Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Finding One's Way ❯ Opportunities ( Chapter 6 )

Title: Finding One's Way
Author:  Daxemon

Fandom:  Fake (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Drake/JJ

Rating:  M

Warnings:  M/M affection
Disclaimer:  I don't own Fake, but if someone was willing to steal it for me, I wouldn't mind. Otherwise it belongs to Ms. Matoh.

 

 

Chapter 6 - Opportunities

 

The next day Drake's shift went pretty quickly, he was even able to make some headway on the case the chief had dropped into his lap. On his way out he literally nearly ran into Ryo.

 

“Oh, hey Ryo.”

 

“Hey Drake, end of shift?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Going to see JJ?” Ryo asked.

 

“Yeah.” Drake answered automatically before his brain dredged up what Ryo had witnessed at the hospital. Suddenly Ryo found himself being hauled into Drake's office.

 

“AHHHHH!” Ryo yelped. “Drake, what's going on?” Ryo questioned once he was in Drake's office, albeit against his will.

 

“Why did you tell Dee what you saw at the hospital?” Drake asked.

 

“Hospital? I don't - OH!…you mean you and JJ?”

 

“Yeah.” Drake mumbled.

 

“Well I thought that he would find it fascinating and he would be pleased for you guys, as well as himself. Seeing as he has been doing a lot less dodging, although he has gotten really good at it lately.” Ryo said thoughtfully.

 

“What do you mean “pleased”?”

 

“You know, that you and JJ…” Ryo trailed off.

 

“Me and JJ what?” Drake asked.

 

“…are together.” Ryo finished.

 

“Ryo, it's not like that. JJ was just a little upset.”

 

“So you kissed him?” asked Ryo indignantly.

 

“Well sorta.” Drake said, reaching up to scratch the back of his head looking slightly uncomfortable.

 

“That's an odd way to comfort someone who's “just a little upset”, don't you think Drake?” Ryo pointed out.

 

“Well whatever it was, why did you have to tell Dee? Now the whole precinct will be misinformed.”

 

“Actually Drake, Dee is really good about keeping things like this to himself.” Ryo stated.

 

“Yeah right.”

 

“No really. Look if I tell you something, will you believe me about Dee?”

 

“It depends.”

 

“Fine………Dee and I have been exclusively dating each other for the last six months.” Ryo said, a deep blush fanning out across his face.

 

“What?” Drake said with utter disbelief. The blush was proof enough that Ryo was telling the truth, but Drake couldn't believe that Dee still hadn't spilled the beans about it. `He must really be in-love.' Thought Drake just before his attention was brought back to Ryo speaking again.

 

“Yeah and I didn't even have to threaten or force a promise out of him to keep it quiet. He just said that if you guys couldn't figure it out for yourselves then you don't deserve to be called detectives.” Ryo said wryly.

 

“Sounds like something Dee would say.” Drake smirked back.

 

“So you have nothing to worry about.” Ryo reassured Drake.

 

“If you say so Ryo.”

 

“Well I was actually on my way to a crime scene, so I gotta go. Tell JJ I said hello.” Ryo said as he headed out the office.

 

Drake was still a little flustered standing in his office wondering about what he and Ryo had just talked about when his cell phone vibrated. He checked the call and saw it was JJ.

 

“Hey JJ, what's up?” Drake answered.

 

“You still coming over?”

 

“Yeah. Why?” Drake asked, his voice laden down with suspicion.

 

“Stop being paranoid. I just wanted you to bring me some ice-cream on the way over, that's all.” JJ pronounced. “You know, the one I like…”

 

“Yeah Yeah. Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate Chunk.”

 

“Right. You know me so well. That's why I love you so much. Among other things.”

 

“JJ, you better behave or I won't bring the ice-cream.” Drake threatened.

 

“I'll be on my best behavior, scout's honor.” JJ swore. Little did Drake know JJ was never much of a scout, and being that it was a phone conversation, he couldn't see JJ crossing his fingers. {Poor Drake}

 

“I'll be over in a half hour.”

 

“Great see yah then…Drakey.”

 

“JJ!” Drake snapped, but JJ was already gone.

 

“Damn him!” Drake swore, although there was no force in it and also the small smirk he wore was also a dead giveaway, if anyone was there to see it, that he was starting to enjoy the little pet moniker that JJ had taken to calling him.

 

 

 

When he finally arrived at JJ's and rang the doorbell, he soon found himself having to wait for an inordinate amount of time before JJ finally opened the door.

 

“What the hell were you doing? Did you want the ice-cream to melt?”

 

“It was either having you wait or answer the door naked.”

 

Upon hearing that Drake finally took notice that JJ was only clad in a white towel haphazardly tied around his slim waist and looking like it could fall at any moment. Seeing this caused Drake to flush from head to toe. A tingly sensation forming from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Drake suddenly found himself speechless and a mouth devoid of moisture.

 

JJ noticed the right away the semi-catatonic state Drake was in and saw opportunity knocking. JJ took a few steps forward so that his semi-nude body was practically pressed up against Drake's. He leaned in and laid claim to Drake's neck with a light kiss and slowly thrust the tip of his tongue out, running it along Drake's pulse point ever so lightly, causing an involuntary shiver to run through Drake's body, which with JJ's proximity was clearly transmitted to his with delicious clarity.

 

After a few seconds of agonizingly torturing Drake, JJ reluctantly pulled away, visibly pulling himself together. Since he wasn't unaffected by what he's just done and managed to place an air of nonchalance about his person.

 

“Thanks.” He whispered, giving Drake a quick peck on the nose, before taking the bag with the ice-cream from Drake's limp fingers. JJ was surprised that he wasn't picking it up from the floor, as stunned as Drake seemed. “Coming?” JJ asked as he turned away going back into his apartment.

 

Watching JJ saunter away, Drake couldn't help but notice how nicely the towel JJ was wearing advertised the contours of his lower well muscled back and firm ass. Drake was in such a daze that he didn't notice that he was still standing in the doorway, not until he heard JJ's neighbor. Mrs. McConnelly was a sweet old woman, who at the moment was coming out of her apartment with her “cocker spaniel from hell” as Drake called it, the yip of the dog is what got Drake moving. He was in the door with it closed in no time flat.

 

Just the memory of the first time he met that animal was more than enough to snap Drake out of his JJ induced sexual haze.

 

“That animal is from the bowels of hell itself.” Drake whispered as he heard Mrs. McConnelly walk by on the other side of the door, cooing to her dog.

 

“Now I wouldn't go that far Drake.” JJ retorted coming out of the hallway leading to his bedroom, having put the ice-cream away, he had gone into his bedroom and thrown on a pair of soft well worn in jeans (that he's owned forever), and a light pull over, the same color as his eyes. Anything with more than one button was out of the question.

 

“What do you mean, that thing nearly took my hand off the first time I ever met your neighbor.”

 

“I can't believe the “big bad detective” is afraid of such a tiny dog.” JJ said as he headed for this kitchen, while he gingerly put his arm back into its sling.

 

“That thing is rabid.” Drake shot back, following.

 

“Stop exaggerating, buster would never hurt a fly.” JJ stated taking out the ice-cream that Drake brought over.

 

“It's not the fly I'm worried about.” Drake informed as he took the bowl of ice-cream offered to him, sitting down at the table.

 

`Does he even realize that I made a pass at him earlier or did that completely slip his mind?' wondered JJ as he watched Drake enjoy his ice-cream and grumbling away about the horrors of Mrs. McConnelly's cocker spaniel. `This could be progress, dare I hope?' Continued JJ, so deep in thought that he didn't hear Drake speaking to him. “What?” He responded.

 

“I asked how's your shoulder.” Drake repeated for JJ who'd seemed out to lunch a minute ago.

 

“Oh. It still hurts like hell. In another two or three days I should be able to get my stitches out.” JJ explained. “Thank goodness I don't need physical therapy or they may never have released me from that godforsaken place.” JJ complained rolling his eyes.

 

“That “godforsaken place” save your life, don't forget.” Drake reminded JJ.

 

“Yeah, yeah. Semantics.” JJ said waving off Drake's reminder.

 

After finishing off another helping of ice-cream, they both headed to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Drake noticed JJ cradling his arm as he sat.

 

“Have you taken anything for the pain?” Drake inquired, not liking how pale JJ looked.

 

“No, not since yesterday.”

 

“Have you at least taken your antibiotics this morning?”

 

“Yes mother. I made sure to take my Flintstone vitamins too.” JJ intoned sarcastically.

 

“No need for the sarcasm. You really need to take something for the pain. You look really pale, even for you.” Drake remarked.

 

“Thanks a lot, but those painkillers knock me on my ass every time I take them. I hate it. As for me being pale, I know how to get some color into my skin.” JJ said his voice dropping seductively as he moved over closer to Drake on the couch.

 

“JJ…remember you promised to behave.” Drake said backing away.

 

“I had my fingers crossed. Also I was never a Boy Scout.” JJ informed as he somehow managed to unceremoniously plop himself into Drake's lap without jarring his injured shoulder, not badly anyway.

 

“JJ what are you doing?”

 

“Getting comfortable.” said JJ wriggling around so that he could find the perfect spot.

 

All that moving around JJ was doing was having a soon to be very noticeable effect on Drake's nether regions and the fact that JJ smelled intoxicatingly clean was not helping Drake's growing problem.

 

“JJ stop moving around so much, better yet. GET OFF!!” Drake ordered. He barely was able to make it sound like an order and not a plea for mercy. JJ was killing him and he probably knew exactly what he was doing, too.

 

“Trust me I would love to, but someone isn't playing ball on their end.” JJ said pausing his movements and looking into Drake's eyes unwaveringly.

 

Drake felt his body temperature jump. `He needed to get JJ off - of him that is - NOW!'

 

Drake somehow managed to get out from under JJ, snagging a couch cushion for modesty on the way up. As he walked away he paused and turned partially, knowing JJ would be behind him. “SIT!” He ordered in that no nonsense tone he used when he meant business.

 

JJ recognized that Drake was not kidding around and planted himself right back on the couch.

 

Within seconds Drake reappeared, there was something in his hand. JJ began to inquire, but was cut off.

 

“QUIET!” Drake ordered as he threw the couch cushion down he had picked up earlier and continued on his way to the kitchen.

 

He returned a few minutes later with a glass of water. Stopping in front of JJ he demanded. “Take these.”

 

“Drake I said those things knock me on my ass, I don't want to take them.” JJ pouted.

 

They're your antibiotics and some Ibuprophen. It won't kill the pain completely, but at least it will take the edge off. Now drink!”

 

“Fine.” JJ said. A slow coil of joy bubbling up at the thought of how Drake was taking such good care of him.

 

“Now, after you take those, we'll watch some TV. You will stay on your side of the couch and I will most definitely stay on my side. Then I'll say goodnight and leave to go home unmolested for the remainder of the evening. Capiche?”

 

“But - “ JJ began to protest.

 

“Fine - goodnight.” Drake said reaching for his coat.

 

“Okay - okay. I'll behave.”

 

“Good.”

 

They passed the remainder of the time watching the news and the last hour of a Knick's game, before Drake got ready to go home. At the door Drake turned around to say goodnight and saw that JJ had stuck his hand out to give him a handshake. It took all of Drake's will not to roll his eyes. He decided to patronize his diminutive partner and shake his hand, but before he knew it he was being dragged into a searing kiss, that left him out of sorts for a few seconds, enough time for JJ to escape with a quick goodnight and then Drake found himself standing in the hallway alone.

 

“JJ!!!” Drake yelled. `That little - ` Drake started suddenly when he heard the elevator ding at the end of the hall and a familiar cooing and yip. The results of which caused him to double-time it to the nearest set of stairs at the other end of the hall.

 

Once Drake reached outside he looked up to JJ's apartment windows, light pouring out of them. A fleeting thought occurred to him, it barely lasted a second. `Could JJ really be serious about his pursuit or was he just being…JJ?”

 

A/N - Thanks to all of those of you who have stuck with this fic through six whole chapters. I myself am amazed that it's gotten to this many chapters, I was afraid that I might get bored or something since this is how this all got started. I was even afraid of getting writers block, hasn't happened yet. This fic is basically writing itself and I'm along for the ride and I'm having a ton of fun with it, hope you are too.

 

Later