FAKE Ficlet: Jammed Tight
Title: Jammed Tight
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: JJ, Dee, Drake, Ted.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: This has to be the most humiliating situation JJ has ever been stuck in.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Past Prompts Revisited using Challenge 256: Bin at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters.
It was humiliating, and okay, maybe it had been his own fault in a way, but that wasn’t making JJ feel any better about his current situation. Dee’s crack about JJ’s ass being bigger than he’d thought had only added insult to injury. JJ loved Dee to distraction, but sometimes the man of his dreams could be so hurtful.
All JJ had wanted to do was greet Mr Wonderful, a quick kiss and hug, because he hadn’t seen Dee for over a week, and he’d been excited to welcome him back. Not that Dee had been gone, exactly, aside from a couple of days off, but he and JJ had been working different shifts recently, and then Dee had been in court, testifying on one of his and Ryo’s cases…
Anyway, Dee’s reaction had been unexpected. He always protested at JJ’s public displays of affection, telling him to get off and leave him alone, but JJ was sure in time he could wear the black-haired love god’s resistance down. Only this time, Dee had shoved him away so hard that JJ had stumbled backwards, tripped on his own feet, and…
In the background, JJ could hear Dee protesting his innocence, insisting he wasn’t to blame for the smaller man’s predicament, but JJ tuned him out, trying to extricate himself, to no avail. Drake offered him a hand up, for all the good that would do, since JJ was practically folded in half, and while his feet just about reached the floor, he couldn’t get any leverage. It sucked to be so short. JJ usually thought of himself as compact, but right now the term seemed in bad taste.
“I can’t get up, Drakey; I think you’ll just have to try pulling.”
“Whatever you say. Here goes.” Drake gripped his partner under the arms, but it didn’t help much. “It’s no good, JJ. You’re completely stuck.”
Ted wandered over to offer assistance. He was grinning, but under the circumstances JJ decided not to hold that against him. It wasn’t like anyone else was jumping to help.
“You grab his arms and pull him,” Ted said. “I’ll hold the bin.”
JJ winced at the reminder of exactly WHERE he was stuck; his butt, wedged tightly in the trash bin that sat by his desk, was starting to go numb.
“I have a better idea,” said Drake. “I’ll hold JJ, and you pull the trash bin off him.”
“Okay, we’ll try it your way.”
Arranging JJ so his feet were on the floor and his butt, complete with trash can, was sticking out at a jaunty angle, Drake grabbed his partner under the arms again and Ted gripped the bin. More tugging ensued, both Drake and Ted going red in the face. The bin remained right where it was.
“I hate to say this, JJ,” Drake said at last, panting breathlessly. “But I think we’re gonna have to call the fire department.”
JJ groaned. What had he done to deserve such total humiliation?
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: JJ, Dee, Drake, Ted.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: This has to be the most humiliating situation JJ has ever been stuck in.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Past Prompts Revisited using Challenge 256: Bin at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters.
It was humiliating, and okay, maybe it had been his own fault in a way, but that wasn’t making JJ feel any better about his current situation. Dee’s crack about JJ’s ass being bigger than he’d thought had only added insult to injury. JJ loved Dee to distraction, but sometimes the man of his dreams could be so hurtful.
All JJ had wanted to do was greet Mr Wonderful, a quick kiss and hug, because he hadn’t seen Dee for over a week, and he’d been excited to welcome him back. Not that Dee had been gone, exactly, aside from a couple of days off, but he and JJ had been working different shifts recently, and then Dee had been in court, testifying on one of his and Ryo’s cases…
Anyway, Dee’s reaction had been unexpected. He always protested at JJ’s public displays of affection, telling him to get off and leave him alone, but JJ was sure in time he could wear the black-haired love god’s resistance down. Only this time, Dee had shoved him away so hard that JJ had stumbled backwards, tripped on his own feet, and…
In the background, JJ could hear Dee protesting his innocence, insisting he wasn’t to blame for the smaller man’s predicament, but JJ tuned him out, trying to extricate himself, to no avail. Drake offered him a hand up, for all the good that would do, since JJ was practically folded in half, and while his feet just about reached the floor, he couldn’t get any leverage. It sucked to be so short. JJ usually thought of himself as compact, but right now the term seemed in bad taste.
“I can’t get up, Drakey; I think you’ll just have to try pulling.”
“Whatever you say. Here goes.” Drake gripped his partner under the arms, but it didn’t help much. “It’s no good, JJ. You’re completely stuck.”
Ted wandered over to offer assistance. He was grinning, but under the circumstances JJ decided not to hold that against him. It wasn’t like anyone else was jumping to help.
“You grab his arms and pull him,” Ted said. “I’ll hold the bin.”
JJ winced at the reminder of exactly WHERE he was stuck; his butt, wedged tightly in the trash bin that sat by his desk, was starting to go numb.
“I have a better idea,” said Drake. “I’ll hold JJ, and you pull the trash bin off him.”
“Okay, we’ll try it your way.”
Arranging JJ so his feet were on the floor and his butt, complete with trash can, was sticking out at a jaunty angle, Drake grabbed his partner under the arms again and Ted gripped the bin. More tugging ensued, both Drake and Ted going red in the face. The bin remained right where it was.
“I hate to say this, JJ,” Drake said at last, panting breathlessly. “But I think we’re gonna have to call the fire department.”
JJ groaned. What had he done to deserve such total humiliation?
The End