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Your Secret's Safe With Me	By : BrittColumbia Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 2257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Your
Secret's Safe With Me

Type
of story: One-shot

Pairing: Drake/JJ

Rating:    I wouldn't call
this worksafe because there's a brief but extremely sexy bit near the
end.

Spoilers:   None. Dee and
Ryo are not mentioned.

Timing: Set in February before the events
of Book 7 take place.

Summary: Drake agrees to pose as JJ's
'boyfriend' at a gay nightclub, but the experience ends up being a little more
than he bargained for.

Disclaimer:   I do not own these
characters. They are the property of Sanami Matoh. I am not making
any money from this.

Author's notes: This is for Shelley6441. I can't put much more
Drake/JJ in what's left of FAKE First Year Together: A New Day, but I can give you a little more
of their developing relationship in this separate story. Remember how
Drake told Ryo in the Chinese restaurant that he'd gone to gay bars with JJ a
couple of times? Well, this is the story of the first time he did
that.

This
story has been up on my Livejournal page (http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/)
for some time now, as well as at fanfiction.net. I finally got around to
posting it here.

Thank
you and a big hug
to Blue
Simplicity, beta
among betas. (I stole your line again. You'll know it when you see it!)

Your
Secret's Safe With Me

From
what he believed to be a relatively safe spot at one end of the bar, Drake took
a pull on his beer and tried to look just the right combination of bored and
forbidding in the hopes that no one would approach him in search of romantic
conversation. Or more. While he had the straight man's horror of
being found attractive by his own sex, he also had the typical conviction of
such men that his body was of extraordinary interest to gays and must be
vigilantly protected. JJ had dismissed his fears with an incredulous
snort, laughingly informing him that his unfortunate choice of outfit would be
all the protection he needed. Drake didn't see that there was anything
THAT bad about his choice of clothes for the evening. After all, was it
possible to go wrong with a T-shirt and black jeans in a nightclub? But upon
arriving at the club he was inwardly shocked by the amount of latex, leather
and low-cut painted on tanks that he saw. There were even a few frills and
feathers. He definitely looked like Joe Straight by comparison. He
couldn't imagine that circumstances even existed that could compel him to ever
dress like most of the patrons of this particular bar. However, he
couldn't feel entirely confident that JJ was right about his clothes being
enough to put would-be rapists off, and he held himself alert. For the
tenth time, he wished he could have a cigarette, but there was a pretty patrol
officer over at the 19^th who was refusing to go out with
him unless he quit smoking. He was trying his hardest to meet that
particular piece of criteria.

           JJ was out on the dance floor
gyrating between two muscular young men who looked enough alike to be brothers
except one was slightly taller and had shorter hair. Drake, with his observant
cop's eyes, had watched them arrive together fifteen minutes before. They had
scanned the dance floor and made a beeline for JJ. Drake hoped his
partner would come back soon. He was bored and edgy and terrified someone
would come and talk to him, yet almost hoping someone would, just to give him
something else to do for a little while, rather than watch JJ.

           Not that JJ's performance on the
dance floor was not a thing of beauty to watch. From a purely aesthetic
point of view of course, as Drake really wasn't into men the way some of his
co-workers were. But JJ was a very physical person and the almost
frenetic energy that characterized his every move, so unsuited to the more
sedate pace of everyday life, found its perfect outlet in dance. The way
he moved, with such abandon, yet in perfect time to the music, all the muscles
of his body coordinating their movements in an effortless expression of grace
and passion, was compelling to watch. Especially for a man like Drake.
He wasn't in any way clumsy or non-athletic -- in fact, he had been one of the
best hockey players his high school had ever produced -- it was just that he
couldn't dance without making a fool of himself. Whatever it was in JJ
that allowed him to feel the rhythm of music with every fiber of his being was
just not present in Drake. His dad was the same way, so it must be
genetic. He had long ago given up trying. But he had always liked
watching other people dance, especially if they were good. And JJ really
was, bar none, the best dancer in this joint.

           The kid beside Drake at the bar
apparently thought so too, for he leaned over and shouted into Drake's ear,
"Your boyfriend sure can dance."

           "He's not--" Drake
started to say, and then realized he shouldn't blow his cover. After all,
he was there posing as JJ's date. That had been the deal in exchange for
lunch every day next week. JJ loved to dance, loved losing himself in the
music, but didn't always want to deal with the interest he aroused in the men
at the clubs. Sometimes all he wanted was to dance for an hour or two and
then go. But apparently no one went to a gay club just for that.

           "He's not bad, is
he?"" Drake shouted back.

           The kid, a young blonde about JJ's
height with a slender build, gave Drake a quick once-over and decided he liked
what he saw. He smiled at the taller man and moved a bit closer.
"Hey...You guys exclusive?"

           "Damn right," Drake
growled warningly and the kid stiffened and backed off a hair. "I'm
Donny by the way," he said, extending his hand.

           "Dra -- Dirk," said Drake
shaking briefly and dropping eye contact. He didn't know why he felt so
paranoid. JJ had assured him that he had never seen anyone he knew from
the NYPD here, and he came here all the time. That's why they were here
instead of at JJ's favorite club, which reputedly had better music.

           The music changed and JJ surged
briefly off the dance floor and over to Drake.   Grinning, he plucked
the beer neatly out of Drake's hand, drained it and handed him back the empty
bottle.

           "Hey!" protested Drake,
but JJ just blew a kiss at him and retreated back into the grinding mass of
humanity lit by strobe lights. Drake stared indignantly after JJ as Donny
signaled to the bartender.

           When Donny handed him another beer,
Drake was torn between wanting to refuse and wanting to accept just to have
something to do with his hands. Acceptance won.

           "Thanks," he said,
raising the beer to his new friend before taking a sip. Donny just smiled
and waved a hand, indicating that it was of no moment. Together they
watched JJ.

           JJ had gone to a different part of
the dance floor and appeared to be dancing with a dark-haired boy with a
ponytail, but after a minute the two young bucks he'd been dancing with before
found him again and efficiently cut ponytail out. Once again, JJ was
between them, but this time they seemed to be a little more marked in their
attentions. The one in front of JJ put his hands on him and felt him up a
little. Drake immediately stiffened, and did not entirely relax even when
JJ slapped the man's hands away and said something discouraging, complete with
a glare. The man put up his hands in supplication and appeared to be
apologizing, so the dance continued. But a minute later, the other one slung
an arm around JJ from behind and rubbed his crotch up against JJ's butt.
JJ wriggled free and turned around and yelled something at the guy, who just
grinned at him. Drake did not like that grin. He slapped his beer
down on the bar and started forward, but stopped when he felt a hand on his
shoulder. It was Donny.

           "Be careful, Dirk," he
said, looking a little anxious. "Those guys are huge."

           Drake shook his hand off and
continued toward JJ. It had not exactly escaped Drake's attention that
the guys were huge, but in truth, he wasn't expecting a fight. As a
former patrol officer, he knew that fights were rare at gay bars unless
straight guys came in looking for trouble. Unexpectedly, he didn't have
to push through the crowd; perhaps it was the determined look on his face, or
the human thirst for drama, but the way parted before him like Moses at the Red
Sea. He saw JJ ahead of him, eyes flashing, mouth moving, trying to tug
his hand out of the grip of the larger of his two admirers, both of whom appeared
to be cajoling him to remain with them. At the last moment, the one who
was not holding JJ noticed Drake and guessed his intent. He nodded
sharply to the other one who promptly let JJ go. JJ staggered backwards
into Drake, who caught him by the shoulders and steadied him. Pausing
only long enough to reassure himself that back-up had arrived, JJ lost no time
giving the two men a piece of his mind. They apologized again, but this
time to Drake who had been regarding them in grim silence. The two guys
rapidly moved off through the crowd in search of someone more amenable to
whatever they had in mind.

           JJ was still upset and wanted to
bitch about it, so Drake led him back to the bar and fetched him a drink. JJ
usually drank some kind of pink vodka thing, but Drake couldn't remember what
it was, so he ordered him a vodka martini. Eventually JJ got the
grumbling out of his system, and Drake took the opportunity to introduce him to
Donny, who had been hovering nearby.

           "I know you're pissed at those
guys, but they sure were hot," Donny said enviously.

           "Those guys are
brothers," JJ informed him. "They like coming to the clubs and
picking someone up to do together, which is just FINE if you like that sort of
thing, but tonight all I wanted was to dance. And imagine grabbing me
like that, even after I told them no!" And he was off again, telling
the whole story to the sympathetic and interested Donny. Drake privately
thought that both JJ's dancing style and his outfit had not exactly been screaming
'no', but in that sense, he was the same as everyone else in here.

           Drake's eyes went from Donny's
closely fitting red fishnet shirt to JJ's silver vest, unzipped almost to his
navel. Donny wore tight black trousers and JJ wore a loose fitting pair
of thin white cargo pants that looked perfectly innocuous until he moved. The
way they had repeatedly clung to and let go of the globes of his ass while he
was dancing was positively indecent. They hung low on his hips,
too. Drake didn't realize he was staring until JJ reached out and gave
him a shake.

           "Earth to Drake! Hey
were you checking out my cute little ass?" With a mischievous grin,
he turned around and shook it energetically at Drake, whose eyes widened in
dismay.

           "No! I -- sorry, I was
thinking about something else." Drake felt embarrassed and
apologetic. Had he really been staring at JJ's butt? God, this
place must be getting to him.

           Suddenly, JJ was pressing close to
him in a way that made his breath catch. His back was to the bar and JJ's
hands were on either side of him, effectively hemming him in. He turned
his face up toward Drake's and said close to his ear, "It's okay to look
at my ass. Don't forget to play your part..." Then with a peck to
the cheek and a saucy grin, JJ had bounced away from him, waving as he headed
back to the dance floor. Drake watched him go, his mouth hanging open in
astonishment and his body feeling hot where JJ had leaned against it.

           JJ danced for another hour while
Drake nursed his beer and kept an eye on him. There was a good deal of
flirting between JJ and the other occupants of the dance floor, but no more
trouble to speak of.

           When JJ finally returned, damp,
disheveled, and tired but happy, Drake was more than ready to get the hell out
of there and go home to his nice quiet apartment. He volunteered to go
fetch their coats in the interest of speeding that process along. On his way
back from the coat check, he passed a dim little alcove where he noticed two
familiar figures hunched over a third. There was definitely something
sexual going on in there, and at least one other quite beefy guy seemed to be
watching them. Drake stopped, and squinting past the beefy guy, was shocked to
realize that it was the two brothers who had been harassing JJ earlier, and that
they now had Donny pinned between them. Drake gasped and suddenly the big
guy turned around. Drake realized, when he saw the word 'security' across
the man's chest, that he was one of the bouncers.

           "Move along, buddy," he
ordered in a voice that brooked no argument.

           "But--" said Drake,
wondering if it was consensual and if he should say something.

           "I said move it," the
bouncer growled and took a menacing step toward him. Drake retreated, but
the image of what he had seen was burned into his brain. One brother held
Donny's jaw with one hand and kissed him deeply while the other hand was busy
jerking him off. Donny's black trousers were down around his knees, and
the other brother was behind him, thrusting into him rhythmically. Each
thrust raised Donny up onto his toes. He looked small and helpless between
their hulking, muscular forms.

           Deeply disturbed, Drake returned to
JJ with their coats.

           "What's wrong?" his
sleepy-looking partner asked.

           "Those two brothers that were
bugging you are over by the coat check having sex with Donny," Drake
replied.

           "So?"

           "So, maybe he's in
trouble."

           "What makes you think he's in
trouble? Was he yelling 'no, no' or 'help, help'?"

           "Uh, no, but..."

           "Did it look scary,
Drakey?"

           "Uh, yeah." Drake
felt embarrassed. Yes it HAD looked scary. It was his worst
nightmare, in fact. But at the same time, just thinking about it made his
heart beat a little faster. What the hell? He could just imagine
how the guys at work would laugh at him if he told them about his night at a
gay bar with JJ and the things he had seen. He rubbed a hand over his
eyes, which JJ took for a sign of uneasiness about Donny.

           "Come on, if you're THAT
concerned, let's go check it out," he said, grabbing Drake's hand and
pulling him toward the coat check area.

           The glowering bouncer, whom JJ
waved to and addressed as 'Kyle', was still on guard, and as they strolled
slowly past him, they peered into the gloom just beyond him. The brothers
had Donny turned around now, and the first brother was having his turn with the
kid's ass, holding his thighs and grinding into him while the one who had
already fucked him was biting his neck and pinching his nipples. Donny's
arms were up around the man's neck and the noises that were coming out of him
could not really be construed as cries of pain.

           JJ's sparkling eyes met Drake's,
which were as round as saucers. "Drake you are SUCH a
worrywart," he teased, as he tucked his arm through his partner's.
"They're all having fun and Donny would be really pissed if you went and
rescued him."

           "Well, it sure doesn't LOOK
like fun," grumbled Drake, blushing. Jesus, he was glad he had his
coat on. For some strange reason his penis had gotten confused and was
acting like there had been a woman in that sex act he had just witnessed, when
clearly there hadn't. He told himself it was because he was not in the
habit of watching much pornography, and had never, in fact, seen a threesome,
and witnessing those guys with Donny so unexpectedly like that had just
accidentally activated the part of his brain that was reserved for porn.

           He was so wrapped up in trying to
classify and explain to himself his reaction to the way those two guys had been
screwing Donny that it was almost two blocks before he realized that JJ's arm
was still tucked through his.

           "Hey there, partner, time to
let go now," he reminded JJ, trying to free his arm. But JJ just
clung harder and complained about being cold.

           "Drake, I don't wanna take the
subway. I'll spring for a taxi. Come on let's get one."
JJ was looking around, hoping to spot one of the familiar yellow
vehicles. Drake saw a cab first and successfully hailed it.
Shivering, JJ eagerly climbed in first and pulled Drake in after him.
Drake lived closer to this area than JJ did, so he would be getting out
first. He gave the driver their addresses, and as he did so, he was
conscious that JJ was edging closer to him.

           "Dude, what are you
doing?"

           "Just trying to steal some of
your warmth, that's all." JJ picked up Drake's right arm and wrapped
it around his own shoulders.

           "JJ!" Drake tried
unsuccessfully to tug his arm back again, but JJ had a good grip on his hand
and was now snuggling up to him.

           "Aw, come on, Drakey," he
mumbled sleepily. "We're not hurting anybody. And no one will
see, anyway...Your secret's safe with me..."

           Drake endured a brief inner battle
and finally gave up. JJ was right; no one would see. And what harm
could it do just this once? His partner was already asleep and his body
was a pleasant weight against his side. He allowed himself to
relax. The taxi was like their own private little mobile sanctuary,
racing through the night, leaving prying eyes and judgment and rigid
definitions of what constituted straight and gay behind them.

           Your secret's safe
with me.
What the hell had he meant by that? Damn if this wild and crazy evening hadn't
broken his brain. Oh well, it was all too much to think about now. He
would review everything in his mind tomorrow.

           JJ slept on and Drake gently stroked
his back while the city pulsed around them.

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