It all happened rather fast. CJ watched as Logan walked across to the bar. The man had thighs that could easily crack someone’s head. They were totally bitable. The attorney looked down when he started thinking about how much torque the cop had for thrusting. CJ watched as Logan nonchalantly ordered another beer. In the literal blink of an eye the perpetrator was on the ground and Logan had a badge and gun out.<br/><br/>CJ blinked a few times as he heard sirens outside. He scooted out of the booth and walked into the bathroom. It was infested. Normal CJ would have turned, pulling his sleeve over his hand to open the door and then went home for a shower. Sexually charged CJ took one look at Noah and nearly creamed himself.<br/><br/>He then imagined the perfect man.<br/><br/>It was a combination of Logan’s aggression, his dominating personality – someone that took charge and made decisions for you. He would be sure you were always protected, never had to worry about anything. The Logan part would come home from a long day of beating up scum and fuck CJ until he couldn’t walk anymore.<br/><br/>The other half was Noah’s lightheartedness. His calm presence and his humor. Noah’s half was the brilliant one and rational one. After the brutal fuck session with Logan, the Noah-half of CJ’s perfect man would hold him and tenderly make love to him. To reassure him that he wasn’t just an object to be owned, but an equal in their relationship.<br/><br/>“Well he did it.” CJ said shrugging. “I mean, he literally did it. He walked over to the bar and decked the guy. The police are here taking the perpetrator away.” The attorney added, “Didn’t even read the guy his rights.” He shook his head as goose bumps ran across his flesh. “And now I guess I owe you and the animal dinner.”<br/><br/>Before Noah could say something CJ clarified. He swallowed, not believing what just happened. “I guess…I guess I bet him that if he could take the guy out without hurting anyone but him I’d take you and him to dinner, my treat.”<br/><br/>“Damn animal did it.” CJ said with a snicker and a tone that noted he was impressed. He then looked around the bathroom and wrinkled his nose. “Can I get hepatitis from standing here?” Three of the four faucets dripped water steadily. The mirror had long ago been shattered and a few shards were missing. No doubt to cut lines of coke, CJ gathered. Graffiti? You can’t really call it graffiti when it was completely covering the walls…at that point it was considered paint.<br/><br/>The Assistant District Attorney turned back around, not waiting for an answer and entered the dining area. He then realized it wasn’t all that much cleaner, just darker so you couldn’t see the filth as easily as the fluorescent lighting in the bathroom. And he ate food? At least he didn’t see the kitchn. CJ led Noah over to where Logan spoke with a uniformed cop. The attorney waited until they finished and then Logan rejoined them. “Not bad.” He said with the cock of an eye.<br/>