by Brit Columbia
Rating: Chapter 2 is Mature. (But NOT work-safe!) Nudity, sex talk, foreplay between two men.
Timing: Set in August of Dee and Ryo's second year together, but the story is not about them.
Disclaimer: Drake, JJ are characters who were created by Sanami Matoh. I received no payment for writing this story and make no claim on FAKE or its characters.
Summary: Drake comforts JJ after his embarrassing experience at work.
Author's notes: This story was written for shelley6441 as a happy birthday fic. Your birthday's been over for a week and three days, but the Drake and JJ hotness are now launched in your honor!
JJ must have been looking through the spyhole on his door because Drake heard his partner wail his name before he even finished knocking. The door shook in its frame as JJ frantically went through the motions of unbolting all his locks before he was able to fling it wide. He was wearing a bright yellow silk pajama set.
"Drake! You wouldn't believe what kind of afternoon I've had! It was terrible! I'm an absolute laughing stock! I'm dying of embarrassment."
"I heard all about it, little buddy. Come here." Drake reached out and enfolded JJ in a brief one-armed embrace. His other hand held a six pack of Michelob and a bag of Classic Lay's potato chips.
JJ squeezed him back tightly and even cried a little. The little guy sure seemed to need a hug. It didn't seem like he was going to let go anytime soon, either.
After about a minute of being squeezed and snuffled on in the doorway, Drake spoke up. "Uh, JJ, are you gonna invite me in, or what?"
"Oh! Sorry Drake. Please come in." JJ wiped at his eyes, and then glanced at the beer and chips. "Is that your dinner?"
"No! I already ate some noodles. These are just snacks for us. I didn't think I should bring you a... cake."
JJ didn't notice Drake's lame attempt at humor. He relocked the door, looking unhappy. "Drake, while it was sweet of you to bring me beer and chips, that's not really what I need to make me feel better."
"Oh? But I thought you liked chips. And you drink beer sometimes."
"Drake, I'm so tense and stressed about what happened today, I can hardly sit still."
"What can I do to help?"
"Come here and I'll tell you." JJ took Drake by the hand and started pulling him into the living room. Drake thought they were going to sit down on the sofa, but he was mistaken. JJ led him straight through the living room and down the hallway to his bedroom. Holy shit. Were they about to...? They hadn't done this since April.
"Um, JJ, what's going on?"
"What do you think is going on, you big lug?"
"I guess, I think, we're about to get it on?"
"Yes we certainly are, unless... there's a reason you don't want to?" JJ hesitated in front of his big bed and looked back at Drake. "Did that woman at the travel shop say yes?"
Drake sighed. "No. It turned out that she was here with a fake green card. She got deported or something the day before I was gonna ask her out."
"Too bad for her, these things happen," JJ said with a distinct lack of sympathy. "At least we now have no female obstacles, right?"
"Um, right. Not this week anyway."
"Good. Because I really need you, Drakey. I'm so-o-o-o tense. Feel!" He pointed peremptorily to his shoulder and Drake obediently reached out to touch him there.
"Hard as a rock, right?"
"I guess so." Drake wasn't sure what JJ's shoulders were supposed to feel like under normal circumstances. On the other hand, he could remember very well what JJ's ass was supposed to feel like. "Are you angling for a massage?"
"Darn right I am. And then I need a good hard fucking. Are you up for that?"
Drake had not exactly come here with sex on his mind, but his dick, which was growing in his pants, seemed to be trying to accept the invitation on his behalf. For a moment he felt just a little bit despondent. What he really wanted was a steady partner. He was a monogamous kind of guy, through and through. Sometimes he even thought he'd like to have JJ as his steady. But then he thought of all the social difficulties such a union would bring, and his mind backed away.
In any case, JJ had made it clear that he and Drake were not going to be more than friends with occasional benefits. Drake was well aware that JJ had several other lovers that he regularly slept with. He didn't like to think about that. Actually, he preferred not to analyze this whole crazy situation too much. He was a straight guy, after all. So what if he occasionally slept with his male co-worker? That didn't necessarily make him gay. There were no other guys he was interested in. He was just making an exception for this one. There was something about this one.
"Sure I'm up for that." Drake hefted his six-pack. "Lemme just put these in the fridge, okay?"
As he headed off down the hall, he heard JJ called after him, "FYI, vodka and soda water with a splash of lime has way fewer calories, you know." Drake pretended not to hear.
When he returned from the kitchen, JJ had lit a couple of candles and removed all his clothes. He was lying face down on the bed with that little bubble butt of his uppermost. Drake allowed his gaze to linger on it for a moment. JJ gazed at him through half-closed eyes and even smirked a little. He seemed to be starting to relax already.
"There's lavender oil for the massage on the dresser." JJ pointed languidly. "And condoms and lube and tissues and stuff, too."
Drake quickly shed his clothes, leaving them in several little heaps on the floor. When JJ realized what he was doing, he scolded Drake and made him pick them up and hang his suit on the back of the door.
"You might have to go into work in those same clothes tomorrow," JJ informed him.
"No, JJ, I'm going back to my place later."
"Aw, come on, please stay? I need you!" JJ paused and then added, "I'll cook you bacon and eggs tomorrow."
"YOU have bacon?"
JJ nodded. "Well, turkey bacon. It's better for you."
Drake shrugged. "Sure. Okay then. For a nice big 'Drake-sized' breakfast, I'll go in to work wearing the same outfit tomorrow."
"Yeah, and everyone will think you got laid," JJ said with a giggle.
Drake grinned back. "Wouldn't hurt my reputation any, now would it?" He picked up the oil and moved to straddle JJ. "Where does it hurt, dude?"
JJ sighed deeply. "Everywhere!"
--end of chapter 2--