Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Finding One's Way ❯ Acceptance? ( Chapter 7 )

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 7 - Acceptance?

 

 

“Finally…I don't have to wear this stupid sling anymore.” JJ stated his voice full of relief.

 

“Maybe you should keep wearing it, even if your stitches are out. Your shoulder is still probably pretty sore.”

 

“Not really.” JJ said giving his shoulder a gentle test roll. “The muscles are just stiff from lack of use.”

 

“I'm surprised you've been pretty active the last few days.” Drake grumped.

 

“Awww…is Drakey upset.” JJ said as he stepped in front of Drake, walking backwards and of course after a few steps tripped and went pinwheeling down towards the sidewalk. “AAAHHHHH!” JJ yelped in surprise. Luckily Drake saw JJ going down and instinctively grabbed him around the waist, yanking him back upright and inadvertently pulling JJ flush against his body. “Are you alright?” Drake asked, already feeling his body reacting to JJ's nearness.

 

“Yeah.” JJ said a little breathlessly, enjoying the feel of being presseed up against Drake.

 

Drake couldn't help but notice, where JJ's hands made contact were two pinpoints of heat and the radiant warmth coming off the rest of JJ was starting to make Drake feel a little like he'd been drugged. “Did you hurt your shoulder.” He asked setting JJ back on his feet and stepped back for some well needed breathing room.

 

“…No it's okay…” JJ answered haltingly, an impish smile stealing across his face. “…Drakey.”

 

“…JJ - “ Drake warned belatedly, his head snapping up at hearing the moniker.

 

JJ then saw his opportunity and planted a wet kiss on the corner of Drake's mouth, then turning on his heel, sprinting across the hospital parking lot, laughing like a loon with Drake hot on his heels.

 

 

Runnig after JJ, Drake's thoughts went back fleetingly over the past two days.

 

Flashback - Two days ago

 

“Drake!” JJ called from the kitchen.

 

“Yeah?” Drake answered distractedly from the living room, where he was watching a game.

 

“Come here.”

 

“What for?” Drake asked.

 

“Will you just come here.” JJ yelled back, sounding slightly impatient.

 

”Fine.” Drake said as he got up and wandered into the kitchen. “What?” Drake questioned when he reached the doorway.

 

“Stop pouting and come over here and taste this.” JJ commanded, holding out a spoon.

 

“What are you making?”

 

“Gumbo.” JJ said grinning.

 

“Gumbo?” Drake repeated skeptically, although he knew JJ was a great cook.

 

“Yeah. I've had the recipe forever, but I've only made it once or twice. Here try it.”

 

Drake leaned over and tasted the Gumbo which turned out to be pretty good. Which was no surprise to him, JJ was an excellent cook.

 

“What do you think?”

 

“Great, as usual.” Drake replied, hoisting himself up on the counter next to the stove. “Shouldn't you be taking it easy.” Drake asked after he was settled.

 

“If I don't do something, I'm going to go batty. The only thing I could think of doing was cooking, which I love. Anyway, it wouldn't put too much strain on my shoulder.”

 

“Well, like you said you'll be getting your stitches out soon so I guess you're up to it, right?”

 

“Right. Here try some more.” JJ scooped out another spoonful and stepped in front of where Drake was sitting on the counter. Drake leaned forward and ate the gumbo off the proffered spoon. Although when he was pulling away some of the sauce managed to run down his chin. Drake reached up and wiped away the sauce with the tips of his fingers and was about to lick away the remnants when JJ caught his wrist.

 

“JJ?” Drake questioned as he watched in stunned silence as JJ licked the remainder of the sauce from his fingetips with all the fastidiousness of a cat.

 

“Mmmmm, that is delicious.” JJ stated locking eyes with Drake. He also took notice that Drake had missed a spot on his chin, so he decided to clean that up too. He had to be thorough.

 

When Drake felt the wet glide of JJ's tongue along his chin, he thought he would completely lose his mind. He couldn't help but groan in pleasure as his eyes slid shut, that's when he felt that busy little mouth of JJ's glide over his and suck on his bottom lip. The sensations JJ's lips were creating were so mind numbing that the heady need to kiss JJ so strong that Drake didn't bother to resist it. The kiss was slow, deep and searching. Drake soon realized that JJ's mouth wasn't the only thing that was busy. He could feel JJ's right hand slowly sliding up the inner thigh of his jean clad left leg, causing shivers to run up and down his spine.

 

Unfortunately and abruptly Drake pulled away banging his head on the cabinets behind him.

 

“Drake?” JJ asked with a combination of worry and annoyance.

 

“AAAHHH.” Drake hissed in mild pain, rubbing his head. “Sorry.” Drake apologized, reaching behing him for something and coming out with his cell phone, which was still vibrating. “Phone.” Drake explained as he opened the phone to answer the call.

 

“Parker.” Drake answered sliding off the counter and walked back to the living room.

 

When Drake reappeared he had his coat on. “That was Ryo.” Drake explained. “They think that they picked up the suspect on a case I'm currently working on, in a random bust, so I gotta go.”

 

“Oh.” JJ said, sounding completely depressed at the fact that Drake had to leave, especially when things seemed to be getting so good. Seeing as Drake didn't exactly rum away from the kiss they just shared and even seemed to kinda enjoy it.

 

“Look tommorrow is my day off. I'll come over early, okay?” Drake promised, not knowing why he felt so guilt ridden at having to leave JJ.

 

“Okay.” JJ said brightening. “How early?”

 

“It'll be a surprise.” Drake said with a smirk, heading towards the front door.

 

“Oh come on.” JJ whined.

 

“Later.” Drake called back as he left grinning, knowing that not telling JJ what time he was going to show up would drive JJ up the wall. For someone who seemed so impulsive, JJ could be a real control freak sometimes.

 

End Flashback

 

Reaching the car JJ was totally out of breath from running as well as laughing. He was so happy, he was giddy. JJ knew it was a hold over from that morning and the day before. Drake had surprised him alright, by showing up at 5 a.m. yesterday morning.

 

Flashback - Yesterday

 

JJ could have sworn he smelled coffee brewing and bacon cooking. `What a vivid dream.' He thought, just before he realized that he was awake.

 

JJ slowly crawled out of bed, taking note of the time as he wandered out of his bedroom.

 

The apartment was still dark with the exception of the kitchen. Something really good was cooking. JJ could feel his stomach reacting to the smells as he neared the kitchen doorway.

 

“Drake?” JJ asked yawning. “How'd you get in?”

 

“I was wondering when you were going to get up.” Drake stated complete overstepping JJ's query and looking over at JJ who was all adorably beraggled. Not at all put together as he usually was and it looked great on him. JJ's hair with its already unusual hue, was sticking up at odd angles on one side and matted down on the other where he had slept on it. He was shirtless and wore navy blue pajama bottoms which hung precariously from his slim hips.

 

“What are you making?” JJ asked as he came over and snagged a piece of bacon, then went to take seat at the table.

 

“Spanish omlets.” Drake answered.

 

“My favorite.” JJ stated still trying to wake up.

 

“I know.”

 

“You do know it's 5 a.m. right?” JJ asked yawning.

 

“Actually 4:57 a.m. and 56 seconds to be exact. I did say I would surprise you.”

 

“That you did, now I'm going back to bed. Goodnight.” JJ said getting ready to leave.

 

“Do that and I won't tell you what else I brought with me.” Drake threatened.

 

JJ froze midstep, Drake knew his weakness. Trying to seem reluctant and failing miserably he went to sit back down, giving him the opportunity to take note of what Drake was wearing, jeans and a black t-shirt, that both hugged him in all the right places. Although he was sleepy he was still tickled pink that Drake had showed up like he'd promised and with gifts to boot. He even cooked for him - again, those lessons he had given him were really paying off.

 

“Fine…I'm up anyway.” JJ grumped rubbing at his eye sleepily like a child and yawning.

 

Drake placed a plate down in front of JJ along with a steaming cup of coffee, then took a seat across from him, with a similar setup.

 

“So what did you bring me?” JJ asked.

 

“Nuh Uh. Eat your breakfast, then take the last fo your antibiotics and some ibuprophen, trust me…you're going to need them. Put something comfortable on then meet me back in the living room.” Drake spelled out.

 

 

After breakfast, JJ did as he was bade and now they were both seated on the couch looking at a medium sized box sitting on JJ's coffee table.

 

“Go on…open it. I know your dying to know what it is.”

 

Drake was right. He couldn't wait to know what was in that plain looking box. As soon as he opened the lid, he knew what it was and couldn't believe his eyes. He turned to Drake in shock.

 

“I borrowed them from a friend who runs one out in Jersey, so don't get attached.”

 

JJ just nodded numbly as he reached into the box and pulled out the Lazer Tag gun and vest with seeming reverence. “How did you know?” JJ asked still stunned.

 

“I kinda overheard you talking to Dee once about always wanting to play when you were a kid and never getting to.”

 

“…Wow Drake…thanks.” JJ said, deeply moved.

 

“Are you sure you're up to it?” Drake asked cautiously.

 

“Yeah.” JJ said sliding off his sling and lifting his arm experimentaly. “ I think so.”

 

“Promise me you won't let me regret bringing this over, JJ.”

 

“Don't worry, I won't overdo it.” JJ promised. “Hey I know a way to make this more interesting.” JJ said turning to Drake while he doned his LT vest and handing over Drake's.

 

“How?” Drake asked, keenly aware that JJ was probably up to something scurrilous.

 

“Who ever has the most hits at the end gets a wish granted by the other.”

 

“No way.” Drake deadpanned.

 

“Why?” JJ moped.

 

“Tell me Mr. Sharpshooter, why do you think?” Drake said empahsizing JJ's title.

 

“You have no faith in your own abilities Drake?” JJ asked trying to hit a nerve.

 

“It's not my lack of faith. It's more my having faith in you using every dirty trick in the S.W.A.T. handbook to win.”

 

“I have a handicap. Bullet through the shoulder, remember?” JJ reminded Drake.

 

Drake thought this over then begrudingly agreed to the sudo-bet. Regretting it as soon as he saw that cheschire cat grin appear on JJ's face.

 

 

 

 

Of course after all was said and done JJ won by a landslide.

 

“Well I guess I'm better than I thought, eve with a handicap.” JJ said slightly out of breath as he dropped down on the couch next to an equally out of breath Drake.

 

“Right.” Drake drawled sarcastically. “Now what is my punish - I mean your wish.” Drake fumbled deliberately with a smirk on his face, when he caught JJ ` s frown.

 

“I want you to sleep over.” JJ stated.

 

“Not a problem. You still have that spare room right?”

 

“In my bed.” JJ said still looking straight ahead.

 

“What!! JJ don't kid around.” Drake said sitting up and looking down at an all to serious face on JJ.

 

“You lost fair and square.”

 

“Yeah right. What was fair about it. First this is your apartment and you're a sniper. Who's shooting skills far outweigh mine.” Drake whined.

 

“True, but you're no slouch either. Anyway all you'll be doing is sleeping. It's not like I'm asking you to have sex with me or anything.” JJ said locking teal eyes with smoke grey ones full of worry.

 

Drake felt his body grow warm at the mention of bed, JJ and sex all in one conversation. “I - I know that!” Drake said indignantly, slumping back down onto the couch.

 

“Good. So it's agreed. You'll sleep over.”

 

“Sure why not. I'll just sleep with my gun under the pillow, that's all.”

 

“Ha.Ha.Very funny.” JJ retorted dryly.

 

“I thought so. Drake retorted chuckling.

 

End Flasback

 

 

When Drake reached the car completely out of breath, looking like he was ready to throttle JJ for the kiss. He couldn't help but smile at the look of utter joy that was plastered ot JJ's face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

JJ woke that morning to find himself engulfed by Drake. During the night JJ deduced that Drake may have instinctively sought out his body heat. It seems to have turned out that Drake was a snuggler. JJ's head had been buried under Drake's chin and he was completely wrapped up in Drake's arms and legs.

 

Nothing would have pleased JJ more than to stay right where he was, but his bladder had other ideas, that's what had drug him out of his sleep in the first place. JJ slowly tried to extract himself from the tangle of limbs, when he felt Drake lock them in place, which caused JJ to freeze his movements.

 

“Where are you going?” mumbled Drake sleepily.

 

Hearing Drake ask this made it suddenly dawn on JJ that Drake was awake and from his reaction or kinda lack there of, was completely aware of his position.

 

Drake had woken up about a half an hour earlier and realized his predicament and came to the conclusion that he didn't especially care, he was comfortable. He knew that JJ on the other hand wouldn't mind one bit and proceeded to go right back to sleep, that is until he felt JJ moving.

 

“Well?” Drake prodded, not hearing an answer forthcoming from JJ.

 

“Bathroom.” JJ mumbled into Drake's chest.

 

“Fine, but don't take long, I don't have to be up for another two hours.” Drake untangled himself from JJ.

 

In the bathroom JJ, after washing his hands, had to physically keep himself from doing a little dance like an idiot, at the fact that Drake was in his bed and actually waiting for him to come back, although plutonically, but awesome nonetheless.

 

JJ steppped out the bathroom and walked over to his bed where Drake lifted the covers and wrapped himself back around JJ.

 

Two hours later Drake left for the precinct promising to pick up JJ that afternoon to go take him to his doctor's appointment and have his stitches finally removed.

 

Now they were outside the hospital grinning at each other like two idiots.

 

“If you weren't still on the injured list - “ Drake threatened JJ albeit with a smile on his face, as he got into the car, JJ following suit when he heard his door unlock.

 

“AAAWWW come on your not still mad are you…………Drakey?”

 

“JJ - QUIT IT!” Drake snapped warningly as they drove off.

 

 

A/N - MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I HOPE THIS FIC FINDS EVERYONE WELL ON THIS CHRISTMANS DAY. I'M DOING MY BEST TO PUT OUT TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE FELL SWOOP AS A CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO ALL MY LOYAL READERS, BUT IT SEEMS TO BE EASIER SAID THAN DONE. IT'S 4 A.M. AND MY EYES ARE KILLING ME, BUT I'LL KEEP GOING AND IF I'M ABLE TO DO IT YOU'LL OBVIOUSLY SEE FOR YOURSELF. WELL THAT'S ALL FOR NOW HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER.

 

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!