that's big even though it's semi-erect.

I probably announced my shock through my expression because Hal lets out a fit of bubbly laughter. He captures my lips into a longer kiss and moans into it when I move my hand around the hardening cock.

I jump at the feeling of my ass being grabbed, breaking from the kiss. Hal asks, "Like my size, babe? I suggest preparing that round ass of yours then." Of course, the ginger knows his way with dirty words. His thumb tugs at the backside of my pants.

We take a couple of minutes to sloppily take off our articles of clothing. Most of my clothes all scatter around the floor but I only have Hal's shirt to remove. We end up on the bed with Hal sitting and me on my knees, working on Hal's sling. I spot him eyeing my bare lower regions. I smirk, "Like my size?"

"Pfft. I win in size, Riley," Hal grins. "But... it doesn't look you are excited enough." I gasp when his single hand wraps around the base of my dick. The sly jerk. He begins to stroke it up and down, causing me to lay my head on the top of his.

When was the last time I got off? Shit, my pride's on the line if I come too early.

I pant, "Hal... let me get.. this off.. first," referring to the damn sling because I am not going to be the only one butt naked here. The sling blocks me from get his button-up shirt off.

Hal lets go but pulls my hands away from the sling. In one swift movement, he drags his two fingers down his shirt, popping off the buttons. His more-toned body makes me a bit envious; I swear this relationship will be very competitive in the future.

"Great," I shake my head. "You ruined your perfectly good shirt."

"But it's mine to destroy, right? Besides, it looks hot. You can't deny."

"It better have been under three dollars then, Don Juan."

Hal wiggles his eyebrows, "You can't deny that I'm great at seducing."

Goddamnit, is having sex with this guy going to make me climax in laughter? I roll my eyes at the mood change but I couldn't prevent a grin from answering his silliness.

He begins to spread light kisses on my bare chest, trailing them to my neck. His hand returns to my member and strokes at a slow pace. I let out a soft moan at the touches, arching my back.

"You have..." I breathe out, "Condom and lube?"

"Upper drawer next to us," he replies. Allowing me to reach over, his single arm wraps around my waist as support when I retrieve the items.

"Let me prepare you," says Hal. I hesitate an immediate answer. The last time I've bottom was when I was a newbie officer. After that, I had hookups that were with me usually on top, both female and male.

I trust my partner even though I'm not so enthusiastic at the idea of being a bottom, again. I give him a quick nod while he motions me to mount him. I hear the pop of the bottle when I put each leg over Hal's thighs. His legs go up a bit, causing me to come closer to his chest and have both our dicks wedged between us.

Hal's two finger circle the rim of my opening. I let out a gasp from the cold feeling. "Slowly," I ask of him as I snake an arm around his neck.

A chilly finger enters, making me groan in discomfort. I let my free hand try to encircle both our dicks and stroke them together. I feel Hal's teeth mark my collar bone. A few seconds later, I quicken the pace when he inserts another finger.

"Relax, babe," my partner grins into my ear. I face him, wanting to say I need time to get used to the feeling. He halts my weak plea by crashing our lips together. His tongue presses forward and dances with mine. I moan into the kiss, closing my eyes.

I break the kiss for air; I wonder how it would have been if Hal didn't fracture his arm. The sling sometimes got in the way and I feel as if being close isn't enough.

My breathing hitches when his finger brushes against my prostate. This is new; I wasn't this sensitive when I was younger. Noticing my sudden tension, Hal repeats the torturous motion at steady beat. My stroking slackens as well as my hold.

"H-hal," I pant. "I'm- ah... I'm not go-going to last, if-if you keep- haa... d-doing that."

"You ready then?" he asks. As an answer, I tear open the condom I got from the drawer. I slip it on Hal's member, slowly to tease him. His fingers slide out of me and lingers on the small of my back.

I bring myself a bit higher, taking his cock and guiding it to my rim. I slowly lower myself onto it, biting back groans of pain. Hal strokes my member to help me as I feel him fully enter me. "Fuck... H-Hal," I mutter out between gasps.

My partner moans, "Damn... still tight. Relax... Riley." I let myself adjust to the size before moving forward and back. I earn another pleasurable moan from him. Unfortunately for Hal, I'll be controlling the pace because he can't with those injuries.

His hand strokes my cock faster as I begin to bounce on his. He continues to pepper me in kisses; I'm going to scowl him if there are too many hickeys when I clean up.

My rugged breathing is in sync with my movements. I thought my heart beating would explode from how quick it thumps. Luckily, I'm not the only one feeling like this. Hal would groan into the crook of my neck whenever I clenched.

A spike of pleasure sends me bucking into Hal's touch. "H-huh?" I nervously laugh. No way... this is the first time someone hit that spot with their dick. I let out another embarrassing and uncontrollable moan, feeling  his tip scratch the bundle of nerves.

"Wha-what the fuck," I breathe out.

"Heh, liking the- ah- full c-curve of my cock?" smirks Hal with his hand grasping one of my ass cheeks. His dick curves slightly upward then, if he's scraping my spot. His hand helps me not slow down my movement. I can feel my knees weaken and my toes curve at every thrust.

I moan, "Ahh-I'm... go-going to come!" Hal groans when I clench at climax. Warm liquid flies onto both our chests. I hunch, touching foreheads with him. He slides out of me causing me to groan at the empty feeling. I stroke his pulsing member for a couple of seconds until he climaxes.

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We both pant as Hal falls onto his back gently. I join him but make sure not fall on his injured body. I move to the side and lay on my stomach to prevent the covers from irritating my bruised back. I bury my head in a pillow then face the grinning ginger. I shake my head at his expression and rake my fingers through his tousled hair.

I frown, "Damnit, we stink and I'm too exhausted to move."

Hal begins to sulk, "Riley, you ruined the romantic mood. Let me enjoy this."

"Well then, don't be surprised if I complain a lot in the morning," I scoff. I turn my head to glance at the digital clock on the night stand. It is barley nine but that means I can wake up early.

On his side, Hal reaches over for the remote that controls the lights. He press a button and the room flicks into darkness. The covers ruffle in the dark and I gently pull them only up to my bare ass.

I continue my list of things to do in the morning, "I have to shower, clean the sheets, put the discarded clothes-"

Hal interrupts, "Riley."

"Hm?"

"Just call in a sick day for us."

I couldn't agree more with my partner-
Actually... he's more than a partner to me and my heart soars at that fact.

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A/N: Holy jfc that was difficult to write. Not because it is embarrassing but I usually never make it to this part of the story because of how often I drop my ideas. Damnnnn.
Welp
Vote & Comment if I didn't do that horrendous of a job at this scene.
I always believed "first time" sex should be sloppy and humorous. In the future (and with less injuries), it'll get better 👌.
And yes I accidentally hit the publish button while I was still typing half way through this damn thing so uh, sorry for the weird email.