A/N: I've never actually written a Drake and Josh fic yet. I have never written anything really slashy either. So please be patient and don't flame me! This idea just came to me – everyone else always gives these awesome descriptions and while I'm completely unsure of my ability to do that, being that I'm still trying to figure out the mechanics of gay sex and I haven't yet experienced het, I do enjoy this little plot bunny that's taken root in my brain. Please enjoy it for what it is, unbeta'd, and not very well thought out :]

"I can't believe it. I damn well can't believe it." Drake sat on his bed, in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, (how the fuck does he find skin-tight flannel pajama pants?) mouth agape.

Josh pokes his head up from the physics book he's been studying and grins. "You're still not over that yet?"

"No, damn straight, I am not over that yet! It's not fair! I'm Drake Parker, sex god, and you're-"

"Josh Nichols, committed relationship boy?"

"Josh Nichols, the boy who's only ever fucked Mindy freaking Crenshaw!"

That would hurt under different circumstances. If he hadn't figured out earlier that his dick is bigger than Drake's. And yes, that is what they're arguing over.

"Drake, Drake, Drake. Clearly, you're making the girls happy, no matter how small you are. And I have it on good authority you have also fucked Mindy freaking Crenshaw."

Drake turned, pursed his lips and glared at his step-brother.

"Besides, Drake," Josh chastised, standing up and walking towards his brother. "I don't care how big you are."

Drake couldn't think of a comeback. It was only because Josh was less than six inches from his face. That was all.

Josh leaned down, put his face even closer to Drake's. He smiled, feeling how hard this was becoming for his step-brother. Literally, his mind added. Shut up, brain.

"Josh?" At the sound of his name, Josh looked up to see Drake looking at him pleadingly, with a hint of anticipation. Josh grinned. "Are you planning on doing anything or just driving me insane?"

Deliberately breathing against Drake's neck, "How about both?"

Drake groaned, deep in his throat, and threw his arm up around Josh's neck, pulling him down on top of him. Josh moved to get up, but Drake's legs wrapping around his waist prevented him from any sort of motion.

"This isn't a problem, is it?" Drake's voice broke, shifting to gain easier access to Josh's mouth.

"Mm-mm." Josh struggled to give his answer while allowing Drake to shove his tongue into Josh's mouth. Josh's hands couldn't decide if they wanted to be around Drake's hips or scratching at his chest. He settled for both.

Holy shit. He was touching nipples. That weren't his own. Or a girl's. And he thought he was doing pretty well judging by the twitching and panting he could feel and hear from Drake.

Daringly, Drake began to rub himself against Josh's erection. Twitching and throbbing, both boys grinded against each other. They both came undone quickly, came calling the others name. Lay there sighing and breathing heavily, grinning.

"Now, do you still care?" Josh tilted his head to look at Drake.

Drake's answer wasn't verbal. He just sat up and kissed Josh one more time, touched foreheads, and changed his clothes. "Game Sphere?"

"Sure." Josh's grin only grew wider.

"I can still beat the pants off of you."

"Sure, sure, Drake. Whatever you say.

"Figuratively, of course. We all know I can do it literally quite easily."

"Whoa, when did you figure out the difference between literal and figurative? You were too busy skipping class and making out with Jessica and Brandi and Trisha..."

"Okay, that list could take hours, can we stop now?"

"Cocky much?"

"Only for you," Drake whispered, and Josh knew the Game Sphere tournament would be delayed.

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