CJ listened carefully, collecting the facts and organizing them coherently into schema in his mind that made up his perceptions of Logan and Noah. Did it sound dull? Yes. Did it make him one of the best Assistant District Attorneys in the county? Hell yes.<br/><br/>CJ moved his foot around in the back of the car, avoiding the various paraphernalia that Logan managed to accumulate. It was quite different from his SUV which remained parked in the garage at his converted warehouse condo. CJ loathed driving. He tried to ignore the data presented to him, but his calculating mind couldn’t. Logan played for his team, was a cop on a cop’s salary, and appreciated a nice piece of man. He smiled briefly. He reached down and between his finger and thumb picked up the flyer for a gay bar. Looking at it for a moment, he handed it to Noah. “A month old.” The advertisement did attract his attention, but the date worried him more. “Perhaps the perpetrator is actually in here? I’m…I’m not sure we could find him if he was.” He asked light heartedly to Noah.<br/><br/>He wiped his hand on his coat and ignored the refuse. Regardless, CJ still managed to picture himself squished against Noah, his CK modern cut suit opened by Logan who was getting ready to fuck him.<br/><br/>CJ looked at Noah for a moment. Damn…surrounded by flyers for gay bars, a hot cop, and an equally hot doctor.  He looked out the window, trying to shift his thoughts to the case. Soon enough they pulled into the drive of the mansion. CJ got out of the car, not without an old wrapper sticking to his Kenneth Coles. He reached down, pulled it off, and tossed it back in the car. “Ugh, remind me to propose legislation paying for a cop-car-cleaner.” He said, wiping his hand on his coat. CJ was tempted to grab his hand sanitizer, but he wasn’t that bad…a little OCD, yes…pathological…not yet.<br/><br/>There was a key holder on the door, the same kind one would find in a house on the market. CJ followed alongside Noah and behind Logan. It was an amazing sight and he found himself continuously going back to the outline of Logan’s massive thighs. CJ swallowed hard. At the door Logan bent over to enter the numbers on the lock box key pad. CJ couldn’t help but look at Noah, to Logan’s tight ass, and then back to Noah. The attorney couldn’t help it, a smile tipped up the corner of his lips.