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I know, shame on me for writing FAKE fic before I've had a chance to see the entire series, but I have been fangirling all day and all last night about this. XD;;;
This fic sponsored by Like Like Love, sparkling fangirlism, and a terrible dearth of good fanfic for this couple. ^^
it's canon dammit it is it is
YAY DRAKE X JJ! XDXD JJ needs a nice man like him.
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It was still dark outside as Drake stretched, yawned, and woke up. The lights of the city came in through the bedroom window, leaving a window-pane pattern stretching ghostly across the floor and the bed in washed-out colors.
Drake blinked stupidly at the window, wondering why the sun wasn't up yet, and turned his head to look at the clock on his nightstand. The angular red numbers helpfully informed him that it was 12:56.
Great. Did they have work tomorrow? It was their off day, wasn't it? If he was going to be waking up at fuck o'clock at night, Drake really hoped so.
"JJ?" He said the name quietly, not wanting to wake his partner if he was still asleep. When no reply came, he let his head flop to one side; giving him, as it happened, a good look at the little mop of blue hair that belonged to the younger detective. Jemmy J. Adams, his partner... and, well, apparently lover now.
The calendar insisted it had been months ago when the flirtation started. It hadn't felt like that long to Drake. Then again, he'd spent the last few months not quite sure which way was up, so he had to admit he wasn't the best judge on the matter. Shifting slightly, Drake found that he had fallen asleep with one arm draped over JJ's back, and he brought it up to rest his hand in the younger man's hair. JJ shifted, but did not wake up. Drake felt a smile tug at one corner of his mouth. The kid (well into his twenties now, but so damn bouncy and cheerful that half the office still called him 'kid') had fallen asleep cuddling up to Drake like he was a giant teddy bear.
It really didn't seem like all that long since JJ had first kissed him. Drake was convinced the details of that scene would be etched into his brain until the day he died. He didn't remember most of what he'd been whining about to JJ beforehand - some bellyaching about being dumped by yet another girlfriend - or, for that matter, very much of what had happened afterward. The kiss, however, was stuck in his memory.
What had triggered it...? Oh, yeah - something about having to move on....
Despite the progress the two of them had made, Drake suspected that JJ would never entirely get over his crush on Dee. That had reached obsession status before he'd ever met the kid, and it had been years since Dee and Ryo had officially hooked up; since then they'd been really obvious about it, and it had taken JJ up until a few months ago to accept that fact and move on.
And he had apparently decided it at exactly the same time that Drake had been whining about his latest breakup.
For the longest time - after he had recovered from the first kiss well enough to think straight again - he had suspected, rather unfairly, that JJ might be pursuing him only out of convenience, or desperation. Surely he needed something to distract him from Dee, now that he had accepted that Dee was never, ever, in a million years, going to love him. And who better than Drake Parker, veteran of a thousand breakups, newly single and lonely again?
It was unfair because he knew JJ too damn well to have thought that. They had been partners for years now. JJ wouldn't pull that kind of shit. The kid was too inherently nice, and honest. He wouldn't lead somebody on like that - especially not after he had been through years of the shit that came from desperately loving a man who simply was not interested.
When JJ loved, he loved wholeheartedly. Having finally pried his affections away from Dee, what had happened was only this: He had realized that there was somebody else that, without knowing, he had already begun to hold dear.
He knew this because JJ had told him. In the men's bathroom, of all damnably embarrassing places, JJ had sprung another kiss on him. If he hadn't still been thinking sourly about his partner at that moment, Drake probably would have liked it a lot more - JJ had been standing on tiptoe, arms around his partner's neck, and his kiss had been sweet and playful. But Drake had been short-tempered and suspicious that day - made even worse by the fact that JJ had been flirting with him all damn morning - and had snapped at the kid the second he pulled away.
"Just what the hell kind of shit are you trying to pull?!" he had snarled. The anger wasn't actually directed at JJ, he realized later, more at his own state of confusion, but it had been so easy at the time to pin it on his partner.
JJ had not looked smug, or angry, or amused. He had looked terribly, genuinely hurt. That betrayed, kicked-puppy face had haunted Drake well into the next month.
"I'm not trying to pull anything, senpai," he protested, and his voice sounded small and sad. "You said we should move on. I am."
Drake had still been angry at the moment, and stupid because of it. "Don't play with me, dammit. I'm --" he stopped himself, but then his confusion and anger surged forward again and he said the very bitter, hurtful thing he should not have said: "I'm not going to be a convenience fuck, JJ! If you need somebody to help you get over Dee, fine, but it's not going to be me!"
As he spat out the final words, he had become aware that JJ's expression had grown progressively more injured and horrified. Blinking in the wake of his snit, Drake had realized that there was water in JJ's eyes. Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, JJ had ducked his head quickly and ran away from him and out of the bathroom. There weren't very many stupider things JJ could have done than running, sobbing, through a police precinct; but Drake had to admit there weren't very many stupider things that he himself could have done than accusing his partner so cruelly.
He had finally caught up to JJ in their office. The younger detective was in hysterics under his desk, sobbing so hard that Drake was cringingly sure that every other cop on their floor heard him. He had made his way around the desk and crouched in front of his crying partner.
"Uh, JJ..."
He didn't know what to say. It was just as well that he didn't, because JJ would have talked right over it.
"I don't want you to be a convenience fuck!" JJ's face was red and wet from tears. "I wouldn't do that, senpai, you know I wouldn't! I don't play stupid games like that! I - I - senpaaaiii!!" JJ let his head fall to his knees and sobbed quietly.
Drake had felt horrible. He'd seen these histrionics of JJ's before - usually over Dee - but had never seen what the big deal was. Seeing JJ crying over him was a most eye-opening experience.
"JJ." Drake had reached out a hand uneasily and rested it on JJ's shoulder. When his partner didn't try to pull away, he took a deep breath. "Sorry. That was shitty of me. It's just these days I don't know up from down and... JJ, why me?"
JJ took a hiccuping breath and raised his head again to face Drake. "I was blinded by Dee-senpai," he sniffled. "I couldn't see past him - but now I can - realized he wasn't the only one I liked - and you've been under my nose all this time and I never saw you - and senpai, I - really, senpai, I - I --"
Drake had hugged him then - slowly, awkwardly, but JJ started slowly to uncurl and relax and finally wrapped his arms around Drake in return.
They hadn't spoken much about it after that, but Drake had found himself doing unnecessary favors for JJ in order to assuage his guilt. JJ was back to his sprightly and cheerful self by the next day, but Drake hadn't stopped feeling bad for weeks afterwards.
In hindsight, that had been the only real bump in their courtship. All the difficulty after that had been on Drake's part as he worked through his confusion. He remembered a conversation with Dee and Ryo at lunch, one day when JJ had been off sick and the conversation had turned to him. Somehow, Drake had ended up ranting to Dee and Ryo about how JJ was flirting and coming on to him and he was so damn confused and didn't know what to do and the damndest thing was that it really wasn't so bad, and he'd been so sure he was straight and --
Ryo had gotten one of those warm, knowing smiles on his face and looked at Dee. Dee had grinned like an idiot, and looked at Ryo.
"Sound familiar?" Dee had asked.
"A little bit," Ryo had answered.
They had immediately proceeded to be incredibly unhelpful, making cryptic references and sharing knowing looks and grinning at him. Drake had been rather unsettled by the time lunch break was over.
He'd ended up going to JJ's place that night.
Drake was suddenly called back to the present by the shifting of JJ's bare skin against his own, and a happy sigh. In his sleep, JJ had just snuggled a little closer.
Smiling again, Drake carefully shifted over onto his side, facing JJ. The movement disturbed his partner, and his eyes opened blearily.
"Drake...?" he mumbled.
"Go back to sleep," Drake said softly, and JJ immediately obliged. Wrapping both arms around the younger man, Drake pulled him a bit closer.
So it all seemed to have worked out. Somewhere along the line, it had occurred to Drake that, just maybe, dating his partner wouldn't be so bad. It had worked out for Ryo and Dee, anyway, and he liked JJ well enough, and he had to admit the flirting and kisses really weren't too bad... One day he had surprised JJ with a good-morning kiss, and the last traces of his resistance had vanished at the sight of the kid's joyous hallelujah smile.
Today, after work, JJ had come home with him.
And here they were now, lying in Drake's bed after midnight, only a few hours after...
.....well, after they'd made love.
If he knew JJ at all, that was probably like stamping your relationship with the words "ABSOLUTELY PERMANENT".
Just before he fell asleep again, Drake decided he could live with that.
[edit: 12:46 AM Nov 17: ....am deathly afraid that I have gotten them out of character. >_>]
This fic sponsored by Like Like Love, sparkling fangirlism, and a terrible dearth of good fanfic for this couple. ^^
it's canon dammit it is it is
YAY DRAKE X JJ! XDXD JJ needs a nice man like him.
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It was still dark outside as Drake stretched, yawned, and woke up. The lights of the city came in through the bedroom window, leaving a window-pane pattern stretching ghostly across the floor and the bed in washed-out colors.
Drake blinked stupidly at the window, wondering why the sun wasn't up yet, and turned his head to look at the clock on his nightstand. The angular red numbers helpfully informed him that it was 12:56.
Great. Did they have work tomorrow? It was their off day, wasn't it? If he was going to be waking up at fuck o'clock at night, Drake really hoped so.
"JJ?" He said the name quietly, not wanting to wake his partner if he was still asleep. When no reply came, he let his head flop to one side; giving him, as it happened, a good look at the little mop of blue hair that belonged to the younger detective. Jemmy J. Adams, his partner... and, well, apparently lover now.
The calendar insisted it had been months ago when the flirtation started. It hadn't felt like that long to Drake. Then again, he'd spent the last few months not quite sure which way was up, so he had to admit he wasn't the best judge on the matter. Shifting slightly, Drake found that he had fallen asleep with one arm draped over JJ's back, and he brought it up to rest his hand in the younger man's hair. JJ shifted, but did not wake up. Drake felt a smile tug at one corner of his mouth. The kid (well into his twenties now, but so damn bouncy and cheerful that half the office still called him 'kid') had fallen asleep cuddling up to Drake like he was a giant teddy bear.
It really didn't seem like all that long since JJ had first kissed him. Drake was convinced the details of that scene would be etched into his brain until the day he died. He didn't remember most of what he'd been whining about to JJ beforehand - some bellyaching about being dumped by yet another girlfriend - or, for that matter, very much of what had happened afterward. The kiss, however, was stuck in his memory.
What had triggered it...? Oh, yeah - something about having to move on....
Despite the progress the two of them had made, Drake suspected that JJ would never entirely get over his crush on Dee. That had reached obsession status before he'd ever met the kid, and it had been years since Dee and Ryo had officially hooked up; since then they'd been really obvious about it, and it had taken JJ up until a few months ago to accept that fact and move on.
And he had apparently decided it at exactly the same time that Drake had been whining about his latest breakup.
For the longest time - after he had recovered from the first kiss well enough to think straight again - he had suspected, rather unfairly, that JJ might be pursuing him only out of convenience, or desperation. Surely he needed something to distract him from Dee, now that he had accepted that Dee was never, ever, in a million years, going to love him. And who better than Drake Parker, veteran of a thousand breakups, newly single and lonely again?
It was unfair because he knew JJ too damn well to have thought that. They had been partners for years now. JJ wouldn't pull that kind of shit. The kid was too inherently nice, and honest. He wouldn't lead somebody on like that - especially not after he had been through years of the shit that came from desperately loving a man who simply was not interested.
When JJ loved, he loved wholeheartedly. Having finally pried his affections away from Dee, what had happened was only this: He had realized that there was somebody else that, without knowing, he had already begun to hold dear.
He knew this because JJ had told him. In the men's bathroom, of all damnably embarrassing places, JJ had sprung another kiss on him. If he hadn't still been thinking sourly about his partner at that moment, Drake probably would have liked it a lot more - JJ had been standing on tiptoe, arms around his partner's neck, and his kiss had been sweet and playful. But Drake had been short-tempered and suspicious that day - made even worse by the fact that JJ had been flirting with him all damn morning - and had snapped at the kid the second he pulled away.
"Just what the hell kind of shit are you trying to pull?!" he had snarled. The anger wasn't actually directed at JJ, he realized later, more at his own state of confusion, but it had been so easy at the time to pin it on his partner.
JJ had not looked smug, or angry, or amused. He had looked terribly, genuinely hurt. That betrayed, kicked-puppy face had haunted Drake well into the next month.
"I'm not trying to pull anything, senpai," he protested, and his voice sounded small and sad. "You said we should move on. I am."
Drake had still been angry at the moment, and stupid because of it. "Don't play with me, dammit. I'm --" he stopped himself, but then his confusion and anger surged forward again and he said the very bitter, hurtful thing he should not have said: "I'm not going to be a convenience fuck, JJ! If you need somebody to help you get over Dee, fine, but it's not going to be me!"
As he spat out the final words, he had become aware that JJ's expression had grown progressively more injured and horrified. Blinking in the wake of his snit, Drake had realized that there was water in JJ's eyes. Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, JJ had ducked his head quickly and ran away from him and out of the bathroom. There weren't very many stupider things JJ could have done than running, sobbing, through a police precinct; but Drake had to admit there weren't very many stupider things that he himself could have done than accusing his partner so cruelly.
He had finally caught up to JJ in their office. The younger detective was in hysterics under his desk, sobbing so hard that Drake was cringingly sure that every other cop on their floor heard him. He had made his way around the desk and crouched in front of his crying partner.
"Uh, JJ..."
He didn't know what to say. It was just as well that he didn't, because JJ would have talked right over it.
"I don't want you to be a convenience fuck!" JJ's face was red and wet from tears. "I wouldn't do that, senpai, you know I wouldn't! I don't play stupid games like that! I - I - senpaaaiii!!" JJ let his head fall to his knees and sobbed quietly.
Drake had felt horrible. He'd seen these histrionics of JJ's before - usually over Dee - but had never seen what the big deal was. Seeing JJ crying over him was a most eye-opening experience.
"JJ." Drake had reached out a hand uneasily and rested it on JJ's shoulder. When his partner didn't try to pull away, he took a deep breath. "Sorry. That was shitty of me. It's just these days I don't know up from down and... JJ, why me?"
JJ took a hiccuping breath and raised his head again to face Drake. "I was blinded by Dee-senpai," he sniffled. "I couldn't see past him - but now I can - realized he wasn't the only one I liked - and you've been under my nose all this time and I never saw you - and senpai, I - really, senpai, I - I --"
Drake had hugged him then - slowly, awkwardly, but JJ started slowly to uncurl and relax and finally wrapped his arms around Drake in return.
They hadn't spoken much about it after that, but Drake had found himself doing unnecessary favors for JJ in order to assuage his guilt. JJ was back to his sprightly and cheerful self by the next day, but Drake hadn't stopped feeling bad for weeks afterwards.
In hindsight, that had been the only real bump in their courtship. All the difficulty after that had been on Drake's part as he worked through his confusion. He remembered a conversation with Dee and Ryo at lunch, one day when JJ had been off sick and the conversation had turned to him. Somehow, Drake had ended up ranting to Dee and Ryo about how JJ was flirting and coming on to him and he was so damn confused and didn't know what to do and the damndest thing was that it really wasn't so bad, and he'd been so sure he was straight and --
Ryo had gotten one of those warm, knowing smiles on his face and looked at Dee. Dee had grinned like an idiot, and looked at Ryo.
"Sound familiar?" Dee had asked.
"A little bit," Ryo had answered.
They had immediately proceeded to be incredibly unhelpful, making cryptic references and sharing knowing looks and grinning at him. Drake had been rather unsettled by the time lunch break was over.
He'd ended up going to JJ's place that night.
Drake was suddenly called back to the present by the shifting of JJ's bare skin against his own, and a happy sigh. In his sleep, JJ had just snuggled a little closer.
Smiling again, Drake carefully shifted over onto his side, facing JJ. The movement disturbed his partner, and his eyes opened blearily.
"Drake...?" he mumbled.
"Go back to sleep," Drake said softly, and JJ immediately obliged. Wrapping both arms around the younger man, Drake pulled him a bit closer.
So it all seemed to have worked out. Somewhere along the line, it had occurred to Drake that, just maybe, dating his partner wouldn't be so bad. It had worked out for Ryo and Dee, anyway, and he liked JJ well enough, and he had to admit the flirting and kisses really weren't too bad... One day he had surprised JJ with a good-morning kiss, and the last traces of his resistance had vanished at the sight of the kid's joyous hallelujah smile.
Today, after work, JJ had come home with him.
And here they were now, lying in Drake's bed after midnight, only a few hours after...
.....well, after they'd made love.
If he knew JJ at all, that was probably like stamping your relationship with the words "ABSOLUTELY PERMANENT".
Just before he fell asleep again, Drake decided he could live with that.
[edit: 12:46 AM Nov 17: ....am deathly afraid that I have gotten them out of character. >_>]
How do you DO that?
I absolutely love your writing. And I adore your Drake; he's perfectly in character. I also like your ideas of JJ.
YOU TEH MAN. Loves on you.
Re: How do you DO that?
Noooo! Common Ground! ::dives to save it:: And, you mean you have more? I must see! I crave Drake x JJ!
Re: How do you DO that?
*considers* Hmm... since I have four pages of story notes, maybe not. I wouldn't want to have designed A REAL PLOT OMG for no reason except the necessity of fire wood. ;P
Am still jealous, though. You rock.