Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Need ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Need

Author: Ladymynx
Word Count: 639

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE -- that's Ms. Matoh - although if I did I'd make it into an anime series.
Spoilers: After Like, Like, Love
Warnings: Profanity and descriptive sex.

Characters/Pairings: Drake x J.J.
Notes: My first Drake and J.J. ficlet. I thought I would give it a try after reading some excellent fics involving these two.

 

 

 

 

 

“What have I gotten myself into?”

 

How many times had he said that since the kiss on the roof? Drake blew out a frustrated breath before taking a violent drag on the cigarette.

 

Far below him New York went about its business, full of sights and sounds even after midnight. For the most part, Drake never would have dreamed he'd be where he was. The cool breeze opened the folds of the cotton bath robe he wore. It was too small for him of course so he didn't bother tying it shut.

 

“Damn it,” he muttered. What would they say down at the precinct? He got an image of Dee grinning at him arrogantly but eventually he'd slap Drake on the back and tease him about it, congratulating him. And Ryo? He'd think it was wonderful. Drake was sure of it.

 

“Can't believe I missed that,” Drake muttered aloud. Dee and Ryo together. Well he should have seen it coming.

 

And now--?

 

“Look JJ we, have to talk.”

 

“Why don't you stay, Drake-senpai?”

 

“Maybe for a little while.”

 

Drake took another drag on the cigarette, savoring the nicotine flooding his system. It was several minutes before he realized it was the last one.

 

He turned to peer into the darkness of the bedroom. The curtains moved in the breeze, inviting him to step off of the balcony back inside to the warmth.

 

“A condo,” Drake mused. “I knew he was a rich boy but damn - a fucking condo on the twentieth floor? Why the hell is he a cop?”

 

“What would you do if I kissed you again, Drake-senpai?”

 

“Damn it,” Drake rubbed his hand over his face. “What have I gotten myself into?”

 

“JJ I'm not gay.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Then why the hell--?”

 

How many women had he been with? How many times had he wanted a relationship? And how many times had he been dumped? He'd had so many women but was any of them his friends? Did any of them really know him?”

 

“I think friends make the best lovers don't you Drakie-poo?”

 

“You know I really hate it when you call me that.”

 

The next thing he knew, he was kissing JJ. He was kissing his damn partner! And a man, damn it all! And fucking liking it!

 

He could imagine what Ted and Marty would say - worse yet, his family. His father and brothers were all civil servants and laborers and all hard-fighting, beer drinking, tough as nails, Irish Catholics.

 

Drake imagined the next family get-together.

 

“Mom, Pop, you remember my partner JJ? Turns out we're more than friends now.”

 

“Drake-senpai,” JJ's hot mouth lowered onto his cock, swallowing it whole. Drake arched off the bed, his hands fisting in silver-blonde hair.

 

“Damn it, JJ--,”

 

“Sshh—let me work--,”

 

Jemmy J. was an entirely different person during love-making.

 

“Oh yes, Drake! Please - more--!”

 

He'd been insatiable. No woman had ever wanted Drake that way. And damn it all if it hadn't felt incredible. If he hadn't enjoyed seeing the look of consummate pleasure on JJ's face. If he hadn't been so turned on by JJ goading him as he rammed almost violently into the young man, hungrily working his cock around, until finally they'd both come--,

 

Drake sighed again. He'd completely forgotten his point.

 

The cigarette was almost gone. Drake took a final pull and flicked it out into the darkness. It was a red-gold ember falling through empty space before it winked out. He tuned and moved back inside.

 

As he crawled between the silk sheets JJ muttered in his sleep, reaching out and it seemed natural that Drake pulled the young man against him, his calloused hands enjoying the feeling of smooth flesh.

 

“Drake,” JJ muttered and snuggled against him.

 

Satisfied, Drake joined his lover in sleep.