Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ Chapter 5

Title: Secrets: Chapter 5

Author: Ladymynx
Rating: NC-17

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

Characters/Pairings: Drake x JJ,

Notes: More of a serious Drake and JJ ficlet.

 

 

“Welcome home, Drake-senpai,” JJ grinned in welcome as Drake stepped into the kitchen. JJ was making Jambalaya, the spicy scent filled Drake's tiny apartment. JJ had just pulled the cornbread from the oven when he heard the door slam.

 

“Hey babe,” Drake said in a soft voice. He leaned against the door, his expression told JJ he was glad to be home but there was also a hint of sadness in his eyes.

 

Drake crossed the room and lifted the pan from JJ's hands setting it on the table. Obviously mindful of his injuries, Drake pulled JJ to him and kissed lightly over the face. His eyelids, nose and lips received the same gentle treatment. JJ was aware of Drake trembling as he did so. There was something in those kisses as though Drake was telling him something that he couldn't put into words and JJ knew what it was almost immediately. Drake rested his forehead against JJ's and uttered an almost imperceptible sigh.

 

“You know, don't you?” JJ said softly.

 

Drake nodded.

 

“So you - took Frank in?”

 

“No,” Drake said. “Dee and Ryo did.”

 

“Come sit down,” JJ led Drake to the nearest chair, then pulled another up to face him and sat down. JJ took Drake's hands in his. “Tell me what happened?”

 

So Drake in an unsteady voice told JJ of enlisting Ryo and Dee's help to find Frank as well as the confrontation in the pool hall. He told JJ everything. The conversation with Berkeley Rose, the fact that Dee had covered for him and finally to that final talk with his brother that ended in Frank walking out.

 

So Frank is going to turn his back on his brother just because of his unfounded fears. An unseen hand took hold of JJ's heart and squeezed. JJ climbed across the space and onto Drake's lap. He draped his arms around Drake's shoulders and snuggled his face into the nape of his neck. “Oh Drake-senpai.” JJ muttered against his skin, “This is all my fault.”

 

Drake drew back and JJ was surprised at the sudden fire in his eyes, “How?”

 

“What?”

 

“How is it your fault?”

 

“I--,” JJ stammered. Drake's ire had completely caught him off guard. “It's because of me that you and Frank are fighting.”

 

“I didn't ask you that,” Drake rose abruptly practically spilling JJ from his lap. His lover strode from the kitchen. Confused by his sudden flare of temper, JJ didn't follow immediately. When he walked into the living room he found Drake standing in the middle of the floor with his back to him.

 

“Have I done something wrong?” JJ asked.

 

“No, you haven't,” Drake said. He crossed the room, took JJ roughly by the shoulders and led him over to the couch and sat him down. Standing over him, his hands braced on his hips, there was something formidable about Drake Parker. “That's what I'm trying to get you to understand JJ. What exactly did you think you did wrong to make this your fault?”

 

“I--,”

 

“Are you saying you were wrong for falling in love with me?”

 

“No!”

 

“Then you feel you're wrong for being gay.”

 

“Of course not!”

 

“Well?”

 

JJ could only gape at him for a moment, with no response forthcoming.

 

“Say it JJ,” Drake knelt before him. “This is not my fault.”

 

And JJ realized that it wasn't. He closed his eyes as he recalled something a friend had said to him. You can't change people Jemmy. People are going to be afraid no matter what you do. No matter how friendly or polite or how good you are at your job, sometimes people just won't be able to get past your being gay.

 

He had been so worried about Drake's relationship with his brother that somewhere he'd forgotten he'd done all he could to show Frank that he was a decent human being. That he wasn't responsible for Frank not being able to coming to terms with the changes in Drake's life.

 

“This,” JJ said, “is not my fault.” He said it as something profound.

 

“Good,” JJ was surprised to find Drake was blushing. He ducked his head suddenly. “I don't want to lose you.”

 

“You won't,” JJ reached up and ran his hand through Drake's hair in a caress. He felt content for the first time in days.

 

***

 

JJ stayed almost the entire week with Drake. He couldn't remember being happier. His bruises were healing quickly and when he smiled it no longer looked like a grimace. The only thing that put a damper on his mood was the fact that he'd totally lost his mind and agreed to visit with Frank and Bonnie on Sunday. They wouldn't stay for dinner as planned of course but JJ wanted to do something to mend the rift between Frank and his wife and if it was listening to Frank apologize, even though they both knew he wouldn't mean it, seemed a small price to pay. At least he'd have the pleasure of visiting with Drake's niece and nephew.

 

It was said niece who answered the door and she squealed in delight when she saw them. “Hi Uncle Drake! Hi Uncle JJ!”

 

JJ presented her with a teddy bear which earned him a kiss on the cheek. Drake's nephew was in the living room playing video games and the newest addition to his set was accepted with feigned disinterest. Bonnie walked out of the kitchen to greet them. She smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Her expression darkened when she saw JJ. “Oh JJ--,”

 

“Bonnie, it's all right,” JJ said.

 

“No - it's not all right,” Bonnie said. “I don't know what possessed Frank--.”

 

JJ did but he really didn't want to get into it. Thankfully Drake spoke up, “Where is he?”

 

“Out back,” Bonnie said. “JJ - I really am sorry--,”

 

“You've nothing to be sorry about, Bonnie. None of this was your fault.” No more than it was his.

 

Frank was out back, keeping watch over the elaborate gas grill. The spicy and inviting scent of steaks grilling made JJ long for a taste. When Frank noticed them, he smiled in welcome but his eyes told them a different story.

 

JJ wasn't sure what he was supposed to say if anything so he let Drake do the talking.

 

“How's it going?” Drake asked.

 

“Okay,” Frank glanced at JJ. “Bonnie's not quite so mad at me anymore.”

 

“Good.”

 

Frank drew in a deep breath and turned to full around to face JJ. “JJ - man - I'm sorry about what happened.”

 

What happened? You mean beating the living crap out of me? “Apology accepted,” was all JJ said.

 

“Well--,” Frank went back to the steaks as though everything were normal when it obviously wasn't. In the uncomfortable silence that ensued JJ could literally feel Drake's pain. This is how it's going to be between the two of them from now on.

 

“Let's go JJ,” Drake said. There was emptiness in his partner's voice and JJ ached to make it go away. He thought to plead with Frank not to let things go like this but his friend's words came back to him. So JJ followed Drake back into the house.

 

They met Bonnie coming out, “You guys not staying?” It was said on a hopeful note.

 

“Not today,” Drake said. “Kiss the kids for us okay?”

 

“Okay,” Bonnie hugged them both. “Don't make yourselves scarce.”

 

“We won't,” JJ promised. And he meant it.

 

Drake was silent on the ride back home but the way he held the steering wheel in a white-knuckle grip and the intense focus in his eyes made JJ nervous.

 

“Drake, pull over.”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard me, pull over now.”

 

He didn't protest which made JJ even more nervous. They sat there in silence. Drake didn't relax his stance.

 

After a time Drake said, “He could have said more.”

 

JJ shook his head, “No he couldn't have.”

 

“He acted like - I don't know - he didn't do such a bad thing.”

 

JJ chose his words carefully, “He doesn't think he did. Not in his mind anyway.”

 

“Stop defending him!” Drake said. “Why do you have to be so--?”

 

JJ held out his arms. Drake undid his seatbelt and leaned over and JJ gathered him close. Drake rested against him as JJ rubbed his hand up and down Drake's back. “Just rest for a bit,” JJ said.

 

They stayed that way for a little while.

 

***

 

They went to JJ's condo since it was closer. As they walked in and JJ closed the door behind them he said, “Go relax, I'll pour us some wine.”

 

Drake obeyed without comment. JJ couldn't help but sigh. Despite sitting in the car for almost a half an hour Drake still seemed completely dejected. For the first time, JJ felt a twinge of anger towards Frank. He moved into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of red wine from the portable cooler on the counter and two glasses.

 

Drake was slumped on the couch when JJ stepped into the room. He placed both glasses on coasters on the coffee table. Drake didn't speak and his eyes never left the tips of his shoes.

 

“I wish you didn't look so sad, Drake-senpai,” JJ removed Drake's shoes and socks. He began a gentle massaging, circling the tops of Drake's feet with his fingers. “I wish--,” What he wished was that he knew what to do for Drake. To ease the hurt his lover was feeling.

 

Of course there was one thing he could do.

 

JJ rose and he saw Drake lift his head. Even with his back to him, JJ felt Drake following him with his eyes. Going to his bedroom, JJ retrieved what he needed. On the way back he turned on the stereo. A soft refrain by Keiko Matsui filled the room.

 

Like he'd done to JJ earlier, the younger detective began to kiss Drake over his face. At first there was no reaction. It wasn't until JJ kissed him on the side of the mouth that Drake tiled his head slightly to the left.

 

“I'm sorry this happened, Drake-senpai,” JJ unbuttoned Drake's shirt. Drake regarded him wordlessly. “I wish I could just make the pain go away. But let me do this for you now.”

 

JJ laved the arch of Drake's collar bone with his tongue, causing the tow-haired man to draw in a sharp breath. JJ continued his ministrations as he spoke, “You know how much I love you and how glad I am that you're in my life.”

 

His bit down gently on one of Drake's nipples then soothed the tender flesh with his tongue, performing the same ritual with the other, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from his lover. Drake's breathing quickened as JJ continued down the length of Drake's torso, kissing and licking where he pleased, tasting the salt and musk of Drake's skin.

 

JJ kept his eyes on Drake's face as he undid the clasp of Drake's jeans. He wanted to be certain Drake wanted to do this. He didn't want him to feel pressured to make love. JJ was pleased when Drake leaned back into the couch, his face intense in concentration.

 

JJ worked the jeans and underwear down Drake's legs, freeing his rapidly growing erection. “I'll love you forever Drake Parker.” JJ gently kissed the soft flesh. Drake gasped out as JJ ran his tongue up and down Drake's length. JJ paused at the tip to suck the pre-cum the flowed from the slit.

 

“JJ!” Drake growled his name from in between clenched teeth.

 

Encouraged, JJ lowered his mouth fully onto Drake until the head of Drake's cock touched the back of his throat and JJ held himself there. Drake's hips arched against him. JJ then drew his mouth up the length in a languid motion, sucking his cheeks in as he did so. Drake grunted grasping his lower lip in his teeth. JJ repeated the action, taking his time, drawing out Drake's reaction.

 

JJ then fully removed Drake's jeans, baring him from the waist down. The lube JJ had retrieved from the bedroom was within reach. He abandoned his ministrations for a moment to squeeze a liberal amount from the tube, coating his fingers. One he slid into Drake's opening, extracting another cry. JJ then swallowed his lover's cock working it as he worked his finger within Drake's opening.

 

His hips rocking, his fist pounding against the cushion of the couch, Drake moaned in response to every touch, every caress. His climax had him pushing himself up with his hands, his hips bucking against JJ's face. Drake filled JJ's mouth with his hot essences and JJ drank greedily.

 

When the younger man pulled away he licked his lips, “You taste so good, Drake-senpai. You make me hungry for more.”

 

Drake gave a breathless laugh, still too drained to do anymore. But JJ was by no means through.

 

“Come here,” JJ pulled Drake off the couch and guided him to lie down on the floor. More lube on his fingers and JJ slid two of them within him. Drake grunted, jammed his hands through his hair and cried out, “Damn it, JJ!” While his body writhed from his pleasure.

 

“I love the way you look right now,” JJ positioned his body so he could lean forward and take Drake's cock in his mouth again. It was still somewhat soft but JJ sucked on it, pulling the skin in to his mouth, tickling with his tongue. JJ then pulled away and lowered his head once again to take one of Drake's testicles into his mouth.

 

“Hell - oh hell! JJ!”

 

JJ licked and sucked and was pleased when Drake's cock swelled in response. Drake was thrashing madly, sweat glistening on his flesh. JJ lapped it up again. “You look like you can't stand anymore, love. It makes me want to fuck you.” JJ was a bottom and liked it but there were times, like now when he enjoyed taking control.

 

“Then fuck me, damn it!” Drake cried out.

 

JJ's laugh was one of delight. He now spread the lube on his own cock, moaning as he did so, “Watch me, Drake-senpai.” JJ positioned the head of his cock and inexorably pushed inside.

 

The feeling was so hot and sweet. JJ was immediately overcome by it. Both he and Drake had been in so much pain, physical and emotional, JJ realized moving his cock in first a gentle rhythm then his thrusts became more heated, knowing that they both needed this time together.

 

Drake grasped his own straining length, working it in almost violent motion. JJ grasped his hand around Drake's, squeezing. It was all Drake needed. He came, his essence splashing across his taut stomach. JJ released him as he completed, letting some of the white ribbons splash over his hands. JJ pressed his fingers to Drake's mouth forcing him to taste his own cum. It was the sight of this and the feel of Drake's mouth sucking his fingers that sent JJ over the edge. His back arched as his climax ripped through him. He thrust powerfully, three -- four times, filling Drake completely as he cried out his lover's name.

 

JJ fell across Drake's chest, their rapid breathing the only sound in the room. After a time, Drake slid his arms around him. JJ nuzzled into his neck. They lay there as they came down from their natural high.

 

When JJ was finally able to move again he retrieved a blanket and pillows for them and freshened their glasses of wine. He been mulling something over in his mind so he was thoughtful as he returned to where Drake lay.

 

“Drake-senpai can I ask you something?” JJ said. “It's about you're being here at my condo all the time.”

 

Drake gave him a sleepy smile. “Oh, I get it. I'm wearing out my welcome.” There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

 

“No, silly, of course not!” JJ said. He hoped this was the appropriate time. JJ had been planning the right words to say at the right time but the right time never seemed to come. Now with all that had happened, JJ was more than ready to let Drake know his feelings. “I wanted to know if you - that is--,”

 

Drake went up on one elbow and regarded him mildly. “Just say what's on your mind, babe.”

 

JJ moistened his lips, “Why don't you move in?”

 

Drake's expression went from mildly interested to completely surprised. “Move in?”

 

“Yeah,” JJ said. “I think - we should live together.”

 

“I--,” Drake averted his eyes. “I don't know JJ.”

 

“I know you're still not quite ready to admit we're together,” JJ said. “But I thought maybe we could try it out and see - I mean - don't you think it's a good idea? I just - I really want you to be here.”

 

JJ waited. There were so many emotions playing across Drake's face that JJ couldn't tell what his lover was feeling. When the silence lengthened, JJ couldn't help but fidget. He so wanted Drake to agree. Maybe he just needed reassurance that Drake wasn't ashamed to be with him? Or maybe it was as simple as his wanting to wake up next to Drake every morning.

 

“I need a cigarette,” Drake suddenly said.

 

“What?”

 

“I'll be back in a little bit.”

 

“But--,” JJ was thoroughly confused. “I'm sorry - it was too soon wasn't it?”

 

Drake breathed in deeply. “No - I just need--,” Drake rose, a little too quickly for JJ's liking.

 

“Will you come back?” JJ grasped the blanket around him. Had he completely ruined what they had?

 

“Of course,” Drake was pulling on his jeans. “I won't be long.”

 

“Oh - all right,” JJ's heart was breaking as he watched. Damn it Adams why didn't you keep your mouth shut! You should have known it was too soon!

 

JJ could only watch as the door closed behind Drake.