Title: Lessons in Lust: Partners

Author: Tayla

Fandom: Nash Bridges

Pairing: Harvey/Evan

Rating: NC17

Category: Smut

Status: Completed September 8, 2002

Archive: Yes to WWOMB/Peja. All others please ask

Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted

Series/Sequel: Part of the same Nash Bridges universe as my other story "Ties That Bind"
but it's not a direct sequel to that story.

Disclaimers: 'Nash Bridges' and its characters belong to Carlton Cuse and Don Johnson and
I don't know who else. Certainly not me.

Authors Notes: This takes place in the third season, between 'Cuda Gráce', where Evan is
in drag and Harvey has a date with Anna, and 'Lady Killer', where Evan has a date with
Cassidy. And also after my story "Ties That Bind"

Summary: Harvey and Evan talk about sex.

Warnings: Graphic M/M sex

Lessons in Lust: Partners
By Tayla

"So Harvey, how's it going with Anna? You never told me how you date went."

They were sitting in a bar not far from the pier. They had closed a difficult case that afternoon and were celebrating. Evan had had a bit too much to drink and now was digging into his partner's private life.

"It went fine." Harvey answered, gruffly.

Evan noticed his partner's tone of voice. "Oh, that doesn't sound good. What happened?"

Harvey sighed. "She's not taking my calls. It seems like we do this to each other. We have these isolated nights of passion, and then when it's over, one of us refuses to talk to the other one."

"Last time it was you ignoring her, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, well I was mad. She just wanted me to sign that release so she could get that movie made."

"What happened to that movie, anyway?"

"I didn't sign the release, she didn't make the movie. I think this whole thing is payback for that. I ruined her movie deal, so now she's gonna ignore me."

"Man, that sucks."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I feel like I'm back in high school with this petty shit. Pile that on top of what Bonnie did to me and I'm about ready to give up on women altogether."

They were quiet for a few moments, just drinking their beer.

"Speaking of high school, how old were you, your first time?"

"First time for what?" Harvey asked him peevishly.

"You know, the first time you had sex."

"You're being nosy tonight," Harvey grumped. But he answered. "Fourteen."

Evan whistled. "You were fourteen the first time you fucked a girl? Man I am impressed."

"Hold on there, that's not what you asked. You asked me about the first time I had sex."

Evan looked puzzled. "How can you have sex if you're not fucking a girl?"

"Oh, you're one of those people that think it's not sex if there's no penetration."

"Yeah, that's usually the way it works Harv."

Harvey cocked an eyebrow in his partner's direction. "Interesting. I seem to have a broader definition of 'sex' than you do."

"What's your definition?"

"Anytime I have an orgasm and there's someone else in the room."

Evan chuckled. "Yeah, that's pretty broad. So what first time were you talking about?"

"The first time I had an orgasm that was the result of someone else instead of my own right hand."

"So, what, it was someone else's right hand?"

Harvey thought for a moment. "Left, actually."

"So how old were you the first time you actually fucked?"

"Oh that first time. Sixteen."

"Sixteen the first time you fucked a girl. I'm still impressed."

"Again, that's not what you asked. I was seventeen and a half the first time I fucked a girl."

Evan was puzzled again. "Then who did you fuck when you were sixteen, if it wasn't a girl?"

"How long have you lived in San Francisco?" Harvey asked him incredulously.

"Why?"

"Come on, Evan. You're a bright boy. If it wasn't a girl . . . "

"A guy?" Evan was shocked. He never had any idea that his partner was anything but heterosexual. There had been that case last week when Evan was in drag and Harvey
joked that he would go for him. Now he wondered if Harvey had been joking. "You had a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"You? Had a boyfriend?"

"Yes, Evan, I had a boyfriend. You want the whole story? Okay, here goes. I was fourteen and he was fifteen the first time we jacked each other off. Then on my fifteenth birthday, he decided to give me a blowjob. We played around with oral sex for a while, then on his sixteenth birthday I gave up my ass. On my sixteenth birthday, he let me fuck him. I was seventeen and a senior in high school before I had a girlfriend that I went all the way with. There. That's the story. Happy now?" Harvey drained the last of his beer and slammed the mug back down onto the bar.

Evan seemed not to notice that he had ticked his partner off. "Man, I wouldn't have expected that."

"What?"

"That you would do that."

Harvey shook his head and rubbed the side of his face before glaring at his partner. "Evan, if you're gonna get all homophobic, or start calling me a faggot, I swear I'm gonna kick your ass."

"No . . . I'm not gonna do that. I just . . . I couldn't let someone do that to me. Shove something up my ass . . ."

"Let me ask you something. Now you're an experienced, worldly kind of guy. Have you ever had anal sex with a woman?"

"Sure." Evan responded immediately.

"How'd you talk her into it?" Harvey asked curiously.

"Didn't have to. She wanted it."

"Oh, she wanted it, huh?" Harvey grinned knowingly. "And I'm gonna assume, with you being the macho, studly guy that you are, that she enjoyed it."

Evan grinned, too. "Yeah, she did."

"And have you done it with other women?"

"Yeah."

"How many?"

Evan thought for a moment. "Five."

"You've had anal sex with five different women. There are at least five women that you know that enjoy having something shoved up their ass."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"Well if a woman can enjoy it, why couldn't a man? And women don't have prostate glands. It's even better for a guy."

"Yeah, but I just don't think I could give up control, and be . . . submissive like that." He had a brief flash of an image. Of Harvey. Of Harvey bending over for some nameless, faceless man.

Harvey's laugh brought his attention back to the conversation.

"Evan, my man, just because someone gives up their ass, it does not mean that they're submissive. I happen to be a very pushy bottom, thank you very much. And, if you're with someone you trust, whether they're a man or a woman, giving up control can be one of the most liberating experiences you can have."

"What do you mean, 'liberating'?"

"I mean that it's nice not being the one in control all the time. To let someone else worry about the details. To turn yourself over to someone else and trust that they'll make it good for both of you."

Evan looked unconvinced.

Harvey continued. "Look, Evan. Gay sex isn't all about Domination and submission. Well, sometimes it is and that can be a good time, but it's not always leather and chains and kink."

"That's all that I know about it. Being a cop, all I've seen is the leather boys and the drag queens."

Harvey shook his head in annoyance. "Straight America has a skewed vision of what it means to be gay. Gay people are just like anybody else. Sometimes the sex is kinky and nasty, and sometimes it's just plain vanilla sex between two people that care about each other"

"I don't know, Harv. It just seems to me that it would be frightening to give up control to another man."

Harvey sighed in exasperation. "When you make love to a woman, do you try to dominate her?"

"No, I try to please her."

"That's good. Do you think she's afraid because you're the one in control?"

"Absolutely not." Evan answered with some heat "I've never had a woman be scared of me in my life."

"And you're kind of pissed off that I would even suggest such a thing, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Well, I'm a little pissed at you to. You're implying that because I usually bottom, that I'm some scared little wimp that is easily dominated."

Evan couldn't help it. His mind again flashed on Harvey, naked and bound and bent over. For someone strong and commanding. Someone who looked suspiciously like Nash.

"I didn't mean that Harv. I meant . . . Well, I don't really know what I meant."

"You opened your mouth before you engaged your brain again, didn't you?"

Evan had the good grace to look embarrassed. He should have kept his mouth shut at that point. Harvey seemed to be winding down; he should have just let it go. But he was still curious, and as Harvey had already noticed, Evan often opened his mouth before thinking.

"So you're a bottom, huh?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. Harvey turned and glared at him.

Then Harvey's eyes took on a calculating gleam. He grabbed Evan by the arm and hauled him up off the barstool.

"Harvey, what are you doing?" Evan yelped as Harvey dragged him off down the hallway. They came to a door, across from the restroom, at the end of the hallway. Harvey opened the door and shoved Evan inside. He followed him in and closed and locked the door behind him.

They were in a large office. There was an impressive mahogany desk in the center of the room with a small lamp lit, casting the room in a dim light. There was a matching bookcase and entertainment center along the wall.

Along the other wall was a large leather sofa.

Harvey took Evan's jacket off of him and shoved him toward the sofa, stripping his own vest and jacket off as he followed.

Again, Evan asked his partner "What are we doing in here, Harvey?"

Harvey pushed Evan down to sit on the sofa and knelt on the cushion beside him. He reached out a hand and cupped the side of Evan's face. "I think that you're just not going to get it until you have a practical demonstration."

And then he kissed him.

Evan was too stunned to protest. He was slightly intoxicated, maybe more than slightly, and he never expected anything like this from Harvey. By the time he got his wits back and tried to pull away, Harvey had sunk his hand into Evan's thick black hair and was holding him in place.

And then Evan didn't want to pull away. Harvey was a damn good kisser. Harvey sucked at his bottom lip for a moment. Then he felt Harvey's tongue dart out, probing gently, trying to get in.

Evan opened and let him in. Harvey feasted on his mouth, thrusting in with his tongue, their teeth clacking. Evan got lost in the sensation for a while until he felt Harvey's thumbs brushing over his nipples and he broke the kiss.

When the hell had Harvey gotten his shirt off?

Okay, not off. But it was unbuttoned and pushed back off his shoulders. Harvey was kneeling over him, straddling his hips, and skimming his hands down his naked chest.

Harvey leaned down and kissed Evan again, hard and rough, thrusting his tongue back into Evan's mouth. His hands were still doing delicious things to Evans body, stroking the smooth muscular chest, tweaking the hard nipples. Evan gasped into Harvey's mouth. He pulled back and looked into his partners dark eyes that were glazed with pleasure, and he chuckled low in his throat.

Evan shuddered at the sound. He had never even considered that he could find another man's voice sexy. But that low chuckle coming from Harvey had shot straight to his groin. He felt his cock twitch. Then Harvey latched onto his neck, sucking hard, marking him, and then a wet tongue caressing the bruised flesh. And suddenly Evan's pants were too tight.

Harvey kissed his way down Evan's chest. Occasionally nipping. When he reached a nipple he sucked at the hard brown nub, lashing it with his tongue.

Evan moaned and tried to reach out for Harvey, but his shirt had slipped down further, bunching around his wrists, effectively pinning his arms at his sides.

Harvey noticed the abortive move to embrace him and chuckled again. "Well now, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Was there something that you wanted?"

Evan just moaned in response.

Harvey was tempted to leave the shirt where it was. Having his partner half-naked and squirming under him was turning him on. He remembered what Evan had said about being submissive and was curious to see how Evan would react to being helpless. But he was more curious to see what Evan would do with his hands if they were free.

He reached for Evan's wrists and unbuttoned the shirt cuffs, and helped remove the garment.

As soon as Evan's arms were free, he wound them around Harvey's neck, drawing the older man's head back down to his chest, urging Harvey to suck his nipple again.

Harvey obliged, latching on to one nipple with his mouth and rolling the other between his fingertips. The other hand he dropped into Evans lap, feeling the bulge straining behind the zipper.

"Harvey . . . "

Harvey paused when Evan cried out, but as he hadn't said 'no' or 'stop', he continued with what he was doing, fondling Evan's erection through his pants as he tortured the man's nipples with his teeth and tongue.

"Harvey . . ."

Again, Evan tried to articulate what he was feeling and again he was defeated by Harvey's persistence, his clever fingers unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, and then Evan's cock was in his hand, hard and leaking. He stroked it firmly, his young partner moaning and bucking his hips, trying to thrust into his hand. Harvey pressed forward, grinding down onto the younger man, trapping him between his body and the back of the sofa.

Evan gasped as he felt Harvey's weight settle onto him. Harvey pumped his cock a few more times, then released it. Evan groaned in disappointment at the loss of contact.

"Harvey . . . don't stop."

Harvey laughed. "Well now, look who's all turned on and out of control."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're hard, Evan. You're hard for me. You're so turned on that you didn't want me to let go of your dick. Right?"

"Harvey . . ."

"Am I right? Didn't you just beg me not to stop?"

"Yes, yes you're right. I don't want you to stop."

"That's my boy. And do you feel particularly in control?" Harvey asked him, with a sly grin.

Evan didn't answer.

Harvey ran one index finger down Evan's stiff cock from crown to balls and back up again. "Evan, talk to me partner. Who's in charge?"

"God, Harvey . . ."

"Oh, I've achieved God hood now. Does that mean I'm in control?" Harvey encircled the
tip of Evan's cock with his thumb and index finger, squeezing gently. A few drops of fluid
bubbled out of the slit.

"Yes," Evan almost screamed. "You're in charge. I've never been this out of control in my life."

"Are you scared?" This was the important question. He didn't want to screw up his partnership. If Evan were at all scared, he would end this now.

Evan stared up at his partner. His heart was pounding, his dick was drooling and he had never been so turned on in his life.

"No, I'm not scared. I'm so fucking turned on I can't see straight."

Harvey grinned in triumph. He had Evan just where he wanted him. So turned on that he wouldn't object to anything that Harvey wanted to do to him.

And Harvey knew just what he wanted to do. He had told Evan that it was nice not being in control, letting someone else worry about their pleasure.

But for Harvey, it was a treat to be in control for a change. He hardly ever had the chance to do this to Nash.

But he wasn't with Nash tonight, he was with Evan. And Evan's big cock was just begging to be sucked.

He knelt on the floor, thick plush carpeting cushioning his knees. He stripped Evan's pants off, then pushed his thighs wide and proceeded to do just that. Slowly drawing the thick organ into his mouth, gently fondling the balls, while Evan moaned and thrust up into his mouth.

Sensing that it wouldn't take much to make Evan come, Harvey pulled away for a moment and looked up into his partner's lust glazed eyes. "How good is your recovery time?"

"Huh?"

Harvey smiled at Evan's confusion. "I mean, if I make you come now, with my mouth, will you recover quickly enough so that you can come again when I'm inside you?"

Evan shuddered as he realized Harvey intended to fuck him. And he shuddered again as he realized the thought of that turned him on. He didn't answer Harvey's question, he just moaned and reached out and grabbed his partners head, pulling the older man back down onto his cock. He felt more than heard Harvey's chuckle as the hot wet mouth swallowed him to the root.

As Harvey continued to blow his partner, he unfastened his pants, freeing his aching erection. He touched himself lightly, enjoying the sensation, but concentrating more on what he was doing to Evan, than what he was doing to himself. The young man was moaning his name and thrusting with his hips. Then Evan let out a wail and flooded his mouth. Harvey swallowed some of it,
savoring the taste, but most of it he spit out into his hand.

Evan watched, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm that Harvey had just given him. His prick was still stiff.

"Don't you swallow, man?"

"I usually do, but I need something for lube." Harvey told him, frankly.

Evan just stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Turn over, Evan." Harvey whispered to him, hotly. Evan hastened to comply.

"On your knees, and lean over the back of the sofa." Harvey directed Evan into the position he wanted him in. "Spread your knees a little. That's it. My God, Evan, your ass is fabulous." Harvey saw the blush creep across the back of Evan's neck.

Evan groaned as he felt a slick finger enter his anus. He could feel Harvey's breath on the back neck. "Evan, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

Evan actually giggled. "You sweet talker." Then he moaned as Harvey thrust two fingers into him. And it felt good. He had no idea that it would feel so good to have something probing his ass. He concentrated on the sensation of Harvey's fingers inside him.

Harvey was preparing him.

Harvey was lubing him up with his own semen.

Preparing to fuck him.

Evan began to tremble. "Evan, are you okay?" Harvey asked him just as his fingers brushed across that hot button inside him. Evan cried out and thrust back, impaling himself fully on Harvey's fingers.

"Harvey . . . "

"You like that, do you baby?"

"Harvey . . . I had no idea how good this would feel."

"It gets better." Harvey fumbled in his wallet and fished out the condom, tearing it open with his teeth and putting it on one handed. He took the rest of the handful of Evan's cum and slicked himself up. He was still mostly dressed, with his hard dick sticking out of his fly. His young partner was totally naked, kneeling on the sofa cushions, waiting. He knelt behind Evan and pressed the head of his cock to the stretched hole.

"Evan, I'm gonna do it now," he breathed hotly into Evan's ear. "I'm gonna fuck you. Are you ready?"

"Harvey . . . " he seemed to be moaning Harvey's name a lot tonight.

"Evan, you have to say it. I have to know that you really want this."

"I want it. Harvey, please . . ."

"Come on, baby. Tell me what you want."

"Do it Harvey, do it. Fuck me." he pushed back, feeling Harvey's dick pressing into him and his tight hole slowly stretched to accept it.

Now it was Harvey's turn to moan. He gasped in pleasure as the head of his dick popped through the ring of muscle. He heard Evan's gasp of pain and he paused to allow the younger man to adjust to the intrusion into his virgin ass.

"Easy baby, try not to tense up." Harvey said, kissing the back of Evan's neck.

"Hurts a little."

"That will ease and then it'll be wonderful. Trust me."

"Harvey, do you think I would be in this position if I didn't? Do you think I would be naked, leaning over the back of a sofa in a back room of a bar letting you take my virginity if I didn't trust you?"

"That's a good point, partner." Harvey felt Evan relax a bit and another few inches of his cock slid in. He wrapped his arms around his partner, hugging him to his chest as he eased in the rest of the way. He rested his chin on Evan's shoulder, savoring the feel of the tight passage enveloping him.

Evan whimpered as Harvey took him. It didn't hurt any more, but it felt strange. Then Harvey began to move, slowly pulling out of Evan's tight heat, and just as slowly pushing back in. One hand dropped to Evan's cock and began stroking life into his flagging erection. He pushed Evan forward, bending him lower over the back of the sofa as he continued to gently thrust into his partner.

Now Harvey's cock was brushing over Evan's prostate with every stroke. Evan was trembling, almost shaking apart. He shoved his hips back, meeting Harvey's thrusts into him, urging the older man to take him harder.

"Evan, take it easy, you're gonna hurt yourself."

"Doesn't hurt," Evan moaned, continuing to thrust back into Harvey. "I like it. Please, harder."

Harvey lost all control, then. Pounding into his young partner and stroking his cock whispering in his ear how good it was, how hot and tight, trying to push Evan over the edge before he came himself.

"Come for me Evan. Come on baby, I want to feel that tight ass squeezing my dick."

"Harvey . . ."

"I'm so close, Evan. Gonna come now. You come first, baby."

A couple of especially hard hits to his prostate and a couple of wrenching strokes on his cock and Evan did just that, screaming out Harvey's name as he sprayed the back of the sofa with his second orgasm of the night.

Harvey groaned quietly and bit down on Evan's neck as he felt the contractions in the young man's ass drawing his orgasm from him. He shoved in to the hilt one last time and let it go, flooding Evan with semen, still stroking Evan's cock, milking the last few drops of pleasure from him.

Harvey collapsed across Evan's back, clutching the young man to his chest. Evan slumped over the back of the sofa, almost boneless, and he groaned in disappointment as he felt Harvey soften and slip out of him.

They pulled themselves together, cleaning up with tissues that were on the desk. Harvey found Evan's shirt behind the sofa where it had been flung, while Evan dug his pants and shorts out from under the sofa and scrambled into them, not meeting his partner's eyes. Harvey noticed and sat on the sofa next to his partner.

"Evan, what's wrong?"

Evan didn't answer.

"Evan, I thought you liked it."

"I did like it."

"And that bother's you?"

Evan finally looked at Harvey. "Now that it's over and I've sobered up a little, I'm just a little freaked out. I thought I was straight."

"There are actually very few people who are entirely straight. I think we all have the capacity to be bisexual. For most people it's just wondering what it might be like to have sex with someone of the same gender."

"So where does that leave me?"

"You went a little further than wondering. You tried it out."

Evan shifted on the sofa cushion, feeling the ache in his ass. "Oh yeah, I certainly did that."

Harvey chuckled a little. "And you did like it, didn't you?"

Evan smiled back at him. "Yeah I liked it."

"Doesn't mean you're gay. It doesn't even mean you're bi. It just means you were open minded enough to try it. Don't let it freak you out."

"What about you? Are you gay?"

"I'm bi. Probably a bit left of center."

"Are you seeing anyone seriously? Besides Anna?"

Harvey snorted, but then answered, "Yes."

"Then you cheated on him."

"It's serious, but not exclusive. We both play well with others."

"That's an interesting way to put it."

"Yeah, well." Harvey ran a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it. "You ready to
go?"

"I guess."

They got off the sofa and walked toward the door. Evan stopped Harvey with a hand on his arm. When Harvey turned to face him, he leaned in and kissed his partner one more time. And then he asked, "Do you guys ever do threesomes?" Harvey raised his eyebrow in surprise, and he continued, "Because I think I'd like to try this again."

Harvey grinned and kissed him again. "I think I might be able to arrange that."

They continued to the door.

"Hey Harvey?"

"What Evan?"

"Is it Nash?"

"Oh, I don't kiss and tell. You'll just have to wait and see."

END