A/N: Chapter title borrowed from Rufus Wainwright. And yes, I do think JJ is a sexy beast who does tantalizing things to others. Rawr

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2- Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk

Considering the minimal amount of belongings, it didn't take more than a day before Drake was settled into his new home. His friends decided to help out; however, it proved to be unhelpful than beneficial. Dee decided to make himself comfortable on the sofa and be dictator. Ryo was 'declared' watch-dog by Dee, only to be distracted by his lover's mouth and hands. As the two lovebirds made out on the couch, JJ was sitting on the floor having a heyday with Drake's photo albums. Ted was the whiner, complaining about anything and everything. And Marty decided after two boxes to play magician and disappear. So it was all up to Drake.

Drake's memory of the place he'd visited months ago must've been warped. JJ's apartment seemed to be twice the size he remembered. It had two floors, the main living quarters on the first floor, the bedrooms on the second. Throughout the entire apartment, it had sleek wood floors with perfectly matched furniture. The main coloring seemed to be all the hues of blue. The most high-tech gadgets and gizmos were perched on tables and hung on walls. The windows were long and wide, giving the perfect view of the city. Big French doors opened up to a large deck that overlooked another side of the city. In other words, Drake was in a complete paradise compared to where he had been previously.

Besides the amazing environment he now lived in, there was even a better part. It was all paid for. No rent, no monthly payments whatsoever. JJ had said a million times that he didn't want one cent from Drake, that his company was enough. And if that's what JJ insisted, who was Drake to deny him?

After a hard day's work, Drake found himself lounging on the porch that had the excellent view of the cityscape. He took a drag on his cigarette and watched the wind carry away the exhaled smoke. He looked to his side and watched Dee perform a similar action. Ryo and JJ were currently inside, both not wanting to chance secondhand smoke. Ted had taken off long ago, claiming he had a date.

Drake flicked the remaining cigarette butt over the railing. Before it even hit the ground, he had pulled out a new one and lit it.

"Becoming a chain smoker?" Dee asked while sending his own cigarette remains over the edge. The question lingered in the air before Drake answered, "Just celebrating."

Dee nodded as he stretched in the lounge chair. "How are you going to live in such an elaborate place, Drakey?" Dee playfully hit his friend in the arm.

Drake smiled. "Oh, I think I'll manage." He laughed as he saw Dee roll his eyes. "You're just jealous." He pointed an accusing finger in Dee's face. The raven-haired man raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Jealous? Of what? JJ?" He snorted. "Hell, I could've had this place--he certainly would've let me. It's not the living space that would've worried me, it's who's occupying it."

Drake's face turned cold. He harshly responded, "He's a good guy. You're always putting him down--"

"Drake!" Dee interrupted as he held up a hand. "You're right--I'm a cruel and heartless bastard."

"Yes, you are." Drake crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. Dee laughed inwardly at his friend's disposition. At the same time, another feeling permeated into his mind. A feeling he shouldn't be experiencing. He couldn't quite place it, but it was almost a sense of fear or apprehension. He scrunched his eyebrows together, a habit when he thinks too hard or gets baffled by a particular issue.

At that moment, the glass doors to the inside pushed open and out stepped the half-Japanese with JJ.

"'Ello." Dee reached out for his lover and pulled him onto his lap. Halfheartedly, Ryo struggled against the strong arms but let himself fall back into an embrace. JJ and Drake's eyes locked and simultaneously rolled their eyes and shared muffled snickers. JJ jerked his head towards the door and motioned for Drake to come inside. Tossing his smoke away, Drake followed his new roommate.

They sauntered to the kitchen, JJ heading for the refrigerator while Drake took seat by the large oak table. Drake listened to the blonde's tirade about this and that. He couldn't help but smile at the almost childlike behavior as JJ squeezed out chocolate into his just-poured cup of milk, then licked his fingers sloppily after it spilled on his hand.

He brought his glass and spoon over and took a seat next to Drake. He continued his story about some guy named Scott and how he used poured chocolate all over his body and strutted through the streets bellowing, "Lick me! I taste just like a Hershey's bar!" Drake was less interested in the story, dedicating all his attention to what JJ's mouth was doing in between sentences.

He watched open-mouthed as moist lips curled around the spoon and licked off the sweet remnants. The silverware was pulled out slowly and tossed on the table. The drag of the spoon left a chocolate trail on JJ's soft lips and chin. Drake became totally mesmerized as a pink tongue darted out and sensually licked away the streak.

Drake almost let out a groan, but stopped the sound in his throat. If this was any indicator of what life was going to be like, he was in danger.

Dee let out a howl of laughter. He and Ryo were watching their two friends from outside through the glass doors.

"Look at Drake's face!" Dee shrieked. "Oh my fucking God, he looks like he's about to come right there!" Ryo slapped his lover's arm. Dee moved around in his seat to get a different angle. "I swear our little closeted friend has a stiffy," he said with an enormous grin. Quickly, Ryo pushed Dee aside and stuck his head where Dee's had been previously. He gazed through the glass, his dark eyes flashing back and forth between his coworkers.

"Oh!" Ryo exclaimed. "I think he does!"

"Of course he does!" Dee proclaimed. "Look what JJ is doing." He pointed to the man slowly licking his fingers.

Ryo turned to face his lover. "Do you think JJ realizes what he's doing to Drake?"

Dee raised an ebony eyebrow in a perfect arch. "Honey, we are talking about JJ. The same JJ who is expressively sexual, makes a pass at anything that moves--well, only if it has a dick--and need sex as much as oxygen."

It was Ryo's turn to look skeptical. "I think you're over exaggerating."

"No, probably underestimating."

They continued gaping through the door as JJ continued to erotically pleasure his chocolate milk. Drake still had his eyes glued to every movement, his jaw slack and pants getting a bit too tight.

Dee smirked. "Drake is in a load of trouble."

Back inside, Drake realized his growing problem. He quickly excused himself and ran into the bathroom. JJ chuckled to himself and winked in the direction of the French doors. He saw two heads disappear in a flash.

"Told you JJ knew what he was doing," Dee whispered. He sneaked a peek at JJ and saw him waving gleefully back at him. The raven-haired man smiled sheepishly and waved back. JJ replied with licking his lips, jerking his hand up and down, and then pointing to the area where the bathroom was located.

Ryo was now gaping at the blonde's actions. "Is he trying to say…?"

"Uh huh."

"So Drake is…?"

"Yep."

"So we should…?"

"Definitely." Dee pulled his lover to his feet and they opened the doors. JJ looked completely smitten and was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"Well, happy trails!" Dee waved goodbye to the man perched on the counter. "Be a good boy." He winked and led Ryo out by the hand.

As soon as JJ heard the door click shut, he jumped off the countertop and crept through the hallway quietly. As he approached the closed bathroom door, he slid up to it without a sound and pressed an ear to the dark wood.

The first thing he heard was a string of curses. That was quickly followed by a murmur of some sort and JJ could've sworn he had just said his name. But it wasn't a moan like JJ wanted, but more of a growl--an angry, perturbed growl. Like some small dog that tries to act like it's three times it's actual size, but would scamper away at the sight of a kitten.

A mental image of a Shih Tzu with Drake's face suddenly stuck JJ's mind. He snorted back a laugh, and realized, a little too late, that his partner could've easily have heard him. The door opened in a swish, revealing a hot-faced Drake "The very disturbing dog" Parker.

"Ha..ha…hahaha…." JJ slowly backed away as the brown-haired man took a step forward. In JJ's mind, he had a clear picture of how things could evolve from here, how things will, and how things won't. Drake was slowly stepping forward, pushing the smaller man against the wall and smashing their lips together. Or he could've stomped off in pure disgust. But, knowing his partner way too much, JJ knew what Drake would do. And sure enough, it was exactly as expected.

There was no kiss, no uproar of rage, just a shy smile followed by an embarrassed laugh. JJ joined in on the awkward laughter. As long a Drake wasn't angry with him, JJ would be happy. Or so he wanted to believe.