Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything else from this story.
In fact, it was all stolen. 100% not mine. I'm not getting paid, so why
should you care? No wait, I own the bear. Bears are cool.
Author's nonsense: I haven't written a fanfic for over a year. I've come to realize the better things in life, like television and online hentai manga. Anyway, I guess I've hit a low point (or at least a sudden burst of semi-creativity. This fic focuses on my favorite characters (can you guess which ones, huh? Can ya, can ya?) so if you're a huge fan of all the others, I'm sorry ;-;. I've always wanted to write one of these. I'm going to try to work Berkley into this, if it ever does progress any further than this, because he's mah sexah love slave. I wish. Oh well. Sorry, I was too lazy to proof-read. Ignore the typos, I'll fix'em latter.
Now shall we begin?
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Drake gagged again, but he just couldn't bring himself to vomit. He weakly slid to the floor of the bathroom, not really caring about the germs. This was nothing after what he'd just been through. For the past 45 minutes, he and JJ had to wander around the city sewers in search of some stupid teenagers. Apparently, one had been dealing, so the boss felt benevolent enough to bestow this lovely adventure on Drake and JJ, on a Saturday evening no less. Drake didn't know what he'd done to piss the boss off, but it must have been pretty bad. Anyhow, he was sure it had been JJ's fault, whatever it was.
Drake mustered up what little strength he had left in his arms to heave himself up off the floor. He really shouldn't leave JJ to deal with all the paperwork. The kid did more than his fair share already, and Drake always felt a little guilty, even though JJ insisted he liked paperwork. That is, Drake felt guilty until JJ started demanding payment in kind for services rendered. Reminded of this, Drake increased his walking speed. When he got to JJ's desk he found that his partner was nearly completed with all the files. Jerk. JJ wasn't going to live this one down for a week. Drake slumped into a nearby chair. Ted was busy pretending to be working at his desk a few meters away. Other than that, the office was pretty quite.
"Feeling better?" JJ asked cheerfully. What JJ had to be so cheerful about was an enigma to Drake. He probably didn't want to know, anyway. Drake only snarled in reply. JJ smiled and showed his partner some paperwork. "The stupid kids were doing some sort of fraternity thingy. They had to stay in the sewers for 48 hours to get into the house."
"What the hell does that have to do with being in a fraternity?" Drake wondered aloud. He really didn't care to hear an answer. JJ gave him one anyway.
"It sort symbolizes a passage into manhood or something. You know, live off the land. It's basically survival training, but urbanized."
"I guess. I remember the good old days when all you had to do to pledge was put a hidden camera in the girls' locker room," Drake grinned at this, quite possibly reminiscing. "I don't see why anyone would want to do something like that, though. Woodsy stuff, I mean. Why sit around in the woods and eat bugs when you've got Ben and Jerry's in the freezer at home?"
"Where's the fun in that? It's just like camping, I suppose," JJ said, as he finished off the paperwork. "Done." He grinned. "Speaking of Ben and Jerry's, all this work deserves ice cream.and sex."
Drake stuck his tongue out and chose to ignore JJ's latter comment. "How can you be hungry after all that? The thought of eating makes me nauseated." Drake stretched his arms behind his head, and then stood up. "You know, I've never been camping," he said off-handedly.
"Are you serious? You've never been camping at all? Not even once?" JJ asked, startled.
"Yeah, lots of people haven't. It's no big deal or anything. I'm just not into that sort of stuff. I had more important things to be thinking about. School stuff. Stuff that mattered. Why is that so surprising?" Drake said, defensively.
"I dunno, you just seemed like the kind of guy who'd been around the campfire a few times. I never had you for the gentle indoors type." JJ was somewhat miffed. He didn't even like camping that much, but he'd still been dragged into it a couple times.
Drake crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin. "Don't say that like it's bad. Just I haven't gone prancing around in some stranger's back yard doesn't make me any less of a man."
Dee walked into the office room, holding a coffee cup. "Um, what the hell are they talking about?" he asked Ted.
Ted shrugged. "It's best not to go there."
Drake blinked, and then leaped up. "No, we weren't talking about that!" he shouted.
"We weren't?" JJ asked, confused.
Drake growled and stormed out of the room.
"What did I do? What's going on? I'm so confused," JJ whined.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Dee said aside to Ted.
Ted rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "I think you hurt his feelings. You'd better go talk to him before he takes you off his buddy list."
JJ's eyes widened. "You'd think he'd actually do something like that? Hey, Drake-sempai, wait up!" JJ ran out of the room after Drake, running into a table on the way to the hallway "Ouch!" JJ looked around to see if anyone had noticed, before making a mad dash for the door again.
Ted reached over and snatched JJ's half-eaten jelly donut. "Score!" He grinned as the shoved the whole of it into his mouth.
Dee, somewhat disgusted, wandered off in search of Ryo.
---------------------------- "Drake-sempai?" JJ wandered down the halls, looking frantically left and right, before spotting Drake leaning against the wall out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, there you are. JJ flung himself at Drake's feet. "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
Drake squirmed uncomfortably, wishing JJ wouldn't make such a big scene out of everything. "Um, forgive you for what?" Drake asked, helplessly.
"I don't know, but if I happened to make you mad in any way, just know that I'm sorry," JJ said, groveling. Drake grabbed JJ by his ear and yanked him up off the floor.
"Look, you didn't do anything. So there's no need to apologize. I really don't know why I stormed out like that. It was just.stuff, you know." Drake was struggling to say the right thing, but even he couldn't make much sense of his words.
"Okay, that's good. Although I'm sure I would have done something to make you mad eventually," JJ said, rubbing his ear.
"Undoubtedly, but don't apologize for things you haven't done yet. It doesn't work that way," Drake playfully punched JJ's shoulder and grinned.
"I'm really sorry, though.but I'm still not really sure what for." JJ made a confused look, and Drake couldn't help but laugh. "I've got an idea!" JJ emphasized his sudden revelation by slamming his fist into his palm. Drake managed to keep his comments to himself. "I'll take you camping!"
Drake chuckled at his partner's apparent over-enthusiasm. "Sorry, but I'm all out of vacation time at the moment."
"No, I mean right here! I mean, we don't have to leave the city right? Oooh, we can do it tonight! In the park, with marshmallows and rabid raccoons and trees and grass and-" Drake cut JJ off before he could continue.
"I don't think the governor will appreciate us camping in the middle of central park," Drake pointed out.
"Oooh, that's so unreasonable. Why have a park then? It would have been such fun, too." JJ look dejected.
Drake growled, knowing he would regret his next words. "Actually, I sort of know a spot."
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The next thing Drake knew, he was on top of his apartment complex fiddling with a heap of camping equipment.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Drake asked JJ as the latter tampered with the frame of the tent. Watching JJ struggle to find a way to connect the two poles together was giving him anxiety.
JJ paused and started out into space, considering this. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he admitted, "but it's fun." JJ started to fiddle with the frame some more.
Drake tried to avoid watching him, but that wasn't helping. He started to count to ten, but he never made it to the final number. He kneeled down beside JJ and snatched the framework from him. "Geez, you're going to break it. Let me do it." JJ pouted, looking rejected. "Oh, please don't give me that face. Here, I've go an important mission for you." JJ perked up, but was disappointed when Drake handed him a canteen. "Go fill this up with water."
"That's not an important mission, that's just a frivolous task you handed me to get rid of me," JJ whined, but he took the canteen and stood up anyway. When JJ got back, Drake was still trying to fit together the same two poles.
Drake growled and made a face. "Just don't say anything." He kicked the heaped pile of tent aside.
JJ smiled and handed Drake his canteen. "Say what?" he asked innocently.
"Good boy. So now what?" Drake asked, taking a swig from the canteen.
JJ thought for a moment, humming as his brain worked through possible solutions. "Um, I don't know," he giggled. Then a mischievous grin crossed over his innocent face. "We could always just sleep in your bed."
A sweat-drop formed on the back of Drake's head. "Let's not. I thought you were supposed to be nature boy here. That's the best idea you can come up with?" JJ blinked and stared at him blankly. "Fine. It's summer, anyhow, and I don't expect that it will rain. Do we even really need the tent? The worst we'll have to worry about is mosquitoes."
JJ's smile brightened. "You're so smart, Drake-sempai."
Drake grinned and rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, I know. Amazing, isn't it?"
JJ nodded.
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After trying to convince JJ for half an hour that hunting wild game in New York City was implausible, the two settled on Sushi. JJ still had doubts, though. He'd seen plenty of tomcats and fattened pigeons just begging to be eaten on the way to the restaurant, and even a couple fried rats would do. Sushi wasn't really authentic camping food, but it was tasty. He'd find a way to get Drake to cover the bill, like he always did. Originally, JJ would offer sex in exchange for Drake covering the bill, but Drake would never take his part of the offer. Straight men sure are weird.
Back at the camp site, aka the roof of Drake's apartment building, Drake was trying to convince JJ that it wasn't practical to share a sleeping bag. Well, it wasn't really a campsite, considering there was no tent, it was about 2 blocks away from the nearest tree, and it was a couple feet away from the whole of civilization, but they had to make due with what they had.
"Look, what if a bear came? Wouldn't it be better if he ate only one of us, instead of both at the same time?" Drake tried.
JJ clung to Drake tightly. "I wouldn't want you to die alone." Stars lit up JJ's eyes. "We could die together! I would be so romantic!"
Drake growled and tried to struggle out of JJ's grasp. "What makes you think I'm the one who'll get eaten?" he asked as he pushed JJ's face away from his own.
"Because you're yummier," JJ replied, before pointing to the empty space behind Drake. "Look, the bears!" he exclaimed.
Drake wasn't taking the bait. He pointed sternly to the floor, where JJ's sleeping bag lay crumpled in a heap. JJ pouted and slid to the floor to try to make sense out of the tangled mass. Drake sat down a few feet away and worked on his own. Why was he putting himself through this, he wondered. He liked spending time with JJ, but sometimes he could be, well, a spaz. Drake signed and looked over to check on his partner's progress. JJ was completely focused on trying to get the zipper on its tract. Still, sometimes he was pretty adorable.Drake shook his head and turned his attention back to his own bag. He couldn't be thinking about things like that, everything was already complicated enough. Drake rubbed his eyes and unzipped his sleeping bag, but he found it hard to stop watching JJ out of the corner of his eye. He felt an all-too-familiar tug in his pants. Where the hell did that come from?! No, bad Drake, bad. "Shut up," he told himself. "We're not going there."
"Going where?" JJ asked from nearby. Drake startled and turned to see JJ peering over his shoulder. "Aren't you done yet? I thought I was the incompetent one." JJ grinned and ruffled Drake's hair. "Let me do it." JJ snatched the sleeping bag out of Drake's hands and began to fuss with the zipper, despite the fact that Drake was already finished. Drake leaned back and made it a point to stare at the wall. He needed to get these disturbing thoughts out of his head before he ended up doing something he would later regret. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------
Drake watched the all too soothing outline of JJ's chest as it rose and fell with every breath. The two had had to temporary relinquish the lighting on the roof for some time so they would get a decent night of sleep. Actually, they had just broken all the light bulbs because neither of them could figure out a nonviolent way to put them out. Eventually they were satisfied when they had reached a reasonable amount of darkness. Irregardless, Drake just couldn't get himself to sleep.
What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about this, now? Drake promised himself he would ignore his screwed up emotions and just go to sleep, but he couldn't help but watch JJ, mere inches away from him, resting peacefully. I wonder if he's sleeping.
"What if he wasn't? What the hell are you going to do about it?" Drake asked himself mentally. Nothing, of course. What could he do? "That's right, because you're too chicken-shit to listen to your own wants. Maybe you should try to actually commit to something for once." Drake frowned. When did he become so self-abusive? To shut the voice in his head up, Drake turned over and faced the other direction. Still, the unrelenting nagging in the back of his mind (and in the crotch of his pants) just wouldn't quit. "Alright," Drake thought to himself as he turned back to watch JJ's resting outline. "I've got five minutes to do something." Drake sighed. He hoped to God he wouldn't screw up, as he began to visually trace JJ's silhouette against the city's lights. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
JJ traced what he thought was the big dipper with his eyes, but with so much light pollution it was hard to tell. What he thought had been Cygnus had turned out to be a couple of airplanes. He tried to make out the entire bear, but even squinting, he could barely manage. He knew there would be a star at the tip for the nose, and then its legs would rest under the scoop part, but it was really too bright to tell. From it's position in the sky, he guessed it was around midnight. See, he really did know some stuff.
JJ was making up a name for another cluster of airplanes when suddenly he felt Drake's arm wrap around his waist. Before he could say anything, his partner nuzzled the side of his neck. All of a sudden, the two were oh-so-very close. JJ's breathing literary stopped. He kept staring up at the sky, afraid that if he looked over at Drake he would see that his partner was fast asleep or not really there to begin with. JJ didn't have to look.
"What are you looking at?" Drake asked softly. His breath tickled JJ's face. The hair on the back of JJ's neck tingled, along with some other things. JJ tried to process Drake's question, but he was finding it suddenly hard to concentrate. How did Drake expect him to carry on a normal conversation like this?! He was so cruel sometimes.
"I, I was just thinking," JJ stated, his voice weak.
Drake began to trace his fingers slowly up JJ's shirt. He scooted even closer still, and JJ could feel his partner's whole body pressed up against his own. Needless to say, JJ liked it. "About what?" Drake whispered in his ear quietly.
JJ turned his face to the side to look at Drake, and found his face just mere inches away. What's more, Drake's hand was starting to take a downward course. It was already, snaking under the elastic of JJ's boxers. JJ couldn't help it any more. If this wasn't a come on, he didn't know what was. He wasn't that dense. He closed the few inches between his mouth and Drake's. Unlike all the other times, Drake did not pull away. Instead, he cupped the back of JJ's head with his other hand, and began to probe JJ's mouth with his tongue. JJ matched his partner's every move eagerly.
When they pulled apart for air, both wear panting. Drake's left hand stroked JJ's hair as his right hand was inside his underwear, cupping him. JJ could die a happy man right now. No, wait, then he wouldn't get to have sex. JJ could die a happy man in about eight to fifteen minutes from now. Maybe even less, from the ways things were going.
"Are.are you feeling okay," JJ asked, and then winced. If that wasn't a mood killer, he didn't know what else was.
Instead of snapping out of what had to be, in JJ's mind, some drug induced state of horniness, Drake grinned and kissed JJ's neck. "Don't worry. I want this." To emphasize his point, he began to rub the inside of JJ's thigh, and then traced his hand around to his partner's backside. When he started to probe the outside of JJ's opening, JJ was ecstatic, then startled, then ecstatic again, followed by more startled- ness. JJ had always assumed he was the one doing all the probing. This wasn't really suited for his aggressive nature. Then again, Drake was used to being in control. JJ's internal argument was settled as Drake's fingers snaked deeper into him. All right, JJ would let him have him, but just this once.
JJ moaned and turned away from Drake, giving his partner a better angle to work with. He pushed himself back into Drake's chest, and Drake began to nibble on his ear.
"Drake," JJ said softly after a few minutes. "I'm ready." JJ was cut off when Drake covered his mouth with his own. Drake pulled away, and then began to scan the area frantically. Damn, he needed something. He knew he hadn't thought this through thoroughly. He could always run down to his room, but that would just kill the mood. He reached for a nearby bag with his free hand and began to dig through it.
During his search, JJ's hand reached up and grabbed a bottle of something. "Citronella fluid?" Drake said, reading the label. "Will that work?"
"Who cares? Do you have a better idea?" JJ asked. Drake shrugged and took the bottle. He wasn't really in the position to argue, and he was having enough trouble trying to keep from triggering as it was. JJ giggled as Drake began to apply the scented repellent.
Drake grinned and kissed JJ's cheek. "No commentary from you, now." This made JJ giggle even more. Drake shoved the bottle away, and shifted his partner so that he was lying on his belly beneath him. Gently Drake nibbled on the back of JJ's neck. The fingers of his right hands probed some more while he began to play with JJ's nipples with his left hand. JJ kept alternating between moaning and giggling, and he tilted his head so that Drake could kiss him. A few moments later, Drake reached down and raised his partner's hips. When he got was what he assumed would be the proper angle (having never really done this before, hew was a little unsure of himself, as you could imagine) he-
Sorry, due to NC-17 nature of the rest of this scene, it has to be cut short. Fanfiction.net is such a bitch. It was getting good too. To get an idea of what you're missing, I've asked Bikky to reenact the scene for you in a family appropriate way.
Bikky steps up on a staged. The silhouette of Drake mounting JJ can be seen the distance behind him. Bikky pulls out to snap together models of Gundam Wing Gundams (Deathscythe and Sandrock, if you're into that sort of thing.) and positions the Gundams so that Deathscythe is mounted on a bent-over Sandrock. He then begins to bump them together rhythmically. For your entertainment pleasure, he's decided to add dialog for you.
"Ooooh, Drake, that feels so good."
"God, JJ, you're so tight."
"Oh, right there. Just like that. Oh yeah."
"Oh fuck yeah. C'mon, you know you like it bitch."
"Wow, Drake, you're so big. Screw me harder."
"Shut up, you're killing it. I'm doing you hard enough already"
"I said harder, whore!"
"You slut!"
"No, wait, don't put that there."
"Sorry!"
Bikky began to bang the Gundams together.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."
"Oh shit. Yeah. Ah."
*snap*
Bikky shrieked as part of his Deathsycthe model snapped off. "That took me three fucking hours to build! Damnit." Bikky storms of angrily.
And scene.
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Author's nonsense returns: How was it? Was it good for you, too? The next installment, should I write it (which, by the way, depends on you faithful readers) will have some more naughtiness, but funniness to. I promise Dee-sempai will be there. Really, now would I lie to you? Until next time.
Author's nonsense: I haven't written a fanfic for over a year. I've come to realize the better things in life, like television and online hentai manga. Anyway, I guess I've hit a low point (or at least a sudden burst of semi-creativity. This fic focuses on my favorite characters (can you guess which ones, huh? Can ya, can ya?) so if you're a huge fan of all the others, I'm sorry ;-;. I've always wanted to write one of these. I'm going to try to work Berkley into this, if it ever does progress any further than this, because he's mah sexah love slave. I wish. Oh well. Sorry, I was too lazy to proof-read. Ignore the typos, I'll fix'em latter.
Now shall we begin?
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Drake gagged again, but he just couldn't bring himself to vomit. He weakly slid to the floor of the bathroom, not really caring about the germs. This was nothing after what he'd just been through. For the past 45 minutes, he and JJ had to wander around the city sewers in search of some stupid teenagers. Apparently, one had been dealing, so the boss felt benevolent enough to bestow this lovely adventure on Drake and JJ, on a Saturday evening no less. Drake didn't know what he'd done to piss the boss off, but it must have been pretty bad. Anyhow, he was sure it had been JJ's fault, whatever it was.
Drake mustered up what little strength he had left in his arms to heave himself up off the floor. He really shouldn't leave JJ to deal with all the paperwork. The kid did more than his fair share already, and Drake always felt a little guilty, even though JJ insisted he liked paperwork. That is, Drake felt guilty until JJ started demanding payment in kind for services rendered. Reminded of this, Drake increased his walking speed. When he got to JJ's desk he found that his partner was nearly completed with all the files. Jerk. JJ wasn't going to live this one down for a week. Drake slumped into a nearby chair. Ted was busy pretending to be working at his desk a few meters away. Other than that, the office was pretty quite.
"Feeling better?" JJ asked cheerfully. What JJ had to be so cheerful about was an enigma to Drake. He probably didn't want to know, anyway. Drake only snarled in reply. JJ smiled and showed his partner some paperwork. "The stupid kids were doing some sort of fraternity thingy. They had to stay in the sewers for 48 hours to get into the house."
"What the hell does that have to do with being in a fraternity?" Drake wondered aloud. He really didn't care to hear an answer. JJ gave him one anyway.
"It sort symbolizes a passage into manhood or something. You know, live off the land. It's basically survival training, but urbanized."
"I guess. I remember the good old days when all you had to do to pledge was put a hidden camera in the girls' locker room," Drake grinned at this, quite possibly reminiscing. "I don't see why anyone would want to do something like that, though. Woodsy stuff, I mean. Why sit around in the woods and eat bugs when you've got Ben and Jerry's in the freezer at home?"
"Where's the fun in that? It's just like camping, I suppose," JJ said, as he finished off the paperwork. "Done." He grinned. "Speaking of Ben and Jerry's, all this work deserves ice cream.and sex."
Drake stuck his tongue out and chose to ignore JJ's latter comment. "How can you be hungry after all that? The thought of eating makes me nauseated." Drake stretched his arms behind his head, and then stood up. "You know, I've never been camping," he said off-handedly.
"Are you serious? You've never been camping at all? Not even once?" JJ asked, startled.
"Yeah, lots of people haven't. It's no big deal or anything. I'm just not into that sort of stuff. I had more important things to be thinking about. School stuff. Stuff that mattered. Why is that so surprising?" Drake said, defensively.
"I dunno, you just seemed like the kind of guy who'd been around the campfire a few times. I never had you for the gentle indoors type." JJ was somewhat miffed. He didn't even like camping that much, but he'd still been dragged into it a couple times.
Drake crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin. "Don't say that like it's bad. Just I haven't gone prancing around in some stranger's back yard doesn't make me any less of a man."
Dee walked into the office room, holding a coffee cup. "Um, what the hell are they talking about?" he asked Ted.
Ted shrugged. "It's best not to go there."
Drake blinked, and then leaped up. "No, we weren't talking about that!" he shouted.
"We weren't?" JJ asked, confused.
Drake growled and stormed out of the room.
"What did I do? What's going on? I'm so confused," JJ whined.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Dee said aside to Ted.
Ted rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "I think you hurt his feelings. You'd better go talk to him before he takes you off his buddy list."
JJ's eyes widened. "You'd think he'd actually do something like that? Hey, Drake-sempai, wait up!" JJ ran out of the room after Drake, running into a table on the way to the hallway "Ouch!" JJ looked around to see if anyone had noticed, before making a mad dash for the door again.
Ted reached over and snatched JJ's half-eaten jelly donut. "Score!" He grinned as the shoved the whole of it into his mouth.
Dee, somewhat disgusted, wandered off in search of Ryo.
---------------------------- "Drake-sempai?" JJ wandered down the halls, looking frantically left and right, before spotting Drake leaning against the wall out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, there you are. JJ flung himself at Drake's feet. "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
Drake squirmed uncomfortably, wishing JJ wouldn't make such a big scene out of everything. "Um, forgive you for what?" Drake asked, helplessly.
"I don't know, but if I happened to make you mad in any way, just know that I'm sorry," JJ said, groveling. Drake grabbed JJ by his ear and yanked him up off the floor.
"Look, you didn't do anything. So there's no need to apologize. I really don't know why I stormed out like that. It was just.stuff, you know." Drake was struggling to say the right thing, but even he couldn't make much sense of his words.
"Okay, that's good. Although I'm sure I would have done something to make you mad eventually," JJ said, rubbing his ear.
"Undoubtedly, but don't apologize for things you haven't done yet. It doesn't work that way," Drake playfully punched JJ's shoulder and grinned.
"I'm really sorry, though.but I'm still not really sure what for." JJ made a confused look, and Drake couldn't help but laugh. "I've got an idea!" JJ emphasized his sudden revelation by slamming his fist into his palm. Drake managed to keep his comments to himself. "I'll take you camping!"
Drake chuckled at his partner's apparent over-enthusiasm. "Sorry, but I'm all out of vacation time at the moment."
"No, I mean right here! I mean, we don't have to leave the city right? Oooh, we can do it tonight! In the park, with marshmallows and rabid raccoons and trees and grass and-" Drake cut JJ off before he could continue.
"I don't think the governor will appreciate us camping in the middle of central park," Drake pointed out.
"Oooh, that's so unreasonable. Why have a park then? It would have been such fun, too." JJ look dejected.
Drake growled, knowing he would regret his next words. "Actually, I sort of know a spot."
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The next thing Drake knew, he was on top of his apartment complex fiddling with a heap of camping equipment.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Drake asked JJ as the latter tampered with the frame of the tent. Watching JJ struggle to find a way to connect the two poles together was giving him anxiety.
JJ paused and started out into space, considering this. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he admitted, "but it's fun." JJ started to fiddle with the frame some more.
Drake tried to avoid watching him, but that wasn't helping. He started to count to ten, but he never made it to the final number. He kneeled down beside JJ and snatched the framework from him. "Geez, you're going to break it. Let me do it." JJ pouted, looking rejected. "Oh, please don't give me that face. Here, I've go an important mission for you." JJ perked up, but was disappointed when Drake handed him a canteen. "Go fill this up with water."
"That's not an important mission, that's just a frivolous task you handed me to get rid of me," JJ whined, but he took the canteen and stood up anyway. When JJ got back, Drake was still trying to fit together the same two poles.
Drake growled and made a face. "Just don't say anything." He kicked the heaped pile of tent aside.
JJ smiled and handed Drake his canteen. "Say what?" he asked innocently.
"Good boy. So now what?" Drake asked, taking a swig from the canteen.
JJ thought for a moment, humming as his brain worked through possible solutions. "Um, I don't know," he giggled. Then a mischievous grin crossed over his innocent face. "We could always just sleep in your bed."
A sweat-drop formed on the back of Drake's head. "Let's not. I thought you were supposed to be nature boy here. That's the best idea you can come up with?" JJ blinked and stared at him blankly. "Fine. It's summer, anyhow, and I don't expect that it will rain. Do we even really need the tent? The worst we'll have to worry about is mosquitoes."
JJ's smile brightened. "You're so smart, Drake-sempai."
Drake grinned and rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, I know. Amazing, isn't it?"
JJ nodded.
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After trying to convince JJ for half an hour that hunting wild game in New York City was implausible, the two settled on Sushi. JJ still had doubts, though. He'd seen plenty of tomcats and fattened pigeons just begging to be eaten on the way to the restaurant, and even a couple fried rats would do. Sushi wasn't really authentic camping food, but it was tasty. He'd find a way to get Drake to cover the bill, like he always did. Originally, JJ would offer sex in exchange for Drake covering the bill, but Drake would never take his part of the offer. Straight men sure are weird.
Back at the camp site, aka the roof of Drake's apartment building, Drake was trying to convince JJ that it wasn't practical to share a sleeping bag. Well, it wasn't really a campsite, considering there was no tent, it was about 2 blocks away from the nearest tree, and it was a couple feet away from the whole of civilization, but they had to make due with what they had.
"Look, what if a bear came? Wouldn't it be better if he ate only one of us, instead of both at the same time?" Drake tried.
JJ clung to Drake tightly. "I wouldn't want you to die alone." Stars lit up JJ's eyes. "We could die together! I would be so romantic!"
Drake growled and tried to struggle out of JJ's grasp. "What makes you think I'm the one who'll get eaten?" he asked as he pushed JJ's face away from his own.
"Because you're yummier," JJ replied, before pointing to the empty space behind Drake. "Look, the bears!" he exclaimed.
Drake wasn't taking the bait. He pointed sternly to the floor, where JJ's sleeping bag lay crumpled in a heap. JJ pouted and slid to the floor to try to make sense out of the tangled mass. Drake sat down a few feet away and worked on his own. Why was he putting himself through this, he wondered. He liked spending time with JJ, but sometimes he could be, well, a spaz. Drake signed and looked over to check on his partner's progress. JJ was completely focused on trying to get the zipper on its tract. Still, sometimes he was pretty adorable.Drake shook his head and turned his attention back to his own bag. He couldn't be thinking about things like that, everything was already complicated enough. Drake rubbed his eyes and unzipped his sleeping bag, but he found it hard to stop watching JJ out of the corner of his eye. He felt an all-too-familiar tug in his pants. Where the hell did that come from?! No, bad Drake, bad. "Shut up," he told himself. "We're not going there."
"Going where?" JJ asked from nearby. Drake startled and turned to see JJ peering over his shoulder. "Aren't you done yet? I thought I was the incompetent one." JJ grinned and ruffled Drake's hair. "Let me do it." JJ snatched the sleeping bag out of Drake's hands and began to fuss with the zipper, despite the fact that Drake was already finished. Drake leaned back and made it a point to stare at the wall. He needed to get these disturbing thoughts out of his head before he ended up doing something he would later regret. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------
Drake watched the all too soothing outline of JJ's chest as it rose and fell with every breath. The two had had to temporary relinquish the lighting on the roof for some time so they would get a decent night of sleep. Actually, they had just broken all the light bulbs because neither of them could figure out a nonviolent way to put them out. Eventually they were satisfied when they had reached a reasonable amount of darkness. Irregardless, Drake just couldn't get himself to sleep.
What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about this, now? Drake promised himself he would ignore his screwed up emotions and just go to sleep, but he couldn't help but watch JJ, mere inches away from him, resting peacefully. I wonder if he's sleeping.
"What if he wasn't? What the hell are you going to do about it?" Drake asked himself mentally. Nothing, of course. What could he do? "That's right, because you're too chicken-shit to listen to your own wants. Maybe you should try to actually commit to something for once." Drake frowned. When did he become so self-abusive? To shut the voice in his head up, Drake turned over and faced the other direction. Still, the unrelenting nagging in the back of his mind (and in the crotch of his pants) just wouldn't quit. "Alright," Drake thought to himself as he turned back to watch JJ's resting outline. "I've got five minutes to do something." Drake sighed. He hoped to God he wouldn't screw up, as he began to visually trace JJ's silhouette against the city's lights. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
JJ traced what he thought was the big dipper with his eyes, but with so much light pollution it was hard to tell. What he thought had been Cygnus had turned out to be a couple of airplanes. He tried to make out the entire bear, but even squinting, he could barely manage. He knew there would be a star at the tip for the nose, and then its legs would rest under the scoop part, but it was really too bright to tell. From it's position in the sky, he guessed it was around midnight. See, he really did know some stuff.
JJ was making up a name for another cluster of airplanes when suddenly he felt Drake's arm wrap around his waist. Before he could say anything, his partner nuzzled the side of his neck. All of a sudden, the two were oh-so-very close. JJ's breathing literary stopped. He kept staring up at the sky, afraid that if he looked over at Drake he would see that his partner was fast asleep or not really there to begin with. JJ didn't have to look.
"What are you looking at?" Drake asked softly. His breath tickled JJ's face. The hair on the back of JJ's neck tingled, along with some other things. JJ tried to process Drake's question, but he was finding it suddenly hard to concentrate. How did Drake expect him to carry on a normal conversation like this?! He was so cruel sometimes.
"I, I was just thinking," JJ stated, his voice weak.
Drake began to trace his fingers slowly up JJ's shirt. He scooted even closer still, and JJ could feel his partner's whole body pressed up against his own. Needless to say, JJ liked it. "About what?" Drake whispered in his ear quietly.
JJ turned his face to the side to look at Drake, and found his face just mere inches away. What's more, Drake's hand was starting to take a downward course. It was already, snaking under the elastic of JJ's boxers. JJ couldn't help it any more. If this wasn't a come on, he didn't know what was. He wasn't that dense. He closed the few inches between his mouth and Drake's. Unlike all the other times, Drake did not pull away. Instead, he cupped the back of JJ's head with his other hand, and began to probe JJ's mouth with his tongue. JJ matched his partner's every move eagerly.
When they pulled apart for air, both wear panting. Drake's left hand stroked JJ's hair as his right hand was inside his underwear, cupping him. JJ could die a happy man right now. No, wait, then he wouldn't get to have sex. JJ could die a happy man in about eight to fifteen minutes from now. Maybe even less, from the ways things were going.
"Are.are you feeling okay," JJ asked, and then winced. If that wasn't a mood killer, he didn't know what else was.
Instead of snapping out of what had to be, in JJ's mind, some drug induced state of horniness, Drake grinned and kissed JJ's neck. "Don't worry. I want this." To emphasize his point, he began to rub the inside of JJ's thigh, and then traced his hand around to his partner's backside. When he started to probe the outside of JJ's opening, JJ was ecstatic, then startled, then ecstatic again, followed by more startled- ness. JJ had always assumed he was the one doing all the probing. This wasn't really suited for his aggressive nature. Then again, Drake was used to being in control. JJ's internal argument was settled as Drake's fingers snaked deeper into him. All right, JJ would let him have him, but just this once.
JJ moaned and turned away from Drake, giving his partner a better angle to work with. He pushed himself back into Drake's chest, and Drake began to nibble on his ear.
"Drake," JJ said softly after a few minutes. "I'm ready." JJ was cut off when Drake covered his mouth with his own. Drake pulled away, and then began to scan the area frantically. Damn, he needed something. He knew he hadn't thought this through thoroughly. He could always run down to his room, but that would just kill the mood. He reached for a nearby bag with his free hand and began to dig through it.
During his search, JJ's hand reached up and grabbed a bottle of something. "Citronella fluid?" Drake said, reading the label. "Will that work?"
"Who cares? Do you have a better idea?" JJ asked. Drake shrugged and took the bottle. He wasn't really in the position to argue, and he was having enough trouble trying to keep from triggering as it was. JJ giggled as Drake began to apply the scented repellent.
Drake grinned and kissed JJ's cheek. "No commentary from you, now." This made JJ giggle even more. Drake shoved the bottle away, and shifted his partner so that he was lying on his belly beneath him. Gently Drake nibbled on the back of JJ's neck. The fingers of his right hands probed some more while he began to play with JJ's nipples with his left hand. JJ kept alternating between moaning and giggling, and he tilted his head so that Drake could kiss him. A few moments later, Drake reached down and raised his partner's hips. When he got was what he assumed would be the proper angle (having never really done this before, hew was a little unsure of himself, as you could imagine) he-
Sorry, due to NC-17 nature of the rest of this scene, it has to be cut short. Fanfiction.net is such a bitch. It was getting good too. To get an idea of what you're missing, I've asked Bikky to reenact the scene for you in a family appropriate way.
Bikky steps up on a staged. The silhouette of Drake mounting JJ can be seen the distance behind him. Bikky pulls out to snap together models of Gundam Wing Gundams (Deathscythe and Sandrock, if you're into that sort of thing.) and positions the Gundams so that Deathscythe is mounted on a bent-over Sandrock. He then begins to bump them together rhythmically. For your entertainment pleasure, he's decided to add dialog for you.
"Ooooh, Drake, that feels so good."
"God, JJ, you're so tight."
"Oh, right there. Just like that. Oh yeah."
"Oh fuck yeah. C'mon, you know you like it bitch."
"Wow, Drake, you're so big. Screw me harder."
"Shut up, you're killing it. I'm doing you hard enough already"
"I said harder, whore!"
"You slut!"
"No, wait, don't put that there."
"Sorry!"
Bikky began to bang the Gundams together.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."
"Oh shit. Yeah. Ah."
*snap*
Bikky shrieked as part of his Deathsycthe model snapped off. "That took me three fucking hours to build! Damnit." Bikky storms of angrily.
And scene.
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Author's nonsense returns: How was it? Was it good for you, too? The next installment, should I write it (which, by the way, depends on you faithful readers) will have some more naughtiness, but funniness to. I promise Dee-sempai will be there. Really, now would I lie to you? Until next time.