Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Loves Company ❯ Turn Me On ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Kita and Subu-chan 
Drake and JJ share a bed... and other things...
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Police / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.11.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 451 | Status: Work In Progress
Drake and JJ share a bed... and other things...
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Police / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.11.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 451 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Seven-Turn Me On
“Well, I can be magic,
Or tragically tragic…
I can be everything between us
Some days I’m frightful or awfully delightful
The consummate extremist…
But you say, grinning,
You’re okay with all of the trimmings
But you’re blundering, you’re skating
I’m wondering, why are you waiting?”
“Turn me on, turn it up
Turn this fable into fact
Turn my world on its ear
Then go and turn it back
Turn the fall into flight
Turn this bubble to a burn
Baby it’s your turn
Turn me on, turn me on…”
(excerpted from “TURN ME ON”
by SheDaisy, from the album “Knock on the Sky”)
Disclaimers: Disclaimers remain the same. We own none of the licensed characters. Those still belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh-sama. We don’t own the song either. Akita just likes to torture me with it.
A/N- thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! Wow, so many reviews. We love hearing from all of you and hope you keep enjoying our fics. Special thanks go to Sesshy81, who is collaborating with us on a Pet Shop of Horrors Fic. Thanks for putting up with the insanity that is Akita on an Easter chocolate binge. Our best to you and yours. Please remember that we’re here for you in this trying time. For Hana, more fluffies. No bar scenes this chapter, but look for more of those in the future, Dubhghall.
Warnings: SEX! Ahem, sorry. This chapter contains male/male relations, (SEX!!) so if that offends you, (SEX! SEX!) do not read further. (SEX SEX SEX!!!!!!!!) Akita, SHUT UP!!!
JJ watched as Drake stepped out of the bathroom, a pleased smile curving his lips at the sight. The fringe of blonde hair around Drake’s face was damp and he was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of gray flannel pajama bottoms. JJ stifled a chuckle as he noticed that the faded gray was the exact same color as Drake’s eyes. If he weren’t so damned tired, he’d have pounced. Drake looked positively delicious, standing there bare-chested like that.
Drake glanced up and froze in mid-step at the sight of JJ standing by the bed.
His eyes darted between the freshly made bed and his new ‘boyfriend’ several times in quick succession. JJ was beginning to feel like he was watching a tennis match. If it weren’t so obvious that Drake was scared out of his wits by the thought of sharing a bed, JJ would have laughed at him.
He took a step toward Drake and watched his eyes dart toward him, something akin to panic filling them. He stilled Drake by grabbing his head and forcing him to meet his eyes. He kissed Drake gently, feeling the body against him tense.
“Bed, Drake,” he reminded gently. “To sleep… nothing else.” His lips quirked up in a wry smile. “Provided you can keep your rampant libido in check.”
Drake froze and then the tension leaked from him like air from a balloon. “I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?”
“That has to be one of the smartest things you’ve ever said.” JJ chided with a smile.
Drake sighed and let JJ lead him to the bed. He stretched out gingerly and closed his eyes, trying not to flinch as he felt the weight of a second person move the mattress beneath him. His eyes snapped open and he made an undignified squeak as JJ snuggled up against the jut of his hip. “JJ…”
“Shh.” A finger on his lips silenced him. “Sleepytime.”
“Sleepytime.” Drake agreed softly as he turned out the bedside lamp. But damned if he was going to get one single wink of sleep tonight.
*--------------------------------------------------*
When he woke, daylight was leaking around the edges of the think blanket he’d long ago tacked over the window to accommodate his sleeping habits. A warm body was pressed against him, tucked neatly into the shelter of his arms. He didn’t need the dim light to know exactly whose head was tucked under his chin. He knew JJ’s scent as well as he knew the smell of his own favorite aftershave. It was a little scary to think how well he knew such things.
Moving carefully, so as not to wake his bed-partner, he freed himself and slipped out of bed. He padded to the bathroom, glancing back at the sleeping figure in his bed. JJ looked so young and innocent in sleep.
When he finished and washed the sleep from his eyes, he moved to the living room and gazed out the small window. It showed a slice of gray sky past the bulk of a neighboring building. Broodingly, he stared at the lowering sky that threatened rain before the day was out. What really disturbed him was how comfortable and right JJ felt in his arms. JJ fitted against his body like he’d been made to fit there. And Drake had fallen asleep and slept the sleep of the dead with JJ against him.
That was the scary part. In all his years as a cop, he’d never felt comfortable enough to sleep with anyone. Sex, yeah, but to sleep together… nope. Every time one of his girlfriends had stayed the night, every single shift they made had woken him. He’d never been able to sleep well with someone else sharing his bed. The fact that he could and had with JJ was almost as disturbing as the realization that he found his partner sexy as all get go.
Ryo’s word came back to him and he stared at the lowering sky, brow creased in worry. If he lost JJ… It didn’t bear thinking about. Every single man in the precinct was aware that each day might be his last, but the thought of losing JJ tied a knot in his chest. But to have a meaningful relationship with another man…? True, he had the example of Ryo and Dee, but still, could he do it?
Drake started as strong, slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “You’re thinking too hard again, aren’t you?”
He raised an eyebrow and glanced down into JJ’s sleepy blue eyes. “How do you figure that?”
JJ freed a hand to press a fingertip to the skin between Drake’s brows. “When you think too hard, you get a little crease - right here.”
Drake frowned. “You’ll never have that problem. You never think hard about anything.”
JJ used the finger to shove Drake’s head back. “Don’t be a dick. And you’d be surprised. I’ve put a lot of thought into some things.”
Drake snorted and tilted his head away from the prodding finger. “Oh, yeah? Name one thing.” He challenged playfully.
He was surprised when JJ’s expression went solemn. “You. This.” His arm tightened around Drake’s waist and the other crept up to brush the back of his neck. “I must have agonized over this since the first time I realized that I cared for you as more than just my partner and best friend.” JJ sighed and leaned his head down to rest on Drake’s shoulder. “Do you know just how many times I dreamed of just being able to hold you like this, knowing you wouldn’t shove me away? But I knew that you never saw me as anything other than your spastic and hyper partner.”
“JJ…”
JJ shook his head where it was pressed into the curve of Drake’s collarbone. “Don’t deny it, Drake. For the longest time, I was just your partner. Then we became real friends. And then I started to fall for you. And it killed me, feeling like I was betraying what I had felt for Dee, knowing that if I made a move on you, I’d lose that friendship, and still wanting to.”
Still unsure of himself, but knowing that JJ needed his reassurance, Drake tipped his partner’s head up and pressed their lips together. If this was wrong, let it be wrong. Because wrong felt so right, he thought. JJ relaxed against him and Drake deepened the kiss, feeling shivers up and down his spine at the warm press of flesh against him.
JJ’s hands crept up to find purchase in Drake’s blonde hair and Drake wound his arms around JJ’s slender waist. JJ stumbled backwards and Drake willingly followed him back into the bedroom. They hit the bed together with a thump that surprised laughter out of both of them. JJ chuckled and nibbled lightly on Drake’s earlobe.
Drake sighed and tipped his head to the side, allowing JJ’s marvelously agile lips to work their magic. His slight protest was lost in an exhalation of pleasure as JJ used lips and teeth on the skin where his neck met shoulder. He knew JJ was marking him, but couldn’t bring himself to care. It felt so good.
Drake allowed his hands to roam down JJ’s back, feeling the lean contours of his body under the soft shirt. JJ smiled against his skin and gently kissed a trail down the curve of Drake’s collarbone. Drake squirmed as JJ slipped a hand between them to toy with one of his nipples. “JJ… don’t…”
JJ pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Drake…?”
Drake shivered and hitched himself up on his elbows. “Show me what to do…?” He managed, swallowing thickly.
JJ smiled and trailed his fingers down the gentle slope of Drake’s lean stomach. “Relax. Let me do all the work. We’ll work or way up to anything more than that.”
Drake slumped. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved being the center of JJ’s attention, because saying it aloud made it sound like he was just using JJ. Then all thought was lost as JJ’s mouth fastened around his nipple. His breath escaped in a soft sigh of pleasure as nimble fingers cupped him through the fabric of his pajamas. Drake shivered as warm lips worked their way down past his ribs and to the dip of his navel. JJ lapped softly at the slope of flesh that disappeared under the elastic waistband.
JJ looked up at the look of sheer pleasure that filled Drake’s handsome face. He loved seeing that look. He’d gotten used to seeing Drake’s face in a slight frown of concentration or a wry, self-depreciating smile or even a slightly feral grin as he brought in a suspect. Knowing he could win this expression out him made him feel like everything was worth it. All the fear and anxiety, uncertainty and self-hate faded like shadows in the daylight.
“Lift your hips.” He coaxed gently, tugging on the waistband of Drake’s pajamas. Shaking, Drake obeyed and JJ slid his pajamas down to reveal Drake’s erection. JJ smiled, impressed in spite of himself. He could see why Drake had never had any trouble getting dates, even if he were lousy at holding onto a single girl for more than a few months.
Drake blushed at his assessing gaze. “Stop that.” He hissed, covering himself with his hands.
JJ caught his wrists and pulled his hands away with a grin. “Nope. I like seeing you… and how much you want me too.”
The breath escaped Drake and he looked like he’d been punched in the solar plexus. “JJ…”
JJ dropped a gentle kiss on the tip of Drake’s swollen penis. “Do you want me to stop? If it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop…”
Drake’s breath escaped in a hiss. “N-no. Don’t stop, damn you.”
JJ grinned and did what he’d been wanting to all along. Drake clapped a hand over his mouth and fisted the other in the sheets, stifling a cry as JJ took the head of his penis in his mouth, one hand creeping up to play with his balls.
JJ delighted in the expressions and soft sounds he wrung from Drake. God, the man was as responsive as any lover he’d ever had before. His body wasn’t able to lie, showing very clearly that it liked what he was doing. Sweat shone on the planes of Drake’s chest and stomach as JJ took him in as far as he was able. Drake tensed as JJ’s exploring hand wandered a little too far and JJ quickly distracted him by dragging his teeth across the crown of his penis. Still wasn’t ready to go quite that far, JJ thought.
JJ pressed his mouth to the underside of Drake’s erection and gently nibbled and caressed his way down to Drake’s balls. The skin tautened as his breath feathered across it and Drake made a soft sound behind the muzzle of his hand. His voice grew louder as JJ took first one side and then the other in his mouth, tongue busily working them around in gentle circular motions. Drake’s hips lifted off the bed and even his hand couldn’t muffle the groan of pleasure that escaped him.
He was gasping and leaking precum when JJ lifted his head from his ministrations. JJ loved the sight of him, flushed and ready to explode. Deciding not prolong Drake’s torture any longer, he swallowed him, muscles working in his throat as he took Drake in as far as he could. With a shout, Drake arched up and shuddered, flooding JJ’s mouth with hot spurts of cum.
Drake collapsed, shaking and breathing hard, still leaking cum. JJ sat up and stroked Drake’s sides until he’d come down from the peak. Drake turned his head slowly to regard JJ with satisfied eyes. “JJ…”
JJ slid up and into Drake’s arms. “Don’t kiss me,” He teased lightly as Drake made to do just that. “Unless you want to taste yourself in my mouth.”
Drake hesitated a long moment and then shook his head. “Have to get used to it sooner or later.” He pulled JJ against him for a kiss.
When they separated, he looked thoughtful. “Not as bad as I was expecting, but then your mouth is so sweet I can’t tell.”
JJ managed a squeak and promptly glomped him. Drake chuckled and held him tightly for a moment. He looked down at the press of JJ’s erection against his hip. “Looks like you need some help.”
JJ shook his head. “It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to…”
His voice trailed off in surprise as Drake rolled him over and slid down between his legs, pushing the oversized t-shirt up to bare JJ’s own rock-hard erection.
Drake stared at it nervously for a second and then steeled himself. It was nothing worse than what JJ had just done for him. He pressed his lips together and nervously wet them. “I’m new to this, so better not complain.” He warned.
Drake closed his eyes to brace himself and took the tip of JJ’s penis in his mouth. JJ’s voice rose in a soft cry and his eyes fluttered shut. It wasn’t so bad, Drake thought. He could do this. He tried to imitate JJ by sucking gently. He cupped JJ’s balls and tried to take him in deeper. His throat protested and he gagged. “Drake…” JJ managed, but Drake tried again, deliberately struggling to relax his throat.
He couldn’t breathe. From nowhere, a choking fear over whelmed him and he jerked away, for a bare second feeling like he was being strangled again. He couldn’t breathe! The terror remained and he clutched desperately for something to hold onto. JJ caught his flailing hands. “Drake? Drake, what is it?!”
Drake gasped and struggled to breathe normally, shaking with the remembered terror of that moment where he was slowly being strangled by the weight of the man clinging to his collar. He held tightly onto JJ, eyes screwed shut.
“Drake?”
Drake took as deep a breath as he could manage. It whistled in his constricted throat. He knew the reaction was psychosomatic, reaction to the trauma of being nearly strangled to death, but it didn’t make the shortness of breath any easier to bear. He had the same reaction when he tied a tie too tight or wore something around his throat. Remembering that calmed him and slowly he stopped shaking. At last the panic eased and he was able to draw a full breath.
“Drake, please tell me what’s wrong?!” JJ’s voice was edging close to hysterics himself and that helped Drake get a grip on himself.
“I-I’m okay. C-calm down, JJ. I’m fine.”
JJ stared at him in disbelief. “What…?”
Drake sighed and drew JJ against him, needing the comfort of his presence. “I’m sorry. I-I just choked myself and my brain had a flashback to the last time I couldn’t breathe. I panicked.”
“Oh.” JJ remembered that and his own terror at the thought that Drake had nearly died. He’d never been so scared.
Drake held him so close it hurt, but JJ wasn’t complaining. “I’m sorry. I can’t do it. At least not yet.”
JJ reached up and drew his head down for a kiss. “It’s okay. I understand. I’m just happy that you’re here with me right now. That was closer to losing you than I ever wanted to get.”
Drake frowned and drew back. “But you…”
Snuggling in Drake’s arms, JJ chuckled. “I’ll live, baby. Besides, there are other ways you can help me get off.”
Drake blushed but nodded, looking down at JJ’s still semi-erect penis. The panic of a moment ago had put a damper on things, but it had been denied too long to go away so easily. Sighing, Drake reached down and stroked it firmly. JJ threw his head back and clung to Drake’s shoulders as his erection came sharply back to attention. Drake kissed him, still stroking with a steady, hard rhythm that made him weak in the knees. He could feel the pressure building inside of him and as Drake milked him hard, he bucked, thrusting his hips up into the warmth of Drake’s hand. Drake held him close as he came with a thin cry.
JJ was still shaking as he rested his head on Drake’s shoulder. “God, Drake…”
Drake just held him until his breathing had settled. JJ finally pulled back and chuckled at the mess. “I-I should get us something to clean up with.”
Drake nodded slowly and allowed JJ to disentangle himself and slide to the edge of the bed, sheets and comforter wrinkling under him. Drake let his muscles relax as JJ rose… and promptly vanished from sight. A startled yelp accompanied his disappearance and Drake started. He leaned over the side of the bed to find JJ sprawled on the floor, feet tangled in the sheets. He rolled over and glared at Drake. “Don’t say anything. Just…don’t.”
Drake managed to hold in the laughter for all of three seconds. The pillow that hit him in the face only made him laugh harder. After a long moment, JJ slumped back to the floor and chuckled himself. “Okay, not one of my best moments ever. And… oww.”
“Well, I can be magic,
Or tragically tragic…
I can be everything between us
Some days I’m frightful or awfully delightful
The consummate extremist…
But you say, grinning,
You’re okay with all of the trimmings
But you’re blundering, you’re skating
I’m wondering, why are you waiting?”
“Turn me on, turn it up
Turn this fable into fact
Turn my world on its ear
Then go and turn it back
Turn the fall into flight
Turn this bubble to a burn
Baby it’s your turn
Turn me on, turn me on…”
(excerpted from “TURN ME ON”
by SheDaisy, from the album “Knock on the Sky”)
Disclaimers: Disclaimers remain the same. We own none of the licensed characters. Those still belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh-sama. We don’t own the song either. Akita just likes to torture me with it.
A/N- thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! Wow, so many reviews. We love hearing from all of you and hope you keep enjoying our fics. Special thanks go to Sesshy81, who is collaborating with us on a Pet Shop of Horrors Fic. Thanks for putting up with the insanity that is Akita on an Easter chocolate binge. Our best to you and yours. Please remember that we’re here for you in this trying time. For Hana, more fluffies. No bar scenes this chapter, but look for more of those in the future, Dubhghall.
Warnings: SEX! Ahem, sorry. This chapter contains male/male relations, (SEX!!) so if that offends you, (SEX! SEX!) do not read further. (SEX SEX SEX!!!!!!!!) Akita, SHUT UP!!!
JJ watched as Drake stepped out of the bathroom, a pleased smile curving his lips at the sight. The fringe of blonde hair around Drake’s face was damp and he was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of gray flannel pajama bottoms. JJ stifled a chuckle as he noticed that the faded gray was the exact same color as Drake’s eyes. If he weren’t so damned tired, he’d have pounced. Drake looked positively delicious, standing there bare-chested like that.
Drake glanced up and froze in mid-step at the sight of JJ standing by the bed.
His eyes darted between the freshly made bed and his new ‘boyfriend’ several times in quick succession. JJ was beginning to feel like he was watching a tennis match. If it weren’t so obvious that Drake was scared out of his wits by the thought of sharing a bed, JJ would have laughed at him.
He took a step toward Drake and watched his eyes dart toward him, something akin to panic filling them. He stilled Drake by grabbing his head and forcing him to meet his eyes. He kissed Drake gently, feeling the body against him tense.
“Bed, Drake,” he reminded gently. “To sleep… nothing else.” His lips quirked up in a wry smile. “Provided you can keep your rampant libido in check.”
Drake froze and then the tension leaked from him like air from a balloon. “I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?”
“That has to be one of the smartest things you’ve ever said.” JJ chided with a smile.
Drake sighed and let JJ lead him to the bed. He stretched out gingerly and closed his eyes, trying not to flinch as he felt the weight of a second person move the mattress beneath him. His eyes snapped open and he made an undignified squeak as JJ snuggled up against the jut of his hip. “JJ…”
“Shh.” A finger on his lips silenced him. “Sleepytime.”
“Sleepytime.” Drake agreed softly as he turned out the bedside lamp. But damned if he was going to get one single wink of sleep tonight.
*--------------------------------------------------*
When he woke, daylight was leaking around the edges of the think blanket he’d long ago tacked over the window to accommodate his sleeping habits. A warm body was pressed against him, tucked neatly into the shelter of his arms. He didn’t need the dim light to know exactly whose head was tucked under his chin. He knew JJ’s scent as well as he knew the smell of his own favorite aftershave. It was a little scary to think how well he knew such things.
Moving carefully, so as not to wake his bed-partner, he freed himself and slipped out of bed. He padded to the bathroom, glancing back at the sleeping figure in his bed. JJ looked so young and innocent in sleep.
When he finished and washed the sleep from his eyes, he moved to the living room and gazed out the small window. It showed a slice of gray sky past the bulk of a neighboring building. Broodingly, he stared at the lowering sky that threatened rain before the day was out. What really disturbed him was how comfortable and right JJ felt in his arms. JJ fitted against his body like he’d been made to fit there. And Drake had fallen asleep and slept the sleep of the dead with JJ against him.
That was the scary part. In all his years as a cop, he’d never felt comfortable enough to sleep with anyone. Sex, yeah, but to sleep together… nope. Every time one of his girlfriends had stayed the night, every single shift they made had woken him. He’d never been able to sleep well with someone else sharing his bed. The fact that he could and had with JJ was almost as disturbing as the realization that he found his partner sexy as all get go.
Ryo’s word came back to him and he stared at the lowering sky, brow creased in worry. If he lost JJ… It didn’t bear thinking about. Every single man in the precinct was aware that each day might be his last, but the thought of losing JJ tied a knot in his chest. But to have a meaningful relationship with another man…? True, he had the example of Ryo and Dee, but still, could he do it?
Drake started as strong, slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “You’re thinking too hard again, aren’t you?”
He raised an eyebrow and glanced down into JJ’s sleepy blue eyes. “How do you figure that?”
JJ freed a hand to press a fingertip to the skin between Drake’s brows. “When you think too hard, you get a little crease - right here.”
Drake frowned. “You’ll never have that problem. You never think hard about anything.”
JJ used the finger to shove Drake’s head back. “Don’t be a dick. And you’d be surprised. I’ve put a lot of thought into some things.”
Drake snorted and tilted his head away from the prodding finger. “Oh, yeah? Name one thing.” He challenged playfully.
He was surprised when JJ’s expression went solemn. “You. This.” His arm tightened around Drake’s waist and the other crept up to brush the back of his neck. “I must have agonized over this since the first time I realized that I cared for you as more than just my partner and best friend.” JJ sighed and leaned his head down to rest on Drake’s shoulder. “Do you know just how many times I dreamed of just being able to hold you like this, knowing you wouldn’t shove me away? But I knew that you never saw me as anything other than your spastic and hyper partner.”
“JJ…”
JJ shook his head where it was pressed into the curve of Drake’s collarbone. “Don’t deny it, Drake. For the longest time, I was just your partner. Then we became real friends. And then I started to fall for you. And it killed me, feeling like I was betraying what I had felt for Dee, knowing that if I made a move on you, I’d lose that friendship, and still wanting to.”
Still unsure of himself, but knowing that JJ needed his reassurance, Drake tipped his partner’s head up and pressed their lips together. If this was wrong, let it be wrong. Because wrong felt so right, he thought. JJ relaxed against him and Drake deepened the kiss, feeling shivers up and down his spine at the warm press of flesh against him.
JJ’s hands crept up to find purchase in Drake’s blonde hair and Drake wound his arms around JJ’s slender waist. JJ stumbled backwards and Drake willingly followed him back into the bedroom. They hit the bed together with a thump that surprised laughter out of both of them. JJ chuckled and nibbled lightly on Drake’s earlobe.
Drake sighed and tipped his head to the side, allowing JJ’s marvelously agile lips to work their magic. His slight protest was lost in an exhalation of pleasure as JJ used lips and teeth on the skin where his neck met shoulder. He knew JJ was marking him, but couldn’t bring himself to care. It felt so good.
Drake allowed his hands to roam down JJ’s back, feeling the lean contours of his body under the soft shirt. JJ smiled against his skin and gently kissed a trail down the curve of Drake’s collarbone. Drake squirmed as JJ slipped a hand between them to toy with one of his nipples. “JJ… don’t…”
JJ pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Drake…?”
Drake shivered and hitched himself up on his elbows. “Show me what to do…?” He managed, swallowing thickly.
JJ smiled and trailed his fingers down the gentle slope of Drake’s lean stomach. “Relax. Let me do all the work. We’ll work or way up to anything more than that.”
Drake slumped. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved being the center of JJ’s attention, because saying it aloud made it sound like he was just using JJ. Then all thought was lost as JJ’s mouth fastened around his nipple. His breath escaped in a soft sigh of pleasure as nimble fingers cupped him through the fabric of his pajamas. Drake shivered as warm lips worked their way down past his ribs and to the dip of his navel. JJ lapped softly at the slope of flesh that disappeared under the elastic waistband.
JJ looked up at the look of sheer pleasure that filled Drake’s handsome face. He loved seeing that look. He’d gotten used to seeing Drake’s face in a slight frown of concentration or a wry, self-depreciating smile or even a slightly feral grin as he brought in a suspect. Knowing he could win this expression out him made him feel like everything was worth it. All the fear and anxiety, uncertainty and self-hate faded like shadows in the daylight.
“Lift your hips.” He coaxed gently, tugging on the waistband of Drake’s pajamas. Shaking, Drake obeyed and JJ slid his pajamas down to reveal Drake’s erection. JJ smiled, impressed in spite of himself. He could see why Drake had never had any trouble getting dates, even if he were lousy at holding onto a single girl for more than a few months.
Drake blushed at his assessing gaze. “Stop that.” He hissed, covering himself with his hands.
JJ caught his wrists and pulled his hands away with a grin. “Nope. I like seeing you… and how much you want me too.”
The breath escaped Drake and he looked like he’d been punched in the solar plexus. “JJ…”
JJ dropped a gentle kiss on the tip of Drake’s swollen penis. “Do you want me to stop? If it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop…”
Drake’s breath escaped in a hiss. “N-no. Don’t stop, damn you.”
JJ grinned and did what he’d been wanting to all along. Drake clapped a hand over his mouth and fisted the other in the sheets, stifling a cry as JJ took the head of his penis in his mouth, one hand creeping up to play with his balls.
JJ delighted in the expressions and soft sounds he wrung from Drake. God, the man was as responsive as any lover he’d ever had before. His body wasn’t able to lie, showing very clearly that it liked what he was doing. Sweat shone on the planes of Drake’s chest and stomach as JJ took him in as far as he was able. Drake tensed as JJ’s exploring hand wandered a little too far and JJ quickly distracted him by dragging his teeth across the crown of his penis. Still wasn’t ready to go quite that far, JJ thought.
JJ pressed his mouth to the underside of Drake’s erection and gently nibbled and caressed his way down to Drake’s balls. The skin tautened as his breath feathered across it and Drake made a soft sound behind the muzzle of his hand. His voice grew louder as JJ took first one side and then the other in his mouth, tongue busily working them around in gentle circular motions. Drake’s hips lifted off the bed and even his hand couldn’t muffle the groan of pleasure that escaped him.
He was gasping and leaking precum when JJ lifted his head from his ministrations. JJ loved the sight of him, flushed and ready to explode. Deciding not prolong Drake’s torture any longer, he swallowed him, muscles working in his throat as he took Drake in as far as he could. With a shout, Drake arched up and shuddered, flooding JJ’s mouth with hot spurts of cum.
Drake collapsed, shaking and breathing hard, still leaking cum. JJ sat up and stroked Drake’s sides until he’d come down from the peak. Drake turned his head slowly to regard JJ with satisfied eyes. “JJ…”
JJ slid up and into Drake’s arms. “Don’t kiss me,” He teased lightly as Drake made to do just that. “Unless you want to taste yourself in my mouth.”
Drake hesitated a long moment and then shook his head. “Have to get used to it sooner or later.” He pulled JJ against him for a kiss.
When they separated, he looked thoughtful. “Not as bad as I was expecting, but then your mouth is so sweet I can’t tell.”
JJ managed a squeak and promptly glomped him. Drake chuckled and held him tightly for a moment. He looked down at the press of JJ’s erection against his hip. “Looks like you need some help.”
JJ shook his head. “It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to…”
His voice trailed off in surprise as Drake rolled him over and slid down between his legs, pushing the oversized t-shirt up to bare JJ’s own rock-hard erection.
Drake stared at it nervously for a second and then steeled himself. It was nothing worse than what JJ had just done for him. He pressed his lips together and nervously wet them. “I’m new to this, so better not complain.” He warned.
Drake closed his eyes to brace himself and took the tip of JJ’s penis in his mouth. JJ’s voice rose in a soft cry and his eyes fluttered shut. It wasn’t so bad, Drake thought. He could do this. He tried to imitate JJ by sucking gently. He cupped JJ’s balls and tried to take him in deeper. His throat protested and he gagged. “Drake…” JJ managed, but Drake tried again, deliberately struggling to relax his throat.
He couldn’t breathe. From nowhere, a choking fear over whelmed him and he jerked away, for a bare second feeling like he was being strangled again. He couldn’t breathe! The terror remained and he clutched desperately for something to hold onto. JJ caught his flailing hands. “Drake? Drake, what is it?!”
Drake gasped and struggled to breathe normally, shaking with the remembered terror of that moment where he was slowly being strangled by the weight of the man clinging to his collar. He held tightly onto JJ, eyes screwed shut.
“Drake?”
Drake took as deep a breath as he could manage. It whistled in his constricted throat. He knew the reaction was psychosomatic, reaction to the trauma of being nearly strangled to death, but it didn’t make the shortness of breath any easier to bear. He had the same reaction when he tied a tie too tight or wore something around his throat. Remembering that calmed him and slowly he stopped shaking. At last the panic eased and he was able to draw a full breath.
“Drake, please tell me what’s wrong?!” JJ’s voice was edging close to hysterics himself and that helped Drake get a grip on himself.
“I-I’m okay. C-calm down, JJ. I’m fine.”
JJ stared at him in disbelief. “What…?”
Drake sighed and drew JJ against him, needing the comfort of his presence. “I’m sorry. I-I just choked myself and my brain had a flashback to the last time I couldn’t breathe. I panicked.”
“Oh.” JJ remembered that and his own terror at the thought that Drake had nearly died. He’d never been so scared.
Drake held him so close it hurt, but JJ wasn’t complaining. “I’m sorry. I can’t do it. At least not yet.”
JJ reached up and drew his head down for a kiss. “It’s okay. I understand. I’m just happy that you’re here with me right now. That was closer to losing you than I ever wanted to get.”
Drake frowned and drew back. “But you…”
Snuggling in Drake’s arms, JJ chuckled. “I’ll live, baby. Besides, there are other ways you can help me get off.”
Drake blushed but nodded, looking down at JJ’s still semi-erect penis. The panic of a moment ago had put a damper on things, but it had been denied too long to go away so easily. Sighing, Drake reached down and stroked it firmly. JJ threw his head back and clung to Drake’s shoulders as his erection came sharply back to attention. Drake kissed him, still stroking with a steady, hard rhythm that made him weak in the knees. He could feel the pressure building inside of him and as Drake milked him hard, he bucked, thrusting his hips up into the warmth of Drake’s hand. Drake held him close as he came with a thin cry.
JJ was still shaking as he rested his head on Drake’s shoulder. “God, Drake…”
Drake just held him until his breathing had settled. JJ finally pulled back and chuckled at the mess. “I-I should get us something to clean up with.”
Drake nodded slowly and allowed JJ to disentangle himself and slide to the edge of the bed, sheets and comforter wrinkling under him. Drake let his muscles relax as JJ rose… and promptly vanished from sight. A startled yelp accompanied his disappearance and Drake started. He leaned over the side of the bed to find JJ sprawled on the floor, feet tangled in the sheets. He rolled over and glared at Drake. “Don’t say anything. Just…don’t.”
Drake managed to hold in the laughter for all of three seconds. The pillow that hit him in the face only made him laugh harder. After a long moment, JJ slumped back to the floor and chuckled himself. “Okay, not one of my best moments ever. And… oww.”