Sleep

In My Bed?

Disclaimer: I sadly still do not own them.

Rated: T

Summary: Josh finds Drake asleep in his bed when he gets home from work. Some Josh musings about the situation and Drake in general. D/J Slash.

A/N: I noticed that every week for the past few weeks I have posted something, and I figured why stop now. This is no longer a One-Shot. Thanks to the reviews and the PM's I have decided to post more. Hopefully within the next couple of days. It is hard for me to write on the weekends w/ things so busy so if I don't get to write it today/tomorrow then it will be Monday I would say before it is posted. Thank you for reading.

In My Bed?

Josh blinked his eyes and shook his head at what he figured was probably a figment of his imagination. More like a heavenly creature. He looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven and landed in his bed. A beautiful sight that absolutely couldn't be real. He wondered what would happen if he reached out and touched this vision? Would it disappear into his mind again?

He quietly gathered his pajamas and took a shower. Then, he thought, his mind will be clear and whatever drugs he really wasn't on that made him hallucinate like that will be out of his system. Instead of clearing his mind though the steam from the shower seemed to cloud it even more with the thoughts that were swimming in it now.

He sighed and got out. He took his time drying off, getting dressed, and brushing his teeth because if in fact his idea of perfection wasn't just something his mind conjured up after a long night at work and was in fact in his bed then what was he supposed to do.

He walked back into the bedroom quietly to not disturb anything that may or may not be real. He was at his bed and as earlier, he was still there, curled up under his covers.

He froze. He didn't want to move. He didn't know what to do. Should he climb the ladder to the empty bed? Should he go to their couch? Should he wake the sleeping boy and ask him to go to his own bed, or should he just climb into bed?

It wasn't like it was wrong, right? He thought. They were both clothed and one of them was already sleeping. It was his bed after all; he should have the privilege to sleep in it. He did so every night. This night was different though, he reasoned.

If he did and Drake woke up would he get freaked out? Would he think Josh "wanted" him? Josh shook his head and again said to himself that it was his bed.

He figured if he did wake sleeping beauty, sleeping boy up that perhaps sleeping boy would become not so angelic, and he was too tired to deal with a fight.

He decided that if in fact Drake freaked out he would just point out the obvious and state that it was his bed and that if anyone should have been in it, it should have been him. He smiled at the boldness in his mind, held his breath, and climbed in softly. He reached over to the table and turned off the dim lamp.

He let out the breath slowly and quietly. He managed to not wake Drake up. He tried to immediately go to sleep to avoid any awkward situations or thoughts but failed.

He turned his head to watch Drake in peaceful slumber wondering what the other boy was dreaming. He wondered what Drake was even doing in his bed to begin with and couldn't wait for the explanation, if he even gave one. Sometimes Drake just did things, no explaining, no thoughts as to why, he just did them.

He resisted the urge to reach his hand out and brush his hair, to touch his face, and he resisted the urge to move closer and hold him. He realized his heart was beating faster and knew he had to pull his eyes away from what he again called perfection.

He figured this would be as close as he would get to Drake and decided to keep it in his memory and smiled.

He again wondered what possessed Drake to be there to begin with and thought of different scenarios. Perhaps Megan pulled some kind of prank forbidding him to sleep in his bed or even their couch. But if that was the case then he could have slept downstairs or even… He shook his head.

He wouldn't put it past Megan though, she always was convincing that you could actually die if you did something she didn't like even if she was going to be the cause of your death, and if that was the case Drake wouldn't have told the parents because they wouldn't have believed him anyway.

Or maybe he had something really important to tell him about the band or something and was waiting for him to get home and just sort of fell asleep. That would have been believable if Drake had been on top of the covers instead of under them all like he was cocooning himself into a long-term hibernation.

Maybe he came home drunk and passed out. Then again he did have pajamas on and was under the covers so he had to at sometime put the pajamas on. Besides, he didn't smell like alcohol. No he smelled like perfection, if perfection was a fragrance, Josh thought.

He rolled his eyes at just how many times he referred to his stepbrother as perfection tonight (and most of the time in his mind) and was surprised and impressed actually that he never did it out loud. He thinks though that his brain knows how that could destroy him and keeps it safe for him.

He does think that though, a lot. That is how he sees and has pretty much always seen him. Nobody is as good as him. Nobody could ever, as they say, hold a candle to him. His hair, his body, his charm, his voice, even his mind, though he seldom used it unless it was about music or something.

Everything about him was perfect, even though people said there was no such thing. He would smile at them, yes they called him naïve, but he didn't care. Perfection, though it did exist, was untouchable, unless in a quick hug or kiss on the cheek out of gratitude or excitement (and once in an Oprah induced frenzy, on the lips) But other than a brotherly touch, perfection was untouchable… at least tonight though it was within reach.

He barely audibly sighed as his mind wound down and he started slowly falling… to sleep this time. As he reached the state between consciousness and unconsciousness he felt or at least his mind let him think he felt a small soft kiss on his cheek. That thought, if only a thought was enough to put a smile on his face as he fell into the most peaceful sleep he had in a long time.