Disclaimer: I don't own Fake, Sanami Matoh-sama does. Welcome to the wonderful world of FanFiction! It's addicting, get used to it (I quite the addicting substance known as coffee at age 15, but do not suggest or even think that I should quite FanFiction. IT WILL NOT HAPPEN (even if I own nothing).).
Warning: Now it really goes without saying for a book about a guy who isn't sure and the Bi man that pursues him restlessly. Besides the main pairing is Drake and JJ so this fic DOES contain SHOUNEN-AI (meaning two guys Kissin' and Cuddlin'!) and possibly YAOI (meaning an explicit sex scene(s) between two guys).
Author's Note: I don't own a lot of things in this chapter for ex. CSI, Bonkers, Fisherprice (sp?), and much more. Also even if my passport say I'm a south Cali girl (born in Orange county thank you) I haven't been to LA recently enough to remember anything, I also know nothing of football. And I stole the ice cream scene from Eerie Queerie, because it is entertaining.
NeekerBreeker (FF. net): I had thought that I had heard Drake with a Jill before and I must admit now that you mention it, it must have been your fic and I apologize (if you want me to change the name I will). As you and other reviewers have stated my sense of humor is not appreciated and therefore my warning is shortened. I do not use beta readers and will continue as such. May I remind you there is many forms of English in the world and that one such as yourself may be exposed to a completely different form of English as myself, but I will take your words into consideration. People look for the logical in everything and first to mind when any cop is sent to the hospital was "what happened?" or "how'd he get shot?" and not some trivial pointless body part. It wasn't that JJ wished Drake shot, he was just in shock. Although I am quite certain that the small blue dragonfly looking-things are not dragonflies, I will just pretend. These insects compared to JJ there are many similarities, blue bodies vs. Blue eyes and hair, small vs. short, rarely seen alone vs. preferred to be rarely seen alone. And with that it is a subconscious nickname.
I apologize for the long author's note. Happy Reading!
Na
Three Packs a Day: Queer Revelations (that Defy All You Know)
Chapter 2: I'm Thankful this is Not My Family
It was a couple days before thanksgiving, the leaves were brown and falling to the ground the crisp smell that promised snow and the sweet smell of the decaying leaves clung to the air of New York along with the city smog and chestnut venders that littered the streets. It was the smell and look of autumn the precious few months before snow blanketed to earth or at lest New York.
Inside an old fourth story office, sat three men the two by the window and the lone silvery-blue haired detective. Who sighed for what the black haired man tallied being the thirtieth time since he began the whole tally. Growling in frustration he threw down the pen and pad of paper in an indignant huff.
Inky dark eyes rose along with a slender tan eyebrow, the questioning glance behind the glasses. The one the green-eyed detective knew as "What's the matter? You better start doing work soon, or you won't get what you want". The brave Japanese-American chanced a glance at the roughly discarded pad reading the title and quickly summing up the tally. Fixing his glasses Ryo turned his attention to the sighing office mate. Peering over his glasses Ryo watched the man for a moment, he was hunched over his desk nervously taping his fingers on his left hand while his right supported his head, his eyes rolled skyward, and he sighed again. "Okay JJ, what's wrong?"
Said officer jumped at the sound of his name; leaning back he placed a hand over his racing heart, meeting the gaze of the brown haired detective before looking away, "Nothing Ryo-senpai."
"JJ," warned Dee.
JJ sighed again, "I'm flying to LA tomorrow, I have the rest of the week off, so I'm going to visit my parents for Thanksgiving."
"That sounds great JJ, what are you so worried about?" replied Ryo with an easy smile slipping his glasses off.
"They want me to invite my boyfriend," whispered JJ.
"Well you're single aren't you? Just tell them," answered Dee.
JJ brushed a hand through his hair and sighed for the thirty-fourth time since the count began, "Well you see I'm an only child and my mother wants grandchildren, and my father believes that it is a phase that once I realize that I'll never truly be happy with another man. That being gay is just about lust that I'll return to women. But what he doesn't realize is that I've always been gay I've never liked woman. If I was bi than I think they would accept it more, but I'm not."
The room was silent for a minute, before Ryo suggested, "How about bringing a friend? That way your parents can see even though you may not have a boyfriend, that you have friends, and are happy."
JJ pondered what Ryo said and a small smile graced his lips, "That might work Ryo-senpai! But who will I bring with me?"
"Well Ryo and I are working; do you have any friends outside of work?" asked Dee. JJ just shook his head.
Little did the three know, but Drake had been listening to the conversation outside the office door since around the time that JJ explained about his family, there was a frown marring his face now and the four coffees from the first floor lay basically forgotten in the box he used to carry them up. Ever since he got his appendix out and ultimately quit smoking, he had been having trouble sleeping and had to resort to caffeine to get him through the day. Since there was such a long trek down four flights of stairs he had resorted to bringing in a two liter thermo of coffee from home. That particular day was long and boring with all the paperwork that they were receiving since they wouldn't receive a new case until after the vacation over Thanksgiving (They're working Christmas). So naturally his own coffee reserves ran out; and he offered to get everyone coffee. He decided that it was an appropriate time to enter the office.
Drake walked into the room immediately bringing coffee first to Dee and Ryo, picking up one of the blacks placing it on Dee's desk and the regular on Ryo's he turned to give JJ the regular with extra sugar and than placed his own black coffee on his desk. He had only taken one soothing awakening sip when Ryo exclaimed, "Hey how about Drake?"
Basically forgetting the conversation he had just heard Drake looked at Ryo questioningly. JJ sighed drawing Drake's attention to him, "Would you like to go to LA with me and have Thanksgiving with my family? I mean my parents are expecting a boyfriend but we'll just explain that you're my partner."
Drake looked at JJ who wasn't looking at him he was looking at his Styrofoam cup of coffee. He did owe JJ one for cleaning up his apartment and being so supportive when he ran out of the patch and made the executive decision that he didn't have the cash to buy more patches let alone a pack of cigarettes, maybe he should follow Ryo's example and not live paycheck to paycheck. Drake absently took a sip of coffee and shrugged the whole thing off, "Sure."
Drake looked at the wooden door of the white stone condo on the outskirts of Los Angelis. He looked around and noticed that all the neighbor's houses looked the same white stone, with the tan shingling. A classic California home or at least what you saw on TV and postcards. Drakes hand shook a bit as he set down the duffle bag that held his clothes for the next four days, he was nervous yes, aggravated a bit but hours in an airplane can do that. He could also use a cigarette, and the point that JJ's parents were taking so long to answer the doors was just baiting Drake along. JJ held out a piece of Trident spearmint gum, Drake happily took the chewing gum and attacked it with reckless abandon. Ever since he quit smoking JJ was there with Trident gum for all those times the job just made him crave a cigarette. There was even one time he was alone at his apartment, when he really craved the nicotine. When he reached for his car keys on the counter his hand had come in contact with half a pack of Trident original gum.
He looked around but being that it was nearing nine o'clock he couldn't see much farther than the street lamps, and strangely it was plainly all the condos looked the same. The door opening turned Drake's attention back. In the brightly lit door way stood a short woman, she had long dull graying black hair and bright blue eyes and a kind smile
"I am so sorry dear, CSI: New York was on and I had to wait for a commercial break," said the woman ushering them inside. Drake picked up his bag following his partner inside the house. The entered into a small hallway soon after on both the right and left, large archways opened up into rooms. The one on the left was dark but there was a blue glow to it like a television, on the right all Drake could make out was some cupboards and counter space one occupied by a microwave, the kitchen.
JJ just smiled, "It's all right Mom… I would like you to meet-"
"Your Boyfriend!" exclaimed the happy woman.
"-my partner at the 27th Drake Parker. Drake this is my mother Rosalie Adams," finished the shorter detective with a nervous smile, as he handed Drake another piece of gum. Drake took the gum before sticking out his hand for Mrs. Adams.
The spark in the lady's eyes fell and her mouth gapped as she accepted Drake's hand, "Oh, I thought that you were bringing your boyfriend Jemmy."
"Well Mom you only did leave me a message on my answering machine saying you paid for a second ticket and I should bring my boyfriend with me. I'm currently single and Drake has never been to LA and since we both had off he said he would come last minute," replied JJ fiddling with the handle of his suitcase.
"Well anyways nice to meet you Drake, how long have you two been partners?" asked Mrs. Adams politely.
"About seven years," replied Drake stifling a yawn.
"Oh my, oh my come, come you two must be tired, why don't you come meet Jonathan and than go to bed," quickly picked up Rosalie hustling the two detectives to the left and the living room, "Jonathan, these boys are going to bed so we thought we'd introduce you to Drake before they got some shut eye."
There was a large tan sofa situated in front of the good sized TV on the far end sat a man who was thin and tall his gray hair was thinning and his hairline was receding. He looked up from his television briefly a scowl plastered in place, before his gaze returned to the screen, "So Drake right? Do you watch football? Or are all fags like my son?"
"I wouldn't know sir, for I'm only JJ's partner from the 27th precinct. But I do like football my ex-girlfriend hated that fact," replied Drake through gritted teeth, he couldn't believe JJ's father really did act the way he was told! The man on the sofa let a satisfied smile grace his lips like he had won something. That was when Drake felt the warm and slightly sweaty palm on his shoulder. Drake turned to see JJ signaling Drake to follow him out of the living room they continued down the hall there was three closed doors one on the left and two on the right.
The first door that was on the right JJ informed him was the bathroom and the second his bedroom the other door was Jonathan and Rosalie's room. JJ opened the door to his room flicking on the light as Drake followed him in. The room was a slate blue with tan carpet a single window on the left wall that showed the back yard. The room was plain a double bed with dark blue sheets in the center on the room against the far wall and a tall dresser in the corner by the window across from the closet.
"I hope you don't mind sharing a bed," said JJ opening his suitcase and removing a pair of pajamas and his toothbrush, "I'm not a blanket hog or a violent sleeper although I am pretty livid so in the morning I might be closer to you than I was the night before. But that's it."
"No that's fine as long as you don't mind if I just wear pajama pants to bed," replied Drake unzipping his duffle and pulling out a pair of gray pants with Bonkers the cartoon cop cat and a toothbrush, JJ's slender eyebrow rose, "Sophie's idea they were a birthday present, because Bonkers is a cop and so am I."
JJ just shook his head picking up his stuff and going to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. Drake laughed before shrugging off the t-shirt that JJ suggested that he wear since California weather was warmer. Kicking off his sneakers and shimmying out of his blue jeans, Drake lazily pulled up his Bonkers pants and tied the string to fit his frame. Glancing around the room Drake spotted the trash can by the door and spit out his gum before picking up his tooth brush that was lying on the bed. Drake removed JJ's suitcase and his own duffle bag from the bed placing them in the free corner near the closet before he flopped face-first onto the comforter.
JJ entered the room to find his half naked partner, half asleep lying diagonally across the bed, "Okay Drake, you can brush your teeth now," his reply was an indignant huff, "Come on now, you can't be that tired!"
"Yes I can," came the muffled reply.
"Well if you won't get up and brush your teeth I'll just have to find a way to force you," JJ smirked placing his dirty laundry down and stepping closer to the bed. Before Drake could answer he felt a finger run up his spine and back down again. With a growl the blond rolled over and stalked out of the room toothbrush in hand.
When Drake returned he threw his toothbrush at his bag and looked at the bed to find JJ already under the covers. Turning off the light, he moved to the opposite side and crawled in. Surprisingly he got comfortable quickly and sighed happily expecting to actually get some sleep that night.
"Drake?" whispered JJ.
"Yeah, JJ?"
"Why are you so tired?"
Drake chuckled, "Ever since my surgery I haven't been sleeping well. I feel like I'm missing something, most likely the nicotine."
JJ giggled, "Well you're not going to start again are you?"
"No… hey JJ?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you don't dye you're hair?"
"My grandmother," JJ giggled.
"What?"
"I got my silvery-blue-purple hair from my grandmother," replied JJ with a slight giggle.
"Oh okay… well giggling is a sure sign of exhaustion, so go to sleep. Night JJ," replied Drake.
"Nighty night Drake," yawned JJ and both cops fell asleep rather quickly.
Afternoon California sun shone through the singular window in the room directly onto Drake's sleeping face. Said blond groaned and rolled over covering his face with the extra pillow (That JJ was using (hours before)). Drake was planning on sleeping an extra few hours, after his brief cursing the westward facing window.
Closing his eyes Drake let the silence engulf him until he heard the muffled voices, most likely from the kitchen. Drake groaned but decided since he was actually awake he should not go back to sleep and act the part of guest. Lazily he threw back the covers and rolled haphazardly out of bed. Stretching his arms high with a large yawn, Drake made his way out the door.
"Will you stop this charade now Jemmy! I mean obviously this lifestyle isn't making you happy!" Drake froze at hearing what his tired mind told him was Mr.Adams.
"Father, this isn't just some fling!" replied JJ. Drake decided it was best to leave this as a family discussion, but wanted to see anyways. So Drake stayed just out of sight and peered into the kitchen. Rosalie was peeling potatoes her back turned to the males who looked like they were setting the table for six, well at least until they started arguing.
"Well than explain why I found you curled up sleeping rather closely to your straight friend?" retorted Jonathan Adams.
JJ was speechless; it was that moment that Rosalie turned around, "Jemmy sweetie, go wake Drake our other guests will arrive soon." JJ just nodded and headed down out of the kitchen.
Entering his bedroom, JJ first noticed that Drake was awake and sitting on the end of the bed closest to the door. He was also looking at JJ with a glint of pity and a sad understanding.
JJ sighed, "You heard everything."
It was rhetorical but Drake didn't care, "I don't know, but I heard enough. I'm sorry."
"No I should be sorry; after you had to make a point that you're straight, I had to go and be my over affectionate self and glomp you in my sleep," sadly answered JJ.
Drake chuckled, "Well I actually slept last night and slept straight through your unconscious glomping, besides you did give me a warning, sop I can't complain." JJ smiled.
"Well what else would I have done when there was a half naked man in my bed?" JJ joked, but Drake could tell that it was half hearted. And years of JJ chasing Dee taught Drake that the dragonfly was overemotional and about to cry.
Drake spread his arms a bit in an inviting manner, seven years ago he would have never believed that he would do this for anything that wasn't female or canine, "Come here. Do you want to talk about it?"
JJ just nodded sitting next to Drake and hugging his partner. Drake's arms engulfed him in a welcoming embrace, "Why doesn't he understand Drake?"
"Some people just don't I guess, "Drake shrugged rubbing JJ's back, "If I knew it would be this bad for you I could have pretended to be your boyfriend."
JJ looked up at him with teary eyes, and chuckled, "No you wouldn't; besides I wouldn't lie to my parents."
They stayed like that for a moment until Drake pulled away, "Well your mother said something about dinner and more guests, so I guess I should get dressed than."
The silvery-blue haired man slowly let go of his friend watching as he moved to the corner of the room and riffled through his duffle bag pulling out a light blue button up shirt, a pair of khaki slacks, and clean boxers.
Drake quickly removed what he had worn to bed and quickly dressed, only paying half a mind to the buttons he did up. When he turned around, he saw that JJ had his eye shut tightly, as if to say he wasn't sneaking a peek.
"JJ, are you all right?" asked Drake walking over and placing a hand on JJ's shoulder.
JJ jumped a bit, bright blue eyes opened and peered up at the blond detective, "Yeah, I'm fine why?"
"Well your eyes were clenched shut," replied Drake crossing his arms over his chest.
Blue eyes adverted from gray, "Well I'm gay and you're a guy."
There was a nervous chuckle, "Oh I see, hey don't worry about it, who cares about that stuff anyways?"
"Max, and other guys at the academy and LAPD," was the whispered reply," was the whispered reply. Drake was silent he didn't mean to make JJ remember homophobes or Max, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry man, I mean-" said Drake patting the younger mans shoulder.
There was a soft knock on the door, "Are you two ready yet? The Murphy's are here and after the pleasantries, and your father carves the turkey we are going to eat dinner."
"Yes mother, I was just helping Drake with his bed head," replied JJ as he stood up. They could here a light chuckle floating through the door and the sound of retreating footsteps. Drake stepped away from JJ and began walking towards the door.
"Hey wait," said JJ, Drake turned around with a questioning gaze. The blue hair detective, walked up to his partner buttoning two of the three buttons that remained opened at the top of his shirt (like always). Gray eyes gazed down slightly amused, until JJ reached up and lightly kissed Drake's lips, before walking past him and out the door.
The kiss was light and fleeting like the wings of a, "Dragonfly," Drake whispered as he walked out of the door and walked towards the kitchen/dinning room.
The room was lit with only three low candles in turkey candle holders and the light that was over the stove. The deep red liquid that filled the wine glasses seemed almost alive in the fire flickers. Gold trimmed white porcelain was accompanied by gold plated silverware. There was many a dish that littered the table, Mashed potatoes, turnip, butternut squash, scallions, stuffing, gravy, homemade cranberry sauce, homemade rolls and of course the turkey.
Shifting
his gave Drake noticed that JJ's mother was beaming at her job well
done. There was an elderly couple, defiantly older than Mr. and Mrs.
Adams and they seemed overjoyed to be speaking with "that adorable
boy Jemmy J", probably they didn't have grandchildren of there
own and was happy to be around a younger generation.
JJ himself
gave that million dollar smile that only Dee could resist. Even Mr.
Adams was happy, an arm slipped around his wife's waist and an eye
on the food. The way to a man's heart truly was through his
stomach.
"Oh, oh Drake! Drake this is Mr. Jonathan Murphy, and Mrs. Maisie Murphy," exclaimed Rosalie.
Drake smiled, "Nice to meet you. So there is two Jonathan's?"
"Well yes dear but my husband is a John and Mr. Adams is more commonly a Jonas," replied Mrs. Murphy, a kind smile brightening her wrinkled face. Drake just nodded and smiled.
Mr. Adams removed his arm from around his wife. Clapping once, and then rubbing his hands together a couple times he grinned, "Since everyone is here, let's eat. John if you would be so kind as to sit at the head." John nodded and headed the table while Jonas footed, the wives sat respectably to the right (for they are their husbands' most trusted right-hand (wo)man). JJ at his father's left and Drake sat in the remaining seat at the oval table, John's left.
Dinner was started with grace and then followed by everyone giving thanks top something that had happened that year, a popular choice was that they were all together on this joyous occasion. The food was good, the wine a great year, and the company spectacular. Dinner was eaten in comfort, with many compliments to the chef. Then dessert was brought out a delicious pumpkin backed by Mrs. Murphy.
Soon the food was visibly less, the wine gone, and the cheer had diminished to the calm before gluttony induced hibernation. They said their good-byes to Mr. and Mrs. Murphy JJ walking them home across the street with an empty pie plate. When he returned Drake was already dead to the world.
Gray eyes fluttered open at a more respectable time on that particular morning. He groaned softly not knowing what had waken him, he was extremely comfortable, and the west facing glass pane would not emit the intense rays of the Californian sun for another seven hours or so. He than realized that he was simply no longer tired, and he stretched until he realized that there was blue hair directly under his chin.
Removing the covers, from his body (which automatically freed JJ from the blankets as well), Drake watched as JJ snuggled closer to him in search of warmth. Drake sighed, he wasn't joking about the sleep glomping. JJ's head rested right over Drake's heart, arms around his waist and legs entangled. If Dee ever found out Drake knew this would be a well known topic for years, as proof the drake was jealous all those times that JJ glomped Dee or taking Max out to lunch.
Drake really couldn't be that angry with him that he now had seen tidbits of JJ's past in this family, in this city. All he ever wanted was the warmth and comfort of another. Really that was all Drake wanted as well, and in a sense of it that was what everyone wanted.
JJ stirred turning away from Drake as his thick eyelashes fluttered and revealed sleep-dulled blue eyes. Drake smiled, "Mornin'."
"Mornin', what do you want to do today?" asked JJ turning his head to look at Drake.
"I don' know, what do you suggest LA-boy?"
"Well it is national Christmas shopping day; need to do any Christmas shopping?" asked JJas he rolled over and reached over the edge of the bed before sitting up and handing Drake his prize a piece of Trident gum. Drake accepted the gum and chuckled, how did JJ know? He was about three seconds from a cig craving.
"I suppose that I could actually by my family presents this year with all that money I saved on not buying cigies, I usually just get them all cards and I do have a bit extra money this month before the rent goes up to pay for extra heating needed in a New York winter," replied Drake.
It wasn't long until both men were biking down the street covered with homes that were the product of pre-fabricated mass production. But in all respect each one seemed singular and special in its own right; the pink flowers outside one, or the Fisherprice tricycle outside another.
"JJ tell me again why we're biking into town?" asked Drake on a bike following JJ's lead.
The younger detective glanced back at his friend, "Do you really want to try to get into the city by car, on the biggest Christmas shopping day?"
"Can't be worse than New York," reprimanded Drake.
JJ chuckled, "Believe what you will."
As calm and un-city like the neighborhood that the Adams lived in they were not all that far from a well rounded strip of shops, "So I've got to buy something for Mom and Dad, Sophie and Todd, Briar, Peter, and Todd Jr. What about you JJ?" asked Drake dismounting the bike and locking it to a nearby bike rack.
"Just Mom and Dad, and possibly a card to send to my Aunt and cousins in France," replied JJ, following suit and locking up his bike, "Any idea what they'll want?"
The two NYC detectives began their slow saunter down the strip of shops gazing through the large store front windows. Drake pulled out his wallet and extracted a photograph, he handed it to JJ. In the back was a tall red haired man about Drake's age he had his arms slung around two females. The one on the right was a shorter female version of Drake with long blonde hair in a braid, she was wearing bright colors. The teenager that was the same height as the presumable mother held her blond hair shoulder length streaked with black and a dark violet, her outfit was a mess of black, red and chains. In front of them was an elderly couple (presumed to be Drake's parents) between the couple sat two boys a slightly taller blond and a younger red head. It looked like a happy family.
"I guess I could just go for the easy out and get them all LA memorabilia," replied Drake taking the gum that JJ was offering him and placing it in his mouth he chewed it a couple times and sighed, "Sophie will freak when she finds out I quit the cigs."
JJ chuckled and handed back the photo, "So how old are the kids?"
"Briar is fifteen, Peter the blond is thirteen and the red head is of course Todd Jr, who is twelve. And all I know about their likes and dislikes is that the boys recently got a PS2, my Mom says they need coasters, and Sophie and Todd are simple a kitchen appliance will make them happy.
JJ nodded and grabbed Drake's hand now knowing what stores they should be going to. They went to the used video game store first, to look for a play station game that two adolescent boys would enjoy. After much browsing, Drake was excited to find Tekken one of his favorite arcade games. When JJ's eyebrows rose, Drake said he had played it along time ago (three or four weeks (He beat Dee so who could complain?)).
By the time it was early afternoon, Drake had purchased the video game, Los Angelis skyline coaster, and a new stainless steel hand blender. The only problem was Briar. JJ sighed he was done with his Christmas shopping (except for Drake), a TV guide and remote organizer/carrier, and his mother a ceramic salad bowl (since her bowl recently broke). That was when he spotted a black t-shirt in the window. The front said "I 'heart' LA" and the example of the back said, "I heart LA… what did you expect Love? Love isn't shaped like that! As a matter of fact, neither is a heart. So… I random round and pointy shape colored red LA."
"How about that?" asked the blue haired man. Drake looked at where JJ was pointing and chuckled. With all that black the girl was wearing in the recent photo, she probably would like the t-shirt. With help from the salesclerk the two men were able to judge the size of the shirt they would need.
The two men then headed back to the Adams residence, their gifts securely in the backpacks Rosalie had let them borrow and a few rolls of Christmas paper sticking out. Once returning home the two men stealthy stole the tape and scissors and wrapped the presents. This decision was made to save JJ postage on sending the presents for his family back to LA after bringing them to New York. So now they would just never leave LA. When they were finished they joined JJ's parents in watching the "'Leftovers' CSI (that's the original set in Las Vegas Nevada) marathon, until bed.
The next morning began much as the previous, with JJ curled up on Drake. But the difference was this was their last day in the Californian sun for they had a two o'clock flight.
All though the airlines suggest that you arrive two hours early to the airport for the new (not so anymore) extended security check, Drake and JJ seemed to get through rather quickly and were now eating frozen yogurt near their gate.
The blond stared transfixed as the small pink tongue of JJ snaked out and worked around the frozen treat from base to tip. Then those reddened lips from the cold only engulfed the tip of the treat and slowly pulled away with a small moan of frozen yogurt induced pleasure. And then JJ began again swirling his tongue around the base, just above the cone.
Drake looked away that sight was stirring things within him that he wasn't about to admit to himself let alone JJ and they strange part was that this inner confession was subconscious, and drake wasn't quite sure he was ignoring his melting dessert and staring at the leer gate instead of ahead at his partner and his own cone.
Grey eyes turned and slowly met blue; JJ seemed a lot closer than before. The shorter detective's head bent and his small pink tongue flicked out running a trail up Drake's cone and the red lips engulfed the tip. When he pulled away he smirked at Drake, "You should pay more attention, or someone might steal it."
Drake was shocked, his heart pounded at a slightly excelled rate and he was suddenly extremely happy it was too cold for ice cream in New York City.
Author's Note: So yes that is Thanksgiving, yep nothing to say. So was it good or bad give me your opinion please, either way one thinks is fine, Merci!
Na
