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The Pinup
by Genki Aster-kun
Disclaimers: I don't own the Culture Bats, JJ, or JL, if I did wow, that'd be kewl. :DDDDD Just kidding!!111 But yeah, this is just a silly fanfic and I hope the Bats don't min d, though I'm not sure if JJ would mind. :DDD I hear he looks for fics like this all the time on the web. :DDDDDDD If u found it, I hope u like it, JJ!!!
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"Whoohoo! JJ, you pretty thaang, you!"
Twist swept into the kitchen, wiggling the magazine in his hand with a grin before dropping it on the table. He leaned an elbow on JJ's shoulder, remarking in a slightly more serious voice, "Nice ass, man," before giggling and heading for the refrigerator.
JJ stared at him for a second in bewilderment, then at the magazine lying on the table. He sucked juice from his orange off his fingers, wondering why the title sounded so familiar. Then he remembered, and his eyes widened a half-second before LL picked it up, curious. "What the hell are you going on about, Twist?"
JJ made a grab for the magazine. "Nothing it's nothing gimme that--"
LL ignored him, holding said periodical out of reach with a grin. "Well well, if it's THAT interesting.... Where's it at, Twist?"
"LL, I swear to God gimme that before JL--"
Twist smirked as he leaned against the counter, looking out-of-bed-dishevelled at three in the afternoon. "Page thirty-four. And thirty-five. And the good parts of -six and -seven. JJ's been a naw-ty boy." He chortled into his coffee.
JJ leapt from his chair, trying to snatch the magazine as LL started skipping pages. LL saw him coming and stood up, putting the table between them. "Thirty-five, thirty-five, ah, thirty--holy shit, J!" He whistled appreciatively, turning the magazine sideways.
JJ groaned, burying his head in his hands. "Shut up. Just shut up."
There was the sound of pages flipping slowly. "Mmm mmm. I have to agree with Twist, J. You do have an awfully nice ass. And the little pinup girl pose thing? Whew! Hey, Twist, can I borrow this?"
"Sure, man."
"NO! No borrowing! Could we just forget about it, please?"
Twist snickered, grinning. "Hey, JJ, did you make sure to get the negatives?"
"Oh, fuck off, Twist!"
Twist held up his coffeecup in mock-defense. "Hey, it's YOUR little centerfold there, man. Chill. It's not like it's porn or anything. Well, not quite. It's not like it's pics of you fucking goats or something."
LL looked at him, smiling as he tossed the magazine onto the table again. "Yeah, they're nice. You're cute. Chill out. Why'd you do it if you were going to freak out about it?"
Unfortunately, JJ was trying to gather his wits to answer that question and didn't manage to grab the magazine before JL wandered in. "Freak out about what? What's this?" JJ's heart nearly stopped when JL picked it up and scanned the cover. "I didn't know that you did a magazine shoot, Joey."
JJ would have screamed, "Oh, God, no please don't look!" Would have made some sort of noise other than the mortified choke that came out. Unfortunately, his vocal cords were in revolt, and he was too far away to snatch the thing out of JL's hands. He settled for slumping down in his chair and burying his head in his arms again, feeling like he was going to self-combust, he was blushing so hard. Of all the people to see it.... He was going to KILL Twist and LL....
When he dared to peek, the expression on JL's face was exactly everything he'd feared it would be. Not angry, just...disappointed, and a little embarassed. JJ wished that he could just curl up and die right then and there. Predictably, THAT was just when his voice came back online. "Listen, it was just sort of a spur of the moment thing and I wasn't really thinking and I think I'd had you know sorta a lot of candy that day and I don't remember much about it and it was a really really stupid thing to do and I'm...I'm sorry...." he mumbled miserably.
JL cleared his throat, setting the magazine back on the table carefully. "You don't have anything to be sorry for, Joseph." Oh god, he's calling me Joseph, this if fucking HORRIBLE! "They're very well done, it's just a little...surprising, is all." His smile was a little too bright as he refilled his coffeecup and headed back into the living room.
JJ hid his face in his arms, wishing that a big hole would just open up and swallow him whole. But not before he seriously fucking MAIMED LL and Twist....
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After quite a rousing game of keepaway and a surprising amount of violence and, finally, the Pout of Death, he did finally get the damned magazine away from Twist. He was almost afraid to look in it, after all of that, but finally figured that if everyone else had seen it, he'd better know how bad the damage was. He bit his lip and turned to page thirty-five.
JL'd been right. They weren't bad pictures. And they weren't...explicit or anything. I mean, he had his shorts or at least his underwear on in all of them, though they didn't leave too much to the imagination. And he looked good, he did, and he thought that only he or maybe the guys'd be able to see the glazed-candy look in his eyes. Yeah. He'd been so high. He barely remembered anything about the photo shoot. Remembered meeting the photographer at a party and having her talk it up until it sounded like a really good idea, then going back to her studio and there being a lot of lights and costumes and toys and shit. He distinctly remembered her taking pictures of a few things that wouldn't have made a newsstand magazine, including a few with him giving enthusiastic head to a large purple dildo. He guessed that he should have been grateful that she'd wanted to sell them to one of the classier not-quite-nudie magazines rather than some sleazy porn rag. She'd been real
ly nice about it, really. He'd gotten all the negatives a few months ago in the mail, when she'd told him that she'd sold the photo shoot.
He did look good. But he'd been horny. You could see it in the comehither look in his eyes, the flush in his cheeks, the splay of his legs....
He looked easy.
No, worse, since he didn't mind easy.
He looked cheap.
The embarrassed look on JL's face floated in front of his eyes. The last person he wanted to think that he was some sort of brainless idiot who didn't think of anything but the next candy hit and the next fuck....
JJ's stomach felt like it was made of lead, about ready to drop into his toes. He tossed the magazine in the trash and buried his head under his pillow.
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"Joey?"
JJ started. "JL? Hi. I...I didn't hear you there."
"May I come out?"
"Sure! I mean, it's a free balcony, you know?"
JL moved out and closed the sliding door behind him.
JJ bit his lip as JL leaned on the railing next to him. They looked out over the city lights in silence for a while, JJ fidgeting, JL just leaning, until the silence stretched so tight that JJ wanted to start babbling about something, anything, just to fill the silence....
"Joey--"
The dam broke. "You don't need to say it JL I know it was stupid and slutty and I probably should have told you about it since you're the manager and stuff and I'm sure there's some sort of contract thingy I should have signed before I did something on my own like that but it all just sorta happened so fast and I wasn't really thinking and by the time I did it was morning and I wasn't sure I knew who the chick was who took the pictures and that was stupid of me too, not even getting her card or something, or well I did, but it was awhile before I found it and--"
"Joey--" was all JL got out while JJ stopped to breathe.
"--she was really nice about everything evidently I gave her my cell number or email or something and she gave me all the negatives awhile back so everything turned out cool except there're those magazines all over and gawd I was so high and I...I...." JJ ran out of steam, taking a shaking breath. He ducked his head, picking at the paint on the railing.
"Do you...do you regret doing it?" He would have expected JL's voice to sound like his dad or something, saying that, but he just sounded sort of tentatively curious.
JJ ducked his head more, turning his face away from JL to look out at the last of the setting sun. "I...sorta. I mean...that's not who I am, you know? Well, ok, it IS, but not all the time and it's not REALLY...." He looked back, hating the way his voice sounded all pathetic and pleading. "You know, right?" he asked quietly. "You know that that's...that's...."
"Not you," JL finished for him, just as quietly. "I know, Joey. I know." JJ's heart nearly stopped when JL's hand laid itself over JJ's on the railing. Tentatively, half afraid that it was a mistake and JL would pull his hand back when he realized what he'd done, JJ turned his hand so he could thread their fingers. JL's fingers were warm. So very warm against his chilled ones.
JL turned to him, squeezing his hand, his eyes smiling behind his glasses in a way that made him seem...softer, somehow. "I just want you to...I just want you to be happy, Joey. That's all."
And JJ's heart DID stop, came to a thudding, screeching halt in his chest as JL's fingers brushed through his bangs, warmsowarm palm brushing over his cheek, fingers sliding along his jaw, and every bit of blood in his body strained towards that touch.
JJ didn't even realize that he was leaning forward until his arms were already half around JL. He buried his face in JL's chest, breathing in the scent of peppermint and the day's last traces of cologne, tempered with laundry detergent and the smell of cigarette smoke that got into everything.
JJ felt JL stiffen in surprise, felt him draw in a sharp breath, and JJ started to curse himself for a clinging idiot when JL sighed, his arms coming up around JJ's shoulders, solid under his sweater. JJ twined his arms around him tighter, and maybe JL understood, because he didn't say anything, just held him close, laying his cheek against the top of JJ's head. It made JJ feel small and young, but at the same time, it was very JL and he couldn't remember the last time someone'd just held him, not to feel him up or press against him or anything, but just to hold, and it felt so warm and safe and good that he felt tears sting his eyes. He choked them back. He did have SOME pride as a guy, after all.
Finally, he lifted his head, and JL was looking down at him, eyes soft and slightly worried. JJ wanted to smooth the frownlines between his eyes away. He lifted up on his tiptoes, hands on JL's arms, but JL pulled back a bit, voice soft, "Joey...."
JJ shook his head. "I know, I know, but one....? Just...just that. Just one?" Dammit, he was pleading again, but he didn't care. This was a hallucination, or a dream come true, and dammit, if he was going to do this he wanted to taste those lips he'd fantasized about. "Please?" His hands sliding shyly up to touch lovely, frost-hued hair, so much softer than he had ever dreamed it would be.
JL's eyes searched his for a long moment, but in the end that warm hand cupped JJ's cheek again. JJ, watching that searching look through two panes of curved glass, made some sound, two hands moving to gently, so gently take hold of the frames, JL holding still so he could lift them off and away.
JJ couldn't remember the last time he'd seen JL without his glasses on. He looked different...and yet the same. Younger, somehow, his face smoother without the cutting lines of the wire frames, pale eyes a softer, richer shade without the extra layer of glass.
He was so beautiful he made JJ's heart hurt, and then he stretched up or JL stretched down, and their lips met softly, shyly. JJ's fingers curled around the glasses as he leaned up, arms sliding around JL's shoulders, and he dared to open his mouth, just a little, just enough to taste, and he nearly melted on the spot when JL's tongue flicked over his lips, exploring tentatively the roof of his mouth and the hollow under his tongue, slick and hot and tasting of peppermint tea.
God, he was going to get hard every time he had an afterdinner mint, now.
He lost track of how long they stood there, tasting, arms around each other. When they finally pulled apart, JJ was breathing hard, and JL was looking down at him with a kind of guilty stunned wonder, blushing, and it was cute as all hell.
JJ wanted to move back into his arms, rub himself against that solid body, kiss those blushing cheeks, that delicious mouth, run his tongue down JL's neck until he reached sweater and then.... He dug his fingernails into his palms, biting his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth, sucking the taste of JL off it. JL was worth more than that, worth more than the gimmemorenow! moves he'd put on any cute guy at a club. JL didn't just want a quick roll in the hay, probably wouldn't even accept it if he offered. No. He could wait, he told himself. Yeah.
JL smiled at him, a small, approving smile, maybe because he hadn't pushed, and it made him warm from his chest to his cock down to his toes.
JJ couldn't help but smile back, grinning as he settled JL's glasses, experimentally, on his own face, wincing when everything went painfully blurry through them. "Ack..."
JL laughed. "Silly." He reached out, and JJ was very still as the weight of wire and glass was lifted from his nose, JL's face coming back into focus. JL settled them back on his own nose, and something shifted in his face, the responsible, confident JL quietly reasserting himself. "We should go inside. It's getting chilly out here, and you don't have a sweater."
JJ nodded. "Ok."
And it was. JL turned to open the sliding door, and JJ drew his bottom lip between his teeth again, sucking and tasting peppermint.
Waiting. Yeah. He could do that.
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