So, this was a fic challenge fic. The challenge were these four lines, as follows, in a conversation between JJ and Drake. And in this order.
�Hey! Commissioner's not fat; in fact he has killer abs.�
�You've checked out the commissioner, too?!�
�File closet. Two years ago. And you did not hear that from me.�
�You little slut.�
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Pairings: Rose x JJ
Warnings: Hints and blatant suggestions of kinky boy boy sex. Don�t like it? Don�t read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE by any stretch of the imagination, but if I did there�d be a few more books, a few more tasty scenes, and I�d be a very rich woman (or so I�d like to believe). However, I�m dirt poor so any lawyers can go piss off because it�s just fandom(non-profit) stuff.
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JJ blinked blearily at the screen as he realized he still couldn�t figure out, on the third try, what the sentence said. He heard a thump next to him and looked over to see Drake�s head on his desk.
�Remind me again why we�re here at midnight filling out reports?�
�Because you made a bet with Dee-sempai on the perpetrator in this case and he won.� JJ responded dryly as he rolled his shoulders.
�Oh yeah� Remind me not to do that again.� Drake got to his feet and stretched. �God I need coffee� Want some?�
JJ smiled and nodded. �It may make this stuff more legible. I take mine with cream and-�
�Three sugars� I know.� Drake shook his head. �You really need to lay off the sugar- you�re hyper enough already.�
�Hah! For that you get to get me a snack as well.� He glared at the man lounging in the doorway.
Drake shrugged. �So now I get extorted by my partner while being sleep deprived by his love interest? What next?�
�Go, get my coffee or I�ll leave you to finish this damn report and let you explain things to the Commissioner in the morning.� JJ ordered as Drake strolled off down the hallway. �And he isn�t my love interest!� He yelled belatedly.
�Yeah right. You�ve only been hot for Dee for how long?� Drake�s voice drifted back down the hallway. �Five? Ten years?�
JJ frowned. �Eleven.� He folded his arms across his chest. �These days it�s all an act though.�
�Oh really�� Drake�s voice dripped sarcasm like honey off a spoon. He reappeared in the doorway and walked in, carefully setting JJ�s coffee down next to him. �I suppose that�s the whole reason why you continue to tackle and kiss him in public right? An act?� He sat down at took a sip of his own coffee, watching JJ with an upturned eyebrow.
�Actually, it is. I have better things to glomp and ravish now.�
Drake snorted, �I�ll believe that one when I see-�
�Gentlemen? What are you two doing here this late? Your shift ended four hours ago.� Rose asked as he appeared in view.
�Sir! We were� um� just finishing up.� Drake stammered.
Rose looked down his nose at the two of them, eyes disbelieving.
�Sir, it�s true. This is the last bit of work we need to do to close the Garner case.� JJ lied.
�You said the Garner case was closed at about six.�
�Eh, well, we realized we missed some paperwork�� Drake pitched in.
Rose pinned the two of them down with his steady gaze. After a moment, he shifted and adjusted one of his lapels on his dark trenchcoat. �You shouldn�t have goofed off after work then. I don�t expect this to appear on the overtime adjustment sheet.�
�Yes sir, it won�t.� JJ replied with a frown.
They both watched as Rose spared them another glance before heading off down the dimly lit hallway.
�God, I swear, he just wants a bonus at the end of the year for having the most productive department. Saving payroll and shit like that to make himself look good. I swear, he�s gonna wind up looking like a pig being so greedy.�
JJ�s mind snapped back to what Drake just said. �Huh?�
Drake shot him an odd look. �I said, Rose is going to wind up looking like a pig being as greedy as he is. He�s been sitting behind that desk getting fat and lazy off of the departments sweat for too long.�
�Hey! Commissioner's not fat; in fact he has killer abs.�
Drake blinked. Then he smirked slightly, �You've checked out the commissioner, too?!�
JJ reddened slightly. �File closet. Two years ago. And you did not hear that from me.�
�You little slut.� Drake said with a laugh.
JJ squirmed a little and took a sip of his coffee. He shouldn�t have opened his mouth. This could blow away his entire office fa�ade. �Hey, a guy gets lonely� and it was about that time that I gave up on Dee.�
Drake started laughing and dropped his head down on his forearms.
He watched the figure shaking with laughter with a haughty look of distain. It wasn�t that funny� �You can stop laughing now.�
�Oh but I can�t!� He said, pausing momentarily for air. �You see, I�d originally been talking about Rose getting fat off of our work and taking away our o.t. because he�s a cheep bastard who wants an end of the year bonus!�
JJ felt the blood drain from his face, then the heat rise. His mind ran in circles for something to say, then he realized Drake never got him something to eat. �That�s it! You never got me anything to eat! Get out and get me takeout! And you better be back in twenty minutes or I�ll clock out and leave the paperwork for you to fill out and a love note to Ryo on his desk with your name signed at the bottom!�
Drake finally looked up, still chuckling. �All right, all right already. Sheesh.� He grinned. �I�ll be back in a sec lover-boy.� He stood, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and put it on as he left their office.
JJ stared at the doorway as his blush retreated. Eventually, he sighed.
The loud ringing of the phone jarred him from his pleasant state of denial about spilling the beans on that scenario when it wasn�t, as it turned out necessary. He leaned over and picked up the phone. �Adams.�
�I stalled as long as I could. What are you really working on?�
JJ sighed. �The fifth street case. We made a bet and lost- we have to do the paperwork now.�
�So why did Drake leave?�
A smile tinged his lips as he answered, �Drake made me slip up about something, and he didn�t bring me food earlier, so I sent him for some.�
A low laugh sounded over the phone. �So why don�t you meet me outside? Sounds like he deserves to be left with the rest of it. You have to be close to done anyway.�
�That sounds like a splendid idea. Planning on ravishing me?�
�You know I can�t help it. But if you don�t get your perky ass out here, I�m going to come back in and we�ll make use of the file room again.�
JJ laughed and rose up. �One of these day�s we�re going to get caught doing that. I�ll meet you in the parking garage.�
His only response was a soft click in his ear of a phone disconnecting. He grinned and grabbed his jacket, feeling delightfully mischievous. Maybe he could convince Rose to screw him in the parking garage elevator this time.
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