by Brit Columbia
Rating: Chapter 4 is NOT work-safe! Sex between two men.
Timing: Set in August of Dee and Ryo's second year together, but the story is not about them.
Spoilers: Volume 7 of Sanami Matoh's Fake series
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 struggles to overcome his sqeamishness over JJ's male parts.
Author's notes: This story was written for shelley6441
"Like this?"Drake asked, reaching out and putting his hand over JJ's where it covered his shaft.
"Ooh, Drakey, you bold thing, you. Are you going to freak out if I move my hand away?"
"Move your hand, JJ," Drake said, thinking I can do this. I will do this.
End of recap.
"Okay-y-y..." JJ slowly slid his hand out from under his partner's big paw, leaving Drake's rough-skinned fingers loosely wrapped around his cock.
Drake felt his whole being freeze up for a moment, and he knew that JJ sensed it. Worried that JJ's feelings would be hurt, he quickly said, "Just give me a minute, okay?" He closed his eyes because right at that moment he didn't want to be looking at either JJ's face or his cock. For different reasons.
A few seconds went by during which he took a deep breath and steeled himself to start moving his hand up and down a little. He had to admit that JJ's shaft felt much like his own, although a little shorter in length, and definitely more slender. Also, it seemed like it was the wrong way round. When he stroked his own shaft, his fingers were on the underside. Now that he was stroking another man's, a man who was facing him (oh, Jesus...), it was his thumb that was on the underside. He could feel the vertical ridge that ran crookedly up the center of JJ's dick. It was... it was all somehow familiar, but not in a way that he could readily explain.
Experimentally, he moved his hand up the length of it and stroked his thumb over the sensitive area just under the head. JJ emitted a soft little gasp in response. Drake wasn't sure exactly how he should feel about that, but his instincts told him it was probably a good thing. For the short term, anyhow.
Drake moved his hand down and then back up several times in a slow and cautious jacking motion as he gradually got used to the sensation of touching another man's cock. He was finding it helpful to recall highlights of the Rangers' short string of games against the Caps back when the playoffs had been on in the spring. Stick-handling. That's what he was doing. Sex was a sport, like any other. It was all about scoring, supporting your team, and not getting penalties or injuries. But scoring was the number one goal.
"Drakey, what are you smiling about?"
"Huh? I wasn't smiling."
"Yes, you were. Tell me."
"Look, JJ, do you want to have a heart-to-heart, or do you want to fuck?" Drake opened his eyes and looked directly at JJ's face, nowhere else. He wasn't ready to look down at what his hand was doing.
"I want to fuck, of course! But maybe we could have a serious conversation later."
"Okay, whatever you want," agreed Drake, thinking, yeah, sure, like hell. 'Serious' conversations with lovers were one of the many banes of his life. But he was very good at avoiding them. He knew that he and JJ wouldn't really have to have a heart-to-heart if he distracted his younger partner with a question about the pros and cons of paint vs. wallpaper, or if he asked for advice about which shoes to buy for fall. Drake had been friends with JJ for long enough now that he was able to use his partner's favorite subjects to his own advantage once in a while.
"Drake, um, touch my balls now, okay?" JJ's request made Drake's sense of advantage dissipate abruptly. He hesitated and then slid his hand down to where JJ's sac waited for him. It was hot and the twin globes inside felt just as mobile and spongy as his own.
"Harder, Drakey. I can barely feel it."
"JJ! Gimme a break here. I don't do this every day."
"Well, they're not made of tissue paper, you know. You've got balls. You ought to know how to handle them."
"How's this?" Drake squeezed a little harder and worked his thumb over the contents of JJ's sac. Focus, he told himself. This was all about moving the game along and not getting stuck in the penalty box.
"Lovely!" JJ moaned delightedly. "You do that like a pro."
Drake's hand faltered briefly in its movements, but he recovered quickly. He wondered how long he was going to have to do this before JJ let him fuck him. Maybe he could speed things along by bringing his other hand into it. His left hand slid up from JJ's thigh to his shaft, and he stroked it slowly, if a little awkwardly. Now he had both hands full of JJ's tackle. Jesus Christ, this was a first.
"Wow, Drakey, aren't you brave. How are you doing down there? Are you freaking out?"
Drake looked up at him stoically. "Do I look like I'm freaking out?" He felt a little strange, yes, but it would take more than something like this to freak him out. He was a cop, for God's sake, and the eldest of three brothers. He didn't freak out easily.
JJ gave him an assessing look. "No," he said after a moment, sounding surprised and somewhat relieved. "That's good. So... so, it's not grossing you out then?"
"JJ," said Drake, making an effort to inject a note of great patience into his voice, "it's clearly not grossing me out. Can you please stop analyzing me?"
"I was not analyzing you. I was just checking that... that... well, that you were okay with... well, this." JJ gestured to his genitals and looked away. Drake thought he sounded slightly less confident than usual. JJ had only ever been bossy and demanding when they were in bed in the past, so this made for a change. Drake put it down to the events of JJ's stressful afternoon and the fact that everyone had laughed at him when he had miscalculated and landed smack in the middle of the birthday cake.
"Come down here for a sec," Drake said, opening his arms.
"Why?" asked JJ suspiciously.
"Because I need a hug," said Drake, who didn't at all need a hug, but he believed that if he put it like that, JJ couldn't refuse him.
"Oh! Well, of course!" JJ suddenly smiled, and lowered himself so that he was lying on top of Drake.
Drake put his arms around JJ's slender back and stroked the younger man's soft, smooth skin. There was no hair anywhere on JJ's torso or back, in marked contrast to Drake's body. He liked that.
"Oooh, that feels good." JJ's voice was muffled against his shoulder. "You're just like a big, cuddly teddy-bear, aren't you?"
Drake didn't respond. He supposed that this was JJ's way of saying he needed to lose a few pounds, but he didn't care. He would do whatever it took to get his puck in the net, and right now, he sensed that that it might have something to do with extra TLC and patience. He concentrated on not sliding his hands down to JJ's ass just yet, even though he really, really wanted to.
"JJ, you have ... great skin, you know that?"
"Really?" JJ wriggled against him slightly, sounding pleased.
Drake congratulated himself on saying the right thing. He didn't always manage to say the right thing. "Yeah, really," he whispered, and kissed the side of his partner's neck. "Like velvet..." He moved his left hand searchingly up JJ's spine before sliding it over to squeeze his shoulder. His stealthy right hand moved another inch or two closer to JJ's buttocks. He knew how great JJ's cheeks felt, all firm and round and-- and perfect. In that moment, he had a revelation of sorts. He realized that JJ had the most perfect ass he had ever had his hands on. It hit him almost like a physical shock. A high proportion of the girls he had gone out with had had nice asses. Some of their faces left a lot to be desired, but Drake realized now that there may have been a reason for that. But not one of the women in his entire romantic history was as good-looking as JJ, both upstairs and downstairs. Jesus.
He was suddenly seized with a desire to look at JJ's face. Accordingly, he gripped the younger man's shoulders and pushed him up a little so that they could make eye contact.
"Uhh, Drake?" JJ looked down at him uncertainly, but Drake didn't answer. He was too busy taking in the details of his partner's handsome features. JJ had a youthful, heart-shaped face, but in a subtly masculine, triangular kind of way. He didn't at all look like a girl, but he didn't really look conventionally male, either. He seemed younger than his 29 years, and likely always would. His hair was its natural white blond today (not lavender or blue, thank God), and his eyes were huge and startlingly blue. Crystal blue. JJ also had the longest, thickest, blackest eyelashes Drake had ever seen, but he had learned a few months ago that JJ's natural lash color was blond, like his hair, and that he regularly had them dyed.
"What?" asked JJ uncertainly, his gaze jumping back and forth from one of Drake's eyes to the other.
"JJ, you're..." Drake hesitated, knowing he was about to say something sappy and wondering if he should just shut up right now.
"I'm what?" JJ's voice rose on a squeak of anxiety, and Drake felt the younger man's supple body stiffen.
"Whoa, whoa, relax, little buddy." Drake brought a hand up to JJ's jaw and caressed the side of his face, tracing a line down one chiseled cheekbone. "I was just gonna say that you're... well, you're real easy on the eyes." Had he sidestepped sappy there? He hoped so.
The anxious look faded from JJ's eyes, and he tossed his head back in a shout of laughter.
"What the hell is so funny?" growled Drake, frowning, although he wasn't angry. He became aware that both of his hands seemed to be gripping the globes of JJ's ass. Gripping and kneading. He hoped JJ wouldn't make him let go. He could feel his prick getting as hard as iron where it was ardently rubbing against JJ's.
~~end of chapter 4~~