by Brit Columbia
Type of story: This is an excerpt that I believe can stand alone as a one-shot.
Rating: Not a lemon. I'd say this qualifies as a lime.
Spoilers: None. Dee and Ryo are not mentioned.
Timing: Set in May during the events of my story FAKE First Year Together: a new day (May)
Summary: This is basically an excerpt from a larger story, the one where Drake and JJ go to Canada to gather the clues that cracked the Lydgate case. It's likely to be a year or two before I write that story, so here's a small taste of the part that everyone's mainly interested in: Drake and JJ's first sexual experience together.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are the property of Sanami Matoh. I am not making any money from this.
Author's notes: Not beta-ed by anyone, so if you see any mistakes, let me know.
Dedication: This is for </b></a>cattidono. I hope this scratches that little Drake/JJ itch of yours!
Drake came slowly awake to an awareness of creaking sounds and the distant cries of gulls somewhere above him. He lay still for a moment without opening his eyes, relaxing into the gentle rocking motion of the boat, cradled in becalmed waters. His groggy brain briefly wondered what the hell he was doing on a boat, sleeping naked with his arms around a lover. A moment later it all came rushing back. The panic he had felt when he had hauled a half-frozen, semi-conscious JJ onto the boat, his desperate efforts to warm him, the despair that had seized him when he realized that there was no source of heat anywhere on the boat, nothing warm except himself... and now JJ was still in his arms, still naked, their bodies pressed close together. Skin on skin.
They were not lovers, in fact, far from it, but the forces of nature didn't know that. The laughing waves performed their age-old dance, gently lapping at the sides of the boat, shifting it softly to and fro. And as the boat moved, Drake's body moved unwillingly against JJ's, and JJ seemed to rub subtly back. Drake began to consider the notion that his partner was not only awake, but that he was also consciously mimicking the movement of the waves, perhaps even increasing it a little. Drake raised his head from the hard pillow and squinted down suspiciously at JJ.
"Hey, partner. You okay?"
"Yeah, think so." JJ's voice was sleepy. "Thanks for getting me warm again."
"Oh, well if you're feeling better now..." Drake made a genuine effort to disengage himself, but was stopped by JJ's arms rather frantically tightening around his back.
"I didn't say I was 100 percent warm! Don't let go."
Drake had no choice but to lie there while the boat rocked JJ's nakedness against him. "You feel warm enough to me," he said after a minute.
"Maybe on the outside, but inside I feel cold to my bones." JJ's voice came back muffled against the furriness of Drake's chest.
"I've got you," Drake murmured, running one big warm hand up and down JJ's back from shoulder blade to kidneys and back up again. He winced as he remembered how truly, profoundly cold JJ had been when he had first bundled him into this bed. His limbs had been like ice and his lips and nail beds had been bluish-grey. Drake had stripped them both and held the violently shivering body of his partner against his own large, warm one, terrified that JJ's hypothermia had advanced to the point where blankets and another person's body heat would not be enough to prevent his heart from developing a pattern of arrhythmia. What if his heart had stopped? What if he had gone into cardiac arrest? They were far from shore, on a boat with a busted radio. How far were they from the nearest hospital? Drake didn't even know. He wondered how the hell he could have performed CPR while simultaneously driving the boat. Even now, he couldn't quite believe that JJ was going to be all right. He tightened his arms around his partner in gratitude and pressed his lips without thinking against JJ's white gold hair.
JJ mumbled something against Drake's chest that he didn't quite catch. Drake shifted the warm body in his arms and asked, "What was that?"
"You wanna fuck me, Drakey?" JJ lifted his head, gazing up at Drake through half-closed eyes. They gleamed with an expression both challenging and seductive.
"Wha---what--Jesus H Christ, JJ!" Drake stared down at JJ, utterly shocked. He knew his mouth was hanging open and his face was probably wearing a horrified expression, but really, at that moment, he wasn't in control of such things. What the hell was JJ suggesting? The kid knew he was straight. How could he make such an offer? He had to be either still lightheaded from lack of oxygen, or joking. Yeah, joking, that was it. Drake broke into a relieved grin. "Wiseass," he said.
JJ's expression didn't change. His crystal blue eyes never left Drake's face. "I'm not joking," he said softly. "And, yeah, I'm in my right mind. Go ahead. Ask me anything."
Drake blinked at him, dimly aware that tendrils of fear were unfurling deep in his gut. His partner was a man. A rather pretty man, to be sure, but male in every way. Especially anatomically. Drake suddenly became aware of a hot, hard length of something anatomically male pressing against his thigh. Holy fucking shit. He knew he should jerk away, make a lame joke, kill the moment, get some distance. But when he hesitantly opened his mouth to say something humorous, he gasped in surprise instead. JJ's hand, no longer cold, had found its way to his package. For some strange reason that Drake could not comprehend, his cock was as hard as the stone dicks on those nude Greek statues they had at the Met. But considerably bigger of course. And all by itself, without having waited for permission, it was arching into JJ's hand.
Man, did JJ ever know how to handle a dick. Drake closed his eyes, bargaining silently with himself. Just for a moment, just a couple more strokes, then I'll pull back, I'll get off this bed, I'll explain that I can't...I really can't....
When he opened his eyes a few moments later to steal a wary glance at his partner, he saw that JJ's mouth was twisted in a small but knowing grin. The kid's breath was coming faster but kind of trembly, and when he spoke it was in a breathless, husky voice. A lover's voice.
"Drakey, put your heat inside me." A sure hand steadily milked Drake's extremely appreciative dick. "There's still a big knot of ice inside me. Make me warm inside. Please, just this once..."
Drake stared, caught like an animal in the headlights of an oncoming car. Maybe it was only the late afternoon light, but JJ looked different. There was a strange new intensity about him. Golden light filtered past the grimy windows of the cabin, gilding the finely chiseled line of JJ's cheekbone, gleaming on the curve of his shoulder. Drake suddenly realized that the chance to pull back had come and gone. No retreat was possible now. He had crossed a distinct line, and he knew that to step back over it again would take more strength of will than he would ever possess. He was going to fuck JJ. He was going to take what had been offered, and to hell with tomorrow.
"You sure?" Drake's voice came out unexpectedly low and thick. A wave of goosebumps swept over him at JJ's eager nod. He slid one hand experimentally down JJ's side and then underneath him to grip and knead one of his buttocks. "C'mere, then. Now."
"Yes. Now..." JJ whispered just before their lips met.