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12-Insecurities Part II

Drake faltered. "Are you, uh, done with the toast yet?" It didn't seem like the question he was going to originally ask, and JJ didn't like this one.

JJ's face dropped. "Whoops."

"JJ!" Drake gave him a disappointed look. JJ pulled a napkin towards him and picked a pen from his pocket. He wrote down a few words and shoved it across the table to Drake.

Drake scanned it over and read, "'The Toast. By the bestest person in the world: JJ Adams.'" He eyed his friend. "Uh huh. Well, let me read it when your finished." He got up and strolled over to his gargantuan family.

JJ continued to write, and realized half way through, he could not write worth crap. He read down his messy script and scowled.

I wish Cyndi would die

My love for Drake is truly divine

I wish Drake were gay

Where is my rendition of 'Come What May?'

"I suck," JJ stated and crumpled up the napkin. He pulled another one toward him, this time doodling all over it. He created a small battle with stick figures. JJ drew a special stick figure to represent himself, giving it knives and guns to kill the crazy-haired people, who were to correspond to Cyndi and her family. To be fair, he gave them weapons as well; if you considered banjos and fishing poles to be weapons. Looking over his drawing, he realized he was no artist either.

He continued killing the stick-hillbillies, barely realizing someone was talking about him. JJ raised his eyes briefly, seeing Cyndi's mother giving some sort of speech. All he heard was, "Blah blah blah, Mr. Adams, blah blah blah, fine job, blah blah blah best wishes." She smiled toothily at the end, urging JJ to rip out all those yellowing teeth and smack her in the face with each one. JJ turned back to his little massacre and added small squares being thrown at an insane-faced stick figure.

Some time later, a buffet was finally set out and the dining began. JJ was still by himself, and for the first time that night, very glad he was. The food choked down his throat, and he about hawked up both lungs. He did manage to catch some side-talk, all of it very boring and mundane. However, he about spit out his mouthful of sandwich when he overheard Cyndi's two sisters talking.

"Cyndi seems so stressed," Scarlet noted. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her lean down closer to her sister. She whispered, "And it's not because of the wedding."

"What do you mean?" Dixie asked quietly.

Scarlet leaned in even closer and muttered, "She's pregnant." Her sister shrieked with glee. They continued to chatter, but JJ was too busy keeping down his food to listen.

It wasn't possible. No way in hell. Drake had told him they were waiting until they were married so Cyndi's father didn't kill him. JJ's stomach churned uncomfortably.

His eyes landed on Cyndi and Drake. That didn't help the queasiness. He saw them share a quick kiss and that was enough to send himself bolting to the bathroom.

Everything he had forced down emptied back out of his system. JJ slumped against the porcelain toilet, the queasy feeling not hindering one bit. He didn't bother to raise his head when there was a soft knock on the stall door.

"Are you okay in there?" A husky, unfamiliar voice asked on the other side.

"Yes," JJ mumbled into the toilet. He managed to reach over and undo the lock, briefly wondering when he had locked the door behind him. A very handsome, young man stepped in the small space. JJ had seen this man at the party, but hadn't been introduced. JJ noticed the his very pretty blue eyes and the way his silky, black locks fell over them seductively.

"Hey there." The stranger smiled and patted the sick man on the back tenderly. He asked, "Do you want me to take you home?"

Without thinking, JJ let himself be pulled up by strong arms and walked out into the humid night air with his new acquaintance. The man had led him into a taxi, and eventually they ended up in front of JJ's apartment complex. JJ couldn't recall ever telling this guy where he lived. But somehow, both of them ended up standing in JJ's living room. JJ became conscious of the fact his breath wasn't pleasant; rushing to the bathroom to brush his teeth a few good times before returning.

He felt strangely comfortable around this semi-stranger. This man could easily be some pervert psycho killer here to rape and strangle JJ to death. However, JJ didn't feel that crazy vibe like he usually could detect.

"Come over here," the man said. He grabbed a hold of JJ's hands and dragged him to the couch. JJ collapsed onto the soft cushions, allowing the other man to keep an arm around him as they sat. The man kept pushing more boundaries, now slowly caressing JJ's shoulder and moving up to cup his face.

"Your name is JJ, right?" he asked, his face inches away from JJ's.

"Yes," JJ answered, his lips parting for what he knew was coming.

"Good. I'm Kyle." Their lips touched forcefully and the kiss lasted for five breath-defying minutes.

Kyle pulled away first, gazing into JJ's sapphire eyes. He muttered, "It's a shame your taken."

"I'm not taken," JJ murmured. He placed a hand on the back of Kyle's head and brought their mouths together for another mind-blowing kiss. The smaller man forced his new interest back to lie on the couch and climbed atop of him.

JJ started undoing Kyle's belt, letting the other man escape from the assault on his mouth. Kyle gasped out, "Your so fucking hot. Dammit." He bit his lip to stifle a moan. He was quite sure his accomplice, Dee, had never mentioned something like this would happen. The whole reason he was here was to help JJ get with Drake. Somewhere, things took an unexpected, but not unwanted, turn. Hopefully, a certain someone will arrive soon; otherwise, they'll get an eye full.

JJ continued removing clothing from both of them. When JJ paused for a brief moment to stare, Kyle managed to reverse their position so he was on top. He rubbed his soft hands across JJ's toned chest while discreetly checking his watch. They had been gone from the party for a half hour now; the person should arrive any minute, if Dee did what he said would. The sane part of Kyle managed to stall the younger man, while everything else in his mind was screaming to continue.

His efforts were proven successful, as he heard a knock and the sound of a door opening. As if he heard nothing, he latched his lips onto JJ's smooth neck, eliciting moans from the small man.

"Fuck."

Kyle sat up quickly, pretending to be surprised at the intrusion. He stared straight on at his very shocked, high school buddy. "Hi there, Drake."

Drake was slowly approaching the couch, eyes narrowing angrily. "What are you doing here?" he spat. Kyle's eyes shot downward at JJ's petrified face. Daring himself, he rashly planted a firm peck on JJ's quivering lips. JJ's eyes widened, glued on his partner's reaction.

In a blur, the body above JJ disappeared with a crash into the coffee table. Drake had flung himself over the couch and tackled Kyle to the ground. There was screaming and smashing, leaving JJ too stunned to move. Kyle climbed back onto the couch by JJ's feet, kicking and punching out at Drake.

"Get out!" Drake screamed while grabbing Kyle's arm harshly. He swiftly pulled his supposed friend off and onto the floor.

JJ snapped out of his daze and sat up. He snagged the back of Drake's shirt, restraining his partner from moving forward. Drake struggled against JJ's strong hold, reaching out for Kyle. Kyle stood up giving JJ a clear view of his face. JJ saw blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He released Drake and wandered over to his newly found friend.

He reached out tenderly and wiped away the crimson. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"I will be if you kiss it better," Kyle answered, smiling warily.

"The fuck you will be!" Drake slapped Kyle across the face roughly after pushing his partner out of the way. He continued his smack down, wanting to create as much pain as possible.

"Stop it, Drake!" JJ yelled. Drake broke off his assault and eyed his friend oddly.

"Don't tell me you actually--" Drake cut himself short.

"Jealous, Drake?" Kyle smirked almost evilly. Drake glared daggers at him and pursed his lips in anger. Kyle continued, "You are jealous. But what for? Is it because of our precious time together," he grinned maliciously, "or because you want this sexy thing all for yourself?"

"You two…?" JJ questioned, staring at the two beaten-up men.

"No--!"

Drake was cut off by Kyle explaining, "Yes. Back in high school. That was one hot night."

"No!" Drake hollered. He turned to JJ. "It wasn't like that. We never--"

"Oh, shut up," Kyle interrupted again. "I was in love with this idiot and apparently you are too!" He pointed a finger at JJ. "But just like then, he is too afraid to admit he's even somewhat attracted to men."

Kyle glared at Drake viciously. "Don't you dare let him go," he screeched at Drake. "From what I've heard and the little time I've known him, JJ seems like an amazing man. Don't let your own insecurities get in the way. Be a man and fess up to what you are…before it's too late." Kyle snagged his discarded clothing, putting them on as he stomped out of the apartment.

JJ turned to his partner warily. Carefully, he asked, "Did you two really have…a thing?"

Drake turned away, rubbing at his swollen cheek. He softly murmured, "Only one night. That was it. We didn't do anything…er, real strenuous…" He faced JJ again. "How could you?"

JJ turned on the defensive. "What do you mean, 'how could I?' You don't own me!"

"But with him--"

Anger started boiling inside. JJ yelled, "At least someone gives a damn about me! I give you everything, but you toss me to the side! You lead me on like crazy, but yet I don't have a single fucking chance in hell! So fuck you, Drake Parker. I hope you have a fan-fucking-tastic life with your wife and baby."

"…baby?"

JJ slapped his partner hard. "Don't even lie to me!"

"What baby!" Drake questioned loudly, rubbing his other cheek.

"Isn't she pregnant!"

"Where in the hell did you hear that!"

"Her sisters!"

"She's not pregnant!"

"How the hell would you know!"

"We've done stuff, but we've never screwed! That's how I know!"

JJ paused. "…You haven't?"

"No! Her dad would kill me if he found out!"

"Oh." JJ backed off, but he was still fuming. He was angry, frustrated, and brokenhearted. This time, though, he remained calm, finally winning the battle over his tears. He started up the stairs, wishing to never see Drake ever again.

Drake wouldn't be so cooperative though. Drake followed his partner all the way into his bedroom. JJ ignored him completely, throwing the door in his face. Still, Drake wouldn't let go. He came in slowly, watching for any flying objects. JJ didn't have anything spare to toss, so Drake was safe.

JJ climbed into bed, covering his head with his sheets. He felt a dip on the mattress and scooted away. He closed his eyes and tried to drown out Drake's pleas and apologies.

"You said we'd always be friends," JJ heard a muffled voice say. "You're breaking your promise." JJ didn't want to mention that Drake has broken every single one of his, so why should it matter if JJ broke one in his entire lifetime? "You're acting selfish." JJ wanted to blurt out that he wasn't the only one.

There was a long silence, JJ almost falling asleep in the interval. Halfway between slumber and alertness, he felt the covers being slid off of him. Too tired to care, he let them go. Sleep began to overtake him. He was slightly aware of a warm breath and gentle lips placed on his cheek.

Almost like it was in the far off distance, he heard a quiet voice say, "I can't lose you, JJ. You're the world to me. I'm so scared and confused. I need you with me. I don't think I can live without you. I think I…no. What if I do the wrong thing? What if the person I love the most isn't her? Maybe I love…you…"

JJ fell into deep sleep. Everything he had barely heard was now a dream; it wasn't real. Neither were the fingertips lightly brushing across his skin or the faint peck on his lips.

"Ouch. That must've hurt." Dee pressed a cold, wet washcloth on Kyle's face.

"Nah. I'm a masochist."

"Uh huh." Dee asked, "So, how did it go?"

Kyle sighed heavily at the nightmarish memory. "Couldn't have asked for better timing. With JJ getting sick, it was easy to get him alone. Thing is, he got a little, um, frisky. Luckily, you must've told Drake JJ went home at the right time, otherwise…woo. But I got everything out on the table. JJ knows about me and Drake; Drake knows JJ loves him. The only part left is for Drake's decision."

"Which, hopefully, he'll admit the truth before next weekend," Dee said.

Kyle looked at the bloody rag Dee held up to his face. "The things I do for friends."