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Batting
For The Other Team

By
Brit Columbia

Pairing:
Drake/ JJ

Fandom:
Fake

Spoilers:
To Volume 7 & and beyond

Rating:
NC-17. Blowjob, anal sex, a toy. Man on man sex between two very
good friends.

Timing:
Set on Halloween night after Diana’s party at the New York
Palace Hotel.

Summary:
Drake and JJ, a Dynamic Duo in the bedroom!

Disclaimer:
These characters belong to Sanami Matoh, not me. I wasn't paid to
write this story.

Author's
notes: This is
part two of three. There's one more chapter after this one. There are
additional author's notes at the end.

Thank
you to mtemplar,
the_ladyfeather, and shelley6441.

Dedicated
to Daxemon, who is limping around on crutches, but is hopefully
starting to feel a little better...

Part
Two: Blowing Batman

"Um,
yes!" said Drake firmly, in response to JJ’s request that
he wash him. He actually thought that was a good idea. JJ's body was
attractive to him, yet foreign. He had never explored a man's body
before, and in fact, had never really been conscious of wanting to.
Until now. He wanted to fuck this particular body, he knew that much.
And before he fucked it, he wanted to feel
it, the firm parts, the soft parts, all of it. Yes, even the dick
part. As long as he could feel it on his own terms. "Would you
prefer gel or soap?"

"Might
as well use the soap," JJ said pushing his wet hair off his
forehead and flashing Drake a brilliant smile. "You already
smell like bananas so I'll smell like pineapple. Let's be a fruit
salad!" He laughed at his own wit.

"Let's
be a tropical drink instead," said Drake, who hadn't found being
referred to as a 'fruit' the least bit funny, but also couldn't help
grinning at his partner's exuberant silliness. "I don't suppose
you've got any rum?"

"I
do! Mix, too." JJ closed his eyes and basked under the hot
stream of water. He could hear the squelching sound of the bar of
soap turning over and over in Drake's hands as he worked up a lather.
He almost moaned when he felt Drake's hand on his neck and shoulder.
The scent of pineapple rose to his nostrils. "I even have those
little umbrellas.... Ohhh Drake, that feels good..."

"No
little umbrellas in my
drink, please," said Drake absently, but only for something to
say. He didn't give a damn whether they had little umbrellas in their
drinks or not. All he could think about was the feel of JJ's warm,
satiny skin under his questing hands. His partner's body was lightly
muscled without being bulky, lean, smooth and delightful to the
touch. Drake had once had a girl with a body like this, a star
gymnast, back in high school when he had hung with the athletic set.
Of course the proportions were different, but only slightly
different. All he knew right now was that JJ's body felt strong,
slippery and sexy. He wanted to feel those slender arms around him,
those lissome legs wrapped around his back while he pumped the tight
hole between JJ's firm round buttocks... He could feel JJ's legendary
energy thrumming just under the surface. The kid was probably a
lively fuck.

It
had been too quick and urgent, that other time on the boat, plus JJ
had been practically in a state of hypothermia. This time, he wanted
to take things a little more slowly, draw them out more. After all,
he didn't know when this might happen again.

"You're
off tomorrow, right?" he asked, stepping close enough to JJ so
that their dicks touched.

"Mm-hm.
And you're on second shift, so we don't--oooh!--have to rush."
JJ's voice was a little breathless. He ground his groin against
Drake's, just to feel his penis rubbing harder. His excitement leapt
when Drake's hand came down between their bodies and caressed both of
their cocks together. Drakey, his nervous straight guy, was actually
touching his dick! Wow! He hadn't expected that to happen quite so
soon. Now Drake's other hand was all over his ass again, squeezing
and kneading. Drake really seemed to like his ass.

Suddenly
his partner was kissing him, tenderly, sweetly, with annoyingly slow,
gentle movements of lips and tongue, and not nearly enough passion,
in JJ's opinion. He broke the kiss to say, "Come on Drake! I'm
not a woman, you know. Give a little! I like it harder than that."

In
response, one of Drake's soapy hands came up and caught hold of the
hair on the back of JJ's head. JJ felt Drake move him into position,
firmly tugging his head back before abruptly lowering his mouth onto
JJ's, which had fallen open in surprise. Now
that's a
kiss, he
thought, as he felt Drake's tongue thrust inside his mouth, where it
quickly wrestled his own into submission. He liked a man to be a
forceful kisser, and Drakey was doing it right. This boded well for
the rest of the evening.

Drake
pulled back and looked down at JJ to see what kind of expression he
had on his face. "You like it like that?"

"Mmmm,
yes. Do it again!" JJ put his arms around Drake's neck and
pressed his wet, soapy body flush against Drake's. He raised his
mouth expectantly and moaned when the other man's lips descended on
his. Drake was holding and kneading the globes of his ass, using his
grip as a lever to rub JJ's groin against his dick, which was
rock-hard and demanding attention. JJ was reminded that he had
offered to suck that dick, and perhaps Drake had the same thought at
the same time because he broke the kiss and looked down expectantly
at him.

"You
wanna move this out of here?"

"Yes,
Drakey. Let's get the soap off. I wanna lick you all over and I don't
wanna get a mouthful of soap." He flicked Drake's hard-on with
his thumb and forefinger and smirked up at his highly aroused
partner.

They
hastily rinsed and then stumbled out of the shower together. JJ
tossed Drake a huge white bath towel and picked up an aqua-colored
one for himself. "Don't forget to dry your feet," he told
Drake. "You're not allowed to leave wet footprints on my
carpet."

"Yes,
'Mom'. Jeez."

"Do
not call
me 'Mom' if you expect to feel my tongue anywhere near your privates
in this lifetime, you ignoramus!"

"Sorry,
JJ. Come here..." Drake pulled him close and kissed him again.
"What now?"

"Follow
me!" JJ set off at a trot in the direction of the bedroom.

For
a moment Drake stared after JJ's narrow-hipped form, feeling
conflicted over the fact that he was about to make it with a guy. Was
this really okay? What would his dad say if he knew about this? Or
his brothers?

"I'm
wa-a-a-aiting!" called JJ from the bedroom, and Drake shook off
his thoughts about his family. So what? They were far away and his
sex life was none of their business anyhow. It wasn't like he was
about to spend the rest of his life with JJ or anything. This was
just some harmless fun between friends, that was all.

He
stepped into the bedroom to find JJ partially clad in a pair of green
satin briefs and his Robin mask and cloak from earlier.

"What
the--?"

"Drake,
sweetie, I want you to help me with an unfulfilled boyhood fantasy."
JJ held out Drake's discarded bat-cape. "Put this on."

"Latex
again? But I just had a shower."

"It's
only the cape, dumbo. Well, okay, it's the mask too. Come on,
pleeeeeeease?"

"You
want me to be Batman again? For how long?"

"Just
a little while. You see I've always wanted to--" JJ moved closer
to him and stood on tiptoes to bite his ear gently-- "blow
Batman. When will I ever get another opportunity like this?"

Drake
reluctantly took the heavy black cape from JJ. Its rubbery smell
brought back unpleasant memories of sweating and being overheated.
"Okay, but I'm not putting up the hood. I don't want my hair to
get gross again."

"That's
fine! The mask and cape are enough for my fantasy." JJ watched
as Drake pulled the cape over his head and settled its shiny black
weight over his shoulders.

Drake
put the mask over his face and fastened the strap behind his head.
Then he threw his shoulders back and widened his stance. "How's
this?"

JJ
clasped his hands together in delight. "Perfect!"

"What
do you want me to do now?"

"Just
be a horny bi-curious Batman, that's all."

"Um,
I never actually saw Batman doing anything like that with a guy in
any of the movies..."

"For
heaven's sake, Drakey, I mean 'Bruce'. Just use your imagination."
JJ sashayed closer to Drake and took two folds of the bat cape in
either hand. "Bruce!" he said. "I missed you. Where
have you been?"

"Oh..."
Drake thought fast. "I was just giving the Batmobile an oil lube
and filter," he said in his best approximation of Batman's deep
voice. "She's all, er, lubed up and ready to go."

JJ
corrected him with an impish smile. "He,
Bruce. The Batmobile is not a 'she'."

"Okay.
He's
all lubed up and ready to go." Drake grinned, feeling like an
idiot, but unable to deny that he was having fun. It was like being a
kid again. He hadn't played 'Batman' since he was about nine years
old. But he had certainly never played Batman like this.

"Bruce,"
whispered JJ, "I wish you'd drive me
the way you drive the Batmobile..." His index finger traced a
little circle in Drake's brown chest hair before starting to tug and
pinch one of his nipples.

"I
plan to, Robin," Drake said, putting his arms around JJ and
pressing a hot kiss against his neck. "In fact, I'm gonna drive
you full throttle all over this bedroom."

"Call
me "Dick', Bruce," JJ whispered.

"Suck
my dick, Dick," growled Drake, too horny to laugh. He pushed on
JJ's shoulders, and the younger man obligingly sank to his knees in
front of him.

Wrapping
an arm around each of Drake's spread thighs, JJ commenced
aggressively licking up the length of Drake's penis in long, wet
strokes. He licked and sucked Drake's balls, too, but more gently,
working them with a confidence born of long familiarity with the male
body.

To
Drake's surprise, JJ sucked in silence and refrained from talking all
the way through it, which had been what Drake thought he was going to
do for sure. It was a damn good blowjob, one of the best he'd ever
had. It put him in mind of something he had once heard Dee drunkenly
leer at Ryo: "You ain't had head 'til you've had it from another
man, dude. We know the hardware a little better than the chicks do."
At the time, Drake had wondered briefly if that was true, then
decided it probably wasn't. He had met women who were good at it and
women who weren't--not that one ever
told a woman she wasn't good at it--and although he didn't have much
experience with men, he thought that the ability to give good head
probably had more to do with enthusiasm and experience than gender.

It
wasn't long before JJ's technique had destroyed Drake's ability to
form coherent thoughts, not merely about what constituted good head,
but about anything at all.

"Mmmm,"
he moaned softly, caressing JJ's hair. "That's good, JJ, so
fucking good..."

"Hoghmimh,"
said JJ emphatically with his mouth full.

"Hmm?"
asked Drake before shivering all over at the sensation of JJ's lips
sliding up to suck the head of his penis.

"I
said 'Robin'." JJ had lifted his mouth from his work, even
though his hands were still busy. "Or 'Dick.' Not JJ, not until
we're no longer in costume."

"Sorry,
Robin." Drake looked down at him anxiously. "Hey, I was
getting really close there. Do you think you could, uh, keep going?"

"Perhaps."
JJ looked up at him through mischievous eyes. "But there's
something I wanna know first, Bruce Wayne." He continued
stroking Drake's erection.

"Uhhh,
what's that?" Drake's body felt taut with desire, which almost,
but not quite distracted him from the little warning bell that had
gone off in his head at JJ's words.

"Are
you a once-a-night guy or a twice-a-night guy?"

"Wha--?
Um, jeez, what kind of question is that?"

"A
very valid question, I think." JJ leaned back in his heels. "If
I blow you across the finish line right now and then you turn out to
be done for the night, I'm kind of screwed, aren't I? Or in this
case, NOT."

"Well,
er, shit. The truth is, I don't actually know for a fact that I'm
gonna get it up a second time..." Drake's voice trailed off, as
some of the life drained out of his penis. Had JJ been talking to his
ex, Megan? That had been one of her chief complaints. It wasn't like
he was ever going to be eighteen again, either.

"Don't
worry, Dra--, I mean, Bruce. I've got just the thing." JJ sprang
to his feet and over to the dresser, his yellow cloak whirling.

He
fiddled about inside a drawer while Drake watched anxiously to see
what he was going to bring to the game. He hoped it wouldn't be
anything too kinky or intimidating. When JJ returned with whatever it
was hidden in the palm of his hand, Drake couldn't help but feel
relieved that it wasn't a huge neon pink dildo. He hadn't been there
the night that Dee had brought a stake-out team to JJ's apartment and
the now-deceased Detective Shaver had inadvertently discovered one of
JJ's sex toys, but the gossip had been all over the station for days.

"Whatcha
got there, buddy?" Drake looked dubiously at JJ's hands.

"It's
a surprise," said JJ dropping to his knees again and giving
Drake a sly grin.

"Dammit,
JJ!" Drake suddenly became aware that there was a small knot of
tension building in his stomach. "Tonight is not a good night
for surprises."

"Hoghmimng,"
said JJ again, Drake's erection once more in his mouth.

"Come
on, quit trying to manipulate me," Drake protested, pushing
half-heartedly at JJ's shoulders. Damn, that hot, mobile mouth of his
felt good. The little so-and-so was getting him hard again.

Just
when he was beginning to think that JJ really was going to let him
come after all, his younger partner abruptly lifted his mouth off his
cock, and hit him with another question.

"Ever
seen one of these before?"

"Huh?"
Drake looked down at where JJ was dangling what appeared to be a very
small, studded black leather bracelet.

"Guess
not." JJ answered his own question because Drake's confused
expression had apparently been answer enough.

"Drake...do
you trust me?" JJ continued idly fondling Drake's member with
one hand.

"Uhh...well..."
Drake stalled for time while he asked himself that same question.
"Um, pretty much," he finally said.

JJ
looked momentarily insulted, but then he got over it. "I guess
that's good enough," he said. "Okay, now listen up. If you
ever trusted me to back up your sorry ass on a bust, or to tell the
Chief you were in the men's room when really you were catching a nap
in the electrical room, then trust me now. This," he thrust his
hand up closer to Drake's face and waved the little black bracelet
practically under his nose, "is a cock ring. It will. Not. Hurt.
You."

"Y-you-you
sure about that?" Drake's expression was one of barely-disguised
terror. "I'm not going to end up in Emergency later getting it
professionally, not to mention humiliatingly, removed?"

"Definitely
not. It's not only adjustable, but it easily snaps open and closed
like this."

JJ
demonstrated several times, and Drake flinched with each snap.

"So,
is it okay if I put it on you?" JJ's voice purred in an overly
innocent tone.

"Umm,
yeah, sure. Go ahead if you think it's necessary," Drake said
resignedly.

"I
do," said JJ firmly. "I want us to enjoy this for as long
as possible."

"Well,
if you put it like that... Whoah!"

"Just
relax, Drakey. I totally know what I'm doing here, 'kay?"

With
no small amount of alarm, Drake felt his balls being tightened
against the root of his dick, and the whole package being squeezed
into a state of unnatural firmness. It wasn't exactly painful though,
so he really had nothing to complain about when JJ asked him, "How's
that?"

"Whooh!
...Well, o-ka-a-ay, I guess..."

"It's
gonna feel more than okay in a minute." JJ was purring again,
but this time there was nothing innocent about it. "This is not
just for my benefit, you know. You're gonna be loving this too before
we get done here tonight." Then his mouth was back on Drake's
cock, and his tongue was doing magical things, and his lips, oh God,
and those fingers...

"JJ!
Don't--oh shit, don't---" Drake wriggled his hips as the
sensations washed over him.

"Hra-vhing!"

"Huh?"

"Robin!"
reminded JJ, popping his mouth off Drake's dick long enough to say
so, before plunging back into a frenzy of wet sucking.

Drake
had to admit that JJ had been right about the cock ring. He fucking
loved it. He was experiencing heightened sensitivity, as well as a
delicious, heavy fullness that he had never experienced before, and
when he looked down at JJ's upturned face and watched his cock
disappearing into it, he had to ask himself whether that big sausage
down there was really his
dick or the dick of his dreams. It was so...so swollen all of a
sudden, so much larger!

"Oh
man, you were right. I like it. Wanna fuck you J--I mean, Dick. Get
on the bed on all fours, but find me some lube first."

"Oooh,
Bruce, you bossy bastard you." JJ sprang onto the bed and yanked
open the drawer of one of his nightstands. He tossed a bottle of Aqua
lube onto the bed, plus a packet of condoms. Then he pulled off his
yellow satin Robin cape and after yanking down his bright green
briefs, he assumed the position Drake had demanded, and looked back
at him expectantly, eyes sparkling behind his mask.

"Fuck
me, Batman," he breathed.

~End
of Part Two~

Author's
notes: Don't kill me, you guys. You can either wait here for Part
Three (it'll be a week) or you can go directly to my LJ, where Drake
is fulfilling JJ's request even as we speak. Together, they're
bringing buttsexy back!
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