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8-Almost

JJ couldn't believe what he was doing. Neither could the people he was doing this to.

"So," JJ continued, "I've been an asshole these past few weeks. Just a lot of…um…stress. And I took out my anger on you… two, and that, uh…that wasn't right. So…I'm sorry."

"Well." Drake was taken aback at the scratchy but sincere apology. "You have been a complete jerk off to us, but I think it's safe to say we both forgive you."

"Yes," Cyndi chimed in with that ridiculous smile. "We forgive you." JJ doubted that from coming from her. Even though she tends to be nice to him, he's not stupid when he knows people hate him and are wishing him to burn in Hell.

JJ ignored her, not caring if she liked him or not. He asked Drake, "Still friends?"

"But of course," Drake replied. A mischievous grin flittered onto his face. "Since this dumb fight is over, maybe I should ask you now."

Cyndi giggled. "You should. It'll probably make him feel better."

"Alright." Drake smiled toothily at his friend. "I want you to be my Best Man."

"Woah." JJ's face twitched. "Me?"

"Yeah."

JJ felt honored, but at the same time he knew that it'd be a big mistake. "Why me?"

Drake chuckled. "You're my best bud, no matter how awful you treat me."

"But--like what do I do?"

"You don't know silly?" Cyndi giggled. "Keep the rings safe, give a toast, throw the bachelor party, and make sure the groom doesn't chicken out."

JJ thought about these for a moment. He wasn't forgetful, but he was known for losing things. He must've lost his keys five times, wallet once, and even larger items as well. Writing thoughtful words and giving speeches has never been his forte. Planning parties he could do; planning straight parties he could not. Forcing Drake to marry when he wanted to escape was just plain wrong. In all, JJ was probably the worst candidate for the job.

"I'll do it," JJ concluded. He gave the future married couple a grin. Inside his mind, evil cackling echoed and he could picture himself growing horns and holding a pitchfork. He was going to make this a catastrophe.

In February, part one was in effect and going smoothly. As much as JJ hated to do it, he had to be nice to Cyndi. As long as she didn't suspect anything, he was just going to come across really ditzy come wedding time. She seemed to trust him enough, maybe too much. Cue evil cackling.

Cyndi was on some business trip for whoever she worked for. She had told JJ to make sure her fiancé didn't cheat around with any other women while she was gone. JJ had mentally squealed at that point, noticing the lack of the word 'men' in her directions. She never said her precious 'Silly-Pee' couldn't mess around with, let's say, a sexy Ewan McGregor.

Even better, it just so happened that she was gone the fourteenth. That means no Valentine's Day for the lovebirds.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" JJ rolled around on his bed excitedly. It would just be him and Drake, all alone…together. "WEEEE!" JJ howled with laughter at the mental image of Cyndi-Lou-Who finding out her Silly-Pee boinked another man. He heard his door creak open, and saw his image of lust enter.

"What's so funny?" Drake asked loud enough to be heard over the fit of giggles. "I could hear you all the way downstairs."

"Woooo." JJ breathed in deeply, letting his laughter fade. "Come here," he ordered while patting the bed. Drake arched an eyebrow, but did as he was told. They stared at each other for the longest time. Drake's face had scrunched up, while JJ had a big grin on his face.

"What exactly do you want?" Drake asked somewhat irritated.

"Teehee." JJ flung himself at his partner, pinning him to the bed. Drake struggled helplessly, forgetting how strong the smaller man actually was. He quit moving, knowing it was a losing battle. JJ leaned down, stopping an inch away from Drake's face.

"What are you doing, JJ?"

"I'm turning you on with my sexiness."

Drake chuckled, "Turning me off with your scariness."

JJ sat up straight, straddling his partner's hips. He poked at the area below Drake's belt and waited for a response of a certain kind. "Damn. Nothing happened."

Drake's eyes widened as JJ continued poking him, trying to get a rise. JJ jabbed him one last time rather harshly, a yelp of pain escaping through Drake's dry lips. "Get off me," Drake snarled, pushing JJ in the chest.

JJ jumped off and landed on the floor in one swift movement. He turned and swished his hips enticingly. "Let's go downstairs," JJ ordered. He grabbed a callused hand and dragged his friend all the way down. Drake groaned, wondering what the younger man had up his sleeve.

JJ let go of Drake's hand when they reached the living room. Drake felt like he should run for it, but ended up sprawled out on the couch. JJ went over to a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle. He held it up and grinned.

"I figured," JJ said, "that maybe you'd like to get drunk." He swung the bottle alluringly by his fingertips.

A grin crept onto Drake's face. "I like that idea."

Together they shared the strong liquor, passing the bottle between each other. JJ couldn't chance getting tipsy himself. He secretly clamped his lips tight and pretended to drink, leaving Drake to be the one to finish off the whole bottle. It didn't take long before JJ saw the goofiness take place. Drake was a terrible drunk, always spitting out spontaneous secrets. And JJ wanted to take advantage of that well-known fact.

"So, Drake," JJ said, "how excited are you for this June?"

"June? Oh, the wedding…" Drake fell onto his back, pulling JJ on top of him like a blanket. The younger detective felt awkward as he laid precariously on top of his infatuation. He felt strong hands rub on his back, softly kneading to pull out some knots. JJ couldn't help the moan that escaped; he didn't realize how tense he was.

Drake chuckled. "Stop making sex sounds. They're turning me on terribly," he joked.

JJ laid his head down on the chest below him. He could hear the soft beat of a heart. The hands were still running up and down his back in a slow, mesmerizing way. "You never answered my question," he whispered.

"Which one was that?" Drake muttered.

"If you were excited about your wedding."

"Oh. No."

"You aren't?" He lifted his head and peered into amber eyes.

"No way."

"Why?"

"Dunno."

"Don't you love her?"

"Dunno."

JJ's heart skipped a beat. "You don't know, but yet you asked her to marry you?"

"'Swas a mistake."

"Oh?" JJ's evil mind cackling acted up again. "Do you love someone else?"

Drake pursed his lips and closed his eyes tightly in thought. "Maybe. I'm not sure."

JJ's heart had started thundering madly in his chest. He was slightly nervous, but yet he so desperately wanted to kiss the lips mere inches from his own. If it went badly, he could play drunk or perhaps he'd get lucky and Drake would forget.

He was ready to do it. But as he prepared, the last thing he expected happened. Their lips smashed together, but it wasn't he who had done it. Drake was the one who took the initiative.

JJ's mind was a blur. It was more passionate than the one on the precinct's roof. Every touch burned fire and left his skin scorching. Every touch of lips tasted of alcohol with a hint of something unique to Drake. As the need overcame his rational thoughts, JJ let himself go.

They slid to the floor; touching, rubbing, kissing. Every thought imaginable vanished; only desire clear. Blood pumped through his body, every ounce flowing downward. JJ could feel the apparent arousal below, which only fueled to his own.

JJ slipped his hands clumsily over Drake's muscled body, tugging desperately at the restraining clothing. He quickly tore off the shirt and began to fumble with the belt. He slithered the leather out of the loops and threw it across the room. His hands lingered on the button of Drake's jeans.

He gazed deep into Drake's dilated eyes, which were so lust filled, JJ thought he would go over the edge right then. He managed to undo the metal button, tearing down the zipper quickly afterward. To JJ's complete happiness, the man underneath him started to moan for more. He was more than happy to comply.

JJ kissed his way down the toned chest. He accidentally bit down when a sharp sound resonated inside startled him. It was too far away for him to care. He resumed his previous activities, only to be interrupted again by the same noise that sounded like something closing. Drake must've heard it too, because his entire body froze and eyes widened. JJ raised himself up on his knees and looked around the room.

"Nothing," JJ murmured. He gave Drake a sly smile. "We're acting like we're doing something wrong," JJ noted. Drake was motionless and brown eyes had a frightened look in them. Panic began to rise in JJ's stomach as Drake kept his petrified disposition.

"We--what are," Drake mumbled incoherently. "We…can't."

"Why not?" JJ snapped. They had come so far and now he was backing out?

"I'm…I'm…" Drake fumbled for the right choice of words. He leaned up on his elbows and assessed the situation as best he could with a drunken mind. He was lying on the floor bare-chested, with pants unbuttoned and JJ straddling his chest, fully clothed, but they were ruffled and out of place. Both were panting heavily, and excitement clearly visible.

Drake started to scoot himself from underneath JJ's body. "We really shouldn't be doing this." He seemed to have sobered up completely, which told JJ he had acted to quickly before Drake was in a complete stupor.

JJ felt Drake's body disappear from under him, and couldn't help the sting in his heart. He almost had him.

He watched as Drake slithered away, grabbing a hold of his discarded shirt and ran as fast as he could upstairs.

JJ swallowed the lump in his throat. It hadn't ended as he had hoped, but he still got more than enough. They had shared one searing hot moment, and Drake proved he wasn't exactly adverse to the idea.

He was much closer--but still had the biggest obstacle to climb.