Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Loves Company ❯ Realizations ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Kita and Subu-chan 
Drake and JJ have a little heart to heart. Warning for Lemony content. Here's to you, Hana-chan and Catti-Doni.
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Police / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 482 | Status: Work In Progress
Drake and JJ have a little heart to heart. Warning for Lemony content. Here's to you, Hana-chan and Catti-Doni.
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Police / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 482 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4-Realizations
A/N- This one’s for Hana-chan and all of her support through these trying times. If you guys haven’t read her fics - What are you doing here? Okay, so you’re reading our fics, but still. Go, go and read and Review “Dead Men Tell No Tales” or one of her other great stories. She even gifted one to Akita and I! (Yay! Yay! Yaaaayyy!) Please ignore the fangirl. Her meds aren’t helping that much anymore.
Catti, we were just kidding, come back! We still adore you! Our first and most faithful reviewer; didn’t we say that? If we didn’t, sorry! Give us time. Drake’s still working up to going that far. He’s new to the whole thing yet. Gomen! We’re getting there.
JJ hesitated before tapping lightly on Drake’s door. He was a little surprised when the door opened even before he’d finished knocking. Drake blinked at him and then stepped back and motioned him inside the cluttered apartment. JJ squared his shoulders and entered.
“Drake.”
“JJ.” Drake greeted him calmly. “You want something to drink?”
JJ debated asking for something to calm his nerves but thought better of it. “I’m good, thanks.” He wondered if Drake had been drinking, but a single sniff told him otherwise. Drake’s breath smelled of coffee and cigarettes, a scent that was at once disturbing and comforting.
“Have a seat.”
JJ perched uncomfortably on the edge of Drake’s lumpy thrift-store reject sofa. Drake sat across from him in a recliner that looked like it had been around since the birth of Christ. “We need to talk, JJ.”
JJ swallowed and nodded. “I know.”
Drake sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
JJ’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Drake was apologizing…? To him? Feeling like he had missed a page, JJ managed only a single inarticulate sound.
Ignoring him, Drake went on, his gray eyes fastened on the carpet at JJ’s feet. “I…” He shook his head. “I was an ass. You came to check on me and I-I practically raped you.”
JJ couldn’t stop the single disbelieving chuckle that escaped him. “You…?” He couldn’t go on. It started with a stifled giggle and worked its way up to a full laugh attack. The perplexed and somewhat annoyed look Drake gave him only made him laugh harder. Finally, he managed to stop. “You…*heh, heh*…you… God, Drake! I’m not sure which of us is more fucked up in the head!” He managed before another burst of giggles overtook him.
Drake was getting angry. “Look, I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking! I-I just…”
The tone of his voice quelled JJ’s hysterical burst of laughter. “You just what?”
“I…” Drake flushed a dark red. “I don’t know, alright?”
JJ sighed and managed not to burst into tears. He’d been right. Drake had only needed a warm body… not… not him.
Drake’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach at the dejected look that made JJ droop like a wilted flower. Fuck! He’d screwed it all up. His mouth got away from him again!
“Wait, JJ! Please, just bear with me. We need to talk. I’ve been thinking…” Drake didn’t mention the hours of soul-searching he had spent there amid the tangle of bed sheets. When he had woken, it had felt like something was missing - like an arm or a leg. No, something more important than that. The pillow his head rested on had still smelled faintly of JJ’s cologne and that had brought home the missing part with a thud that left him reeling.
“Since you called me in today, I’ve had a lot of time to think things through, JJ.” Drake decided he would never mention the bout of intense self-loathing that had accompanied the thought ‘He’s so going to hate me for making him a simple sexual object like that.’ No, JJ didn’t need to hear about him sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling the pillow to his chest and muffling sounds that came suspiciously close to sobs into the cotton that had carried JJ’s scent.
Alone in the silence of his apartment, Drake had come to the blinding realization that JJ was the single most important person in his life. And damned if it hadn’t felt good to admit that to himself. It had felt like a vise around his heart had broken. He’d never felt quite that free before. Free enough to finally take a good hard look at the haggard man in the mirror and own up to a few things about himself.
“JJ… shit, this is hard to say without sounding like a complete and utter ass, but here goes. I’m sorry about last night.”
JJ flinched and Drake could see him brace himself. His thoughts were writ large on his mobile face. And something hard broke in Drake… The fear that what he’d done in the heat of the moment would have permanently ruined what had been slowly growing between them; the feelings that had only gotten more intense since the kiss on the roof of the precinct. All of that terror melted and before he had even thought about it, he had risen and sat beside JJ on the sofa. “JJ…”
JJ stared at him with wide, doe-like blue eyes. Eyes that Drake could now admit he’d had thoughts of drowning in. He reached up to cup JJ’s cheek. “I’m not sorry for what we did… I’m sorry for treating you like a … like a sex object, I guess. I didn’t think or care about your feelings. I’m a bastard sometimes.”
“Drake…” JJ breathed, like he could hardly believe the words coming out of him. “Drake…” He seemed to get stuck on that single sound.
Drake sighed. “Maybe I’m not going abut this the right way. I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you. The thought of you hating me or - or leaving hurts like hell. I don’t know what to do…” Drake shuddered and pressed his lips against JJ’s forehead. “I’m not sure of much anymore, just that I don’t want you to hate me…”
That broke the paralysis and JJ squeaked, and turned the sound into a full-fledged glomp. Drake fell off the edge of the couch with his hyperactive partner glued to him like an overgrown leech. JJ was babbling non-stop and somewhere along the way his words had ceased to make sense. It was entirely possible it was because he was trying to laugh and cry and talk all at once and failing miserably at all three. The only thing that Drake could make out with any clarity was “…don’t hate you…”
That was enough for him and for the first time, Drake moved first, wrapping his arms around JJ’s slim, strong frame and shutting him up in the only way that seemed right at the time. JJ melted into the kiss, his hands lifting to twine in Drake’s blonde hair. It was a long moment later when they came up for air.
“JJ… I think I…”
A slender finger pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him. “No. Don’t say anything. Don’t pin it down with words. That’s for later when things are more certain…”
Drake growled agreement and kissed the finger that sealed his mouth. JJ squirming on top of him had had a not entirely unexpected or unwelcome effect. He took a deep breath and did his level best to smile invitingly into the shocked blue eyes above him.
The kiss this time was slow, languid, a gentle exploration of each other. Drake forced himself to relax. He wanted this with a fire that burned so hot it hurt, but some of his hang-ups here still firmly in place. He wasn’t sure enough of himself to take the next step. JJ pulled away and smiled, his whole face softening in the gentle expression. “It’s okay,” He whispered softly. “We’ll take things slow. One thing; one day at a time.”
Drake could only nod dazed agreement as gentle fingers slid under his shirt and did deliciously wonderful things to his nipples. He’d never thought of them as one of his erogenous zones before, but JJ was making him rethink that assumption. JJ bared his chest and looked back at him with a pleading expression. “Can I…?”
“Yes…” He managed. “Oh, god, yesss…”
The feel of JJ’s mouth, hot and wet around his left nipple, dragged a groan out of him. Drake wound his hands in that silvery hair and allowed himself to be assailed by sensation. It felt so good that it hurt. “Nnngh, JJ…”
Teeth scraped gently across the bud of flesh, drawing a shocked sound out of him. JJ stopped and lifted his head to meet Drake’s startled gray eyes. “Drake…? Are you alright?”
Drake shivered and lowered his head. “Y-yeah.” He had to work to get the single word out. His mouth felt dry and there was a lump of mingled excitement and nervousness making his throat tight. “J-just thinking that there are more comfortable places to be doing this than the floor.”
The smile JJ gifted him with was enough to shake him. God, why hadn’t he noticed before how fucking beautiful his partner was? And beautiful was the right word to describe the slight man, with his oddly colored silver-blonde hair that looked almost purple in the right light and those endearing blue eyes that were more than deep enough to drown in and never come up for air, and those soft and utterly kissable lips that were blushed an appealing shade of rose from the force of their kisses.
JJ rose and offered him a hand. Drake accepted it and let JJ help him up off the floor. He didn’t let go when he was standing though, keeping JJ’s warm fingers wrapped in his own. It had taken all of his nerve to do this, but now it somehow just felt right. He cupped JJ’s soft cheek in his free hand and drew his face up for a kiss.
The taste of JJ’s mouth was exactly like he’d dreamed it would be. Hot and sweet - with that indefinable tang that was uniquely JJ’s. Drake shoved down the nervousness that fluttered in his belly like a caged bird and led them toward his bed.
They stood beside the bed for a timeless moment, mouths locked hungrily and hands roaming tentatively over the contours of each other’s bodies. JJ felt Drake tense against him, and not entirely in mounting desire. Reluctantly, JJ took a step back and looked hard into Drake’s gray eyes. “Drake?”
Drake shivered once and sat down on the side of the bed. “God, JJ, I want you…”
“But?” JJ asked gently, kneeling between Drake’s legs and looking expectantly up in his face.
“I-I’m a little scared, JJ…” At JJ’s measuring gaze, he confessed shamefacedly. “Okay, a lot scared. I don’t know what to do… This is all so confusing.”
“Hush,” JJ told him tenderly. “I told you, we’ll take it slow. If anything makes you the slightest bit nervous or uncomfortable - we’ll stop. I won’t make you do anything that you’re not ready to. Okay?”
Drake blushed and looked down bashfully - an expression that JJ found unaccountably charming and sweet. He had to resist the urge to glomp him again.
“To be honest,” Drake muttered softly, his ears turning a brighter shade of pink. “I’m not afraid to admit, this whole sex between two men thing scares the living crap out of me.” At JJ’s crestfallen look, Drake swallowed hard and rushed to add, “Not that you’re not sexy, JJ because you’re sexy as hell - which frankly, is a whole ’nother can of weirdness altogether… but the whole sex thing - especially the… urhm, anal - just weirds me. Not that the concept of hot monkey sex--”
JJ silenced him with another finger across his lips and a giggle that he couldn’t quite suppress. “You’re babbling, Drake. And worse than I do sometimes.”
Drake stuttered to a halt, still flushed a becoming shade of pink.
“Hot monkey sex? Honestly, Drake, that sounds more like something Dee-sempai would say.” JJ chuckled and lifted one of Drake’s hands to kiss his fingertips.
Drake turned scarlet, which said very, very clearly just who he had gotten that particular turn of phrase from. JJ smiled and gently nipped the tip of Drake’s index finger. “I know it’s hard to imagine, but I can behave myself, you know. I promise, we’ll take thing slow and easy until you’re comfortable with the concept. We’ll work our way up to the ‘hot monkey sex’ part.”
Drake looked surprised and finally relaxed enough to chuckle at the joke. He bent his head and JJ lifted his until their lips met in a kiss that was less about passion and more about just being together. Drake was the one to tentatively deepen the kiss, his tongue twining with JJ’s in a way that soon had them both panting and short of breath.
When their lips parted, JJ leaned forward to press his lips to the dip of Drake’s collarbone. Drake sucked in a startled breath and then relaxed as JJ slid warm hands up his ribs. This time when JJ’s lips found his nipple he arched his back with a breathy moan and brought both hands up to hold JJ’s head in place. JJ smiled against his chest and stroked the gently rippled muscles of Drake’s stomach, delighting in being able to touch what he had seen so many times when they had gone to the gym together. He had to admit that even before he had felt anything more than partnership for the blonde man, he’d been impressed with Drake’s lean build.
His fingers touched a jagged scar and he winced, remembering when Drake had gotten that mark. He’d come close to losing Drake then before he’d even really had him. Drake had risked life and limb to pull a child out of the way of a madman with a gun a couple of years back. The bullet had clipped him high on the side, ripping a bloody furrow along his ribs and lodging in the juncture between rib and vertebrae. He’d spent close to seven hours in surgery as the doctors had fought to remove the bullet without damaging his spine.
JJ shivered and pushed that thought away to press his mouth against the defining line of Drake’s sternum. He’d been worried then, but with nothing like he’d felt when Drake had nearly taken a fatal plunge down the side of a building. And he’d only just begun to realize his feelings for Drake then. The thought of something like that happening to him now was utterly unbearable.
Drake’s breathing was getting more ragged and the hands on JJ’s head were trembling as JJ wetly kissed his way down the smooth planes of Drake’s stomach. Drake had tipped his head back and started to moan softly as JJ slipped a hand down to caress Drake’s growing erection through the fabric of his worn jeans.
“Drake, do you want me to…?”
Drake rolled his head to gaze down at him with passion-glazed eyes. “JJ…” He managed in a low growl that sent shivers of pure lust zinging down every one of JJ’s nerve endings. Dipping his head to press a searing kiss to Drake’s navel that wrenched a shout from the blonde, he gently undid Drake’s fly. Drake’s erection sprang forth, tenting the cotton of his boxers. JJ pressed a kiss to the tip through the cloth and was rewarded by a sound of pure pleasure ripped from Drake’s throat.
A loud burst of sound jerked them both up short with startled yelps. Drake moaned and fumbled his cell phone out of his pocket with shaking fingers. It took him two tries to get it open. He groaned at the number displayed. “P-Parker.”
JJ, still trying to calm his hammering heart, recognized the smooth tones of Commissioner Rose’s voice coming through the line. He couldn’t make out the words but he watched the blood drain out of Drake’s face. “Oh, shit…” His voice was a horrified whisper. “I understand. No, I’ll be okay. Give me twenty minutes. No, I’ll call him. He’ll be there.” He closed the phone and stared at it for a long moment.
“Drake? What is it?” JJ asked, worried now.
Clouded gray eyes met his and JJ was struck by the ghastly pallor of Drake’s face. “They found another body. This one’s been dead close to a week. But that’s not the worst of it.” He shook his head and scrubbed his hand over his eyes. “Looks like our killer has upped the ante. Tiffany Richmond has gone missing. She and a group of friends slipped past the guys watching her and ditched school. She’s been missing since this afternoon. They just found the girls car abandoned in a mall parking garage with bloodstains on the upholstery.”
“Oh, crap.” JJ managed.
“As the lead investigators on the case, Rose wants us at the parking garage as of an hour ago.” Drake blinked at JJ. “I told him I’d call you to meet me there…” Drake hesitated. “But JJ, that’s not the worst of it. One of the girls that was with her is Stephanie, Marty’s kid.”
“Oh, shit…”
A/N- Ooops. There we go with the cliffhangers again. *grins sheepishly*
A/N- This one’s for Hana-chan and all of her support through these trying times. If you guys haven’t read her fics - What are you doing here? Okay, so you’re reading our fics, but still. Go, go and read and Review “Dead Men Tell No Tales” or one of her other great stories. She even gifted one to Akita and I! (Yay! Yay! Yaaaayyy!) Please ignore the fangirl. Her meds aren’t helping that much anymore.
Catti, we were just kidding, come back! We still adore you! Our first and most faithful reviewer; didn’t we say that? If we didn’t, sorry! Give us time. Drake’s still working up to going that far. He’s new to the whole thing yet. Gomen! We’re getting there.
JJ hesitated before tapping lightly on Drake’s door. He was a little surprised when the door opened even before he’d finished knocking. Drake blinked at him and then stepped back and motioned him inside the cluttered apartment. JJ squared his shoulders and entered.
“Drake.”
“JJ.” Drake greeted him calmly. “You want something to drink?”
JJ debated asking for something to calm his nerves but thought better of it. “I’m good, thanks.” He wondered if Drake had been drinking, but a single sniff told him otherwise. Drake’s breath smelled of coffee and cigarettes, a scent that was at once disturbing and comforting.
“Have a seat.”
JJ perched uncomfortably on the edge of Drake’s lumpy thrift-store reject sofa. Drake sat across from him in a recliner that looked like it had been around since the birth of Christ. “We need to talk, JJ.”
JJ swallowed and nodded. “I know.”
Drake sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
JJ’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Drake was apologizing…? To him? Feeling like he had missed a page, JJ managed only a single inarticulate sound.
Ignoring him, Drake went on, his gray eyes fastened on the carpet at JJ’s feet. “I…” He shook his head. “I was an ass. You came to check on me and I-I practically raped you.”
JJ couldn’t stop the single disbelieving chuckle that escaped him. “You…?” He couldn’t go on. It started with a stifled giggle and worked its way up to a full laugh attack. The perplexed and somewhat annoyed look Drake gave him only made him laugh harder. Finally, he managed to stop. “You…*heh, heh*…you… God, Drake! I’m not sure which of us is more fucked up in the head!” He managed before another burst of giggles overtook him.
Drake was getting angry. “Look, I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking! I-I just…”
The tone of his voice quelled JJ’s hysterical burst of laughter. “You just what?”
“I…” Drake flushed a dark red. “I don’t know, alright?”
JJ sighed and managed not to burst into tears. He’d been right. Drake had only needed a warm body… not… not him.
Drake’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach at the dejected look that made JJ droop like a wilted flower. Fuck! He’d screwed it all up. His mouth got away from him again!
“Wait, JJ! Please, just bear with me. We need to talk. I’ve been thinking…” Drake didn’t mention the hours of soul-searching he had spent there amid the tangle of bed sheets. When he had woken, it had felt like something was missing - like an arm or a leg. No, something more important than that. The pillow his head rested on had still smelled faintly of JJ’s cologne and that had brought home the missing part with a thud that left him reeling.
“Since you called me in today, I’ve had a lot of time to think things through, JJ.” Drake decided he would never mention the bout of intense self-loathing that had accompanied the thought ‘He’s so going to hate me for making him a simple sexual object like that.’ No, JJ didn’t need to hear about him sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling the pillow to his chest and muffling sounds that came suspiciously close to sobs into the cotton that had carried JJ’s scent.
Alone in the silence of his apartment, Drake had come to the blinding realization that JJ was the single most important person in his life. And damned if it hadn’t felt good to admit that to himself. It had felt like a vise around his heart had broken. He’d never felt quite that free before. Free enough to finally take a good hard look at the haggard man in the mirror and own up to a few things about himself.
“JJ… shit, this is hard to say without sounding like a complete and utter ass, but here goes. I’m sorry about last night.”
JJ flinched and Drake could see him brace himself. His thoughts were writ large on his mobile face. And something hard broke in Drake… The fear that what he’d done in the heat of the moment would have permanently ruined what had been slowly growing between them; the feelings that had only gotten more intense since the kiss on the roof of the precinct. All of that terror melted and before he had even thought about it, he had risen and sat beside JJ on the sofa. “JJ…”
JJ stared at him with wide, doe-like blue eyes. Eyes that Drake could now admit he’d had thoughts of drowning in. He reached up to cup JJ’s cheek. “I’m not sorry for what we did… I’m sorry for treating you like a … like a sex object, I guess. I didn’t think or care about your feelings. I’m a bastard sometimes.”
“Drake…” JJ breathed, like he could hardly believe the words coming out of him. “Drake…” He seemed to get stuck on that single sound.
Drake sighed. “Maybe I’m not going abut this the right way. I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you. The thought of you hating me or - or leaving hurts like hell. I don’t know what to do…” Drake shuddered and pressed his lips against JJ’s forehead. “I’m not sure of much anymore, just that I don’t want you to hate me…”
That broke the paralysis and JJ squeaked, and turned the sound into a full-fledged glomp. Drake fell off the edge of the couch with his hyperactive partner glued to him like an overgrown leech. JJ was babbling non-stop and somewhere along the way his words had ceased to make sense. It was entirely possible it was because he was trying to laugh and cry and talk all at once and failing miserably at all three. The only thing that Drake could make out with any clarity was “…don’t hate you…”
That was enough for him and for the first time, Drake moved first, wrapping his arms around JJ’s slim, strong frame and shutting him up in the only way that seemed right at the time. JJ melted into the kiss, his hands lifting to twine in Drake’s blonde hair. It was a long moment later when they came up for air.
“JJ… I think I…”
A slender finger pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him. “No. Don’t say anything. Don’t pin it down with words. That’s for later when things are more certain…”
Drake growled agreement and kissed the finger that sealed his mouth. JJ squirming on top of him had had a not entirely unexpected or unwelcome effect. He took a deep breath and did his level best to smile invitingly into the shocked blue eyes above him.
The kiss this time was slow, languid, a gentle exploration of each other. Drake forced himself to relax. He wanted this with a fire that burned so hot it hurt, but some of his hang-ups here still firmly in place. He wasn’t sure enough of himself to take the next step. JJ pulled away and smiled, his whole face softening in the gentle expression. “It’s okay,” He whispered softly. “We’ll take things slow. One thing; one day at a time.”
Drake could only nod dazed agreement as gentle fingers slid under his shirt and did deliciously wonderful things to his nipples. He’d never thought of them as one of his erogenous zones before, but JJ was making him rethink that assumption. JJ bared his chest and looked back at him with a pleading expression. “Can I…?”
“Yes…” He managed. “Oh, god, yesss…”
The feel of JJ’s mouth, hot and wet around his left nipple, dragged a groan out of him. Drake wound his hands in that silvery hair and allowed himself to be assailed by sensation. It felt so good that it hurt. “Nnngh, JJ…”
Teeth scraped gently across the bud of flesh, drawing a shocked sound out of him. JJ stopped and lifted his head to meet Drake’s startled gray eyes. “Drake…? Are you alright?”
Drake shivered and lowered his head. “Y-yeah.” He had to work to get the single word out. His mouth felt dry and there was a lump of mingled excitement and nervousness making his throat tight. “J-just thinking that there are more comfortable places to be doing this than the floor.”
The smile JJ gifted him with was enough to shake him. God, why hadn’t he noticed before how fucking beautiful his partner was? And beautiful was the right word to describe the slight man, with his oddly colored silver-blonde hair that looked almost purple in the right light and those endearing blue eyes that were more than deep enough to drown in and never come up for air, and those soft and utterly kissable lips that were blushed an appealing shade of rose from the force of their kisses.
JJ rose and offered him a hand. Drake accepted it and let JJ help him up off the floor. He didn’t let go when he was standing though, keeping JJ’s warm fingers wrapped in his own. It had taken all of his nerve to do this, but now it somehow just felt right. He cupped JJ’s soft cheek in his free hand and drew his face up for a kiss.
The taste of JJ’s mouth was exactly like he’d dreamed it would be. Hot and sweet - with that indefinable tang that was uniquely JJ’s. Drake shoved down the nervousness that fluttered in his belly like a caged bird and led them toward his bed.
They stood beside the bed for a timeless moment, mouths locked hungrily and hands roaming tentatively over the contours of each other’s bodies. JJ felt Drake tense against him, and not entirely in mounting desire. Reluctantly, JJ took a step back and looked hard into Drake’s gray eyes. “Drake?”
Drake shivered once and sat down on the side of the bed. “God, JJ, I want you…”
“But?” JJ asked gently, kneeling between Drake’s legs and looking expectantly up in his face.
“I-I’m a little scared, JJ…” At JJ’s measuring gaze, he confessed shamefacedly. “Okay, a lot scared. I don’t know what to do… This is all so confusing.”
“Hush,” JJ told him tenderly. “I told you, we’ll take it slow. If anything makes you the slightest bit nervous or uncomfortable - we’ll stop. I won’t make you do anything that you’re not ready to. Okay?”
Drake blushed and looked down bashfully - an expression that JJ found unaccountably charming and sweet. He had to resist the urge to glomp him again.
“To be honest,” Drake muttered softly, his ears turning a brighter shade of pink. “I’m not afraid to admit, this whole sex between two men thing scares the living crap out of me.” At JJ’s crestfallen look, Drake swallowed hard and rushed to add, “Not that you’re not sexy, JJ because you’re sexy as hell - which frankly, is a whole ’nother can of weirdness altogether… but the whole sex thing - especially the… urhm, anal - just weirds me. Not that the concept of hot monkey sex--”
JJ silenced him with another finger across his lips and a giggle that he couldn’t quite suppress. “You’re babbling, Drake. And worse than I do sometimes.”
Drake stuttered to a halt, still flushed a becoming shade of pink.
“Hot monkey sex? Honestly, Drake, that sounds more like something Dee-sempai would say.” JJ chuckled and lifted one of Drake’s hands to kiss his fingertips.
Drake turned scarlet, which said very, very clearly just who he had gotten that particular turn of phrase from. JJ smiled and gently nipped the tip of Drake’s index finger. “I know it’s hard to imagine, but I can behave myself, you know. I promise, we’ll take thing slow and easy until you’re comfortable with the concept. We’ll work our way up to the ‘hot monkey sex’ part.”
Drake looked surprised and finally relaxed enough to chuckle at the joke. He bent his head and JJ lifted his until their lips met in a kiss that was less about passion and more about just being together. Drake was the one to tentatively deepen the kiss, his tongue twining with JJ’s in a way that soon had them both panting and short of breath.
When their lips parted, JJ leaned forward to press his lips to the dip of Drake’s collarbone. Drake sucked in a startled breath and then relaxed as JJ slid warm hands up his ribs. This time when JJ’s lips found his nipple he arched his back with a breathy moan and brought both hands up to hold JJ’s head in place. JJ smiled against his chest and stroked the gently rippled muscles of Drake’s stomach, delighting in being able to touch what he had seen so many times when they had gone to the gym together. He had to admit that even before he had felt anything more than partnership for the blonde man, he’d been impressed with Drake’s lean build.
His fingers touched a jagged scar and he winced, remembering when Drake had gotten that mark. He’d come close to losing Drake then before he’d even really had him. Drake had risked life and limb to pull a child out of the way of a madman with a gun a couple of years back. The bullet had clipped him high on the side, ripping a bloody furrow along his ribs and lodging in the juncture between rib and vertebrae. He’d spent close to seven hours in surgery as the doctors had fought to remove the bullet without damaging his spine.
JJ shivered and pushed that thought away to press his mouth against the defining line of Drake’s sternum. He’d been worried then, but with nothing like he’d felt when Drake had nearly taken a fatal plunge down the side of a building. And he’d only just begun to realize his feelings for Drake then. The thought of something like that happening to him now was utterly unbearable.
Drake’s breathing was getting more ragged and the hands on JJ’s head were trembling as JJ wetly kissed his way down the smooth planes of Drake’s stomach. Drake had tipped his head back and started to moan softly as JJ slipped a hand down to caress Drake’s growing erection through the fabric of his worn jeans.
“Drake, do you want me to…?”
Drake rolled his head to gaze down at him with passion-glazed eyes. “JJ…” He managed in a low growl that sent shivers of pure lust zinging down every one of JJ’s nerve endings. Dipping his head to press a searing kiss to Drake’s navel that wrenched a shout from the blonde, he gently undid Drake’s fly. Drake’s erection sprang forth, tenting the cotton of his boxers. JJ pressed a kiss to the tip through the cloth and was rewarded by a sound of pure pleasure ripped from Drake’s throat.
A loud burst of sound jerked them both up short with startled yelps. Drake moaned and fumbled his cell phone out of his pocket with shaking fingers. It took him two tries to get it open. He groaned at the number displayed. “P-Parker.”
JJ, still trying to calm his hammering heart, recognized the smooth tones of Commissioner Rose’s voice coming through the line. He couldn’t make out the words but he watched the blood drain out of Drake’s face. “Oh, shit…” His voice was a horrified whisper. “I understand. No, I’ll be okay. Give me twenty minutes. No, I’ll call him. He’ll be there.” He closed the phone and stared at it for a long moment.
“Drake? What is it?” JJ asked, worried now.
Clouded gray eyes met his and JJ was struck by the ghastly pallor of Drake’s face. “They found another body. This one’s been dead close to a week. But that’s not the worst of it.” He shook his head and scrubbed his hand over his eyes. “Looks like our killer has upped the ante. Tiffany Richmond has gone missing. She and a group of friends slipped past the guys watching her and ditched school. She’s been missing since this afternoon. They just found the girls car abandoned in a mall parking garage with bloodstains on the upholstery.”
“Oh, crap.” JJ managed.
“As the lead investigators on the case, Rose wants us at the parking garage as of an hour ago.” Drake blinked at JJ. “I told him I’d call you to meet me there…” Drake hesitated. “But JJ, that’s not the worst of it. One of the girls that was with her is Stephanie, Marty’s kid.”
“Oh, shit…”
A/N- Ooops. There we go with the cliffhangers again. *grins sheepishly*