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r-cameron · 1 year ago

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The straightforward plan

“We kidnap Rafe, tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth and just wait till he starts squawking.”

Summary: When fate presents itself and JJ Maybank sees an opportunity to save his best friend, no one can expect him to just let it slip away, right? So he can’t actually be blamed for going through with his straightforward plan after all. Fate is to blame really. Fate and a 6’2” tall opportunity.

Warnings: violence, threatening with gun, choking, cursing, some homoerotic tension, don’t read if you are offended by mxm pairings

JJ’s POV

This missing scene takes place in s2 e01, after the Pogues find out John B and Sarah are still alive and try to come up with a plan to clear John B’s name, and before they actually go through with that plan.

Admittedly, it wasn’t the best plan, but it was the most straightforward plan, and as Kie had pointed out, they needed to clear John B’s name like yesterday. But JJ gave in to reason, when Pope came up with another plan. That plan involved more preparation and time. And while Pope was somehow using his espionage skills that he got from who knows where to find a witness, JJ had to be patient and wait. Waiting wasn’t JJ’s strongest suit, so he decided to do something in the meantime. Something reasonable like returning to the Island Inn to get the payment they still owed him. He knew they wouldn’t give him any money after they had fired him the other day, so he was up for a more creative way to get what he deserved to have. He knew that the storage room had plenty of useful stuff. And he, being in need of useful stuff, knew his way round the Inn, so he could easily sneak in, get what they owed him, and sneak out again, and be ready for Pope’s plan. But when fate presented itself and he saw an opportunity to save his best friend, no one could expect him to just let it slip away, right? So he couldn’t actually be blamed for going through with his straightforward plan after all. Fate was to blame really. Fate and a 6’2” tall opportunity.

Rafe Cameron stood with his back to JJ when he approached the entrance to the storage room in the basement of the Island Inn. For half a second, JJ wondered what the hell Rafe was doing down there, but really, he didn’t care – those rich folks had a habit of going places that clearly said “staff only” and there was nothing the staff could do about it – not that JJ was a member of the staff anymore. So JJ didn’t hesitate more than that half second and took the opportunity that presented itself. Before Rafe could notice him, JJ hit him on the back of his head with the grip of the gun he, of course, had brought with him. Rafe didn’t drop to the ground and black out like they did in the movies, but he stumbled forward, touching the spot where he had been hit, turned, raised his eyebrows at JJ with a look that was more surprised than anything, muttered a “What the fuck?”, and collapsed into JJ’s arms, with his eyes rolling back into his head as he eventually passed out. JJ had watched him, kinda surprised himself and then he just reacted out of reflex by catching the taller male. And he groaned, because, damn, that guy was heavy.

As quickly as possible, JJ dragged Rafe into the storage room, kicked the door shut and lifted Rafe’s unconscious body onto a chair. Rafe’s head dropped to the side and JJ waited a moment to make sure that Rafe didn’t just fall off the chair, then he searched the room for something to tie him up with. JJ’s breathing had become flat, but it wasn’t just from the exhaustion, adrenaline was rushing through his veins and JJ felt that high that made him believe he was invincible. Fidgeting with a piece of cord he had found, he tied Rafe’s hands together at the back of the chair.

He drew the gun from his waistband and waved it in front of Rafe’s face.

“Time for wakey-wakey, Rafey.”

JJ slapped Rafe’s face with his free hand – at first lightly, then harder, since Rafe didn’t seem to be willing to wake up at once. When the tied-up male slowly opened his eyes, JJ grasped his chin, leaning down to Rafe.

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty. And now talk.” JJ grinned, quite sure of himself as he felt his plan was about to succeed. He’d have Rafe confess in no time and John B could come home a free man.

Yet, instead of talking and confessing, Rafe frowned and got up from the chair – or he at least he tried to.

“Hey yo! Sit!”

Hands on Rafe’s shoulders, JJ tried to push Rafe back onto the chair – he really should have tied him to it, but yeah, whatever, no time to dwell on that – but Rafe, growling now angrily, still managed to lift himself off the chair, so that JJ did the only thing that would stop Rafe from getting up: He sat down on Rafe’s lap. Straddling him, JJ’s weight pressed down on Rafe, making it impossible for the taller male to get up.

“Gee, man. Now can you like relax?”

JJ pushed at Rafe’s shoulder with his left hand, but that bastard just kept sitting upright. Rafe’s eyes glaring at JJ. His mouth pressed into a line, his jaws clenched, and his nostrils flared. His face only inches away from JJ’s.

The younger tilted his head to the side as he answered Rafe’s angry stare with a rather amused – and very self-assured – glint in his eyes.

“I see you can’t do that.” The corners of his mouth twitched.

JJ’s eyes had wandered to the gun he was now holding next to Rafe’s face, not pointing it at him, just holding it there casually as he kept on talking.

“This is how it goes. Real simple. Even you should understand it.”

He held the gun in front of Rafe’s face and his eyes met the other’s who seemed to have been staring at him the whole time without even blinking – fucking psycho.

“You confess to murdering Peterkin and I let you go.”

Rafe’s nostrils flared as he inhaled, his chest expanding. Yet, he didn’t say a word, just kept on glaring directly – and rather unimpressed – at JJ, who frowned and his smirk disappeared.

“Okay. Fine with me. We can do it the hard way then. As you like it.”

In a swift movement, JJ grabbed Rafe’s jaw, forcing his mouth open and pushed the gun’s barrel between his lips.

He could feel how Rafe was tensing up under him, trying to move back, escape, but to no avail. JJ’s grip was firm and he pushed the gun deeper into Rafe’s mouth. Rafe’s eyes widened in shock.

JJ’s hand clenched harder around the grip. All of his mocking amusement was gone from his face. A frown appeared on his forehead. He clenched his teeth as he felt that hot anger rising. Remembering all the times Rafe and his Kook friends had jumped him. How two of those assholes had held him, while the other one had beaten him up. How those cowards had made him feel powerless. But he wasn’t the one who was powerless now. He had the gun. And he forced it harder into Rafe’s mouth. He had the power.

“How does it feel, huh? How does THAT FEEL?!”

He yelled at Rafe, spat the words into his face, and he saw how those eyes were tearing up.

JJ’s breath was uneven, his pulse accelerated. He was pushing harder, moving on Rafe’s lap, getting closer.

And he suddenly stopped and his expression changed from wild angry agitation to bewilderment. He felt something underneath him. Something that was just too prominent to ignore.

“The fuck? You have a boner?”

Taken aback by this discovery, JJ lost focus and Rafe, who must have been tearing at the cord and freed his hands, suddenly lunged forward and grabbed JJ’s arm, pulling that gun out of his mouth. He drew in a sharp breath, let out a furious growl and his right hand shot to JJ’s throat, grasping it, while his left hand kept holding JJ’s arm.

Out of reflex, JJ’s free hand grabbed Rafe’s wrist, trying to stop him from choking him.

He felt that pressure on his throat growing, his mouth opening as he gasped for air. His eyes widened, his pupils dilating. And he met Rafe’s gaze. Those blue eyes darkened, filled with rage and something else, something rawer, more feral.

His fingers tightened around Rafe’s wrist, surely leaving marks, and Rafe’s fingers did the same with JJ’s wrist. They held each other like that. With Rafe’s hand closing around JJ’s throat. And the gun in JJ’s hand pressing against the temple of Rafe’s head.

And they both pushed and pulled at the same time. Both panting with their mouths open. So close to each other. Barely an inch away.

JJ gasped as Rafe’s grip got firmer, his thighs pressed tighter around Rafe’s waist, pushing closer.

Rafe exhaled and let out a whimper, as JJ pressed the muzzle of the gun harder against his temple.

JJ’s eyes flickered, Rafe’s eyes gleamed.

They were so close, JJ could hardly see any details of that savage face right in front of him.

JJ was tensing up, struggling to breathe, while Rafe was panting beneath him, his chest heaving, urging against his. He felt Rafe under him, pushing against him, as his own hips were rocking to meet those movements, those thrusts. He felt that heat, a sensation so intense, like he was burning where they touched – and blazing where they didn’t touch. Aching to be consumed by a wildfire.

JJ’s gaping mouth was hovering over Rafe’s, so very close, he felt that lush heat of Rafe’s breaths being pushed out, hitting his lips. The air between them so thick and hot, he felt that tingling on his lips. Greedily he tasted the air he was struggling to breathe in.

A noise behind him made JJ jump – literally jump off Rafe’s lap and with such force that the chair, and Rafe, fell backwards. Landing on his own butt, JJ got up just in time as the door opened. Rushing past Raz who stood in the doorway, stunned, and then yelled after JJ, “Get the hell outa here!” And JJ just kept on running, his pulse racing, his ears ringing, he was running to get out, get away. He didn’t look back, didn’t hear what Raz said when seeing Rafe Cameron lying on the floor in the storage room, breathing hard. A loose cord around his wrist. And a massive boner in his pants.

a/n: This scene was missing from the episode. I fixed it. You’re welcome.