Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Finding One's Way ❯ Absolution ( Chapter 8 )

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 8 - Absolution

 

On the way back to JJ's from the hospital Drake had received a call that he was needed at a crime scene. JJ was non-plussed at the news. He now had to fully functioning arms and no Drake, he would have to make up for the wasted time. He concluded as he watched Drake drive off.

 

 

 

 

By the time Drake got home he was so exhausted he only had enough energy to throw his poor weary body onto his old battered couch and promptly fall asleep.

 

It was like a building tsunami, rolling and gaining momentum the further along it travelled. Even in as deep a sleep as he was, Drake could feel it, his building orgasm which at its peak wrenched him from his sleep with a cry.

 

Breathing hard and trembling, Drake slowly opened his eyes and grimaced as he took note of the growing wet spot on the front of his pants. `Well these have to go into the wash.' Drake thought as he gingerly stood up and made his way to the bathroom.

 

As Drake undressed, his mind drifted over the fragments of his dream. JJ's face contorted in pleasure, his naked body sheathed in perspiration as he screamed Drake's name in ecstasy.

 

Drake was so wrapped up in his recollection that he found himself just standing in his bathroom with one leg still in his soiled pants, staring off into space. This wasn't one of the first dreams he'd had abot JJ. Actually if he was honest with himself he'd been having them on and off from about the time, just before he started dating Marissa.

 

He remembered how shocked he'd been the first time he'd woken up from one, opting to call in the next day for fear of facing JJ.

 

The dreams weren't a constant thing. More infrequent than not, soon it got to a point where he just filed them away in the back of his brain behind a solid wall of denial.

 

The day JJ confronted Drake directly was like a sledgehammer to that wall. Slowly, with the persistence of a slug crossing a country road JJ unkowingly broke through that wall. The final blow that broke through came obviously the day JJ had gotten shot.

 

While Drake had sat in that waiting room with Ryo, it had given him time to think. The final conclusion he came to was that his initial fear or confusion over whether or not he was gay, was no longer in contention. It probably never was at all. There was a far greater reason for him balking the way he did, although what that was, is still a mystery to even him.

 

That night Drake had unintentionally allowed JJ in through the opening in that wall of denial that he had created, with the kiss Ryo had witnessed. In turn allowing JJ to get away with a lot more than he normally would have and Drake to act a little on the swirl of emotions running through him.

 

Even with all the introspection and opening up, Drake couldn't figure out what was still holding him back from allowing himself to accept what JJ was offering. He knew he would most likely be very happy with JJ, but there was still something that made his stomach tie itself into knots whenever he considered giving in completely.

 

Drake finished getting undressed, shaking himself from his thoughts as he greatfully stepped into the hot shower. Afterwards he went into his kitchenette and dug around for something to put in his empty and protesting stomach.

 

`Oh yeah.' Drake remembered. `I've been spending so much time over at JJ's that I haven't gone food shopping in a couple of weeks.' He looked over at his wall clock and saw that it was 10:30 p.m. and the stores would be closed. Drake thought for a second and wondered if JJ would still be up. He picked up his cell then decided against calling, when his stomach gave a loud growl, reminding him he hadn't eaten for the entire day.

 

 

 

 

 

JJ groggily reached out for his cell, missing it multiple times before he finally snagged it. Turning over onto his back he answered with a yawn.

 

“JJ.”

 

“Sorry if I woke you.”

 

JJ recognized that voice instantly, snapping awake. “No, no I'm awake, I'm awake. What's up?”

 

“Look I know it's late and all, but …”

 

“What is it Drake?” JJ asked.

 

“Well…”

 

“Drake, spit it out already.” JJ ordered getting impatient.

 

“I'm starving. There's nothing here and all the stores in my neighborhood are closed.” Drake said in a rush.

 

JJ couldn't supress the giggle at Drake sounding so forlorn.

 

“Fine, if you're gonna laugh at me, I'll just go.” Drake grumbled.

 

“No, no. Come over. I'll make something for you.” JJ promised.

 

“You sure.” Drake murmured.

 

“Will you just get over here.” JJ demanded.

 

“Fine, I'm leaving now.:

 

“Alright. See you soon………Drakey.” JJ teased hanging up before Drake could admonish him. JJ hopped out of bed and practically sprinted to the kitchen.

 

 

 

 

 

JJ was halfway buttoning up his shirt when the doorbell rang. After JJ had gotten the food squared away, he went to go look about what to wear. He couldn't let his chance slip through his fingers. He actually contemplated wearing the black cashmere ensemble, that he had acquired, but thought better of it {little desperate} and opted for a pair of comfortable jeans and crisp black button down shirt, of course all doned after a quick shower.

 

Hearing the doorbell again JJ saw he didn't have enough time to run a comb through his semi-damp hair, so he raked his hands through the platinum mop as he made his way to the door, slicking it back, accentuating his unique features even more.

 

“Hey.” JJ greeted Drake.

 

“Hey. Sorry about this.” Drake apologized, entering.

 

“Why are you apologizing? Let's just say I owe you for all those times I showed up on your doorstep at the most godforsaken hours, after a sniper call.” JJ reminded Drake.

 

“Thanks, JJ.”

 

“Not a problem. Everything should be done soon.” JJ informed him as he headed for the kitchen. “I didn't want you to have to wait too long so I decided to make some vegetable and chicken stir fry and the rice is almost done.”

 

“You didn't have to go through all this trouble you know.” Drake said looking at the wonderful meal being prepared for him.

 

“Not a problem. I kinda wore myself out today trying to catch up on things, now that I have two arms, so I didn't have much dinner.”

 

“I really appreciate this JJ.”

 

JJ just looked around with a warm smile from where he stood in front of the stove spooning out the food onto plates.

 

Drake's breath caught for the second time that night at how breathtaking it was at times to look at JJ. The first time was when JJ first opened the door. After they finished eating they headed for the living room, where JJ plopped himself on the couch with a contented sigh.

 

“That was really good, if I do say so myself.” JJ stated leaning back bonelessly into the couch with his eyes closed.

 

“Ego much.” Drake grinned next to him.

 

“Well excuse me for appreciating my own cooking. You didn't exactly push your plate away, now did you?” JJ retorted sitting up.

 

“Easy now Emeril. No need to get your panties in an uproar.” Drake said egging JJ on.

 

“How could you?”

 

Drake just smirked at JJ in response. Drake knew JJ thought that Emeril was a hack and in JJ words `Didn't know a thing about cooking.'

 

“How could I what? You know, maybe I'll buy that cook book of his, I've had my eye on it for a while.” Drake said looking overly thoughtful, but also watching JJ out of the corner of his eye. JJ looked about ready to -.

 

Drake saw it a second before it happened and was able to dodge JJ's attempted Tackle. Leaping across JJ's coffee table and turning to see JJ land face first into the couch cushions where he was previously. Drake couldn't help but laugh uproariously at the sight.

 

“Some black belt you are.” Drake taunted, JJ about the fact that he was indeed a black belt and a first degree one at that too.

 

“What?” Came the muffled reply. “You are so in for it.” JJ threatened as he sat up and launched himself after Drake.

 

JJ's living room being as large as it was, gave Drake enough room to avoid JJ, albeit for a short period of time, before Drake found himself standing in front of the couch panting. Both he and JJ eyeing each other warily, it was almost like a stand off.

 

JJ knew Drake was a great strategist, that was the only reason he hadn't caught his wily ass yet. JJ knew the only way to catch him was to fake him out quickly. So he dodged right to make it as if to go around the obstruction of the coffee table, when he suddenly pulled left and launched himself directly at Drake, over the table and pinned him to the couch with his body and proceeded to tickle Drake mercilessly..

 

“HA HA AHA HA AHA!!!” Drake laughed uncontrollably, very close to loosing his breath.

 

“Take it back.”

 

“HA HA - Take - HA AHA - What - HA HA AHA - Back?” Drake managed to asked through his fits of laughter.

 

“You wouldn't dare buy that joke of a cook book.” JJ stated pausing in his tickle torture of Drake, allowing him to catch his breath.

 

“Why wouldn't I?” Drake asked out of breath and with an amused look on his face.

 

With a piqued look on his face, JJ resumed tickling Drake, this time going for the vitals.

 

“HA HA AHA HA!!!” Drake laughed like there was no tomorrow, but his sides were starting to get sore, so he decided to give in. “Okay, okay.” He gasped.

 

“Okay, what?” JJ asked sounding also somewhat out of breath.

 

“I take it back!” Drake practically yelled, still laughing.

 

`Thank God.' thought JJ. `My arms wre getting tired.'

 

“Good.” JJ said still leaning over Drake, his hair now in complete disarry, soft platinum hair falling into his face.

 

Drake having had his eyes squeezed shut most of the time he was pinned to the couch, now opened them and took in JJ's dishevled state and flushed face. Reflexively Drake reached up and gently put a stray lock of JJ's hair back into place behind his ear. In the silence following all that could be heard was their labored breathing as it evened out.

 

The sensation of Drake's fingers grazing the side of his face sent delectable zings of arousal up and down JJ's spine. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Drake's smokey eyes, which now seemed to have gone a more steel gray color, JJ noticed. It soon began to dawn on JJ that his visual sense of perception was off or Drake's face was actually getting closer.

 

Soon there were a warm pair of lips on his, obviously kissing him and not tentatively at all, they were sure, confident and seemed insistent on gaining access to his mouth.

 

Snapping out of his shocked daze, JJ obligingly responded, slowly lowering his body so as to not force Drake to keep his head up at such an uncomfortable angle. Luckily doing this also caused their bodies to become pressed into one another, pulling a groan of pleasure from the man under him.

 

Feeling JJ's lithe body utterly pressed into him sent Drake's senses into overdrive making him deepen the kiss. He wanted to taste every inch of JJ's mouth and proceeded do so. Drake ran his toungue lightly against the roof of JJ's mouth producing a shiver from the man above him. He slowly coaxed JJ's toungue to follow his as he retreated his back and captured JJ's sucking lightly.

 

 

JJ's mind was reeling and his body was abalze. To know that Drake was the one in complete control of the kiss and feeling the slick glide of Drake's tongue against his was slowly tearing away any control JJ was imposing on himself.

 

All too soon they had to separate for air. JJ took a quick breath and leaned back in to capture Drake's bottom lip between his teeth drawing it into his mouth, then running the tip of his tongue along the inside, causing Drake to let out a small wanton moan.

 

JJ couldn't take it anymore, that moan, all self control went out the window. JJ claimed Drake's mouth with a ferocity that he thought would completely scare Drake off, but to his utter surprise. Drake gave as good as he got, maybe even more passionately.

 

Drake could feel that JJ was still holding back from how tense his body felt against his, but he didn't want him to hold back, he guessed JJ needed some encouragement.

 

Soon JJ could feel Drake's hands on him. One making it's way up/under his shirt and caressing the bare now sensitized skin of his back and the other slowly making its way downward and coming to rest on his behind. JJ broke the kiss to gasp in pleasure at the unbearably fantastic sensations Drake's hands were creating on his body.

 

The hand on his back began tracing sensuous patterns, causing goosebumps and the other began slow groping massage of his ass where it rested, causing JJ to impulsively thrust his hips down against Drake's, dragging groans from both men.

 

JJ having dropped his head into the crook of Drake's neck, began to purposefully nibbling and licking, bringing small mewls of pleasure from Drake, which only served to spur JJ on even more.

 

The hand that Drake had on JJ's back had now joined the one on JJ's backside and with JJ nibbling away on his neck Drake began to slowly grind their clothed erections together, causing pure unadulterated arousal to lance through both their bodies. Soon the air was filled with their pants and groans.

 

“Drake.” JJ murmured against Drake's neck. “I want you. Oh God how I want you.” JJ declared as he kissed his way back up to Drake's mouth and captured it in another searing, mind altering kiss.

 

JJ made his way back down to Drake's neck leaving a trail of kisses that to Drake felt like his skin was being branded with each one. He felt JJ run his teeth along his collar bone, pulling a hiss of pleasure out of him, then that hiss turned into a groan when JJ began slowly sucking, causing Drake to throw his head back with a desire filled cry. Seeing Drake's reaction, JJ firgured that he had discovered a sensitive part of Drake's anatomy that could be exploited, he made sure to file this away for later for future reference.

 

 

JJ decided to explore a little more and started to make his way south. He slowly began to undo the buttons on Drakes shirt revealing more and more of Drake's luscious body to his gaze.

 

JJ lowered his head deciding that what he had revealed so far look too tasty to pass up. He began a slow path, starting from just beneath Drake's collarbone and working his way downward using his hands as a guide, followed by his insaitiable mouth.

 

JJ's left hand drifted to the left and lightly ran over the nipple that he found there, dragging a strangled gasp from Drake. Soon JJ's mouth followed right behind latching onto the the already firm nipple and teasing it even more, causing Drake to squirm enticingly underneath him, rubbing all kinds of tempting body parts together, driving JJ mad with desire.

 

JJ didn't forget about Drake's other nipple, he had every intention to give it the same treatment, but until then while his mouth was busy his hand would ghost over it and keep it occupied.

 

“Uh…JJ.” Drake gasped when he felt JJ's warm moist mouth close over his other nipple.

 

Drake arched his head back from the sensation JJ was creating, reaching up to grasp JJ's head and run his hands through that platinum silky mane.

 

Soon JJ began his decent again, leaving a trail of kisses along Drakes abdomen.

 

Drake felt JJ's downward progression and suddenly his mind balked. `We can't do this!' he thought. Then a jolt of desire shot through him from what JJ was doing to his abdomen with his talented mouth, causing him to moan in pleasure. Again Drake's overladed brain began to scrabble desparately, like a drowning animal trying to gain purchase on a slick shore. Suddenly his mind got a foothold, when he felt JJ start to unbuckle his belt, and Drake held on to it for dare life.

 

“…JJ, stop!” Drake panted, halting JJ from his downward path. “We can't.” Drake said, swiftly moving from underneath JJ, almost unseating him from the couch and tumbling them both to the floor. After freeing himself, Drake made a beeling for his coat which was thrown over a nearby armchair.

 

Through JJ's clouded mind it seemed that Drake was actually trying to leave. Coming to this realization cleared JJ's muddled mind and he rushed to block Drake's path, shoving him backwards.

 

“JJ what the hell?!”

 

“Why?! I can't take this anymore.”

 

“Look I gotta go. I'm sorry.” Drake said stepping around JJ and heading for the door.

 

`NO…NO!' was all JJ's mind could think before he took off running, hurling himself at Drake and landing on his back. It's a good thing JJ wasn't a heavy man, because with the impact and surprise he caught Drake with they should have both ended up on the floor.

 

“JJ what do you think you're doing?”

 

“You're not leaving!” JJ yelled.

 

“Like hell I'm not!” Drake yelled back as he pried JJ's fingers from around his neck and his legs for around his waist. Drake knew that he needed to press the upperhand he had now, seeing as JJ was a first degree Black belt and could turn the situation to his side any second. Without a second thought Drake spun around and pinned JJ to the hallway wall. Immobilizing his arms and legs.

 

“Why? I thought - “ JJ questioned weakly.

 

“This can't happen JJ.” Drake said evenly. “If it does…If it does - “

 

“What Drake? If it does…what?” JJ asked, noticing the anguished look in Drake's eyes. “Please, just tell me.”

 

“I'll - I'll lose you.” Drake answered his voice breaking. “If we do this you'll leave.”

 

“What?” JJ whispered.

 

“I'm always being left JJ. I don't want to lose you too.” Drake answered. Relinquishing his hold on JJ, shifting so his hands were on either side of JJ's head.

 

“Drake you couldn't lose me if you tried, don't you realize it yet you big doofus. I'm completely in-love with you.”

 

“JJ.” Drake breathed. Even with his declaration JJ still saw the indecision warring within Drake.

 

“I've waited so long to be able to tell you that without worrying that I'll scare you off. I've loved you for so long. I love you, I'm in-love with you.”

 

“JJ.” Drake didn't have to hear anymore he leaned in and claimed JJ's lips with everything that was in him that wanted this, that wanted JJ. Soon the kisses became filled with an urgency belying all the years of waiting and watching and needing. JJ soon found himself being picked up around the waist automatically wrapping his arms and legs around Drake, who pressed into him.

 

“Bed - “ JJ panted in between kisses.” - room.”

 

Drake didn't have to be told twice.

 

 

A/N - *evil cackle* cliffie cliffie cliffie. To make up for this horrible cliffhanger the next chapter will be all lemon zest. Please put your goggles and safety gear on, you will be needing it. Also this will be my first lemon so it may take a bit to write with me cringing and wincing through it. The more I wince and cringe I know I'm on the right path, so I'll be complete wreck when I'm done, hopefully. Wish me luck.

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!