A/N: I originally had a different oneshot planned out, but two months later and the plot seems to have run away, so this drabble came out instead.
Summary: J.J. Adams had always been the love-at-first-sight kind of guy, the type to find an amazing piece of eye candy and go in for the kill. But meeting Drake Parker was nothing of the sort.
Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE. If I did, J.J. and Drake would have many more appearances...
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Love at First Sight
J.J. Adams had always been the love-at-first-sight kind of guy, the type to find an amazing piece of eye candy and go in for the kill. But meeting Drake Parker was nothing of the sort.
Drake had rushed into the station late that first day, blonde hair sticking up in awkward angles, clothes wrinkled, and bags under his eyes, a sign of his groggy, disoriented state. As the chief introduced him, Drake firmly shook his hand, gray eyes looking into his, and polite smile in place despite the rest of his appearance.
J.J. had come up with the perfect description of his first impression: typical, single, heterosexual male. To say that he was disappointed at the time would be a big understatement, though the fact that he wasn't partnered with Dee may have influenced his opinion.
But, strangely enough, over time, that messy, blonde hair became less of a wild creature and more of an added charm, as Drake would sweep it back to semi-tame it, giving him more of that look of rough, boyish charm.
Over time, J.J. became more acquainted with those wrinkles on Drake's clothes, as he buried his face into that crumpled collar, eyes red-rimmed because of a fresh verbal attack from a pissed-off Dee or a tough day of sniper duties, Drake's arms draped around him for support.
Over time, J.J. watched the bags under Drake's eyes seem to grow a little heavier with each passing girlfriend, each time Drake in turn going to J.J. for comfort and a drinking partner, and J.J. only wanting to make them disappear.
Over time, J.J. became familiar with Drake's gestures: the flustered scratch behind the head, the impatient tapping on the table as he tried to fill out a report, or the ever familiar ruffling of his hair, which he grew to anticipate every day.
Over time, J.J. found it harder to look away from Drake's piercing gray eyes filled with a softness, a gentleness, that didn't take away from his masculinity, but only added to the gentlemanly aspect of his character.
And over time, J.J. studied those lips, usually formed into a reassuring smile, sometimes pulled into a worried frown, sometimes stretched into an amused smirk, and almost never weighed down in anger. He studied until he remembered, until he dreamed, until he desired…
Until the day he finally touched those lips with his own.
And finally, he realized and understood.
(Drake apparently understood as well when he took the initiative for their second kiss.)
It's probably better that he had not fallen in love with Drake at first sight. Maybe that's why it feels different. Maybe that's why it feels more special. And maybe, just maybe, that's why he knows that Drake is really the one.