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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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2,387
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8
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Morning Cigarette
Title: Morning Cigarette
Date Written: 11/26/05
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,002
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Drake/JJ
Warnings: M/M
Spoilers: Up through Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Drake's POV.
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JJ hates it when I smoke in his apartment, but he lets me. He's such a pushover, really, but I'll probably be on my hands and knees spraying Febreeze under his couch later.
The bedroom window's open slightly, so the smoke from my cigarette drifts outside into the morning city air. I carefully hold the roll steady as the end burns, leaving a roll of ash in its wake. I have to shift slightly to lean over and flick the ashes out of the window, but I don't want to wake up JJ.
He's so peaceful when he sleeps, like an angel; a cliche, I know, but how else can I describe it? His face is so relaxed and calm, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Some strands of his hair are dangling in his face and I want to brush them away.
I can feel my fingers itching to touch his skin--skin I know that will be so incredibly soft--so I flick my cigarette out of the window before rolling over to touch his cheek gently. My fingertips are slightly stained from my years of smoking, and are dark against his paleness. I cup his cheek with my palm and he murmurs, nuzzling into my touch. He's still asleep, but I hear him murmur something that sounds vaguely like my name, and I can't help but lean in and press a kiss against his forehead.
It's rare that we're able to spend a night together when we're not completely worn out from work, not to mention one that's followed by a day off. I plan on keeping him in our bed all day today, worshiping his body, watching him arch and writhe under my hands. Watching the way his face contorts, hearing his voice cry out my name...
When I see him glomping our coworkers at the station, his face split in this huge grin that makes him look like a child, it almost makes me feel like a pedophile.
He wakes up just a little, snuggling in closer to my body, leaning into my touch. Sometimes it scares me how much he can take my breath away--it's part of the reason why I tried to resist this relationship at the beginning. Our jobs are dangerous. If I ever lose him...
The first time he kissed me, I actually felt my heart skip a beat. It was just a simple, rather chaste (for JJ "Tonsil Hockey" Adams) kiss, just his lips pressing against mine, but it took all my self control not to wrap my arms around him and kiss him back.
And it had scared me, to find that I was *attracted* to a man. I have always liked girls--still do. But none of them turn me on as much as my partner.
I think JJ understood that I was unsure about how I felt, too. He certainly pursued me differently from Dee--certainly less glompage, more seduction. I had never known his smiles could turn so damn sexy before, or that he could make a touch linger on my skin for hours. He had waited on me to make the first move, and he had waited until I was ready too--almost a year after her made the first advance.
I finally figured out how I felt for him, it had been even longer to to be intimate with him. I had never expected to have a sexual identiy crisis when I was thirty. I acutally had ended up confiding in Ryo, who had been very supportive of me, God bless him. Dee's a lucky man, and I'm lucky to have him as a friend.
Our first time had been... Amazing. JJ had been so gentle, slowly instructing me through the particulars of gay sex and showing me what he liked while experimenting to see what I liked. He taught by example and had taken me first. His fingers had felt so... strange inside my body. He had leaned up while moving his fingers inside me, slowly stretching me out as he pressed kisses against my shoulder and neck. His fingers had hooked up and brushed against my prostate and he had laughed when I had begged for him to stop torturing me. Then he had pushed into me, so damn deep and Jesus had he felt so good that I came way too soon. JJ had simply chuckled understandingly and held himself still as I shuddered underneath him.
When I had recovered, JJ had allowed me free reign over his body, letting me lick and kiss him all over him before taking him. He had been so tight, tighter than any woman I'd ever had; and he had been so responsive under me, panting and writhing and moaning my name as a pushed into him. His arms and legs had tightened around me, pulling me down for long, drugging kisses as I plundered his willing body. And when he reached his peak--and I, *I* had been the one to bring him there--his body had tightened so sweetly around mine and pulled my own release from my body. Afterward, I had held him tight against me, telling him how much I loved him and fell asleep in his arms.
And now, years later, cradling him close to me, it still feels like waking up after that first time.
Ice blue eyes slid open to look at me, and the gentle smile on that gorgeous face spread. "Hey," came the sleepy greeting, and he pressed a gentle kiss against my lips. I pull him closer to me, slipping my tongue into his mouth to taste him. He tastes so damn good, overriding the taste of fresh tobacco. His arms slide around my neck, pulling me closer as his fingers slide through my hair. "Mmm, good morning," he murmurs as he pulls back for a breath, our lips a hair's breath away.
"Great morning," I correct, running an appreciative hand down to his hips and pulled his lower body against mine, grinning against his lips as our bare morning erections slide against one another. I hear him moan low in his throat as I capture his lips again, rolling over to press him into the mattress.
"You are insatiable," he says as my lips slide down to nibble on his neck. I smile against his skin and bite gently down on his collarbone in agreement.
My lover somehow manages to get me onto my back, straddling my hips as he kisses me. We break from our kiss as he shifts his body downwards, preparing to take me into him. I grab his hips as he holds my erection steady, pressing it against his entrance. He's still wet and dripping and slightly stretched out from our tumble last night as he sinks onto my body. The tight ring of muscles at his entrance squeeze me hard enough to border on too much, and although the cum that's still in his anus aids the penetration, JJ's face still shows the traces of discomfort. I move my hands from his hip to the small of his back just above the crack of his ass, my fingers massaging the muscles to help him relax and adjust. His skin is so soft there, the babyfine hairs on his back tickling the pads of my fingers as I stroke his lower back, occasionally running my hands down to cup his ass and knead the firm flesh there.
After a few long moments of delicious torture he leans over to brace himself on my shoulders, moving ever-so-slightly. He pushes back against my hips, taking me even deeper into his body, and oh God, he feels like Heaven. My hands move to his hips to help him guide him, to hold him steady. I roll my hips up into his, meeting his tenative nudges back and I grin when I feel my cock brushing against his prostate. He makes a small gasping noise and arches away from me, moving his body so I'll nudge him again on that spot and slowly begins a rhythm, sliding himself up and down my cock. The muscles on his thighs flex with every movement, and I run my hands down them, stroking the softness of their insides.
He wants me to touch him, to wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him. I can tell it in his eyes--he's pleading for my touch. MY touch. However, I tease him for a while, my fingertips gently ghosting over the skin around his groin, raking through his pale pubic hairs and denying him touch where he wants it most. He starts to ride me, bouncing up and down on my body as he bends so my dick strikes his prostate. I grin up at him, completely bipassing his erection to rub right under his balls, stimulating his prostate from the outside.
The effect is amazing and instant--JJ begans pounding myself into him, almost jumping up and down on me as he plunges my dick into himself deeper and deeper. His face is all flushed, the blush of arousal sliding down his neck and his chest, coloring his gorgeous pale, sweaty skin. His breathy moans jump up an octive, high pitched little squeaks as he's stimulated from two points; one inside, one out. My hand slides up to caress his balls, and he pleads for me to touch him between gasps.
"Drake.... Please.... Oh God Please!"
I finally give in, wrapping my hand tight around his long-neglected arousal and pumping him hard and fast--the way he likes it. JJ can be quite the masochist when he wants to be; and while he enjoys a nice long fuck, he'd prefer it if I'd tie him up and screw him through the mattress. His cries climb the scales higher and higher until they're bordering on the high-pitched squeals only dogs can hear.
He's so damn close, too, I can feel his body around me spasaming as he approaches orgasm; his cock is expanding slightly in my hand as I stroke him, and I can see his balls high against the base of his penis, warm against my fingers when they brush back against them. And his body's pulling me closer and closer, the warm, wet sleeve of his ass sucking me in, tugging at me--
He screams out loud this time when he comes--a long, keening wail of pleasure as he arches back, thick ropes of white liquid arching up to splatter on my chest. His body contracts tight around me, sucking me in even deeper and I arch up into his body as I reach my peak as well, his body milking my seed from me.
Completely worn out, he crashes into my arms, my softening cock still inside his body. We both ignore the squelching feeling of his semen and our mingled sweat--we're not getting out of bed anytime today, why worry about it when we're just going to get dirtier?
"It's a good thing my neighbors are at work," JJ mutters against my chest, and I rest my chin on top of his head.
"You're just so damn loud," I tease him, grinning at the adorable pout he flashes at me before laughing, leaning in for a kiss.
"Good way to wake up?" he asks, pulling back just enough to talk clearly.
"Fuck yes," I growl at him, leaning in to press my lips against his.
But he pulls back out of range. "Better than cigarettes?" he presses, smiling at me seductively.
"Better than cigarettes," I agree, and JJ laughs aloud, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Good. Now you can give up smoking."
I groan aloud, running my fingers through his blue-silver blonde hair. "Only if I can take sex breaks at work."
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Date Written: 11/26/05
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,002
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Drake/JJ
Warnings: M/M
Spoilers: Up through Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Drake's POV.
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JJ hates it when I smoke in his apartment, but he lets me. He's such a pushover, really, but I'll probably be on my hands and knees spraying Febreeze under his couch later.
The bedroom window's open slightly, so the smoke from my cigarette drifts outside into the morning city air. I carefully hold the roll steady as the end burns, leaving a roll of ash in its wake. I have to shift slightly to lean over and flick the ashes out of the window, but I don't want to wake up JJ.
He's so peaceful when he sleeps, like an angel; a cliche, I know, but how else can I describe it? His face is so relaxed and calm, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Some strands of his hair are dangling in his face and I want to brush them away.
I can feel my fingers itching to touch his skin--skin I know that will be so incredibly soft--so I flick my cigarette out of the window before rolling over to touch his cheek gently. My fingertips are slightly stained from my years of smoking, and are dark against his paleness. I cup his cheek with my palm and he murmurs, nuzzling into my touch. He's still asleep, but I hear him murmur something that sounds vaguely like my name, and I can't help but lean in and press a kiss against his forehead.
It's rare that we're able to spend a night together when we're not completely worn out from work, not to mention one that's followed by a day off. I plan on keeping him in our bed all day today, worshiping his body, watching him arch and writhe under my hands. Watching the way his face contorts, hearing his voice cry out my name...
When I see him glomping our coworkers at the station, his face split in this huge grin that makes him look like a child, it almost makes me feel like a pedophile.
He wakes up just a little, snuggling in closer to my body, leaning into my touch. Sometimes it scares me how much he can take my breath away--it's part of the reason why I tried to resist this relationship at the beginning. Our jobs are dangerous. If I ever lose him...
The first time he kissed me, I actually felt my heart skip a beat. It was just a simple, rather chaste (for JJ "Tonsil Hockey" Adams) kiss, just his lips pressing against mine, but it took all my self control not to wrap my arms around him and kiss him back.
And it had scared me, to find that I was *attracted* to a man. I have always liked girls--still do. But none of them turn me on as much as my partner.
I think JJ understood that I was unsure about how I felt, too. He certainly pursued me differently from Dee--certainly less glompage, more seduction. I had never known his smiles could turn so damn sexy before, or that he could make a touch linger on my skin for hours. He had waited on me to make the first move, and he had waited until I was ready too--almost a year after her made the first advance.
I finally figured out how I felt for him, it had been even longer to to be intimate with him. I had never expected to have a sexual identiy crisis when I was thirty. I acutally had ended up confiding in Ryo, who had been very supportive of me, God bless him. Dee's a lucky man, and I'm lucky to have him as a friend.
Our first time had been... Amazing. JJ had been so gentle, slowly instructing me through the particulars of gay sex and showing me what he liked while experimenting to see what I liked. He taught by example and had taken me first. His fingers had felt so... strange inside my body. He had leaned up while moving his fingers inside me, slowly stretching me out as he pressed kisses against my shoulder and neck. His fingers had hooked up and brushed against my prostate and he had laughed when I had begged for him to stop torturing me. Then he had pushed into me, so damn deep and Jesus had he felt so good that I came way too soon. JJ had simply chuckled understandingly and held himself still as I shuddered underneath him.
When I had recovered, JJ had allowed me free reign over his body, letting me lick and kiss him all over him before taking him. He had been so tight, tighter than any woman I'd ever had; and he had been so responsive under me, panting and writhing and moaning my name as a pushed into him. His arms and legs had tightened around me, pulling me down for long, drugging kisses as I plundered his willing body. And when he reached his peak--and I, *I* had been the one to bring him there--his body had tightened so sweetly around mine and pulled my own release from my body. Afterward, I had held him tight against me, telling him how much I loved him and fell asleep in his arms.
And now, years later, cradling him close to me, it still feels like waking up after that first time.
Ice blue eyes slid open to look at me, and the gentle smile on that gorgeous face spread. "Hey," came the sleepy greeting, and he pressed a gentle kiss against my lips. I pull him closer to me, slipping my tongue into his mouth to taste him. He tastes so damn good, overriding the taste of fresh tobacco. His arms slide around my neck, pulling me closer as his fingers slide through my hair. "Mmm, good morning," he murmurs as he pulls back for a breath, our lips a hair's breath away.
"Great morning," I correct, running an appreciative hand down to his hips and pulled his lower body against mine, grinning against his lips as our bare morning erections slide against one another. I hear him moan low in his throat as I capture his lips again, rolling over to press him into the mattress.
"You are insatiable," he says as my lips slide down to nibble on his neck. I smile against his skin and bite gently down on his collarbone in agreement.
My lover somehow manages to get me onto my back, straddling my hips as he kisses me. We break from our kiss as he shifts his body downwards, preparing to take me into him. I grab his hips as he holds my erection steady, pressing it against his entrance. He's still wet and dripping and slightly stretched out from our tumble last night as he sinks onto my body. The tight ring of muscles at his entrance squeeze me hard enough to border on too much, and although the cum that's still in his anus aids the penetration, JJ's face still shows the traces of discomfort. I move my hands from his hip to the small of his back just above the crack of his ass, my fingers massaging the muscles to help him relax and adjust. His skin is so soft there, the babyfine hairs on his back tickling the pads of my fingers as I stroke his lower back, occasionally running my hands down to cup his ass and knead the firm flesh there.
After a few long moments of delicious torture he leans over to brace himself on my shoulders, moving ever-so-slightly. He pushes back against my hips, taking me even deeper into his body, and oh God, he feels like Heaven. My hands move to his hips to help him guide him, to hold him steady. I roll my hips up into his, meeting his tenative nudges back and I grin when I feel my cock brushing against his prostate. He makes a small gasping noise and arches away from me, moving his body so I'll nudge him again on that spot and slowly begins a rhythm, sliding himself up and down my cock. The muscles on his thighs flex with every movement, and I run my hands down them, stroking the softness of their insides.
He wants me to touch him, to wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him. I can tell it in his eyes--he's pleading for my touch. MY touch. However, I tease him for a while, my fingertips gently ghosting over the skin around his groin, raking through his pale pubic hairs and denying him touch where he wants it most. He starts to ride me, bouncing up and down on my body as he bends so my dick strikes his prostate. I grin up at him, completely bipassing his erection to rub right under his balls, stimulating his prostate from the outside.
The effect is amazing and instant--JJ begans pounding myself into him, almost jumping up and down on me as he plunges my dick into himself deeper and deeper. His face is all flushed, the blush of arousal sliding down his neck and his chest, coloring his gorgeous pale, sweaty skin. His breathy moans jump up an octive, high pitched little squeaks as he's stimulated from two points; one inside, one out. My hand slides up to caress his balls, and he pleads for me to touch him between gasps.
"Drake.... Please.... Oh God Please!"
I finally give in, wrapping my hand tight around his long-neglected arousal and pumping him hard and fast--the way he likes it. JJ can be quite the masochist when he wants to be; and while he enjoys a nice long fuck, he'd prefer it if I'd tie him up and screw him through the mattress. His cries climb the scales higher and higher until they're bordering on the high-pitched squeals only dogs can hear.
He's so damn close, too, I can feel his body around me spasaming as he approaches orgasm; his cock is expanding slightly in my hand as I stroke him, and I can see his balls high against the base of his penis, warm against my fingers when they brush back against them. And his body's pulling me closer and closer, the warm, wet sleeve of his ass sucking me in, tugging at me--
He screams out loud this time when he comes--a long, keening wail of pleasure as he arches back, thick ropes of white liquid arching up to splatter on my chest. His body contracts tight around me, sucking me in even deeper and I arch up into his body as I reach my peak as well, his body milking my seed from me.
Completely worn out, he crashes into my arms, my softening cock still inside his body. We both ignore the squelching feeling of his semen and our mingled sweat--we're not getting out of bed anytime today, why worry about it when we're just going to get dirtier?
"It's a good thing my neighbors are at work," JJ mutters against my chest, and I rest my chin on top of his head.
"You're just so damn loud," I tease him, grinning at the adorable pout he flashes at me before laughing, leaning in for a kiss.
"Good way to wake up?" he asks, pulling back just enough to talk clearly.
"Fuck yes," I growl at him, leaning in to press my lips against his.
But he pulls back out of range. "Better than cigarettes?" he presses, smiling at me seductively.
"Better than cigarettes," I agree, and JJ laughs aloud, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Good. Now you can give up smoking."
I groan aloud, running my fingers through his blue-silver blonde hair. "Only if I can take sex breaks at work."
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