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As soon as the front door clicked shut, JJ's foggy mind tried to shake itself out of its drunken stupor. Dee had driven him here to... where was 'here'? Drake's apartment. That was it! No matter how groggy he was, JJ knew that if he fell asleep now he'd just feel even worse in the morning. The best thing was to get up, get some water, and keep moving until most of the alcohol was out of his system. It was a simple enough task- except that when he tried to move he found Drake's heavy weight pressing him down.
"Hey, man! Get off!" he yelled, shaking the other man who remained stubbornly inert. "Drake, come on man! I gotta get up!" he said, this time shoving the scruffy-haired man hard with the heel of his hand.
How had they ended up all tangled on top of each other like this anyway? Somewhere in the back of his mind, JJ remembered hearing Dee's muffled laughter as he had been lowered down onto the bed. Damn it, Dee, he cursed in his mind, playing around with us when we're drunk! Not that the silver-haired man would've minded if the tall, attractive officer had 'played' with him in a different way...
JJ groaned, clutching his head to keep it from spinning. The last thing he wanted to think of right now was his unrequited love. Not to mention that he was now in a rather compromising position and thinking of Dee was stirring his groin to action. What on earth would Drake think if he woke up in his partner's arms and JJ had a hard-on? Oh god, he really needed to get up!
Finally, with an awkward push (JJ had to squirm a bit so his body wasn't rubbing Drake's in any inappropriate areas) he managed to roll his partner off him. Unfortunately, he hadn't realized they were so close to the edge of the bed and JJ heard a heavy THUD in the darkness that could only have been the other officer's body hitting the hardwood floor.
"DAMN IT!" he heard a now wide-awake Drake grumble.
"S-sorry Drake! I didn't realize-" stumbled JJ, leaning over to try and see if the man was hurt.
At the same time, Drake sat up and tried to climb back on the bed- smacking his forehead right into his partner's in the process.
"OUCH!!" they both said at once.
"JJ, couldn't you have just stayed asleep, damn it?! Now move over!" Drake yelled, getting back onto the large bed.
The silver-haired man was a bit taken aback. He'd expected his partner to order him out onto the couch, but it seemed he didn't mind sharing a bed with him. Well, JJ thought, I guess we are good friends, but...
Wait a minute... "Stay asleep? You mean you were awake?! Why didn't you move when I asked you?" JJ demanded.
For a moment Drake just sat at the edge of the bed. Then, quietly, JJ heard him mumble. "I was comfortable..." His voice was thick as he spoke and JJ knew that he was still very intoxicated at this point. He probably didn't even know what he was saying, and JJ wasn't in much better shape, either.
"Well, I gotta stay up, so why don't ya lie down and I'll just leave ya-" but before he could finish getting the words out, Drake had pushed him down. His hands pinned JJ’s shoulders roughly to the bed and his thighs straddled his waist.
"Drake! What the hell-?" squeaked JJ, trying to remember if his partner had ever become violent when he was drunk before.
"You really can't stand me, can you?!" yelled the shaggy-haired man above him.
"W-what are you talking about?" said JJ in bewilderment, his head swimming. He was desperately trying not to think about their intimate position, trying not to feel the heat of his friend's body above him. He couldn't jeopardize his relationship with his partner just because he was lonely, drunk and horny. But it seemed he couldn't stop himself from growing harder either. It just felt so good, he thought shamefully.
Drake watched JJ beneath him, watched the man flush and bite his bottom lip, struggling not to squirm under him and bring their bodies into any closer contact than they had to be. The whole situation was absurd. He knew that he should let his partner up and send him from the room before he did anything else that he would come to regret later. So why wasn't he moving?
He told himself it was because he was simply tired of being alone, tired of being rejected, and he knew JJ felt the same. Wasn't it the obvious thing to end the misery for both of them?
Another part of his mind knew the truth, though: that he had been able to keep his attraction to his partner hidden deep within while JJ's fixation rested so adamantly on Dee. However, with this seemingly unforeseen and sudden interest in Ryo, his jealousy had spiked. The combination of his own recent rejection along with the large amounts of alcohol he'd consumed that evening was about to take its toll.
Leaning down toward JJ's shocked face, Drake said in a heated tone, "Why do you run after everyone else? I thought you were in love with Dee, so it didn't bother me, but then you started throwing yourself at Ryo! But did you ever look MY way?" As he spoke, his voice grew in volume and intensity. "Again and again I'm rejected by the women I date and why? Because I'm so CLOSE with my partner! Because they're jealous of you! HA!" he laughed bitterly, "But off you go, chasing someone like Ryo and then mope around when he doesn't look your way! You never turned MY way, did you?!" he said, wanting to stop himself before he revealed anything more, but unable to do so.
"Drake- It's not what you think!" the other man tried to explain. "It was a bet! Dee bet me I couldn't seduce someone else! It just happened to be Ryo!"
But Drake didn't look convinced. "Yeah, right!" he scoffed in reply.
JJ wasn't really sure what else to say. He still couldn't get over the idea that Drake had feelings for him. The whole week had left him in an already confused state of mind- feeling totally rejected and unwanted. Now here was his partner, possessively pressing him down into the bed with his hips, suddenly confessing the exact same feelings, only toward HIM! A headache was forming behind his brain, equal parts alcohol and puzzlement.
"I know you're lonely, JJ. Maybe that's all I am too," Drake said, his breath so close JJ could feel it brush over his cheek, a shiver running along his spine at the sensation.
"I don't really care right now what it is," he continued. "I probably won't even remember this in the morning but," he paused, "tonight, I'm taking what I want!" With that he brought his mouth down hard over JJ's, his full weight coming to bear down on him.
But the silver-haired man was overwhelmed, the events of the evening being too much for him. Struggling to pull away, he yanked his head to one side. "Stop! Drake, please!" he cried. He'd been through enough. Maybe he didn't have a lover right now. Maybe he'd never find the right guy, but that was no reason to let Drake's sudden drunken confusion ruin their friendship. It would be too much to bear if he lost the closest friend he had right now. So he did his best to push him away, but this seemed to only fuel Drake's resolve and determination. Not to mention his anger.
"WHY?! Why don't you want me?!" he yelled aggressively as his hands started roving over the smaller man's body, tearing at the buttons of his shirt as he buried his face in the crook of one shoulder. For a moment, as the man's tongue darted out to taste the tender skin of his throat, JJ was at a loss for words. He was so close to giving in.
"You DO want me," Drake persisted, one hand reaching down between JJ's thighs to drift over his growing erection.
The other man's eyes shot open. "N-no! Drake you're drunk! You'll regret this! Please, stop!" he pleaded, at the same time unable to keep his hips from moving against the offending hand grazing his crotch.
Above him, he heard an empty laugh. "Yeah, I AM pretty wasted. But," he briefly sucked along one exposed collarbone, "I'm not holding back anymore." The words were said in such a commanding tone that JJ knew there would be no turning back. As Drake's rough hand shoved past the waistband of his pants to caress his stiff member, he felt tears sting the back of his eyes.
'Be careful what you wish for' was the old saying, wasn't it? This was what he had wanted, to be held, caressed, made love to without thoughts of the future or consequence. Wasn't that what he had tried to convince Ryo do to? Now here he was, a willing lover now stripped naked, peeling his clothes off in turn, and all he wanted to do was take back his words. Because this man above him, driving his body to distraction with deft fingers, this man was someone he cherished. Yes, it was someone he cherished even more than Dee. His infatuation with Dee had never given him true knowledge of or intimacy with the man, but Drake... Drake was different.
He could talk with him like no one else. He trusted him at an innate level. And, at that moment, as the man was swiftly pushing his weeping cock deep inside him, JJ realized for the first time that perhaps what he had with Drake was real love. With every bittersweet thrust into his body, the thought became further embedded in his brain. He did love him. He had never been willing to put their friendship at risk, so he had hidden those feelings away, projecting everything onto Dee so he wouldn't have to deal with it.
But he loved him.
Drake, however, considered himself to be a straight man and JJ had had this kind of thing happen before. A friend of his would be confused and he'd be swept away in the emotion of the moment- only to awaken the next morning to find an empty bed and another friendship broken beyond repair.
Tomorrow, when the alcohol wore off and this man making such passionate love to him realized just what he'd done, he'd regret it. JJ was sure of it. Then, everything would end...
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