Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Usual Energy ❯ Libidinous Enticement ( Chapter 3 )

 

Chapter Three: Libidinous Enticement

 

JJ rested an arm over his eyes, watching as the man dressed. He let his eyes flutter shut, opening them only when a smack of paper hit the night table next to him. He blinked and glanced over, picking up the stack of bills, not even bothering to see his...guest out.

 

He sat up and pulled a cigarette out of the nearly empty pack on the table, lighting it before running a hand through his hair. He leaned over and reached under the table, pulling a small bag from the hidden recess. He flicked the baggie slightly before sticking the cigarette in his mouth. He opened the bag and dumped the contents onto his night table. He broke down the last of it into a line, reached back under the table for the straw.

 

Line consumed, he laid back in bed, releasing a long stream of smoke as he contemplated the ceiling. Ten years hadn't passed, his academy days had never come, and he was still a seventeen year old boy, whoring himself out for a bit of white paradise. Wouldn't the boys at the station be so proud of him.

 

He snorted and dropped his cigarette into a half empty beer can, standing and heading for the shower. If he was going to do this, he might as well go full throttle. He would need supplies, new clothes, and connections. He would also have to find out what Narc and Vice were doing tonight.

 

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“Thanks, Drake.” JJ said, pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes, adjusting his mirror. He glanced behind him and pulled out of the parking spot, absently listening to his partner, ex-partner, ramble on about the locations of Narcotics and Vice later that night.

 

“You are an angel, really. You know how Mags is, and with this suspension, I just can't bail her out this time. I'll get her to stay in, lay low. What? Yeah, I owe you big time. I promise, dinner for a week, my treat.” He disconnected the call and tossed his cell phone onto the passenger's seat, watching it hit the brown drug store bag. He shook his head and pulled out a fresh cigarette, lighting it as he took a corner a bit sharply, flipping off the blue haired old lady he had almost mowed down.

 

“Bitch,” he muttered, turning on his CD player. He took another corner, this time nearly murdering a mail drop box and pulled into an alley, rolling down his windows as he drove slowly past various men in various states of undress, each showing off what they had to offer. He pulled over near a young man with bright pink hair. He leaned out the window, eyeing him up and down. “How much?”

 

“Depends on what you want, mister.” The youth said, looking and acting far younger then his actual age.

 

JJ tilted his head forward, letting his sunglasses slide down his nose. “How much for an old friend?”

 

“JJ? You shouldn't be here man. If people know the pigs were out…”

 

“Get in, Shame.” JJ said, and the boy shrugged and climbed into the car, buckling his seatbelt as JJ hit the gas. He shoot from the alley now that he had found his prey.

 

 

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“You're really starting up again?” Shame asked, tilting his head, fork sticking out from between his lips. “Why? You had it so cool. Decent job, food every day, nice pad to crash at… Why go back to being some little street whore junkie? Come on, you're a DETECTIVE man, you rule.”

 

“Was, a detective. Apparently you haven't seen the paper's lately.”

 

Shame shook his head, inhaling another pancake before turning to his coffee. “Not exactly high on my list of things to get.”

 

“I'm suspended until further notice without pay. Which means I need cash.”

 

“There are other ways for someone like you to get some funds,”

 

“Not if what I want to buy isn't exactly…available.”

 

Shame blinked over his coffee and set the mug down. “Jem…”

 

“No worries, I just need some help getting started again, it's been a while. So what do you say, help an old friend out?”

 

Shame ran a hand through his hair before nodding. “JUST this once. I don't like this, Jem. In fact I really hate this. But if you let me crash at your place…I'll get you set up. Some customers, clothes…location, all of it.”

 

JJ grinned, sipping his coffee. Things were on track.

 

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The kiss deepened as JJ pulled Shame into a dark alley, pressing him against the hard, brick wall. His hands worked on the front of Shame's leather shorts, tugging at the tight waistband, pulling it open as his tongue slid into Shame's mouth.

Shame moaned, sucking on the tongue, whimpering as it slid away from him a moment later. The whimpers soon turned into moans as the tongue found it's way to his left nipple, circling it slowly, a brush of lips and teeth soon following.

Shame's head fell back against the wall as the mouth closed over the second nipple, his breath hissing out of him. The mouth created a path down his chest, tongue creating a hot, wet trail that caused Shame's breathing to stop for a brief moment.

His shorts were pushed down and that heat surrounded him. Shame's nails dug into the bricks behind him. "More," Shame whispered, wincing at how needy his voice sounded. It had been a while since he had JJ's mouth around him.

There was a chuckle, and Shame gasped, his hand threading through silken locks. The pace was hard, fast, and demanding. This wasn't the gentle touches and soft caresses JJ was used to giving. It was sex in dark dirty alley between two pubs. It was need and passion. It was the intoxicating scent of peppermint, drugging Shame as he gasped, struggling to bring in the oxygen he needed, fighting the urge to just collapse as sensations overwhelmed him.

"I can't...stop..." Shame whispered, his hand buried deeper into the hair beneath his hand. "Please...don't...fuck...don't stop."

The man below him ignored everything he said and continued on, intent on watching Shame scream. Glittering eyes rolled up slightly to look up Shame's body, watching as he lost control completely.

 

JJ pulled away a moment later, tilting his head back as he swallowed, licking his lips slowly. He kissed his way back up his friend's body to his mouth, eagerly exploring as Shame slowly stopped shaking. Shame pushed him off and fixed his shorts and top, kissing JJ once again before taking his hand. He lead him back towards the club they had escaped from, body freezing for a second in the doorway as a blast of music nearly sent him back out.

 

He grinned, bouncing, jerking JJ after him and onto the floor, plastering his body against JJ's as they moved to the music, ignoring everything around them except the feel of the other's body pressed against their own, hands caressing, tongues tasting.

 

“Well, if it isn't two little fag whores,” A deep voice said over JJ's shoulder and he stopped moving, pulling away from Shame's mouth to glance over his shoulder. Three men stood there, a raven haired man whose eyes drooped slightly, a long haired blond man whose eyes kept darting to the half dressed women surrounding them, and a brunette in sunglasses who looked slightly nervous at being involved. The one who had spoken, the raven haired man, glared at them, pushing JJ slightly. “Your kind aren't welcome here.”

 

“What, Irish?” Shame asked, smirking.

 

The blond's eyes narrowed and he moved to stand next to his buddy. “Don't get smart with us, fag.”

 

“I don't recall being a cigarette…” Shame mused, tilting his head slightly.

 

The blond growled and advanced even closer to Shame, his hands clenched into fists.

 

“Don't,” JJ warned and the raven haired man laughed.

 

“And why not, fag?”

 

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“I can't belive I have to bail YOU out of jail. Dee, sure, but you?”

 

JJ looked up, squinting slightly, his left eye too swollen to see haze out of. “Drake?”

 

“It's me. Who's the pixie?” Drake asked, glancing at Shame who was hanging upside down from the bunk, ankles hooked into the metal bars.

 

“Just a friend. You got the cash?”

 

“You owe me for this one, JJ.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. You didn't tell Dee did you?”

 

“No, your god still thinks you're a good little boy. How did you get arrested for brawling, anyway? You should have been able to wipe the floor with them. Don't tell me you've been slacking in the gym…”

 

“No, that's you. I was held back by two idiots while the asshole took on Shame.”

 

“I could leave you here…” Drake said before shaking his head and making a hand motion. A click sounded and he opened the door, leaning against it as JJ and Shame slipped out. “Thanks man,” JJ said, hugging his partner.

 

Drake wrapped an arm around JJ's shoulder, holding him for a moment. “It's good to see you, JJ.” he said softly into JJ's ear. “I missed you,”

 

“It's only been a week.”

 

“And that's far too long when I'm used to you annoying me every day,”

 

JJ smiled softly.