Disclaimer: I don't own Josh or Drake… obviously.

Rated M for a possible lemon later on, and some adult themes.

I just wanted to make a Drake and Josh fic, because poor Josh is always made fun of! I think it's time he stood up to Drake. And, as I am a yaoi fangirl, I think they're a cute pairing, so here's what you'll get from me! xD It's not my first fic, but the first I've put online. Please no flames, advice and anything I did well would be GREAT! Enjoy.

What's the point anymore? Every single time I try to do things rights, Drake gets all the glory. He uses girls, and then goes and rips me off… And I let him. How? When did I get so weak? Why does everyone hate me? Am I that ugly? What did I ever do to deserve this?

"I need you to help me sneak to the Premier." the brown haired teenager said bluntly as he walked into the room, proceeding towards the window. The crash of the door hitting the wall jarred Josh from his deep thinking, and he watched as the unworthy feet stepped over his scattered books whose pages were torn and frayed from being read countless times. Over journals full of essays strictly based on matter and logic; neither from the experience of sun kissing smiles onto a coat of sensitive skin, nor the feeling of breaking as masochism penetrates the very same, now burnt, skin.

Over dictionaries abundant with words that couldn't explain how love and hate work, or what it truly takes to sever the bond that has always been putting weight on your shoulders when all you want to do is run free. Free from guilt, free from embarrassment, free from love.

Josh had spent days studying these books, writing these journals, reading these dictionaries, but none of them had prepared him for these feelings; nothing had hurt as much as this revelation had in his life. He turned his head so that his eyes met his brothers and didn't even excerpt the strength to lower his jaw in accordance of saying no.

"What's the matter, man?" Drake questioned absently, noticing the tears that slid down his brothers cheeks. The punk honestly couldn't remember seeing Josh cry other than the various times he'd clumsily tripped and fell, or stubbed his tow, water then pooling in his eyes as he laughed and acted like the pain was nothing.

Seeing this weakness in Josh worried him, but the fear was practically subconscious. He didn't even notice it was there – through all of their crazy adventures, not one single moral or life-lesson sunk into his incapable mind. How could Josh expect him to care? How could he rely on the mischivious ass-hole that was his brother?

"Nothing." Josh mumbled, as he slowly got up, dragging his feet across the floor. Drake rolled his eyes as his moping brother passed him. Dread of Josh getting upset over nothing, yet again, set firmly through his body.

"What did Mindy dump you or something?" he asked sarcastically, solely for the purpose of stirring Josh.

"You know, man," Josh started, his gaze piercing Drake. "That happened a fucking month ago! She moved to Florida if you weren't paying attention! Oh, that's right, while I was crying for three days straight you were probably creating some scheme to steal all of my money so you could buy a new girlfriend, huh?" he roared, then collapsing in his bed. He buried his head in the pillow so that he could avoid Drake's face as the brown-hair boy figured a come-back.

But even though Drake defending himself seemed highly likely from Josh's position, the stupid teenager simply stood there in shock. What the tall senior said stupefied him… Josh had been absolutely right; Drake didn't notice that his brother was depressed. And what bothered him even moreso–Josh DID NOT swear. It was unheard of. He could recall the words in his mind: 'Bad language is immoral and uncivilized. There's no point, it only clouds a good vocabulary.' he had said when Drake described one of his ex-girlfriends as a bitch.

Several shockers electrified his mind. Something was seriously wrong, and if he really knew what was best for him, he would use his all to find out what.

"Josh, what's up?" he asked, more enthusiastically than before. His tone was truly worried–it sounded lost. The only response his brother made was turning his head so that he could glare at the punk. Curiosity of why Josh was like this wouldn't leave Drake's mind at peace. He inched his way forward until he was in front of the safety-obsessed senior. "I'm kinda worried," Drake admitted, and without warning, he was pulled by the collar into an unsuspected kiss. Too stunned to move, he stayed as he was; didn't move a muscle. Josh didn't waste time in turning it open-mouthed.

For a blissful thirty seconds, they were melted together; unapproached and left alone. Drake was surprised at his brother's skill. Softly, Josh slid his teeth across the very top of Drake's tongue, his tongue caressing the top of the brown-haired teen's mouth.

Snap out of it! Drake yelled inwardly, as he detached their lips. "That's sick!" he screamed without much thought. "Homo!"

"Yeah, I'm sick, so ya' better leave! Don't want you to catch it!" the tall boy yelled, pointing to the door.

"What's going on with you? We were best buds the other days, and now you're all pissed at me and getting gay towards my mouth!"

"Okay, fine. You really want to know? You steal everything from me! It's all your fault that I'm lonely, and you don't care in the slightest! I sick of you!" For once in his life, Drake's feelings were deeply hurt. Sure, he didn't show it most of the time, but he did care about Josh. And now, the one constant in his life had turned against him. He didn't have anything to say; he didn't know how to feel. His speechless mouth hung open as he sauntered towards his bed. "You know Drake, I'll be graduating soon, so don't bother fixing this. After I leave for college, I won't have time to be your lackey anyway." With those words, he exited the room.

Drake sat atop his loft, thoughts in a daze. He hadn't one idea what he was supposed to think anymore.