By Brit Columbia
Pairing: Drake/ JJ
Spoilers: To Volume 7 & and beyond
Rating: NC-17. Blowjob, anal sex, hot guys getting each other off.
Timing: Set on Halloween night after Diana's party at the New York Palace Hotel. Kind of a sequel to slave to a gladiator, although that story isn't yet finished as of the time of this posting.
Summary: Drake and JJ, a carnal Batman and Robin!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Sanami Matoh. I have no claim on them. I wasn't paid to write this story.
Author's notes: Apologies to the readers who were expecting this a lot earlier. I was supposed to write this Drake/JJ lemon over the Christmas break, but fell ill. Unfortunately, very little got written during that time, and when I did start writing again, the going was slow. Incidentally, although I initially said this was going to be a one shot, it kind of expanded itself, so now I'm presenting it in three parts. I need to give myself time to work on my next offering, which I think really must be the next chapter of a new day . I've told myself that I can't have any more chocolate until I've written at least ten pages of that! (I'm going to hold myself to that, really!)
Thank you to mtemplar, the_ladyfeather, and shelley6441. You guys are great for catching all those mistakes!
Dedicated to Daxemon because of her sprained and fractured ankle. I SO sympathize! *Sends hugs, chocolate and a big box of healing*
Part One: Bi-Bi Batman Suit
"Drake! Give me a chance to close the drapes before you go giving my neighbors a thrill." JJ bustled to the big sliding glass doors that opened onto his eleventh floor balcony.
"Don't worry about your neighbors, man. I can't get this thing off by myself anyway. I think I'm gonna need a hand."
JJ surveyed his partner, who stood in the center of the living room, presenting the image of a very disheveled and overheated Batman. The two of them had just returned from a Halloween party which they had attended dressed as Batman and Robin. The costumes had been JJ's idea, and Drake had gone along with him as usual.
In JJ's opinion, Drake appeared sexier than he ever could have imagined his normally low-key and slightly rumpled partner looking. Drake had lost a few pounds around the midsection by stepping up the sports over the past few months--typical behavior for Drake whenever he went long periods of time without a girlfriend--and now his body was leaner and more defined than it had looked in a long time. Drake had just spent the evening clad head to toe in close-fitting dark latex, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. JJ wouldn't have admitted it, but he thought that Drake's costume had been even hotter than Dee Laytner's. The ever-gorgeous Dee had appeared as a sexy gladiator, with his insipid partner predictably in tow. Although JJ had naturally drunk in the sight of his favorite sex god wearing leather and sandals, there had been something about the way the shiny black rubber of the Batman costume had molded itself to Drake's new body that had drawn his eye again and again.
But several hours of sweating in latex had obviously taken their toll on Drake. The dramatic hooded bat cape now lay in a crumpled heap beside him, with his mask on top of it. Drake's hair lay flattened to his scalp in damp brown waves, and beads of perspiration stood out on his brow.
"Well, somebody sure needs a shower," observed JJ critically.
"No kidding. Hey, is this zipper stuck? It went down about three inches and then it wouldn't go any further."
"Stop tearing at it like that! Do you think you'll ever get any of your deposit back if you rip the zipper right off the latex?" JJ stepped behind Drake and batted his hands away. "Hands off. Let me at it." He tugged at the zipper that ran down the back of Drake's costume, and frowned when he wasn't able to budge it. "Try exhaling."
Drake did, but that didn't seem to help either. He glanced anxiously over his shoulder at JJ's blond head. "Any luck?"
"Hmm. Try lowering your arms. When you lift them like that, it makes your lats stick out."
Drake meekly obeyed. He couldn't wait to get out of the hottest, sweatiest Halloween costume he had ever worn in his life. Of course he would hate to give up the three hundred bucks he'd had to put down as a deposit, but if JJ couldn't get him out of this stretchy rubber prison in about ten minutes max, he was perfectly ready to take a pair of scissors to it.
Well, maybe. On the other hand, three hundred dollars would buy tickets to at least two Rangers games, with money left over for beer. Perhaps he should try to be a bit more patient.
"How's it going back there?" he asked hopefully.
"Arch your spine and push your shoulders back...Yeah, that's doing it. Here she comes."
Drake felt cool air touch his damp back as the tightly clenched teeth of the zipper slowly parted and set him free. "Arghh! Thank God!" he groaned, and started yanking on the material of his costume again, trying frantically to get it off his arms.
"Stop that, Drake! You're splattering me with sweat for heaven's sake!"
"Oh, er... sorry," Drake mumbled and stopped mid-stretch.
"I specifically don't want you to drop any sweat on my new Thai silk cushion covers. Step away from the couch, okay?" JJ took hold of the section of the costume that held Drake's arms prisoner in front of his body, and towed him rapidly out of the living room, not stopping until they fetched up in the bathroom together.
"Okey-dokey," said JJ firmly. "This is the best room for you to undress in. There's no sensitive silk in here. Now, let's get this damn thing off you slowly and carefully. Latex is actually quite fragile, you know."
"Thanks for helping me," said Drake humbly. It had taken almost half an hour for the girls at the rental shop to get him squeezed into his tight latex costume with the aid of liberal amounts of talcum powder. He had been hoping he would be able to remove it in a fraction of the time. He pulled his arm back gently as JJ peeled the rubber material over first one wrist and then the other. Relieved to have his torso free, Drake took a deep breath and unbuckled his yellow plastic belt, which he handed to JJ.
JJ dropped both items on the floor in one corner of his spacious and stylish bathroom. "Yuck. I know some people are into latex wear, but how can they put up with that awful smell?"
"No idea. But trust me, the human-condom feeling is worse than the smell of latex," Drake muttered. Now for the 'bat-briefs'." They came down a little easier than he expected, perhaps because they were made of a slightly heavier grade of rubber. He tried to hand them to JJ too, but his partner just wrinkled his nose and pointed to the corner.
"You think I'm just gonna stand here holding your underwear for you? What do I look like--a friggin' valet?"
Drake tossed the bat-briefs where he had been directed and grinned apologetically at JJ. "The real underwear is yet to come, I'm afraid," he said, and began to tug down the tight latex leggings that were the last remaining piece of the costume.
"Drakey! Are those bikini briefs?" JJ stared delightedly. "I never would have figured you for a bikini-brief kind of guy. Holy bat-shit."
"Yeah, they're bikini briefs. So what?" Drake glanced at JJ defensively before lowering his eyes along with the latex tights. "I thought they would be the best gaunch for under the costume. The shop said I had to wear something under it. Come on, quit laughing."
"They're so gosh-darn skimpy! I gotta know.... Did you buy them yourself?" JJ leaned back against the wall, arms folded, smirking at Drake as he watched the show.
"Nope. Women are always giving me stuff like this for some reason." Wouldn't hurt to remind his partner that women obviously found him sexy, even if they did dump him at regular intervals. Having peeled the leg coverings down as far as his shins, Drake ran into the same problem he had encountered with his arms. There was too much costume pooled between his lower legs and he suddenly felt awkward and off-balance. He grunted in frustration and started jerking at the tights in an impatient effort to get them off his calves and ankles.
"Oh, you're impossible," said JJ, emitting a sharp little huff, and pushing himself away from the wall. "Go on, sit on the toilet and stick your legs out."
Drake shuffled backwards over the aqua floor tiles and sat down heavily on the toilet seat, causing JJ to roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath.
Slowly, gently, with many small tugs, JJ got the stretchy rubber leggings down over Drake's muscular calves and large, callused feet. He then flung them into the corner with the rest of the costume.
"You're gonna have to wash out all the pieces of your costume tonight and then hang them up to dry," he informed Drake. "But not until we've both had a shower, of course."
"Yeah, I guess I should." Drake sighed, his hand on the back of his neck. "That's what Miranda and Jessie said I should do, you know, the girls at the rental shop."
"You mean the skanks at the rental shop," retorted JJ. "The one with the black hair was a junkie for sure, and the mousy brown one was so desperate for a man you could practically smell--"
"Hey c'mon, I didn't think they were that bad," protested Drake.
"Hmph. You wouldn't." JJ sniffed dismissively.
"What a pain in the neck this costume was," said Drake, changing the subject. "That's the last time I do a latex one." He stood up, feeling oddly nervous about removing his last piece of clothing, the black bikini briefs that Megan had bought for him. Or had it been Cordelia? He wasn't sure. It couldn't have been his sister Della, even though she often gave him practical gifts like socks, undershirts and...
"Drake, are you listening to me?"
"Huh?" He blinked at JJ, who was standing next to the open shower stall. "Sorry about that. I guess I zoned out. What were you saying?"
"I was trying to give you a tour of the shower. Okay, here we go again, from the top. This one is conditioner, here's the shampoo, shower gel, soap, of course, and more conditioner." JJ pointed to various bottles and tubes in rapid succession.
"Oh, I never use conditioner," said Drake. "Which one was the shampoo again? This one?"
JJ looked at him like he was from another planet, which made Drake grin. JJ often did that.
"No, that's lube," JJ informed him and snickered when Drake started and dropped it. "You don't wanna wash your hair with that one. THIS one," he added, lifting a pale yellow bottle, "is shampoo. And make sure you use the shower gel, not the bar of soap." His blue eyes looked Drake up and down boldly. "I don't want to find chest hairs embedded in it later."
Although a part of his mind was still reeling from the concept of a guy who actually kept lube in the shower stall, Drake put a self-conscious hand to his chest. "I'm not that hairy," he protested, hoping this wasn't going to be an issue. It had been for a girl he'd dated a couple of years back who had actually offered to wax it for him. Four times.
To his surprise, JJ suddenly smiled at him affectionately. "No," he agreed. "You're not. You have just the right amount."
"Really?" Drake felt himself blushing slightly.
"Yeah." JJ transferred his gaze to Drake's underwear. "By the way, are you planning to take those off tonight?"
"Uh-huh." Drake forced himself to look JJ in the eye, although he was suddenly feeling embarrassed again.
"Um, when you leave the room, I guess."
JJ rolled his eyes for the second time since they had entered the bathroom. "Drakey," he said in his snarkiest voice. "I'm going to be sucking your cock in the next 20 minutes or so. You've got about nineteen minutes to get over these ridiculous bashful feelings of yours, okay?"
"Fuck, JJ," Drake whispered huskily, taking an impulsive step toward him. His partner's words had gone straight to his dick.
JJ took a big step back, looking at him indignantly. "Don't even think about touching me until you're no longer covered in sweat and slimy old baby powder! Now, hurry up and take your shower. I'll be back soon with a towel and a washcloth for you."
Drake acquiesced with a murmur of assent. At that moment, if JJ had ordered him to dance a jig with a rose in his teeth, he would have done so without hesitation. It had been a long time since he had had his cock sucked, and an even longer time since anyone had offered to do it willingly without first having been worn down by lots of begging and wheedling.
Drake waited until JJ had briskly exited the bathroom, before turning on the water in the shower stall. He peeled off his damp briefs and idly hand-washed them with JJ's banana scented shower gel, while looking around him at the attractively appointed bathroom he found himself in.
JJ's bathroom, which had been done in two shades of aqua contrasted with white, consisted of a glass walled stand-up shower and a separate soaker tub. Drake remembered when JJ had had the renovations done last March. It had led to the first time he had ever seen his partner naked, strangely enough. JJ usually couldn't stand to use the communal showers in the men's change room at the Bronx 51st, where they had been stationed at that time, but for a week there, he really hadn't had much of a choice.
The way that JJ had soaped himself at that time had exercised a strangely compelling effect on Drake. He hadn't really been able to explain it, especially since he was newly with Megan and actually getting some regular sex for once.
"Guess I was 'bi-curious' back then, too," he muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth lifting in a half smile as he recalled what JJ had said to him at the Halloween party they had attended together earlier this evening.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, JJ stripped the covers off the bed in readiness for the evening's activities, and then stood in front of the mirror, regarding himself with interest. JJ had always liked looking in the mirror. He usually liked what he saw. He was still wearing his costume from the party, minus mask and cape, of course. He grinned at the 'R'-emblazoned red bodice over a close-fitting cap sleeved tee-shirt.
"No one could mistake you for a straight boy, Robin my dear," he said to himself with amusement. "Especially not with that green satin bikini."
He quickly stripped off what was left of his 'Robin' costume and put it away, except for the bikini, which he tossed on the bed. Then he returned to the living room and gathered up the two masks and capes. He had plans for them. It wasn't every day one got to screw Batman after all.
Drake had just turned around to get more shower gel, when he felt a slight coolness between his shoulders as the temperature in the shower stall changed. He started to turn back but was forestalled by the feel of JJ's arm coming around his middle. A thumb traced a soapy line from his pecs all the way down the central line dividing his abs.
"What's up, Drakey?" JJ giggled as his hand came into contact with the soapy erection that Drake had been playing with.
Drake gasped and thrust forward into JJ's hand. It felt so good to have someone else's fingers on his dick instead of his own, for once. JJ's firm body pressed up against his back also felt good--until he felt an erection rubbing itself over his right buttock. That freaked him out. He didn't quite know what to make of that, and he froze uncertainly.
JJ laughed. "Do you think I'm going to rape you or something? Grow up, Drakey."
"Sorry," Drake muttered, hyperconscious of the dick. The dick that wasn't his. Holy bat-shit, as JJ had said. What the hell was he doing?
"You're wilting, Mr. Bikini Briefs. Are you scared or something?"
Drake decided to go for honesty. "Yeah," he mumbled.
"Really?" JJ sounded surprised and a little bit uncertain, which made Drake decide to turn around and face him.
"Yeah," he said again, speaking louder than he wanted to over the 'shhhhhaaaahhh' sound of the shower. "I don't know what you expect, see. Maybe you expect things I'm not comfortable doing. I don't actually know what I'm comfortable doing... The one time we did this before, it was all kinda 'spur of the moment', and there was no time to, you know, think about it."
"So now that you're thinking about it, do you want to stop?" JJ's blue eyes met his fearlessly.
"No!" Drake reached out and touched his partner's shoulder. "No," he repeated. "I just wanna know what the plan is. I assume you have some kind of plan?"
JJ nodded with a small grin. "You know me, Drake. I always have a plan."
"Well then," Drake said. "Let me in on it, would ya?"
JJ's hand found its way to Drake's hip and stroked down over his thigh and back up. "Drakey, just trust me, okay? I know you have a typical straight man's fears, so let me reassure you that absolutely nothing is gonna go in your ass tonight." He slid his hand around Drake's hip until he was grasping one hard buttock. "No fingers, no tongues, no toys, and especially, no cocks." One fingertip rested at the top of Drake's crack however, and it made the larger man flinch. "Don't be so jumpy, you dope. Although I have been known to top when the occasion calls for it, I'm primarily a bottom."
"It means I'd rather get fucked than do the fucking."
"Oh," said Drake, looking relieved. "Well, good, because I..."
"Mmm?" JJ stepped closer and kissed one of Drake's nipples.
"I--I'd like to fuck you again," said Drake quickly, before he lost his nerve. "L-like last time. That was... hot."
"Yeah?" JJ smiled up at Drake before turning him around so that their positions were reversed. Now it was JJ who stood under the shower spray. "Drakey, do me a favor."
"Sure," said Drake, who couldn't get over how fast his penis was returning to life under JJ's knowledgeable fingers.
"Wash me, you sexy bat-hunk. I want to feel your hands on my body. Can you handle that?"
~end of part one~