Disclaimer: I don't own Drake and Josh.
A/N: There's a scene in "Megan's First Kiss" where Drake is holding an ice pop. If you have a dirty mind, the scene is full of innuendo and the fact that the ice pop ends up in Walter's ear seems really inappropriate. I decided to see what the boys would do with an ice pop when dad wasn't around.
Josh finished his tenth lap and pulled himself up out of the pool. The cement was hot against the soles of his feet as he walked over to Drake, who was stretched out on his stomach on a lounge chair. Drake's face was resting against the crook of his arm, and Josh couldn't tell if he was sleeping or simply basking in the warm sun.
Josh flicked his hands and a few water droplets landed on Drake's back. Drake turned his head and squinted through his eyelashes at Josh. "How long have we been here?"
"An hour maybe. You're starting to get a little pink."
"Get the sun block?" Drake said sleepily.
Josh grabbed a towel and dried himself off, then offered the sun block to Drake.
"Nuh uh, you do it. I can't reach." Drake grinned lazily.
Josh smoothed sun block over Drake's back and freckled shoulders. He slowly rubbed it in, letting his hands linger as long as possible on Drake's bare skin.
Drake murmured, "Mmmm, nice," and Josh thought he was drifting off to sleep when he suddenly wriggled over onto his back. "Do my front too," he drawled seductively.
"Drake!" hissed Josh, his face heating up. "This is a public place. We can't fool around here."
"Sure we can," Drake smirked. "People only notice what they want to notice. Loan me a dollar and I'll prove it," he said, opening Josh's wallet.
"You're going to get us in trouble."
"Maybe, but it'll be worth it."
Josh watched Drake walk towards the snack bar in his little red Speedo. After several weeks at the pool, his skin was lightly tanned, his hair was sun-bleached to the lighter red it had been when they first met, and his hips—my God, those hips—everyone over the age of twelve must be noticing the flirty way Drake swung those hips.
Josh sunk down into a waiting plastic chair.
In a minute, Drake came back holding an ice pop. Cherry, of course.
Drake dragged a chair around to face Josh. Sitting down, he stretched out a leg so that the sides of their feet were just touching. He locked eyes with Josh and slowly ran his tongue up the full length of the ice pop. He slid it into his mouth and dropped his head slightly, so that his eyes were peeking out from behind a curtain of bangs. He continued sucking on the ice pop, sliding it in and out of his mouth and staring intently at Josh's face until Josh was certain they would be arrested for lewd conduct. As the ice pop melted, a thin trickle of sticky red syrup ran down Drake's wrist. He brought his arm up to his mouth and licked it off.
Josh breathed, "You win. Stop before you kill me."
Drake's eyes flicked to Josh's crotch and he grinned wickedly. He rubbed the top of Josh's foot with his toes. "Your face is a little pink. We've probably been out in the sun too long. I'm all sticky, so I'm going to go rinse myself off." He winked and swaggered away.
Josh gathered up their shoes and wallets and sunglasses. Clutching a towel strategically in front of himself, he made his way to the showers. He told himself that it wouldn't matter if there were four feet showing beneath the bottom of the flimsy plastic shower curtain in the changing room. After all, people only notice what they want to notice.
