Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Usual Energy ❯ Cocaine Dreams ( Chapter 2 )

Sunlight played over the small bedroom, illuminating the sleeping face of the man who was currently face down in a pile of pillows, suffocating himself as he sleep. A small black bird appeared on the window ledge, peeking into the room just in time to see the man roll over and fall onto the floor.

JJ groaned, holding his head, trying to stop his brain from launching itself from his skull. He blinked and stood, body trembling, one hand still pressed to his forehead in an effort to stop the pain.

He stumbled into the kitchen, laying his forehead on the cool counter as he blinked at his coffeepot and cursed again, remembering running out of coffee yesterday morning. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut with the pain in his head. "What did I do yesterday?"

One eye opened and he focused on a piece of foil on his counter. Raising his head he picked up the empty condom wrapper, finding several others scattered around. Placing his hand back against his forehead, he closed his eyes again. "Make that who'd I do."

JJ was just about to put his head back on the counter when his doorbell rang loudly…and continuously. He grumbled, padding over to the door, kicking a blanket and beer can out of his way before opening the door, blinking in the light. "What?"

A medicine cup filled with the most beautiful sight he had ever seen graced his vision and he grabbed it, downing the two aspirins dry, leaning heavily against the doorjamb. He felt a hand brushing hair from in front of his eyes and squinted before moving out of Dee's way, allowing him inside.

Dee glanced around before shaking his head and turning back to JJ. "Get dressed."

"Why?"

"Because I said so, and I outrank you. Now go."

JJ kicked Dee weakly before heading for his bedroom. He glanced longingly at his bed before pulling on a pair of jeans and a shirt about five sizes too big for him. He left the sleeves over his hands as he returned to Dee, only to have his coat thrown at him. Frowning, he slipped it on, following Dee out the door and down the block.

A coffee shop loomed in front of him and he hugged Dee tightly, burying his head in the other man's neck. "You are a god,"

"I know, now get off me." Dee said, gently pushing JJ off and leading him into the small shoppe.

The pair sat at a booth in the back, Dee sitting sidewise, one arm flung over the back of the seat, the other holding on to his precious coffee, watching JJ over the rim as he took a sip. JJ for his part, was focusing on keeping his head off the table, one hand holding it up while the other absently stirred his coffee, making the cream create interesting patterns.

"JJ…"

"Don't, Dee." JJ said, finally raising his tired and bloodshot eyes. "I don't want to talk about it, I don't even want to think about it."

"You're going to have to eventually. This isn't like you, Jemmy."

"What would you know?" JJ snapped before running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad week."

Dee nodded, sipping his coffee. "Shit like this sucks. And that I do know. I've done my own time in IA suspension."

JJ sipped his coffee, making a face at the amount of cream he had put into it. "I' know you've been there, Dee, but.."

"You don't want to talk about it. No worries. Just…try to let us in sometime huh? We love you."

JJ gave Dee a weak smile and stood. "Thanks for the coffee…I'll call you." He leaned over and gave Dee a kiss on the cheek before heading for the door, his hands shoved into his pockets, hair hanging down to shield his face.

Dee watched him go, shaking his head before pulling out his cell phone, punching Drake's number.

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JJ stared out through his windshield at the large townhouse, wondering why he was here after ten years. Shaking his head, he slipped from the car, locking the door before darting up the stairs and under the awning, shaking rain water from his hair as he pressed the bell.

A young woman opened the door, and blinked up at him before moving out of his way. "Long time no see, Jem."

JJ bent close and kissed her temple. "Sorry, things have been…interesting lately."

She shook her head and took his hand, leading him into the living room where various people were lounging around, listening to music, talking, eating and making out. "Everyone! This is my brother, JJ. JJ this is…everyone.

JJ nodded to the group who glanced at him before going back to what they were doing. Margret lead him to an empty loveseat and sat down, curling her legs under her, pushing a lock of hair from his face, before smiling at him.

One of those on the floor near them pulled out a crack pipe and Margaret's eyebrows shot up. She leaned over, whispered in his ear and the guy jerked his head around, staring at JJ. "A fucking pig?!"

JJ held up his hands. "Not at the moment. In fact, probably not ever."

Margret leaned back, studying her younger brother. "Jem.."

"Don't, Maggie. I don't want to talk about it. It's not important."

As if to underscore his words, he leaned over, taking a bag of powdered cocaine the other guy had taken out and opened it. He grabbed one of his sister's silver serving trays and dumped the bag out. The guy on the floor held up a razor blade and JJ accepted it, neatly cutting out a line.

Margret raised an eyebrow and held out a small red straw, wondering if her brother was actually going to go through with this little stunt. Ten years of sobriety were a lot to throw away.

JJ stared at the red straw, feeling the stares of the group on him as he leaned over and accepted it. The line was quickly disposed of, as was a second one. JJ leaned back against the loveseat, his head tilted back, a shaky hand brushing stray powder from his nose. He let his eyes close as he felt the drug kick in, freeing him. He couldn't remember why he had ever given it up.

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JJ moaned as a hand slid across his hip, and he swallowed hard as breath tickled over his ear.

"Close your eyes," The voice whispered. JJ complied and he was temporarily blind, left only to touch, taste and smell to get by. It was rather fun.

He had come to this small club looking for an escape, the effects of cocaine and pot still flooding his body. He hadn't planned to join in on the nightly entertainment…but he couldn't say no when offered.

The music swelled around them, reaching an unbearable level before gliding down to a calmer volume; JJ could feel the vibrations in the floor, yet the sounds weren't as violent anymore. He licked his lips as the stranger's hips pressed against his arse, guiding his movements. This was...different than other times, though. This wasn't dancing. It was sex, violence, lust, desire, hate, fear, pain, pleasure...everything you could dream of. Everything you could imagine. Everything you could want wrapped in a primal beat.

JJ moaned softly, pressing back against his partner. One of the man's hands was splayed across his stomach, the pinkie dipping into his waist band. The other hand was lifting JJ's arm behind the man's head, slowly running down the smooth, tender flesh of his arm. Lips and teeth were at JJ's throat, nipping, biting, sucking, drawing sounds from JJ that he forgot he could make; and all the while they moved.

They were inside each other, they were separate from everything, they were blown apart and re-assembled, yet they were all in their clothes, all in front of the hundred or so patrons of the small club.

JJ wondered how long a song could last, how long HE could last. It already felt like eternity. Yet it kept going, kept thumping, or in JJ's case, pushing.

JJ was spun around, chest, hips and thighs pressing against another, his lips a hairs breath away from another pair. A thigh slipped between his legs, pressing up against JJ's arousal, causing him to gasp. He was bent backwards in a dip before slowly drawn up, the power of sex and hunger building around him, pressing on him as he was pressed against that hard body again.

This was a tango, a rumba, a forbidden dance that was all and nothing JJ had ever done before. A boy named Marcus had given him dance lesson's years ago. Salsa lessons that lead to sweaty bodies and heavy breathing. Dance lessons that had turned into a wicked dance of naked flesh and JJ screaming. But this was nothing like that. This was...

"This is passion," the voice whispered. "This is pleasure, lust...and this is the end." He hissed and captured JJ's lips, kissing him hungrily as the final, frenzied beats of the song crashed together, climaxing, pulling at JJ's chest, tightening around him.