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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.

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: Part two of this
story is already up on my LJ at http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

Thank you to mtemplar, shelley6441 and
the_ladyfeather. You guys are
great

Part One: Bi-Bi Batman Suit

"Drake! Give me a chance to close the drapes before you go
giving my neighbors a thrill." JJ bustled to the big sliding glass doors
that opened onto his eleventh floor balcony.

"Don't worry about your neighbors, man. I can't get this
thing off by myself anyway. I think I'm gonna need a hand."

JJ surveyed his partner, who stood in the center of the living
room, presenting the image of a very disheveled and overheated Batman. The two
of them had just returned from a Halloween party which they had attended
dressed as Batman and Robin. The costumes had been JJ's idea, and Drake had
gone along with him as usual.

In JJ's opinion, Drake appeared sexier than he ever could have
imagined his normally low-key and slightly rumpled partner looking. Drake had
lost a few pounds around the midsection by stepping up the sports over the past
few months--typical behavior for Drake whenever he went long periods of time without
a girlfriend--and now his body was leaner and more defined than it had looked
in a long time. Drake had just spent the evening clad head to toe in
close-fitting dark latex, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. JJ
wouldn't have admitted it, but he thought that Drake's costume had been even
hotter than Dee Laytner's. The ever-gorgeous Dee had appeared as a sexy
gladiator, with his insipid partner predictably in tow. Although JJ had
naturally drunk in the sight of his favorite sex god wearing leather and
sandals, there had been something about the way the shiny black rubber of the
Batman costume had molded itself to Drake's new body that had drawn his eye
again and again.

But several hours of sweating in latex had obviously taken their
toll on Drake. The dramatic hooded bat cape now lay in a crumpled heap beside
him, with his mask on top of it. Drake's hair lay flattened to his scalp in
damp brown waves, and beads of perspiration stood out on his brow.

"Well, somebody sure needs a shower," observed JJ
critically.

"No kidding. Hey, is this zipper stuck? It went down about
three inches and then it wouldn't go any further."

"Stop tearing at it like that! Do you think you'll ever get
any of your deposit back if you rip the zipper right off the latex?" JJ
stepped behind Drake and batted his hands away. "Hands off. Let me at
it." He tugged at the zipper that ran down the back of Drake's costume,
and frowned when he wasn't able to budge it. "Try exhaling."

Drake did, but that didn't seem to help either. He glanced
anxiously over his shoulder at JJ's blond head. "Any luck?"

"Hmm. Try lowering your arms. When you lift them like that,
it makes your lats stick out."

Drake meekly obeyed. He couldn't wait to get out of the hottest,
sweatiest Halloween costume he had ever worn in his life. Of course he would
hate to give up the three hundred bucks he'd had to put down as a deposit, but
if JJ couldn't get him out of this stretchy rubber prison in about ten minutes
max, he was perfectly ready to take a pair of scissors to it.

Well, maybe. On the other hand, three hundred dollars would buy
tickets to at least two Rangers games, with money left over for beer. Perhaps
he should try to be a bit more patient.

"How's it going back there?" he asked hopefully.

"Arch your spine and push your shoulders back...Yeah, that's
doing it. Here she comes."

Drake felt cool air touch his damp back as the tightly clenched
teeth of the zipper slowly parted and set him free. "Arghh! Thank
God!" he groaned, and started yanking on the material of his costume
again, trying frantically to get it off his arms.

"Stop that, Drake! You're splattering me with sweat for
heaven's sake!"

"Oh, er... sorry," Drake mumbled and stopped
mid-stretch.

"I specifically don't want you to drop any sweat on my new
Thai silk cushion covers. Step away from the couch, okay?" JJ took hold of
the section of the costume that held Drake's arms prisoner in front of his
body, and towed him rapidly out of the living room, not stopping until they
fetched up in the bathroom together.

"Okey-dokey," said JJ firmly. "This is the best
room for you to undress in. There's no sensitive silk in here. Now, let's get
this damn thing off you slowly and carefully. Latex is actually quite fragile,
you know."

"Thanks for helping me," said Drake humbly. It had taken
almost half an hour for the girls at the rental shop to get him squeezed into
his tight latex costume with the aid of liberal amounts of talcum powder. He
had been hoping he would be able to remove it in a fraction of the time. He
pulled his arm back gently as JJ peeled the rubber material over first one
wrist and then the other. Relieved to have his torso free, Drake took a deep
breath and unbuckled his yellow plastic belt, which he handed to JJ.

JJ dropped both items on the floor in one corner of his spacious
and stylish bathroom. "Yuck. I know some people are into latex wear, but
how can they put up with that awful smell?"

"No idea. But trust me, the human-condom feeling is worse
than the smell of latex," Drake muttered. "Now for the
'bat-briefs'." They came down a little easier than he expected, perhaps
because they were made of a slightly heavier grade of rubber. He tried to hand
them to JJ too, but his partner just wrinkled his nose and pointed to the
corner.

"You think I'm just gonna stand here holding your underwear
for you? What do I look like--a friggin' valet?"

Drake tossed the bat-briefs where he had been directed and grinned
apologetically at JJ. "The real underwear is yet to come, I'm
afraid," he said, and began to tug down the tight latex leggings that were
the last remaining piece of the costume.

"Drakey! Are those bikini briefs?" JJ stared
delightedly. "I never would have figured you for a bikini-brief kind of
guy. Holy bat-shit."

"Yeah, they're bikini briefs. So what?" Drake glanced at
JJ defensively before lowering his eyes along with the latex tights. "I
thought they would be best gaunch for under the costume. The shop said I had to
wear something under it. Come on, quit laughing."

"They're so gosh-darn skimpy! I gotta know.... Did you buy
them yourself?" JJ leaned back against the wall, arms folded, smirking at
Drake as he watched the show.

"Nope. Women are always giving me stuff like this for some
reason." Wouldn't hurt to remind his partner that women obviously found
him sexy, even if they did dump him at regular intervals. Having peeled the leg
coverings down as far as his shins, Drake ran into the same problem he had
encountered with his arms. There was too much costume pooled between his lower
legs and he suddenly felt awkward and off-balance. He grunted in frustration
and started jerking at the tights in an impatient effort to get them off his
calves and ankles.

"Oh, you're impossible," said JJ, emitting a sharp
little huff, and pushing himself away from the wall. "Go on, sit on the
toilet and stick your legs out."

Drake shuffled backwards over the aqua floor tiles and sat down
heavily on the toilet seat, causing JJ to roll his eyes and mutter something
under his breath.

Slowly, gently, with many small tugs, JJ got the stretchy rubber
leggings down over Drake's muscular calves and large, callused feet. He then
flung them into the corner with the rest of the costume.

"You're gonna have to wash out all the pieces of your costume
tonight and then hang them up to dry," he informed Drake. "But not
until we've both had a shower, of course."

"Yeah, I guess I should." Drake sighed, his hand on the
back of his neck. "That's what Miranda and Jessie said I should do, you
know, the girls at the rental shop."

"You mean the skanks at the rental shop," retorted JJ.
"The one with the black hair was a junkie for sure, and the mousy brown
one was so desperate for a man you could practically smell--"

"Hey c'mon, I didn't think they were that bad,"
protested Drake.

"Hmph. You wouldn't." JJ sniffed dismissively.

"What a pain in the neck this costume was," said Drake,
changing the subject. "That's the last time I do a latex one." He
stood up, feeling oddly nervous about removing his last piece of clothing, the
black bikini briefs that Megan had bought for him. Or had it been Cordelia? He
wasn't sure. It couldn't have been his sister Della, even though she often gave
him practical gifts like socks, undershirts and...

"Drake, are you listening to me?"

"Huh?" He blinked at JJ, who was standing next to the
open shower stall. "Sorry about that. I guess I zoned out. What were you
saying?"

"I was trying to give you a tour of the shower. Okay, here we
go again, from the top. This one is conditioner, here's the shampoo, shower
gel, soap, of course, and more conditioner." JJ pointed to various bottles
and tubes in rapid succession.

"Oh, I never use conditioner," said Drake. "Which
one was the shampoo again? This one?"

JJ looked at him like he was from another planet, which made Drake
grin. JJ often did that.

"No, that's lube," JJ informed him and snickered when
Drake started and dropped it. "You don't wanna wash your hair with that
one. THIS one," he added, lifting a pale yellow bottle, "is shampoo.
And make sure you use the shower gel, not the bar of soap." His blue eyes
looked Drake up and down boldly. "I don't want to find chest hairs
embedded in it later."

Although a part of his mind was still reeling from the concept of
a guy who actually kept lube in the shower stall, Drake put a self-conscious
hand to his chest. "I'm not that hairy," he protested, hoping this
wasn't going to be an issue. It had been for a girl he'd dated a couple of
years back who had actually offered to wax it for him. Four times.

To his surprise, JJ suddenly smiled at him affectionately.
"No," he agreed. "You're not. You have just the right
amount."

"Really?" Drake felt himself blushing slightly.

"Yeah." JJ transferred his gaze to Drake's underwear.
"By the way, are you planning to take those off tonight?"

"Uh-huh." Drake forced himself to look JJ in the eye,
although he was suddenly feeling embarrassed again.

"Like, when?"

"Um, when you leave the room, I guess."

JJ rolled his eyes for the second time since they had entered the
bathroom. "Drakey," he said in his snarkiest voice. "I'm going
to be sucking your cock in the next 20 minutes or so. You've got about nineteen
minutes to get over these ridiculous bashful feelings of yours, okay?"

"Fuck, JJ," Drake whispered huskily, taking an impulsive
step toward him. His partner's words had gone straight to his dick.

JJ took a big step back, looking at him indignantly. "Don't
even think about touching me until you're no longer covered in sweat and slimy
old baby powder! Now, hurry up and take your shower. I'll be back soon with a
towel and a washcloth for you."

Drake acquiesced with a murmur of assent. At that moment, if JJ
had ordered him to dance a jig with a rose in his teeth, he would have done so
without hesitation. It had been a long time since he had had his cock sucked,
and an even longer time since anyone had offered to do it willingly without
first having been worn down by lots of begging and wheedling.

Drake waited until JJ had briskly exited the bathroom, before
turning on the water in the shower stall. He peeled off his damp briefs and
idly hand-washed them with JJ's banana scented shower gel, while looking around
him at the attractively appointed bathroom he found himself in.

JJ's bathroom, which had been done in two shades of aqua
contrasted with white, consisted of a glass walled stand-up shower and a
separate soaker tub. Drake remembered when JJ had had the renovations done last
March. It had led to the first time he had ever seen his partner naked,
strangely enough. JJ usually couldn't stand to use the communal showers in the
men's change room at the Bronx 51st, where they had been stationed at that
time, but for a week there, he really hadn't had much of a choice.

The way that JJ had soaped himself at that time had exercised a
strangely compelling effect on Drake. He hadn't really been able to explain it,
especially since he was newly with Megan and actually getting some regular sex
for once.

"Guess I was 'bi-curious' back then, too," he muttered
to himself, the corners of his mouth lifting in a half smile as he recalled what
JJ had said to him at the Halloween party they had attended together earlier
this evening.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, JJ stripped the covers off the bed in
readiness for the evening's activities, and then stood in front of the mirror,
regarding himself with interest. JJ had always liked looking in the mirror. He
usually liked what he saw. He was still wearing his costume from the party,
minus mask and cape, of course. He grinned at the 'R'-emblazoned red bodice
over a close-fitting cap sleeved tee-shirt.

"No one could mistake you for a straight boy, Robin my
dear," he said to himself with amusement. "Especially not with that
green satin bikini."

He quickly stripped off what was left of his 'Robin' costume and
put it away, except for the bikini, which he tossed on the bed. Then he
returned to the living room and gathered up the two masks and capes. He had
plans for them. It wasn't every day one got to screw Batman after all.

Drake had just turned around to get more shower gel, when he felt
a slight coolness between his shoulders as the temperature in the shower stall
changed. He started to turn back but was forestalled by the feel of JJ's arm
coming around his middle. A thumb traced a soapy line from his pecs all the way
down the central line dividing his abs.

"What's up, Drakey?" JJ giggled as his hand came into
contact with the soapy erection that Drake had been playing with.

Drake gasped and thrust forward into JJ's hand. It felt so good to
have someone else's fingers on his dick instead of his own, for once. JJ's firm
body pressed up against his back also felt good--until he felt an erection
rubbing itself over his right buttock. That freaked him out. He didn't quite
know what to make of that, and he froze uncertainly.

JJ laughed. "Do you think I'm going to rape you or something?
Grow up, Drakey."

"Sorry," Drake muttered, hyperconscious of the dick. The
dick that wasn't his. Holy bat-shit, as JJ had said. What the hell was he
doing?

"You're wilting, Mr. Bikini Briefs. Are you scared or
something?"

Drake decided to go for honesty. "Yeah," he mumbled.

"Really?" JJ sounded surprised and a little bit
uncertain, which made Drake decide to turn around and face him.

"Yeah," he said again, speaking louder than he wanted to
over the 'shhhhhaaaahhh' sound of the shower. "I don't know what you
expect, see. Maybe you expect things I'm not comfortable doing. I don't
actually know what I'm comfortable doing... The one time we did this before, it
was all kinda 'spur of the moment', and there was no time to, you know, think
about it."

"So now that you're thinking about it, do you want to
stop?" JJ's blue eyes met his fearlessly.

"No!" Drake reached out and touched his partner's
shoulder. "No," he repeated. "I just wanna know what the plan
is. I assume you have some kind of plan?"

JJ nodded with a small grin. "You know me, Drake. I always have a plan."

"Well then," Drake said. "Let me in on it, would
ya?"

JJ's hand found its way to Drake's hip and stroked down over his
thigh and back up. "Drakey, just trust me, okay? I know you have a typical
straight man's fears, so let me reassure you that absolutely nothing is gonna
go in your ass tonight." He slid his hand around Drake's hip until he was
grasping one hard buttock. "No fingers, no tongues, no toys, and especially,
no cocks." One fingertip rested at the top of Drake's crack however, and
it made the larger man flinch. "Don't be so jumpy, you dope. Although I
have been known to top when the occasion calls for it, I'm primarily a
bottom."

"A what?"

"It means I'd rather get fucked than do the fucking."

"Oh," said Drake, looking relieved. "Well, good,
because I..."

"Mmm?" JJ stepped closer and kissed one of Drake's
nipples.

"I--I'd like to fuck you again," said Drake quickly,
before he lost his nerve. "L-like last time. That was... hot."

"Yeah?" JJ smiled up at Drake before turning him around
so that their positions were reversed. Now it was JJ who stood under the shower
spray. "Drakey, do me a favor."

"Sure," said Drake, who couldn't get over how fast his
penis was returning to life under JJ's knowledgeable fingers.

"Wash me, you sexy bat-hunk. I want to feel your hands on my
body. Can you handle that?"

~end of part one~

Part Two will
appear here in a week, but it's already up on my LJ page http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/ if you would like to go and read
it there.

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