FAKE Fic: One-Sided Attraction
Title: One-Sided Attraction
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, JJ.
Rating: PG
Setting: Before the manga, while Dee and JJ are cadets at the police academy.
Summary: Just because he’s bisexual doesn’t mean that Dee finds everyone attractive. Like most people he has a type, and JJ Adams isn’t it.
Word Count: 940
Written For: Challenge 372: Type at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
After they first met at the police academy, and after he’d heroically and perhaps foolishly saved the smaller man from a bunch of homophobic fellow cadets, JJ surprised Dee by asking him out on a date. One thing JJ wasn’t short of was self-confidence. Another was optimism. He seemed to assume that since Dee had so willingly played the gallant hero to his fellow gay person in distress, there must naturally be some interest there. He was wrong.
“Sorry, but I’m already seein’ someone, and even if I wasn’t I still wouldn’t be interested. No offence, you seem like an okay kinda guy, when you’re not headbuttin’ me in the nose, but you’re not my type. See ya around, maybe.”
As far as Dee was concerned, that should have been the end of it, but then JJ had caught him out on a date with the girl he’d been dating at the time and had gotten all offended.
“Now I know what you meant when you said I’m not your type,” the younger man said, confronting Dee outside the men’s room of the cadets’ favourite watering hole one weekend. “You like girls! I thought you were gay like me, but you flat-out lied. Either that or you’re trying to pass as straight!”
“Wrong and wrong. Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m bi, and right now I happen to be seein’ a girl. If I’m attracted to someone, I don’t give a damn if they’re a guy or a gal. I like who I like, and I gotta say, that doesn’t include you. Feels like you’re stalkin’ me an’ it’s startin’ to piss me off, so go find someone else to bother.”
Dee hated seeing the hurt look of JJ’s face, but sometimes a guy had to be cruel to be kind. There was never going to be anything between himself and JJ; the little guy simply wasn’t his type. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t have liked JJ as a friend, there just wasn’t any sexual attraction on Dee’s part. Whatever JJ felt for him, it was never going to be reciprocated.
It wasn’t even that Dee’s ‘type’ was that specific, Guys or girls, blondes, brunettes, or redheads, variety was the spice of life. But Dee was six-two, near as damnit, he hadn’t been measured in a while so he could even be a little taller than that, and he didn’t date anyone shorter than five-ten, out of respect for his back. He’d had a girlfriend once who was eight inches shorter than him and just kissing her goodnight had practically put his back out, never mind indulging in a long, drawn-out smooching session. JJ was five-eight, when he stood ramrod straight, and Dee suspected he wore lifts in his shoes. He didn’t meet Dee’s height requirements.
That wasn’t the only thing JJ had against him; was also on the camp side, which had never been Dee’s thing, his choice of casual clothes was flamboyant to say the least, he was obsessed with fashion, clothes being one of his favourite topics of conversation, and he was just so damned bubbly! Being around him was exhausting.
Given a choice, Dee preferred someone quieter. Not subdued or withdrawn, and definitely not any kind of a doormat, but... a thinker, someone who would balance out his own impulsiveness, someone with varied interests that he could have a good conversation with. Someone he didn’t feel was constantly trying to impress him, someone with their own opinions, someone who’d stand up to him instead of falling over themselves to please him the way JJ tried to do.
Oh, and long legs and a tight ass. So what if that was shallow? He liked legs long enough to wrap around him in the throes of passion; that was so hot!
Fact was, JJ didn’t tick any of Dee’s boxes, and the stalkerish behaviour was a turn-off too. It was kind of a shame, because without that, maybe the two of them could have been good friends. here still weren’t a huge number of openly LGBTQ+ people interested in pursuing a career in law enforcement. The ones there were ought to stick together, support each other, have each other’s backs, which was what Dee had been trying to do when he’d rescued JJ from that bunch of asswipes, and look how well THAT had turned out! Now he didn’t dare try to be JJ’s friend because he knew the little guy would read something more into it, and the last thing Dee wanted was to encourage him.
Well, that was JJ’s loss, not Dee’s; he’d never asked for JJ’s hero-worship, he didn’t need it, he didn’t want it, and he wasn’t going to let it interfere with his training. Besides, in a few weeks it wouldn’t be an issue anymore. He’d be graduating ahead of the younger cadet, and he’d heard tell of rumours that said JJ was already being courted by the LAPD on the strength of his marksmanship abilities. Hopefully if he was offered the opportunity of further sniper training and maybe a job in L.A., he’d take it and be out of Dee’s hair.
In the meantime, Dee had exams to revise for. Mother had only just managed to scrape together enough money for the academy fees, and Dee had worked a bunch of part-time jobs to save enough money himself to cover any other costs. He had to graduate first try, and then he’d be leaving the police academy and JJ Adams far behind for the life of a rookie cop.
If he was lucky, their paths would never cross again.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, JJ.
Rating: PG
Setting: Before the manga, while Dee and JJ are cadets at the police academy.
Summary: Just because he’s bisexual doesn’t mean that Dee finds everyone attractive. Like most people he has a type, and JJ Adams isn’t it.
Word Count: 940
Written For: Challenge 372: Type at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
After they first met at the police academy, and after he’d heroically and perhaps foolishly saved the smaller man from a bunch of homophobic fellow cadets, JJ surprised Dee by asking him out on a date. One thing JJ wasn’t short of was self-confidence. Another was optimism. He seemed to assume that since Dee had so willingly played the gallant hero to his fellow gay person in distress, there must naturally be some interest there. He was wrong.
“Sorry, but I’m already seein’ someone, and even if I wasn’t I still wouldn’t be interested. No offence, you seem like an okay kinda guy, when you’re not headbuttin’ me in the nose, but you’re not my type. See ya around, maybe.”
As far as Dee was concerned, that should have been the end of it, but then JJ had caught him out on a date with the girl he’d been dating at the time and had gotten all offended.
“Now I know what you meant when you said I’m not your type,” the younger man said, confronting Dee outside the men’s room of the cadets’ favourite watering hole one weekend. “You like girls! I thought you were gay like me, but you flat-out lied. Either that or you’re trying to pass as straight!”
“Wrong and wrong. Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m bi, and right now I happen to be seein’ a girl. If I’m attracted to someone, I don’t give a damn if they’re a guy or a gal. I like who I like, and I gotta say, that doesn’t include you. Feels like you’re stalkin’ me an’ it’s startin’ to piss me off, so go find someone else to bother.”
Dee hated seeing the hurt look of JJ’s face, but sometimes a guy had to be cruel to be kind. There was never going to be anything between himself and JJ; the little guy simply wasn’t his type. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t have liked JJ as a friend, there just wasn’t any sexual attraction on Dee’s part. Whatever JJ felt for him, it was never going to be reciprocated.
It wasn’t even that Dee’s ‘type’ was that specific, Guys or girls, blondes, brunettes, or redheads, variety was the spice of life. But Dee was six-two, near as damnit, he hadn’t been measured in a while so he could even be a little taller than that, and he didn’t date anyone shorter than five-ten, out of respect for his back. He’d had a girlfriend once who was eight inches shorter than him and just kissing her goodnight had practically put his back out, never mind indulging in a long, drawn-out smooching session. JJ was five-eight, when he stood ramrod straight, and Dee suspected he wore lifts in his shoes. He didn’t meet Dee’s height requirements.
That wasn’t the only thing JJ had against him; was also on the camp side, which had never been Dee’s thing, his choice of casual clothes was flamboyant to say the least, he was obsessed with fashion, clothes being one of his favourite topics of conversation, and he was just so damned bubbly! Being around him was exhausting.
Given a choice, Dee preferred someone quieter. Not subdued or withdrawn, and definitely not any kind of a doormat, but... a thinker, someone who would balance out his own impulsiveness, someone with varied interests that he could have a good conversation with. Someone he didn’t feel was constantly trying to impress him, someone with their own opinions, someone who’d stand up to him instead of falling over themselves to please him the way JJ tried to do.
Oh, and long legs and a tight ass. So what if that was shallow? He liked legs long enough to wrap around him in the throes of passion; that was so hot!
Fact was, JJ didn’t tick any of Dee’s boxes, and the stalkerish behaviour was a turn-off too. It was kind of a shame, because without that, maybe the two of them could have been good friends. here still weren’t a huge number of openly LGBTQ+ people interested in pursuing a career in law enforcement. The ones there were ought to stick together, support each other, have each other’s backs, which was what Dee had been trying to do when he’d rescued JJ from that bunch of asswipes, and look how well THAT had turned out! Now he didn’t dare try to be JJ’s friend because he knew the little guy would read something more into it, and the last thing Dee wanted was to encourage him.
Well, that was JJ’s loss, not Dee’s; he’d never asked for JJ’s hero-worship, he didn’t need it, he didn’t want it, and he wasn’t going to let it interfere with his training. Besides, in a few weeks it wouldn’t be an issue anymore. He’d be graduating ahead of the younger cadet, and he’d heard tell of rumours that said JJ was already being courted by the LAPD on the strength of his marksmanship abilities. Hopefully if he was offered the opportunity of further sniper training and maybe a job in L.A., he’d take it and be out of Dee’s hair.
In the meantime, Dee had exams to revise for. Mother had only just managed to scrape together enough money for the academy fees, and Dee had worked a bunch of part-time jobs to save enough money himself to cover any other costs. He had to graduate first try, and then he’d be leaving the police academy and JJ Adams far behind for the life of a rookie cop.
If he was lucky, their paths would never cross again.
The End