by Sorcha
Editor: Anglofans
Disclaimers and Acknowledgements: I don't own FAKE or any of the characters, Sanami Matoh does and would probably laugh if she caught me in her playground, since I'm not making money in any way, shape or form here. Soundtrack for this one: "It Just Won't Quit" by Meatloaf, "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys and "Somewhere in the Night" by Barry Manilow. Quoted song is After Midnight by Mercedes Lackey and Leslie Fish.
My beta, Anglofans, moved up in the world, see editor credit above.
Berkley, from his seat at the table, regarded JJ with possessive affection.
It was only half an hour since the musicians had stopped playing, and already JJ had charmed the drummer into showing him how to coax a rhythm out of the steel drums. The two men were deep in an earnest discussion, one or the other reaching out occasionally to tap on the drumhead as an example. In his black silk shirt and crisp white linen pants, JJ looked like the negative of a waiter.
Rose swirled the last of his wine around the glass, admiring the rich amber color, almost the same shade as his dress shirt. He should have known this would happen. As soon as the show started, JJ had been unable to keep still, his body seemingly captured by the music. Most of his dinner went unnoticed. When the show proper was over and the floor open to dancing, not even one song had gone by before a young lady had come over and asked JJ to dance. Rose smiled as he remembered the look JJ had given him before he waved the young man off with a cheery "go have fun".
He had rather enjoyed watching JJ dancing with a succession of partners, and Berkley deliberately kept the conversation light. The young man was obviously the best on the floor, and had half the room enchanted by the end of the night. Rose wasn't even sure JJ was aware of the affect he was having.
And now the drummer, almost a stereotype swarthy Latino in a garish marimba outfit, was obviously under his spell. Rose looked up from his glass and felt a wave of desire wash over him as he looked at JJ's flushed face and the intensity in his eyes. ~God, those eyes.~ Standing up, he strode over to the two men.
"JJ. It's time to go now," Rose said gently, with a suggestive look. The young drummer started and leaned guiltily away from JJ.
"Sure," JJ agreed. "Thanks for teaching me," he told the drummer, "I've always wanted to learn how to play those. I'll see if we can come back here before we leave." As soon as JJ walked past him, Rose gave the drummer a predatory smile, a slightly dangerous expression making the other man look quickly away.
Satisfied, Rose followed JJ. The walk back to the bungalow was short, but electric with heated looks and small touches. By the time the pair arrived, the sexual voltage was almost visible. As soon as the door closed behind them, Berkley pulled JJ into a kiss.
JJ tasted of pineapple, mellowed by a hint of rum. Rose tightened his embrace as the smaller man relaxed into him, JJ's arms snaking around his neck. Finally, the taller man pulled back, and hungrily began to take off JJ's shirt. He wasn't sure if it was haste, lust or those damn tiny buttons, but he was having trouble. He heard JJ laugh; a small, low chuckle that was unbelievably intimate.
"Let me." JJ said. He skinned out of not only his shirt, but everything else he was wearing. As much as Rose wanted to admire the body standing in front of him, he wanted something else more, and drew JJ back into a kiss.
It was unexpectedly arousing to be fully clothed, with a naked body pressed against him. Judging from the small sounds JJ was making, and the hardness of his erection, he was enjoying the sensations as well. Rose slid his fingers along JJ's spine and down to cup his ass, the feel of warm skin heightening his senses, making him almost dizzy.
JJ broke the kiss. He looked intensely at Berkley, then unexpectedly winked. "Race you to the bed," he breathed, and took off. Rose blinked, unable to think clearly through the haze of lust. He walked to the bedroom door. JJ was lounging on the bed, clearly posing against the headboard with one leg drawn up and a satisfied grin on his face. "I won." His eyes twinkled with humor. "Where's my prize?"
Rose smiled slowly. Keeping his eyes on JJ's face, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt. He kept his movements deliberate, enjoying the way JJ's expression changed, his playful, teasing smile giving way to sultry lust. As he slipped his shirt off, the sound of JJ's quickening breath made his erection surge tightly against his pants. Berkley continued the slow removal of his clothes.
When he was finally naked, he lay down next to JJ. "How's this for a reward?" He was delighted that JJ seemed to have lost the power of speech, since he responded by crushing Rose in a deep kiss. Soon he pushed JJ back and began kissing down his throat and chest. Not perfect after all he noted fuzzily, as he found several scars on JJ's skin. He worked his way back up, tracing his tongue along JJ's collar bone.
He pulled away long enough to grap the small bottle of oil on the bedside table. He quickly readied himself and his partner, a small part of his mind enjoying the sandalwood scent.
Then he stopped at the height of his arousal. This was the moment he savored most, almost more than climax. He crawled on top of JJ, lifted his legs around his hips and lowered his lips to JJ's throat. He held himself poised, the tip of his penis barely touching the opening beneath him, his mouth close enough to feel the heat of the other man's skin and his own breath. Berkley trembled, the tension between the desire to ravish his partner and the need to maintain control overloading his senses. Just then JJ moaned softly and turned his head, exposing his throat and shreredding the last of Rose's self-control.
Whether it was instinct or experience he would never know.
Berkley walked into the bedroom toweling his hair off after his shower. He'd been teased by his lovers at times for being fastidious, but he just couldn't relax enough to sleep while covered with sweat and sperm. His partner, on the other hand, apparently didn't have that problem. In the dim light he had left on in the bathroom down the hall, he saw JJ curled on his side, snuggling a pillow close. Berkley smiled.
JJ had been doing a lot of that lately, making him smile. He sighed and slid into bed, proping himself up on one elbow. Rose reached out a hand to stroke the back of the young man in front of him, but stopped when he realized he had no idea if JJ was a light sleeper or not. Instead he let his eyes wander where his hands would not.
In a perverse way he was glad JJ had his back turned. He had heard a phrase in a song once that always came back to him in moments like this. In the dead, dark hours after midnight, when the world seems to stop in it's place, you can see a little more clearly, you can look your life in the face. ...Speak the words too true for the day. In the dead dark hours after midnight... God he hated that song.
"Ah hell," he whispered, reassured by the steady, even breathing that JJ was still asleep. "I know exactly why I'm here, not that you'll ever know. You're everything I'm too cynical to be." I have no idea how you can be what you are he continued to himself, I saw the way you looked out that plane window. No one but a child has such innocent pleasure left in them. And you're definately not a child Rose remembered the long, somewhat energetic night he'd just shared with a creative and sensual partner. "No," he purred, "not at all, my Jem."
A stray beam of early-morning sunlight had worked it's way through a crack in the blackout curtains. He watched for a long time while it slid up JJ's thigh with an almost liquid caress, trying not to think of anything at all, and failing miserably.
Finally he gave up and lay down, slipping his arm around JJ to spoon against his back. As he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, Berkley Rose knew he was well and truly hooked.
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