Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Strings Attached ❯ Part 2: Where Do We Go From Here ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Nova Starlight 
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.26.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 305 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.26.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 305 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE or any of its characters
“Strings Attached”
By: Nova Starlight
Part 2: Where Do We Go From Here?
The sunlight poured into the small studio apartment where Drake slept and slowly pulled him from his dreamless sleep. As he opened his eyes and stretched his arms out wide, he was suddenly hit with the memory of what had happened the night before. He carefully looked around and soon found that there was no trace of JJ in the apartment. In fact if it were not for the condom wrapper he noticed on the floor beside the bed, he would have doubted that last night had even happened. His head fell back against the pillow and he closed his eyes tight. What was he going to do? He had to be at work in a couple of hours and he would have to face JJ, how was he going to accomplish that? With a sigh he got out of bed and began to prepare for the day.
In the shower, he turned the hot water tap to full blast and added just a little of the cold. It felt as if a waterfall of needles were piercing into his back and releasing all of his tension. As he washed, he could not stop himself from thinking about what had happened between himself and JJ the night before. He remembered how he had felt so at ease when they were talking. It had been a long time since he had that much fun just talking with someone, but when JJ kissed him, everything became a blur. As he remembered their kiss; he felt heat flood through him and his body’s response shocked him. The whole thing had been a mistake, he had to keep telling himself that. Besides, he was sure that JJ regretted it just as much as he did. All he had to remind himself was why he had suggested taking JJ out in the first place, JJ’s incessant crush on Dee. He felt his fists clench as he thought about Dee and JJ. He breathed deeply, forcing himself to calm down. He had to get it together before he showed up at work.
As Drake was getting dressed for work, JJ was already walking into the precinct. With a sigh he looked around and tried to remain calm. He could not shake the feeling that with one look, anyone would be able to tell what he had done the night before and who he had done it with. As he walked in he caught a glimpse of Dee and Ryo coming down the hall and he panicked. His eyes darted around looking for a hiding place before he ducked into the men’s room. He practically ran into one of the stalls and quietly waited. After a few minutes he exited the stall and went to one of the sinks. JJ splashed some of the cool water on his face and as his eyes fell on his reflection in the mirror he was caught off guard by the smile that he saw. How long had it been since he had been this happy?
He guessed that there was no using in denying that last night had been good. Hell, if he were really honest, it had been amazing. He just had to wonder what Drake would do when he came in that morning. He could imagine the shock he was probably going through because he had been there himself just a few hours before. He remembered waking up in bed with Drake. He had managed to get his body almost completely entwined with Drake’s; his arms were wrapped around Drake and one of his legs had been over his hips. He had carefully extracted himself from their embrace; all the while watching for signs of Drake waking. He had put on the clothes he had been wearing the day before and quickly made his way out to the street to catch a cab.
When he arrived at his own apartment, he had been unable to focus on the simplest tasks like shaving, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed. He had not been able to keep his memories of the night before at bay, thinking back on every kiss and touch. As he reflected on it again, he could feel the blush creeping onto his face. He turned the cold water on again and splashed more on his face. He would have to face Drake soon and he needed to be calm, cool, and collected.
He had to wonder how Drake would react. Would he act like nothing had happened? Probably. As JJ walked into their office, he felt his shoulders slump at the thought. What did he expect Drake to do? Rejoice at having had gay sex with his partner while he was drunk? JJ tried to put it out of his mind and focus on the paperwork in front of him. He was almost finished with his report for the Chief and once he finished they would be assigned another case. That would be just the thing, if the Chief assigned them another case they would both be too busy for it to be awkward.
An hour later, he had finished his report and lapsed into daydreaming as he stared out the window. He was so deep into his own little fantasy world that he nearly jumped a foot when the door suddenly opened. As he turned to look, his eyes met Drake’s for only a second. Drake looked away quickly. “Um…how is the report coming?” Drake asked while he hung up his coat.
“Oh…just finished,” JJ replied. “When you are ready, we can turn it in to the chief and see what he wants us to work on next.”
Drake nodded but still seemed unable to look at JJ. His gaze seemed to be locked on the floor, as he picked up the completed report from the desk. “Well, lets go see what the Badger has for us next,” he joked.
As the pair made their way to the Chief’s office, they were silent. Drake could practically feel JJ behind him but he tried to block it out. He wanted to smack himself, it was not like JJ was actually interested in him. He had been a substitute for Dee and he needed to remember that. So, they had sex, its not a big deal. Who the hell was he kidding? it was a hell of a big deal! “It obviously was not a big deal to JJ,” he told himself. “He is acting like nothing happened.”
He felt his shoulders tense and he quickly knocked on the door to the Chief’s office. He heard a gruff voice telling him to come in and when he opened the door, he noticed that Dee and Ryo were seated in two of the four chairs facing the Chief’s desk. Ryo looked impeccable and organized as always whereas Dee looked like he had woken up in some gutter in a shallow pool of liquor. “JJ and I finished the reports for our last case, Chief.”
“Good, I have another assignment for you and Adams,” the Chief replied.
“What is it?” JJ asked from behind.
“I’m assigning you to help Latener and Maclean here with a stakeout tonight. Their suspect, John Gabone aka Bones, has been laying low,” the Chief explained. Then with a pointed glare he added, “Due to Latener’s hotheaded antics, he knows that we are on to him. The only good news is that an informant called in and said he is going to be at a particular club tonight and I want you four there to spot him and tail him.”
Drake tried to keep the look of terror from his face. Here he had been hoping that they would be assigned something that would allow for he and JJ to be separated for a while, but instead he was going to be cooped up with him on a stakeout. “Okay, calm down,” he thought. “JJ and Ryo are sharp shooters, they will probably station them on rooftops and Dee and I will be in a car. No big deal.” Of course, just as he had that thought he heard the chief describing where he wanted them positioned. Dee was going to be dressed in plain clothes and be placed on the street corner. Ryo would be taking a surveillance point on a nearby rooftop and the Chief wanted he and JJ in a surveillance van parked down the street. Damn, he and JJ alone in a surveillance van, probably all night. Without thinking he looked over at JJ and then quickly back at the floor.
JJ barely kept his emotions in check as he watched Drake’s facial expressions. He had watched as the expression changed from dread to terror at the mention of the stakeout. When the Chief had described where he wanted them positioned Drake’s face looked like someone had just sentenced him to death. Though he knew he should not be surprised, he could not stop himself from feeling hurt. So, Drake might regret what happened last night. Did that mean that he had to treat JJ like the plague? He barely heard the Chief dismiss them through his haze of anger and hurt. Once outside the door he headed for shooting range and left Drake, Dee, and Ryo standing there watching him walk away.
“What’s his problem?” asked Dee.
“How the fuck should I know!” Drake snapped back before heading back to the office.
As he watched the two men walk away, Dee turned to Ryo and said, “Man, those two really need to get laid.”
As JJ practiced his shooting he just grew more and more frustrated. His shooting was terrible and he knew exactly why. Damn Drake! He raised the pistol and emptied the chamber into the head of the target. With a sigh he took off the sound isolating headphones and put the gun back into the holster. He guessed he could not hide out in here all day, but if Drake wanted to avoid him, than he would oblige. That is until tonight.
…
Drake and JJ had been able to return to their perspective apartments and get some rest before meeting back at the station that night. As JJ was readying everything they would need, he could feel his earlier frustration boiling up inside him. He was itching for a fight, for a confrontation; when he and Drake were alone, he knew he would have a hard time holding back. What was wrong with him? He should be elated that Drake did not want a relationship, he was supposed to be hopelessly in love with Dee. Instead he found himself hurt and confused by Drake’s response. Did he really want Drake? Or did he just want someone? anyone?
Before he could question himself any further, his thoughts were interrupted when Dee and Ryo entered the office.
“Where’s Drake?” Ryo asked nonchalantly.
JJ wanted to snap back something, but he suppressed his frustration. As much as he might dislike Ryo for having won Dee, none of this was his fault. “He’s not back yet.”
At that moment Drake entered the room, looking like he had been unable to get any sleep during his downtime.
“You look like shit,” Dee blurted out.
“Thanks,” Drake grumbled in a mocking tone. He ran his fingers through his hair and began to pick up the mugshots and walkie-talkie from the desk. “Is everyone ready to go?” The serious tone in his voice left everyone speechless. Everyone moved to collect the necessary items and leave for the club, without a word said between them.
During the drive JJ sat in the passenger seat of the surveillance van, while Drake drove. The tension between the pair was thick and the silence hung heavy between them. He looked over at Drake and saw that he was gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the look on his face was one of determination and focus. He longed to break the silence between them, crack a joke, say something, but he kept quiet. There was no change as they took their position and watched for Dee and Ryo to get in place. Drake cut the engine and reached out to turn on their walkie-talkie and then he settled back into his seat and placed his hands back on to the steering wheel.
Drake could not explain it, even to himself. As he sat there in that driver’s seat every muscle, every nerve, was on edge. His hands gripped the steering wheel and he willed himself not to look over at JJ. When he finally spared a glance his gaze connected with JJ’s and he quickly looked away. Get it together, he ordered himself. You are acting like a nervous teenage girl. Drake tried to calm himself down. He grabbed his thermos of coffee and began to drink.
On the other side of the car, JJ was battling his emotions as well. With every passing minute, he felt as if he were increasingly volatile. If it stayed quiet he was going to explode from the tension. He looked over at Drake just in time for their eyes to meet and he saw him quickly look away. The hurt and anger that had been brimming beneath the surface came to the forefront in a flash. He looked back at Drake sipping coffee from his thermos and could not stop himself from asking, “Are you ever going to speak to me again?”
Drake did not respond, just placed his thermos in the cup holder and took a deep breath.
“You can’t even look at me,” JJ asserted. “Look, lets just talk about it and get it over with.”
Drake finally looked over and his eyes met JJ’s for a second before looking away once more. “I don’t know if I can talk about it,” he mumbled.
JJ could tell that Drake was uncomfortable, he could not seem to remove his hands from the steering wheel. He watched Drake reach to turn on the radio and knocked his hand away. “We have to work together, you can’t just avoid me.”
Drake sighed and his hands fell down to his sides. “What do you want me from me?” he asked in a demanding tone.
JJ slid his body across the seat and saw the panic and confusion in Drake’s face. He could not hold back his bitter response, “For starters, you could stop treating me like a freaking leper!”
“I’m sorry,” he heard Drake whisper. “You make me nervous.”
With that single statement he felt all of his anger dissipate and it was replace with a familiar feeling of warmth. So, he made him nervous, just how nervous he wondered. He moved even closer and brought his hands up to cup Drake’s face. Before he could protest JJ brought his face down to his own and their lips met.
In that moment, Drake felt overcome with urges; the urge to deepen their kiss and the urge to throw JJ down onto the seat. As he heard JJ moan, he realized that he had given in to both those urges and he was now on top of JJ and kissing him like there would never be enough. He recoiled as if he had been burned and moved back to his side of the van. He looked away from JJ and focused outside, on the club they were supposed to be watching, and tried to control his breathing.
As JJ sat up, he watched Drake and realized two things; Drake was not as adverse to him as he thought and that he had never wanted any man more in his life than he wanted Drake right now. He saw Drake running his fingers through his hair, trying to calm down. He knew that if he were going to convince Drake, he needed to kiss him again before he could over think what they were doing. “Let’s face it Drake,” he started. “You and I both want this.”
“Huh?” was all Drake was capable of saying.
“Admit it, last night was good,” As he made this statement he moved back to Drake. When he tried to turn away, he pulled him back by his shirt so that they were looking into each other’s eyes.
“So what if it was!” he countered. “I still think it was a very stupid thing for us to do.”
“Says who?” demanded JJ, his voice thick with emotion. “Look, its just sex. It can end whenever we want it to.”
“Are you seriously proposing we keep doing this?” Drake asked in shock.
“Why not?” JJ asked. “I make you feel good right?” To emphasize his point, he moved himself back into Drake’s lap and kissed him. The kiss intensified quickly and he could feel Drake’s body responding to him. As JJ reached for Drake’s shirt, they heard the crackle of the walkie-talkie and Ryo’s voice came over the speaker.
“Look alive, looks like our guy. Can you confirm?”
JJ moved from Drake’s lap reluctantly and scanned the area quickly. He noticed the suspect a few yards away and responded, “Yeah, looks like our guy.”
“Roger that!” Ryo responded.
Then Dee’s voice came over, “Ryo and I can take over the tail from here. You two can call it a night.”
JJ made himself bring his usual cheer to his voice and respond, “Sure thing, Sempai!”
Drake did not say a word as he started the ignition and began the short drive back to the precinct. A million thoughts raced through his head at once. Why did he feel this way? He was expecting JJ to regret having sex with him but instead he wanted to do it again. Did he want to do it again? He wanted to say something as they made their way back into his office but he just could not form the words. As he reached for his coat, JJ broke the silence between them.
“You want to come over to my place?” If he had been aiming for subtlety, he failed miserably. His voice had taken on a seductive and husky tone as he had asked the question and it left no secret as to what the subtext of that question was, “Do you want to come to my place and fuck?”
He knew in all honesty this should not be a difficult question to answer, but he found his body and mind at war. His body was screaming, “Yes,” and drowning out the whisper of “No,” from his brain. He gulped and looked back at JJ. He was finally able to speak and was still somewhat surprised when he heard himself answer, “Yes.”
During the cab ride to JJ’s apartment, there was still some awkwardness between them, but also anticipation. He peeked covertly at JJ and saw a smile on his face and felt there was one on his face as well.
When the door to his apartment was closed behind them, they practically lunged for each other. JJ’s hands were in Drake’s hair, pulling him into his passionate kiss. Drake found his hands moving to JJ’s hips and pulling their bodies together tightly. As they kissed, they were removing each other’s clothes. Drake realized he had been backed against the wall and broke their kiss long enough to ask, “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Down the hall,” JJ managed in a voice barely above a gasp. He then backed up and grabbed Drake by his pants that were unbuttoned and barely hanging on his hips. He led him back to the bedroom and when he stepped inside, Drake began to feel his nervousness return. JJ picked up on this and asked, “You nervous?”
He nodded and JJ kissed him again, pulling him back to the bed. He watched as JJ sat on the bed in front of him as he remained standing. He reached for his pants and began to slide them down his hips. As JJ’s hands began to stroke him, he felt his legs weaken; he was barely able to remain standing. Then as JJ’s mouth descended, he gasped and let his head fall back. “Oh my god,” he gasped.
JJ heard Drake’s gasp and felt even more motivated. It had been too long for him and he loved hearing Drake’s reaction to him; to his kisses, his touches. He felt Drake’s hands move into his hair, and he increased his speed. The fingers tightened in his hair, but he ignored the pain. The only thing that broke through his concentration was hearing Drake moan his name.
He moved away and stood up to face Drake. “Come here,” he ordered, pulling Drake down on top of him. As they fell back on the bed their lips joined again, and both allowed themselves to be swept up in the pleasure they were feeling.
To Be Continued…
Author’s Notes: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter. There are plenty more chapters to come.
“Strings Attached”
By: Nova Starlight
Part 2: Where Do We Go From Here?
The sunlight poured into the small studio apartment where Drake slept and slowly pulled him from his dreamless sleep. As he opened his eyes and stretched his arms out wide, he was suddenly hit with the memory of what had happened the night before. He carefully looked around and soon found that there was no trace of JJ in the apartment. In fact if it were not for the condom wrapper he noticed on the floor beside the bed, he would have doubted that last night had even happened. His head fell back against the pillow and he closed his eyes tight. What was he going to do? He had to be at work in a couple of hours and he would have to face JJ, how was he going to accomplish that? With a sigh he got out of bed and began to prepare for the day.
In the shower, he turned the hot water tap to full blast and added just a little of the cold. It felt as if a waterfall of needles were piercing into his back and releasing all of his tension. As he washed, he could not stop himself from thinking about what had happened between himself and JJ the night before. He remembered how he had felt so at ease when they were talking. It had been a long time since he had that much fun just talking with someone, but when JJ kissed him, everything became a blur. As he remembered their kiss; he felt heat flood through him and his body’s response shocked him. The whole thing had been a mistake, he had to keep telling himself that. Besides, he was sure that JJ regretted it just as much as he did. All he had to remind himself was why he had suggested taking JJ out in the first place, JJ’s incessant crush on Dee. He felt his fists clench as he thought about Dee and JJ. He breathed deeply, forcing himself to calm down. He had to get it together before he showed up at work.
As Drake was getting dressed for work, JJ was already walking into the precinct. With a sigh he looked around and tried to remain calm. He could not shake the feeling that with one look, anyone would be able to tell what he had done the night before and who he had done it with. As he walked in he caught a glimpse of Dee and Ryo coming down the hall and he panicked. His eyes darted around looking for a hiding place before he ducked into the men’s room. He practically ran into one of the stalls and quietly waited. After a few minutes he exited the stall and went to one of the sinks. JJ splashed some of the cool water on his face and as his eyes fell on his reflection in the mirror he was caught off guard by the smile that he saw. How long had it been since he had been this happy?
He guessed that there was no using in denying that last night had been good. Hell, if he were really honest, it had been amazing. He just had to wonder what Drake would do when he came in that morning. He could imagine the shock he was probably going through because he had been there himself just a few hours before. He remembered waking up in bed with Drake. He had managed to get his body almost completely entwined with Drake’s; his arms were wrapped around Drake and one of his legs had been over his hips. He had carefully extracted himself from their embrace; all the while watching for signs of Drake waking. He had put on the clothes he had been wearing the day before and quickly made his way out to the street to catch a cab.
When he arrived at his own apartment, he had been unable to focus on the simplest tasks like shaving, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed. He had not been able to keep his memories of the night before at bay, thinking back on every kiss and touch. As he reflected on it again, he could feel the blush creeping onto his face. He turned the cold water on again and splashed more on his face. He would have to face Drake soon and he needed to be calm, cool, and collected.
He had to wonder how Drake would react. Would he act like nothing had happened? Probably. As JJ walked into their office, he felt his shoulders slump at the thought. What did he expect Drake to do? Rejoice at having had gay sex with his partner while he was drunk? JJ tried to put it out of his mind and focus on the paperwork in front of him. He was almost finished with his report for the Chief and once he finished they would be assigned another case. That would be just the thing, if the Chief assigned them another case they would both be too busy for it to be awkward.
An hour later, he had finished his report and lapsed into daydreaming as he stared out the window. He was so deep into his own little fantasy world that he nearly jumped a foot when the door suddenly opened. As he turned to look, his eyes met Drake’s for only a second. Drake looked away quickly. “Um…how is the report coming?” Drake asked while he hung up his coat.
“Oh…just finished,” JJ replied. “When you are ready, we can turn it in to the chief and see what he wants us to work on next.”
Drake nodded but still seemed unable to look at JJ. His gaze seemed to be locked on the floor, as he picked up the completed report from the desk. “Well, lets go see what the Badger has for us next,” he joked.
As the pair made their way to the Chief’s office, they were silent. Drake could practically feel JJ behind him but he tried to block it out. He wanted to smack himself, it was not like JJ was actually interested in him. He had been a substitute for Dee and he needed to remember that. So, they had sex, its not a big deal. Who the hell was he kidding? it was a hell of a big deal! “It obviously was not a big deal to JJ,” he told himself. “He is acting like nothing happened.”
He felt his shoulders tense and he quickly knocked on the door to the Chief’s office. He heard a gruff voice telling him to come in and when he opened the door, he noticed that Dee and Ryo were seated in two of the four chairs facing the Chief’s desk. Ryo looked impeccable and organized as always whereas Dee looked like he had woken up in some gutter in a shallow pool of liquor. “JJ and I finished the reports for our last case, Chief.”
“Good, I have another assignment for you and Adams,” the Chief replied.
“What is it?” JJ asked from behind.
“I’m assigning you to help Latener and Maclean here with a stakeout tonight. Their suspect, John Gabone aka Bones, has been laying low,” the Chief explained. Then with a pointed glare he added, “Due to Latener’s hotheaded antics, he knows that we are on to him. The only good news is that an informant called in and said he is going to be at a particular club tonight and I want you four there to spot him and tail him.”
Drake tried to keep the look of terror from his face. Here he had been hoping that they would be assigned something that would allow for he and JJ to be separated for a while, but instead he was going to be cooped up with him on a stakeout. “Okay, calm down,” he thought. “JJ and Ryo are sharp shooters, they will probably station them on rooftops and Dee and I will be in a car. No big deal.” Of course, just as he had that thought he heard the chief describing where he wanted them positioned. Dee was going to be dressed in plain clothes and be placed on the street corner. Ryo would be taking a surveillance point on a nearby rooftop and the Chief wanted he and JJ in a surveillance van parked down the street. Damn, he and JJ alone in a surveillance van, probably all night. Without thinking he looked over at JJ and then quickly back at the floor.
JJ barely kept his emotions in check as he watched Drake’s facial expressions. He had watched as the expression changed from dread to terror at the mention of the stakeout. When the Chief had described where he wanted them positioned Drake’s face looked like someone had just sentenced him to death. Though he knew he should not be surprised, he could not stop himself from feeling hurt. So, Drake might regret what happened last night. Did that mean that he had to treat JJ like the plague? He barely heard the Chief dismiss them through his haze of anger and hurt. Once outside the door he headed for shooting range and left Drake, Dee, and Ryo standing there watching him walk away.
“What’s his problem?” asked Dee.
“How the fuck should I know!” Drake snapped back before heading back to the office.
As he watched the two men walk away, Dee turned to Ryo and said, “Man, those two really need to get laid.”
As JJ practiced his shooting he just grew more and more frustrated. His shooting was terrible and he knew exactly why. Damn Drake! He raised the pistol and emptied the chamber into the head of the target. With a sigh he took off the sound isolating headphones and put the gun back into the holster. He guessed he could not hide out in here all day, but if Drake wanted to avoid him, than he would oblige. That is until tonight.
…
Drake and JJ had been able to return to their perspective apartments and get some rest before meeting back at the station that night. As JJ was readying everything they would need, he could feel his earlier frustration boiling up inside him. He was itching for a fight, for a confrontation; when he and Drake were alone, he knew he would have a hard time holding back. What was wrong with him? He should be elated that Drake did not want a relationship, he was supposed to be hopelessly in love with Dee. Instead he found himself hurt and confused by Drake’s response. Did he really want Drake? Or did he just want someone? anyone?
Before he could question himself any further, his thoughts were interrupted when Dee and Ryo entered the office.
“Where’s Drake?” Ryo asked nonchalantly.
JJ wanted to snap back something, but he suppressed his frustration. As much as he might dislike Ryo for having won Dee, none of this was his fault. “He’s not back yet.”
At that moment Drake entered the room, looking like he had been unable to get any sleep during his downtime.
“You look like shit,” Dee blurted out.
“Thanks,” Drake grumbled in a mocking tone. He ran his fingers through his hair and began to pick up the mugshots and walkie-talkie from the desk. “Is everyone ready to go?” The serious tone in his voice left everyone speechless. Everyone moved to collect the necessary items and leave for the club, without a word said between them.
During the drive JJ sat in the passenger seat of the surveillance van, while Drake drove. The tension between the pair was thick and the silence hung heavy between them. He looked over at Drake and saw that he was gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the look on his face was one of determination and focus. He longed to break the silence between them, crack a joke, say something, but he kept quiet. There was no change as they took their position and watched for Dee and Ryo to get in place. Drake cut the engine and reached out to turn on their walkie-talkie and then he settled back into his seat and placed his hands back on to the steering wheel.
Drake could not explain it, even to himself. As he sat there in that driver’s seat every muscle, every nerve, was on edge. His hands gripped the steering wheel and he willed himself not to look over at JJ. When he finally spared a glance his gaze connected with JJ’s and he quickly looked away. Get it together, he ordered himself. You are acting like a nervous teenage girl. Drake tried to calm himself down. He grabbed his thermos of coffee and began to drink.
On the other side of the car, JJ was battling his emotions as well. With every passing minute, he felt as if he were increasingly volatile. If it stayed quiet he was going to explode from the tension. He looked over at Drake just in time for their eyes to meet and he saw him quickly look away. The hurt and anger that had been brimming beneath the surface came to the forefront in a flash. He looked back at Drake sipping coffee from his thermos and could not stop himself from asking, “Are you ever going to speak to me again?”
Drake did not respond, just placed his thermos in the cup holder and took a deep breath.
“You can’t even look at me,” JJ asserted. “Look, lets just talk about it and get it over with.”
Drake finally looked over and his eyes met JJ’s for a second before looking away once more. “I don’t know if I can talk about it,” he mumbled.
JJ could tell that Drake was uncomfortable, he could not seem to remove his hands from the steering wheel. He watched Drake reach to turn on the radio and knocked his hand away. “We have to work together, you can’t just avoid me.”
Drake sighed and his hands fell down to his sides. “What do you want me from me?” he asked in a demanding tone.
JJ slid his body across the seat and saw the panic and confusion in Drake’s face. He could not hold back his bitter response, “For starters, you could stop treating me like a freaking leper!”
“I’m sorry,” he heard Drake whisper. “You make me nervous.”
With that single statement he felt all of his anger dissipate and it was replace with a familiar feeling of warmth. So, he made him nervous, just how nervous he wondered. He moved even closer and brought his hands up to cup Drake’s face. Before he could protest JJ brought his face down to his own and their lips met.
In that moment, Drake felt overcome with urges; the urge to deepen their kiss and the urge to throw JJ down onto the seat. As he heard JJ moan, he realized that he had given in to both those urges and he was now on top of JJ and kissing him like there would never be enough. He recoiled as if he had been burned and moved back to his side of the van. He looked away from JJ and focused outside, on the club they were supposed to be watching, and tried to control his breathing.
As JJ sat up, he watched Drake and realized two things; Drake was not as adverse to him as he thought and that he had never wanted any man more in his life than he wanted Drake right now. He saw Drake running his fingers through his hair, trying to calm down. He knew that if he were going to convince Drake, he needed to kiss him again before he could over think what they were doing. “Let’s face it Drake,” he started. “You and I both want this.”
“Huh?” was all Drake was capable of saying.
“Admit it, last night was good,” As he made this statement he moved back to Drake. When he tried to turn away, he pulled him back by his shirt so that they were looking into each other’s eyes.
“So what if it was!” he countered. “I still think it was a very stupid thing for us to do.”
“Says who?” demanded JJ, his voice thick with emotion. “Look, its just sex. It can end whenever we want it to.”
“Are you seriously proposing we keep doing this?” Drake asked in shock.
“Why not?” JJ asked. “I make you feel good right?” To emphasize his point, he moved himself back into Drake’s lap and kissed him. The kiss intensified quickly and he could feel Drake’s body responding to him. As JJ reached for Drake’s shirt, they heard the crackle of the walkie-talkie and Ryo’s voice came over the speaker.
“Look alive, looks like our guy. Can you confirm?”
JJ moved from Drake’s lap reluctantly and scanned the area quickly. He noticed the suspect a few yards away and responded, “Yeah, looks like our guy.”
“Roger that!” Ryo responded.
Then Dee’s voice came over, “Ryo and I can take over the tail from here. You two can call it a night.”
JJ made himself bring his usual cheer to his voice and respond, “Sure thing, Sempai!”
Drake did not say a word as he started the ignition and began the short drive back to the precinct. A million thoughts raced through his head at once. Why did he feel this way? He was expecting JJ to regret having sex with him but instead he wanted to do it again. Did he want to do it again? He wanted to say something as they made their way back into his office but he just could not form the words. As he reached for his coat, JJ broke the silence between them.
“You want to come over to my place?” If he had been aiming for subtlety, he failed miserably. His voice had taken on a seductive and husky tone as he had asked the question and it left no secret as to what the subtext of that question was, “Do you want to come to my place and fuck?”
He knew in all honesty this should not be a difficult question to answer, but he found his body and mind at war. His body was screaming, “Yes,” and drowning out the whisper of “No,” from his brain. He gulped and looked back at JJ. He was finally able to speak and was still somewhat surprised when he heard himself answer, “Yes.”
During the cab ride to JJ’s apartment, there was still some awkwardness between them, but also anticipation. He peeked covertly at JJ and saw a smile on his face and felt there was one on his face as well.
When the door to his apartment was closed behind them, they practically lunged for each other. JJ’s hands were in Drake’s hair, pulling him into his passionate kiss. Drake found his hands moving to JJ’s hips and pulling their bodies together tightly. As they kissed, they were removing each other’s clothes. Drake realized he had been backed against the wall and broke their kiss long enough to ask, “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Down the hall,” JJ managed in a voice barely above a gasp. He then backed up and grabbed Drake by his pants that were unbuttoned and barely hanging on his hips. He led him back to the bedroom and when he stepped inside, Drake began to feel his nervousness return. JJ picked up on this and asked, “You nervous?”
He nodded and JJ kissed him again, pulling him back to the bed. He watched as JJ sat on the bed in front of him as he remained standing. He reached for his pants and began to slide them down his hips. As JJ’s hands began to stroke him, he felt his legs weaken; he was barely able to remain standing. Then as JJ’s mouth descended, he gasped and let his head fall back. “Oh my god,” he gasped.
JJ heard Drake’s gasp and felt even more motivated. It had been too long for him and he loved hearing Drake’s reaction to him; to his kisses, his touches. He felt Drake’s hands move into his hair, and he increased his speed. The fingers tightened in his hair, but he ignored the pain. The only thing that broke through his concentration was hearing Drake moan his name.
He moved away and stood up to face Drake. “Come here,” he ordered, pulling Drake down on top of him. As they fell back on the bed their lips joined again, and both allowed themselves to be swept up in the pleasure they were feeling.
To Be Continued…
Author’s Notes: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter. There are plenty more chapters to come.