Drink for Two





Series. Dallas

Pairing: J:R: Ewing/Cliff Barnes

Rating: R

Summary: Cliff has a plan


Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes.





"You’re going too far, Barnes.”


"Oh, really?” Cliff Barnes smiled cynically at J.R. Ewing and swirled lazily the whisky in his glass  "I know you would do everything for Ewing Oil, J.R., And if not...” He twitched contemptuously with his shoulders. "I’m sure, Bobby gladly would be more cooperative then you."


J.R. snorted disparagingly as the name of his brother was mentioned.


"You should see it so,” Cliff continued. "We both get what we want: You’re my share at Ewing oil and therefore the firm back, and I bit fun,   after all that’s the least you owe me as you taken care that my wife has left me.” He indicated at the video camera in the corner. "And I’ll have a nice memory later, which still can prove as useful."


"Will you blackmail me, Barnes? This has never worked. You are even more stupid than I thought. I will get you for this and you will pay."


Cliff slipped of the edge of his desk on which he had sat so far, put his glass down and stepped towards his visitor. "Empty words, Ewing, nothing more then as empty words. I don’t fear you any longer. I will never fear you again."


J.R. however said nothing, just stared at his opponent, well aware that if he wouldn't agree to Barnes conditions', his brother would earn the majority in the company if Barnes would sell his shares to Bobby then to him.


Cliff smiled. "I have waited so long to see the great J.R. Ewing winding like a worm at the ground. I will enjoy the sight, if you will beseech..."


"You just forget one thing," J.R. furiously interrupted him. "Your dirty, small plan won't work. You’re just not my type."


Cliff grinned, then stepped even took close and kissed J.R. hard while he roughly grasped at his groin. "Oh really?"


J.R. gasped for air as Barnes let him go and noticed with horror that his opponent really had found something actually there.


"Your whisky," Cliff pointed at the glass in the other’s hand, “Contained a small, yet effective substance that will make sure that you will exactly do what I like you to do."


He grinned. "And now, Ewing, pull your pants down."