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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, hot guys getting each other off. NOT
worksafe!

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

Summary: Drake and JJ, a carnal Batman and Robin!

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

Author's
notes: Butsexy begins.

Thank you to mtemplar, the_ladyfeather, and
shelley6441.

Dedicated to Dax,
who had to wear a Robocop boot over her injured foot.

Part Three: Up
to Bat

It hadn't taken JJ long to strip off most of his costume, as well
as to produce condoms and lube, but while he had been doing that, Drake had not
exactly been idle. He had used those few seconds to divest himself of his mask
and cape. He then lost no time in climbing onto the bed behind JJ's temptingly
upturned cheeks.

He was absolutely mesmerized by his partner's ass. It was
extraordinarily beautiful--small, but with perfectly rounded and very firm,
hairless buttocks. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them. Each one was
about the size of a cantaloupe. Soon, he would grip them, squeeze them and dig
his fingers into their firmness while he rode the puckered little hole between
them.

As Drake was ripping open a condom wrapper and easing the sticky
thing down over his throbbing and swollen member, he was aware that JJ was
pumping his own dick with his hand. Drake felt vaguely guilty in a distant
corner of his mind because he knew he hadn't really paid any attention to his
partner's prick, not since that little bit of soapy stroking he had done in the
shower. Then, after they had come into the bedroom, he had just stood there
passively, on the receiving end of some really great head, and now he was being
offered an orifice to fuck. JJ certainly hadn't made any demands on him so far,
a fact for which he was grateful.

He would touch JJ's dick later, he told himself. He wasn't ready
to pay too much attention to it yet.

Flipping up the spout on the lube, he poured some onto his hand,
and used it to add extra slickness to the already prelubricated condom he was
wearing. When he applied lube to JJ's rear opening, JJ emitted a sort of yelp.
Drake hoped that wasn't a bad sign.

"All right?" he asked as he penetrated JJ with one
finger. Drake was no stranger to the technicalities of anal sex. He knew the
drill. He had to loosen up his partner's hole a little before he would be able
to penetrate it without pain.

"Yeah, great." JJ wiggled his ass. "Only..."

"Only what?" Drake was being very gentle, even though
all he wanted to do was seize JJ by the hips and plunge his newly sensitized
and engorged penis inside him. Even with a condom on, that cock ring was still
making its effects felt. It made him feel both more sensitized, yet more in
control than usual.

"It's just that... Drakey, I don't need the fingers.
See?" He squeezed and then loosened his anal muscles deliberately around
Drake's big finger. "I'm not one of those guys that needs a lot of prep. I
have pretty good muscle control. All I want right now is for you to stick your
big, swollen bat-dick inside me and ride me like the bat-pod bike."

"Fuck, you got it," whispered Drake huskily, yanking
JJ's ass closer to him and holding the head of his dick against that tiny
little hole, wanting in so badly he couldn't stand it.

"But don't go ramming it in like a caveman, 'kay? Go easy on
the first few jabs. You can fuck me harder when I've accommodated to you."

"Yep, gotcha," growled Drake, one hand on JJ's left butt
cheek, the other hand holding his dick in place as he leaned slowly against the
tightly coiled ring of muscle at JJ's entrance. He looked down at the
unbelievably hot sight of his thumb holding JJ's cheek away from his own slowly
invading cock. He watched JJ's pink hairless hole lose its puckered appearance
and become a smooth shiny pink ring that stretched around the flared head of
his penis as it slowly swallowed him up.

"Drake, yes! Fuck me, yes!" JJ's voice was the same
voice he heard every day at work, but tonight it held a different quality, a
sensual note that he had never heard before. That time he had fucked JJ on the
boat, JJ hadn't spoken. He had moaned and wriggled around, but he hadn't said
'Fuck me.' It made Drake's erection even harder to hear those words. JJ was
really into it, not doing it as a huge favor for him, for which retribution or
payment would be extracted at a future time. That had been Cordelia's style. "Yes
you can put it in my ass, but you have to take me to the Hamptons for the
weekend. Maybe I'll let you have it again while we're there. But don't take too
long, okay? It kind of hurts, and don't forget it's way more fun for you than
it is for me."

He was half inside JJ now, and the younger man was urging him to
go faster. "Not that slow, Drakey! Come on, fill me up! I can take the whole thing,
you know. I wanna feel your balls slapping against my ass."

JJ yelled as Drake obeyed him to the letter. "Yessss! Like
that, yeah. Now move, Drakey-pie. Give me a night to remember."

"Don't call me 'Drakey-pie," growled Drake, pulling back
a couple of inches before shoving it in again. That made JJ moan.
"'Drakey' is kind of my limit."

"Aw come on, you big lug. You know you...love it. Oh! Yeah,
do it like that! Oh! Oh!"

Over the next few minutes, JJ fucked back, made a lot of noise,
and addressed him as Drakey, Drakey-pie, Batman and Bruce several times over in
his exhortations to be taken harder and faster. Drake just tuned it all out and
tried not to think about the neighbors, as he held that perfect round ass and
drilled it into the bed. Finally JJ emitted an oddly sexy, high-pitched whimper
and arched his back. Drake gasped as the first of the internal spasms started
milking his dick and he belatedly realized that JJ was coming. The little guy
was pumping his own pecker. Feeling guilty, Drake reached down and covered JJ's
hand with his own, feeling hot wetness pulsing over his fingers. When he felt
his partner was done, he hastily wiped his hand on the sheet and returned it to
JJ's ass, which he was still buried deeply inside. He really wanted to stay in
there until he came.

"Should I pull out?" he whispered hoarsely. Cordelia had
always demanded that he pull out as soon as she had orgasmed. For some reason,
she couldn't stand to have anything in her ass even one second after she had
released her own tension.

JJ giggled, a sensual sound, muffled against the sheets. "No,
silly. It feels so good. Just keep going. You want to come like that, or do you
want me to suck you again?"

"I...I'd like to come like this..." Drake started moving
again, as per JJ's instructions. God, it felt incredible. So hot, that tight
ring of muscle, sucking up and down his shaft like a mouth. JJ was doing it on
purpose, he suddenly realized. He was squeezing and releasing him, and
wriggling about.

"So...fucking...tight," Drake ground out, sliding his
penis in and out, giving JJ longer and longer strokes. "It feels
fantastic."

"Come then, Drakey. You can come with that cock ring on. I didn't
make it too snug, seeing as how this was your first time." He giggled
again. "You were a cock-ring virgin."

"Shh," said Drake, fucking harder. It felt good, really
good and he knew his orgasm was imminent.

Before long, he felt the huge pressure building up in his tightly
bound balls. "Aw fuck," he exclaimed, wondering how on earth it was
going to get out past the black leather cock ring that was constricting the
base of his penis so effectively. It was a very intense feeling, and quickly rose
to a peak that left him gasping with the power of his building, but bottled up
orgasm. A moment later, it was indeed exploding out of his dick. He was
groaning and clinging to JJ as he emptied himself inside the condom. JJ was
lucky not to have had that load really pumped inside him, he thought to
himself. The jets were so strong that JJ probably would have felt them shooting
up against his tonsils from the opposite direction.

He stayed inside JJ for a few minutes after he had finished,
panting and becoming conscious of the sweat that was dripping down his chest
and back. What a fucking workout.

He wasn't aware that he had spoken out loud until he heard JJ's
voice saying, "But an enjoyable one, I hope!"

"Oh, way beyond enjoyable," Drake assured him, still
somewhat out of breath. He was going to have to quit smoking.

"You know, you're going to have to quit smoking," JJ
said, which made Drake laugh.

He eased back slowly out of JJ's very well-stretched little
channel, and busied himself with removing the condom. "Where's the trash can?"

"Right here. But wrap it in a tissue first. I don't want it
to stick to the bottom of the trash can so that I have to chip it off
later."

"Yes. 'Mo--'" Drake was stopped mid-syllable by a hand
pressing hard against his mouth.

"Drakey, if you call me 'Mom' again, I'm going to smack you
upside the head! Just because you're a slob doesn't mean that those who live more organized lives
should be called very unsexy names."

Drake laughed again, shaking his face away from JJ's hand.
"I'm sorry, kiddo," he said. "I was just messing with you. I'm
sure my mom never said anything like that about a condom in the trash. At least
I hope she didn't!"

"I hope my mom didn't, either," said JJ. "Although
I wouldn't put it past her." He got up from the bed and stretched
languidly before shooting Drake a naughty grin. "You should take off that
cock ring by the way and let that extra blood return to your brain where it
belongs," he added. "If you have any trouble getting it off, I have
the number for a hot line you can call..."

"Huh?" Drake stared at him for a moment before realizing
it was a joke. "Bastard." Uneasily, Drake looked down at where his
still heavy but much less swollen cock was still being constrained by the cock
ring. It was quite an alarming purplish shade by now, and he hoped he hadn't
done himself an injury.

"Don't worry," said his mind-reading partner. "That
color is pretty normal. And quite fashionable, might I add!" He laughed in
a way that Drake found both alarming and reassuring.

Drake fumbled for the snap and pulled on it, grunting in surprise
as the tension was abruptly released in his groin area. He could feel his penis
lose its extra sensitivity as it went back to normal, and he had to admit that
it was with a touch of disappointment that he watched it return to its usual
size. He had a pretty respectably-sized dick anyhow, but what guy didn't want
to be bigger?

"See, that wasn't so scary, was it? Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to freshen up a bit." JJ started moving toward the door.

"Okey-dokey," Drake said before he could stop himself.
Saying 'okey-dokey' was a habit he was starting to pick up from JJ. It was
amazing how people who spent a lot of time together started looking or sounding
like each other. For example, JJ's boundless enthusiasm and cheerfulness was
somehow catching, too. He always felt more upbeat around JJ, but not for any
logical reason he could pin his finger on.

He lay back on the bed feeling a familiar ache in his buttocks and
thighs that had not been there earlier in the evening. He sighed happily. Those
were his long-neglected sex muscles calling out a 'thank-you' to him. His whole
body felt better, from head to toe.

A short time later, JJ's voice shook Drake out of the light doze
he had fallen into.

"Here, put this on." Something that felt like a coat
landed across Drake's lower legs.

"Mmph---wha?" Drake turned his face toward the sound of
the voice and opened sleep-befuddled eyes.

"Maybe you should hang up your clothes."

"I should...what...my what? " Drake sat up and picked up
the item of clothing that JJ had tossed on top of him. It was a sort of bathrobe, but he was
flummoxed by the fact that it seemed to be, well, purple. Pale purple, to be exact. Not exactly his
color.

"Your clothes, Drake." JJ stood at the door of the
bedroom wearing an outrageously colorful, embroidered silk robe loosely tied
around his waist. "The ones you're gonna wear tomorrow. They're starting
to look pretty scrunched up in that bag the skanks gave you."

"Oh right. I gotta wash that sucker out first."

"I don't mean your costume, dummy, although you should deal
with that, too. I mean those dad-jeans and that stupid sports jersey you
insisted on wearing to the costume shop last night. I can't believe I'm going
to be seen having breakfast with a guy who looks like a refugee from a mall in
New Jersey."

Drake, who had never been to a mall in New Jersey, looked at JJ
suspiciously. "Come on, it's my lucky hockey shirt," he said. "I
was hoping to get lucky tonight. Damn if it didn't work, huh?" He gave him
a weak grin and swung naked legs over the side of the bed.

"Whatever. You never would have gotten lucky if anyone'd seen
you in those jeans. I swear, if they weren't your only pair of pants right now,
I'd toss them off the balcony and let some poor homeless guy find them."

"But--" Drake had been stretching, but he stopped
abruptly when JJ mentioned throwing his jeans down to the street.

"No, Drake. We're going shopping together on our next day off
and we're buying you some decent pants. Or rather, I'm choosing them and you're
paying for them." JJ eyed him with his hands on his hips. "I mean,
hasn't it ever occurred to you that the reason your love life has been such an
arid desert recently is because of your clothes?"

"No way!" Drake protested. "Come on, people aren't
that shallow."

JJ rolled his eyes and huffed impatiently. "Of course they
are, dumb-head. Where do you think you live, the suburbs of Milwaukee? You live
in one of the fashion capitals of the world! AND you have a nice body that you
ought to be showing off."

Drake, who was actually from Madison, not far from Milwaukee, had
been about to protest, but he got derailed by the words 'nice' and 'body'.
"Really?"

"Yeah. All that hockey and tennis you've been playing to
distract yourself from your single life have really paid off. Now if you could
just quit smoking..."

"Hey, come on, I did cut back some."

"Yeah, you did. But eight cigarettes a day is still a habit
that can kill you. Anyway," JJ waved a dismissive hand. "I don't want
to talk about that now. Why don't we have those cute rum drinks I was talking
about earlier?"

"Booze?" Drake grinned at him. "I'm in! But first I
gotta go smoke on your deck, as usual."

"Oh, all right. Just hurry up. Drinks'll be ready when you
get back. Then we can discuss breakfast places."

After tossing the purple robe aside with a brief shake of his
head, Drake followed JJ into the living room and from there, proceeded to the
foyer, where he had set down his bag of clothes. He quickly dressed in what JJ
called his 'dad'-jeans, although God knew what the hell that meant, as well as
his Flyers jersey. He threw on his coat and stuffed his feet into his boots,
and was just opening the drapes that covered the sliding glass doors when he
heard JJ say his name.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking over at where JJ was
unwrapping a package of small paper drink-umbrellas and smirking at him.

"So, are you still only bi-curious, or do you think you might
be full-blown 'bi' by now?" JJ selected two pale pink umbrellas and gave
Drake a mischievous look.

"There's still a lot of things I'm curious about,"
countered Drake, fishing his lighter out of his pocket.

"Oh, like what?"

"You'll find out when you've gotten some rum into me,"
said Drake with a grin and ducked the ice cube that JJ pitched at him.

"Don't freeze your balls off out there or anything,"
called JJ. "You might need them again later."

"Sounds like you've got expectations."

"One or two." JJ admitted with a flirtatious shrug.

"I guess I should warn you about the way rum affects me, then,"
said Drake, stepping outside and closing the sliding door halfway.

"How come?"

Drake looked at JJ in a way that actually brought a flush to the
younger man's worldly cheeks.

"It's been known to turn me from a once-a-night guy to a
three-times-a-night guy."

He quickly shut the door before JJ could answer, and watched him
through the glass as he smoked. That had been a lie, of course. It wasn't the
rum, he knew that much. It was JJ. He wanted to fuck his co-worker again, all
night if he could. He wanted to explore him, maybe even taste him. He certainly
hadn't felt this eager with any of his ex-girlfriends. Well, not for a hell of
a lot of years, anyway.

He thought about the conversation he had had with JJ earlier in
the men's room at the New York Palace Hotel.

"We're not gonna have a relationship," JJ had said. He
made it clear that he didn't do relationships with straight guys. Or
'bi-curious' guys, either. All he had promised was a night of hot sex, and that
they would still be friends in the morning.

Drake blew smoke out of his lungs and considered whether he was
okay with that. He thought so. He admitted that he had been both disappointed
and relieved when JJ and he had returned from their trip to Canada a few months
back and JJ had immediately resumed his hopeless pursuit of 'Dee-Sempai', not
to mention his usual club activities. Drake knew JJ had several regular lovers,
in addition to new ones that he picked up from time to time. JJ certainly
didn't have to put up with the same sexual dry spells that plagued Drake.
Anyway, JJ had made it clear that he wasn't looking for a relationship. Drake
wasn't sure what that meant, since as far as he was concerned, they already had
a kind of relationship. After all, what was friendship, if not a relationship
of sorts?

However, he couldn't exactly see himself at this point in his life
telling his friends and family that he was suddenly dating a man. That would
bring a whole raft of questions he had no idea how to answer.

If JJ didn't want to have a relationship, it was probably for the
best, he told himself. JJ was a good friend and a damn good cop to be partnered
with, and he enjoyed his company with or without sex. If they could
occasionally get each other off as well, where was the harm in that?

He stubbed out his cigarette in the white porcelain ashtray that
JJ kept on his glass-topped patio table for visiting smokers, just as JJ
appeared behind the glass door and rapped on it.

He held up a cocktail with a pink umbrella in it, and after
pointing to it with a broad gesture, he beckoned to Drake to come inside.

Drake grinned back at him and nodded assent.
"Okey-dokey," he murmured to himself and slid open the door.

~end~

Author's notes: Well, I hope you guys enjoyed that, specifically
you anti-Drake/JJ readers. The next
chapter of A New Day is almost written. Wish me luck. It seems like everyone in
my world, including the cat, is involved in a conspiracy to make sure I get
interrupted every ten minutes!
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