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THAT LEMON FIC, ARE YOU ALL HAPPY NOW XDXD
Alright.
It's a bit spare. It's probably really amateurish. POV jumps between JJ and Drake a lot. The beginning is really awkward.
BUT BY GOD I HAVE WRITTEN MANSEX.
Massive, massive outpouring of sparkly hugs and love goes to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kupoke for his ever-so-helpful and highly informative coaching as I worked my way through the actual sex part. <3 <3 And also, mad props to nekokoban for her tip, which really DID help in writing the sex. <3 <3
And this is mostly forskinship, so. Hope you like it, luv. XD
"JJ, dammit - nnn - "
Drake fumbled for the doorknob, barely managing to get it open in time for he and JJ to stumble into the bedroom. JJ, for his part, was being massively unhelpful; at the moment he was quite busy undoing the buttons of Drake's shirt and kissing at his neck. Drake swore under his breath, slamming the door shut.
"Fuck it, JJ, bed!"
In hindsight, Drake could probably have chosen a better word. He grumbled good-naturedly and did his best to ignore JJ's laughter, managing at last to make it to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he grabbed JJ's shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him hungrily. JJ moaned softly into the kiss, sliding Drake's shirt off his shoulders and tugging insistently at the fabric. Drake groaned, and reluctantly let go of JJ. The shirt was removed, and a moment later, so was JJ.
"...JJ, what the hell are you doing?"
"Just give me a second," JJ said sweetly. He was folding Drake's shirt.
Drake knew JJ could be a neat freak at times, but he certainly wasn't that compulsive. This was blatant provocation.
"Get over here," Drake said, standing up and grabbing JJ by the sleeve (why was he still wearing that damn shirt?). JJ stood entirely unmoved, placing the folded shirt on the chair next to Drake's bed and smiling innocently. Drake growled and dragged his now unresisting lover to him for a kiss.
JJ reached up and ran his hands over Drake's shoulders, taking care to arch his hips away from his partner's. Drake forced himself not to react overmuch to the teasing, letting his hands trail down JJ's sides. JJ, ever alert, ran his own hands down Drake's arms and caught his wrists, directing them up to his shirt collar.
"After we have sex, I'm going to kill you," Drake muttered as he set about undoing the buttons.
"I'm not sorry," JJ said with a grin, letting his arms fall slack for the shirt to be removed. The instant the last inch of fabric came away from JJ, Drake balled it up and threw it across the room. JJ laughed.
"Now get in bed," Drake said, and JJ cheerfully obliged. Drake wasted no time in pushing him down and attacking his neck with kisses. JJ sighed in pleasure and tilted his head back.
This was not going to be one of their more slow and patient nights. That much was clear. While his lips attended to JJ's collarbone, Drake let his hands drift to the front of JJ's pants and undid the button. He had half expected JJ to bat his hands away, but his partner only groaned a little as Drake opened up the fly. Drake grinned and slipped his hand inside, rubbing JJ's erection through the cloth of his briefs. JJ let out a choked little gasp; his fingers suddenly dug into Drake's skin where they had been lightly trailing around the small of his back.
Smiling in satisfaction, Drake slipped his fingers under JJ's waistband. JJ helpfully arched his hips off the bed, and Drake chuckled as he slid both pants and briefs down and off, freeing JJ's erection. JJ sat up as Drake tossed the clothes aside, kissing him firmly and letting his own hands rest on Drake's thighs. Drake wrapped his arms around JJ in response, kissing him back urgently.
JJ pressed forward, kissing Drake as thoroughly as he could, letting his hands migrate to the crotch of Drake's pants. He did make sure to apply a little gratuitous pressure before he set to work on the button, grinning inwardly at Drake's maddened groan. As the button came free, he bent down to suck at one of his partner's nipples.
That was the intention, anyway - he hadn't been quite aware of how far out he and Drake had already been leaning. Drake, forced to tilt even farther back to compensate for JJ's new position, finally lost his balance and the two went very suddenly over the edge, landing with a heavy thud.
"Dammit, JJ," Drake muttered.
Unable to help himself, JJ burst into giggles. Drake looked at him askance, a smirk pulling unbidden at his own lips.
"Well, screw this anyway," he finally said, pulling himself awkwardly up to a standing position and removing his own pants and underwear before bending down to help the still-giggling JJ up. "There, we're both naked, let's get to it."
JJ nodded with a grin, and crawled back onto the bed, lying on his side and patting the mattress beside him invitingly. "C'mere."
"As if I needed the invitation." The mattress sank slightly under Drake's weight as he climbed in after JJ, bending over him for a kiss.
"Ah, ah, ah," JJ said, pushing at Drake's shoulder. "On your back."
Drake grumped a little bit, but complied. "You just planned this whole night out, didn't you?"
"Mostly," his partner replied with an unrepentant grin. "I didn't plan for the cherries, though."
"I'm never buying those again," Drake warned as JJ started kissing at his neck. "Never, you hear me? I can't ever eat them anymore. I'll never even be able to *look* at them the same way."
"My work here is done," JJ said with a smirk, biting gently at Drake's collarbone. Drake murmured slightly at the attention. JJ lingered over the ridge for some time, nibbling and running his tongue along it, and Drake finally groaned impatiently.
"C'mon, don't drag it out, you've been teasing me all fucking night..."
He half expected a protest or some kind of snappy retort, but JJ just nodded and got off of Drake to open his nightstand drawer. Retrieving the lubricant from its depths, he squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers and then replaced the tube, working the gel between his fingers and thumb.
"Aren't you glad I bugged you to buy this?"
"Yeah, yeah - less talk, more sex, please?"
JJ laughed. "Roll over, then."
Drake readily obliged, spreading his legs for good measure. JJ situated himself just behind his partner and started to work on Drake's opening. Drake let out a satisfyingly loud groan as JJ slid his fingers inside.
He ran out of gel before he felt Drake was properly lubed, of course. Grumbling a little to himself, he scooted back over to grab the tube again. As he shuffled back to his prior position, the mark on Drake's right shoulder caught his eye.
JJ smiled to himself, pondering the tattoo as he resumed preparing his quietly moaning partner. The mark depicted a Chinese dragon, snaking over Drake's shoulder blade with claws raised and mouth open in a roar. JJ had been a little surprised when he first saw it, having never figured Drake to be the type for body modification. He hadn't said anything about it, however, and it had soon become so familiar that he hardly gave it a second thought. The graceful, curving lines had become just another feature of his lover. They suited him.
"JJ," Drake said, pulling the sniper back to reality, "I think I'm pretty damn well ready now."
"Think so?" JJ pulled his fingers out and squeezed a little more gel onto them, working it as he put the tube away. Moving quickly, he coated himself with the lube and then straddled Drake's hips, carefully positioning himself. Drake closed his eyes and parted his legs a little bit further in anticipation.
"Hey, Drake?"
"What?" Drake said through gritted teeth. He had heard the grin in JJ's voice, and knew in his gut that this was going to be a last-ditch effort to drive him crazy.
"I don't think I ever asked you about this tattoo--"
It worked.
"Jeremy J. Adams!" Drake nearly shouted. "Will you shut up and get in already?!"
JJ laughed before finally putting an end to his teasing and pushing inside. Drake moaned in satisfaction, tilting his hips up to facilitate JJ's movement as his partner pulled out and sank in again, beginning a slow, pleasurable rhythm. A little too slow for Drake's liking at the moment, but it was definitely something.
Now fully abandoning all teasing, JJ lowered himself down to lay flush against Drake's back, laying kisses on the back of his partner's neck. Drake shuddered delightfully under him, and JJ began to stroke Drake's shoulders with his fingertips as he kissed.
This really wasn't going to be one of their slow nights. The drawn-out teasing had taken its toll on them both. JJ's iron control soon slipped and he quickened his pace, grasping at Drake's arms and sucking at the crook of his neck. Drake, for his part, was pushing his hips demandingly back against JJ, groaning softly and panting. In some part of JJ's mind that wasn't currently being used for having sex, he was a little disappointed that this wouldn't take much longer, and that they were both becoming so frantic so quickly. That much was his own fault, though, so he couldn't complain too much. And it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying it.
It was with Drake, after all.
"JJ...!"
Underneath him, JJ felt a shudder run through Drake's body as he suddenly groaned loudly, relaxing into the mattress. Closing his eyes, JJ pressed his face against his partner's shoulder. His hands slid down Drake's arms to grasp Drake's hands, and with a last few hard thrusts, JJ came too.
It was a few more minutes before JJ pulled out and flopped bonelessly down beside his lover. Drake mumbled something and draped his arm over JJ, pulling him closer. Tucking himself under his partner and nestling his head in the curve of Drake's neck, JJ sighed contentedly.
"Was that worth the wait?"
Drake grumbled a little bit. "...Yeah."
JJ grinned, and reached between them to gently pet at Drake's chest and shoulder. Drake shifted a little bit and kissed the top of JJ's head. JJ's hand came up to rest around the curve of Drake's neck, his thumb stroking at the pulse point.
"I think you gave me a hickey," Drake muttered into JJ's hair.
"Hmm?" JJ let his fingers slide to where his mouth had been on Drake's neck. "Here? Probably, but your shirt should hide that. If you button it up properly, anyway."
Drake snorted and grinned. "You deliberately did that just to make me button my shirt, didn't you? You're such a frigging neat freak, JJ."
"It's not my fault you give me so much to work with," JJ said innocently.
"Shut up," Drake said affectionately, and brought his hand up to rest in JJ's hair. JJ smiled and nuzzled closer.
They were warm and sweaty and comfortably pressed together, and JJ was nearly lulled to sleep by the sound of Drake's heartbeat and steady breathing. Just as he was dozing off, however, something occurred to him and his eyes snapped open again.
"Drake?"
"Mmnnh?" From the sound of it, Drake had been half asleep too.
"I don't think I ever asked you about that tattoo."
Drake was silent for a moment. "You know, you haven't."
"Can I ask now?"
"High school, graduation," Drake murmured. "It was my senior stunt. All the guys from homeroom dared me to get a tattoo once I turned 18, so I did it before graduation. Mostly to shut them up."
"Mm." JJ closed his eyes for a moment. "Out of curiosity, why a dragon?"
"Er." Drake sounded distinctly embarrassed. "It's a joke, actually. On my name, see. 'Drake' comes from an old word meaning 'dragon'. I thought it was cute at the time," he added, a tiny bit defensively.
JJ giggled and kissed at Drake's throat. "It is cute. I like it."
"Good, because it's sure as hell not coming off," Drake said with a chuckle.
"It suits you, I think."
"Mm."
"Hey, you know..."
"Hmm?"
"'Drake' is also the word for a male duck," JJ said playfully. "You should get Donald Duck tattooed on the other shoulder. It'd be cute."
"...Dammit, JJ..."
It's a bit spare. It's probably really amateurish. POV jumps between JJ and Drake a lot. The beginning is really awkward.
BUT BY GOD I HAVE WRITTEN MANSEX.
Massive, massive outpouring of sparkly hugs and love goes to
kupoke for his ever-so-helpful and highly informative coaching as I worked my way through the actual sex part. <3 <3 And also, mad props to nekokoban for her tip, which really DID help in writing the sex. <3 <3And this is mostly for
skinship, so. Hope you like it, luv. XD"JJ, dammit - nnn - "
Drake fumbled for the doorknob, barely managing to get it open in time for he and JJ to stumble into the bedroom. JJ, for his part, was being massively unhelpful; at the moment he was quite busy undoing the buttons of Drake's shirt and kissing at his neck. Drake swore under his breath, slamming the door shut.
"Fuck it, JJ, bed!"
In hindsight, Drake could probably have chosen a better word. He grumbled good-naturedly and did his best to ignore JJ's laughter, managing at last to make it to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he grabbed JJ's shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him hungrily. JJ moaned softly into the kiss, sliding Drake's shirt off his shoulders and tugging insistently at the fabric. Drake groaned, and reluctantly let go of JJ. The shirt was removed, and a moment later, so was JJ.
"...JJ, what the hell are you doing?"
"Just give me a second," JJ said sweetly. He was folding Drake's shirt.
Drake knew JJ could be a neat freak at times, but he certainly wasn't that compulsive. This was blatant provocation.
"Get over here," Drake said, standing up and grabbing JJ by the sleeve (why was he still wearing that damn shirt?). JJ stood entirely unmoved, placing the folded shirt on the chair next to Drake's bed and smiling innocently. Drake growled and dragged his now unresisting lover to him for a kiss.
JJ reached up and ran his hands over Drake's shoulders, taking care to arch his hips away from his partner's. Drake forced himself not to react overmuch to the teasing, letting his hands trail down JJ's sides. JJ, ever alert, ran his own hands down Drake's arms and caught his wrists, directing them up to his shirt collar.
"After we have sex, I'm going to kill you," Drake muttered as he set about undoing the buttons.
"I'm not sorry," JJ said with a grin, letting his arms fall slack for the shirt to be removed. The instant the last inch of fabric came away from JJ, Drake balled it up and threw it across the room. JJ laughed.
"Now get in bed," Drake said, and JJ cheerfully obliged. Drake wasted no time in pushing him down and attacking his neck with kisses. JJ sighed in pleasure and tilted his head back.
This was not going to be one of their more slow and patient nights. That much was clear. While his lips attended to JJ's collarbone, Drake let his hands drift to the front of JJ's pants and undid the button. He had half expected JJ to bat his hands away, but his partner only groaned a little as Drake opened up the fly. Drake grinned and slipped his hand inside, rubbing JJ's erection through the cloth of his briefs. JJ let out a choked little gasp; his fingers suddenly dug into Drake's skin where they had been lightly trailing around the small of his back.
Smiling in satisfaction, Drake slipped his fingers under JJ's waistband. JJ helpfully arched his hips off the bed, and Drake chuckled as he slid both pants and briefs down and off, freeing JJ's erection. JJ sat up as Drake tossed the clothes aside, kissing him firmly and letting his own hands rest on Drake's thighs. Drake wrapped his arms around JJ in response, kissing him back urgently.
JJ pressed forward, kissing Drake as thoroughly as he could, letting his hands migrate to the crotch of Drake's pants. He did make sure to apply a little gratuitous pressure before he set to work on the button, grinning inwardly at Drake's maddened groan. As the button came free, he bent down to suck at one of his partner's nipples.
That was the intention, anyway - he hadn't been quite aware of how far out he and Drake had already been leaning. Drake, forced to tilt even farther back to compensate for JJ's new position, finally lost his balance and the two went very suddenly over the edge, landing with a heavy thud.
"Dammit, JJ," Drake muttered.
Unable to help himself, JJ burst into giggles. Drake looked at him askance, a smirk pulling unbidden at his own lips.
"Well, screw this anyway," he finally said, pulling himself awkwardly up to a standing position and removing his own pants and underwear before bending down to help the still-giggling JJ up. "There, we're both naked, let's get to it."
JJ nodded with a grin, and crawled back onto the bed, lying on his side and patting the mattress beside him invitingly. "C'mere."
"As if I needed the invitation." The mattress sank slightly under Drake's weight as he climbed in after JJ, bending over him for a kiss.
"Ah, ah, ah," JJ said, pushing at Drake's shoulder. "On your back."
Drake grumped a little bit, but complied. "You just planned this whole night out, didn't you?"
"Mostly," his partner replied with an unrepentant grin. "I didn't plan for the cherries, though."
"I'm never buying those again," Drake warned as JJ started kissing at his neck. "Never, you hear me? I can't ever eat them anymore. I'll never even be able to *look* at them the same way."
"My work here is done," JJ said with a smirk, biting gently at Drake's collarbone. Drake murmured slightly at the attention. JJ lingered over the ridge for some time, nibbling and running his tongue along it, and Drake finally groaned impatiently.
"C'mon, don't drag it out, you've been teasing me all fucking night..."
He half expected a protest or some kind of snappy retort, but JJ just nodded and got off of Drake to open his nightstand drawer. Retrieving the lubricant from its depths, he squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers and then replaced the tube, working the gel between his fingers and thumb.
"Aren't you glad I bugged you to buy this?"
"Yeah, yeah - less talk, more sex, please?"
JJ laughed. "Roll over, then."
Drake readily obliged, spreading his legs for good measure. JJ situated himself just behind his partner and started to work on Drake's opening. Drake let out a satisfyingly loud groan as JJ slid his fingers inside.
He ran out of gel before he felt Drake was properly lubed, of course. Grumbling a little to himself, he scooted back over to grab the tube again. As he shuffled back to his prior position, the mark on Drake's right shoulder caught his eye.
JJ smiled to himself, pondering the tattoo as he resumed preparing his quietly moaning partner. The mark depicted a Chinese dragon, snaking over Drake's shoulder blade with claws raised and mouth open in a roar. JJ had been a little surprised when he first saw it, having never figured Drake to be the type for body modification. He hadn't said anything about it, however, and it had soon become so familiar that he hardly gave it a second thought. The graceful, curving lines had become just another feature of his lover. They suited him.
"JJ," Drake said, pulling the sniper back to reality, "I think I'm pretty damn well ready now."
"Think so?" JJ pulled his fingers out and squeezed a little more gel onto them, working it as he put the tube away. Moving quickly, he coated himself with the lube and then straddled Drake's hips, carefully positioning himself. Drake closed his eyes and parted his legs a little bit further in anticipation.
"Hey, Drake?"
"What?" Drake said through gritted teeth. He had heard the grin in JJ's voice, and knew in his gut that this was going to be a last-ditch effort to drive him crazy.
"I don't think I ever asked you about this tattoo--"
It worked.
"Jeremy J. Adams!" Drake nearly shouted. "Will you shut up and get in already?!"
JJ laughed before finally putting an end to his teasing and pushing inside. Drake moaned in satisfaction, tilting his hips up to facilitate JJ's movement as his partner pulled out and sank in again, beginning a slow, pleasurable rhythm. A little too slow for Drake's liking at the moment, but it was definitely something.
Now fully abandoning all teasing, JJ lowered himself down to lay flush against Drake's back, laying kisses on the back of his partner's neck. Drake shuddered delightfully under him, and JJ began to stroke Drake's shoulders with his fingertips as he kissed.
This really wasn't going to be one of their slow nights. The drawn-out teasing had taken its toll on them both. JJ's iron control soon slipped and he quickened his pace, grasping at Drake's arms and sucking at the crook of his neck. Drake, for his part, was pushing his hips demandingly back against JJ, groaning softly and panting. In some part of JJ's mind that wasn't currently being used for having sex, he was a little disappointed that this wouldn't take much longer, and that they were both becoming so frantic so quickly. That much was his own fault, though, so he couldn't complain too much. And it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying it.
It was with Drake, after all.
"JJ...!"
Underneath him, JJ felt a shudder run through Drake's body as he suddenly groaned loudly, relaxing into the mattress. Closing his eyes, JJ pressed his face against his partner's shoulder. His hands slid down Drake's arms to grasp Drake's hands, and with a last few hard thrusts, JJ came too.
It was a few more minutes before JJ pulled out and flopped bonelessly down beside his lover. Drake mumbled something and draped his arm over JJ, pulling him closer. Tucking himself under his partner and nestling his head in the curve of Drake's neck, JJ sighed contentedly.
"Was that worth the wait?"
Drake grumbled a little bit. "...Yeah."
JJ grinned, and reached between them to gently pet at Drake's chest and shoulder. Drake shifted a little bit and kissed the top of JJ's head. JJ's hand came up to rest around the curve of Drake's neck, his thumb stroking at the pulse point.
"I think you gave me a hickey," Drake muttered into JJ's hair.
"Hmm?" JJ let his fingers slide to where his mouth had been on Drake's neck. "Here? Probably, but your shirt should hide that. If you button it up properly, anyway."
Drake snorted and grinned. "You deliberately did that just to make me button my shirt, didn't you? You're such a frigging neat freak, JJ."
"It's not my fault you give me so much to work with," JJ said innocently.
"Shut up," Drake said affectionately, and brought his hand up to rest in JJ's hair. JJ smiled and nuzzled closer.
They were warm and sweaty and comfortably pressed together, and JJ was nearly lulled to sleep by the sound of Drake's heartbeat and steady breathing. Just as he was dozing off, however, something occurred to him and his eyes snapped open again.
"Drake?"
"Mmnnh?" From the sound of it, Drake had been half asleep too.
"I don't think I ever asked you about that tattoo."
Drake was silent for a moment. "You know, you haven't."
"Can I ask now?"
"High school, graduation," Drake murmured. "It was my senior stunt. All the guys from homeroom dared me to get a tattoo once I turned 18, so I did it before graduation. Mostly to shut them up."
"Mm." JJ closed his eyes for a moment. "Out of curiosity, why a dragon?"
"Er." Drake sounded distinctly embarrassed. "It's a joke, actually. On my name, see. 'Drake' comes from an old word meaning 'dragon'. I thought it was cute at the time," he added, a tiny bit defensively.
JJ giggled and kissed at Drake's throat. "It is cute. I like it."
"Good, because it's sure as hell not coming off," Drake said with a chuckle.
"It suits you, I think."
"Mm."
"Hey, you know..."
"Hmm?"
"'Drake' is also the word for a male duck," JJ said playfully. "You should get Donald Duck tattooed on the other shoulder. It'd be cute."
"...Dammit, JJ..."
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YES! YES!!! :D :D
Drake grumped a little bit, but complied. "You just planned this whole night out, didn't you?"
"Mostly," his partner replied with an unrepentant grin. "I didn't plan for the cherries, though."
"I'm never buying those again," Drake warned as JJ started kissing at his neck. "Never, you hear me? I can't ever eat them anymore. I'll never even be able to *look* at them the same way."
I wuv you.
"Jeremy J. Adams!" Drake nearly shouted. "Will you shut up and get in already?!"
I REALLY, REALLY WUV YOU.
"I think you gave me a hickey," Drake muttered into JJ's hair.
"Hmm?" JJ let his fingers slide to where his mouth had been on Drake's neck. "Here? Probably, but your shirt should hide that. If you button it up properly, anyway."
Drake snorted and grinned. "You deliberately did that just to make me button my shirt, didn't you? You're such a frigging neat freak, JJ."
"It's not my fault you give me so much to work with," JJ said innocently.
<3 <3 <3 MARRY ME. <3 <3 <3
Guess who's off to write the final chapter of CG right-effing-now? *fans self with the volume 7 of FAKE*
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(Does that mean you're done with CG 8, or are you skipping ahead? XD)
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...YUM!