Disclaimer: No! I don't own this.

Josh Nichols has a problem. A morning problem to be exact.

It starts the right moment his alarm clock goes on. He hears the squeaks of the urgent bell telling him to wake up, then he hears Drake's moaning of despair in the other bed and it's set.

There it is in all its morning glory. Showing shamelessly under his pajama pants.

Being the problem-solver he is, Josh has tried everything. He tried ignoring it at first because, well, it's part of nature. Then , as it refused to go away, he tried to change the sound of the alarm clock muffling it with a cushion, tried setting it minutes earlier in the hopes of fooling the pattern (because, yes, the morning problem turned into a pattern after some time), he even tried buying another alarm clock.

But, nope! Still there. Alarm goes on, Drake moans and he goes hard as hell.

Josh stands up and walks carefully to his brother's bed, climbs two rungs and shakes the grumpy boy awake, holding his arm two seconds more than necessary.

"Let me sleep, Rhonda!" The names may vary but the routine is always the same. Josh goes back to his bed and waits. He could head to the bathroom but this means meeting Megan who always gets the bathroom first and he knows how mortifying it would be to be caught in that state so he just lays there and starts his self made guide.

He starts thinking of Mindy's cat spraying around the room. Not working. Then he thinks about Mrs. Hayfer in underwear. Even if it worked he couldn't stay there too long so he moves to the next one: Megan's latest prank where he ended with a mouthful of blue ink. The bump finally softens down.

Swoosh! Swap! "Take my shirt to the laundry, will you? Thanks!" Drake tosses his t-shirt at Josh's face and walks out the room yawning, in his pajama pants. The fabric is warm of his skin and smells of soap, sex and Drake.

Josh suppresses a wail before sending his right hand south. He holds the t-shirt near his face while tugging his pajamas string.

He finds it there. Warm, thick and throbbing. The strokes are soft yet steady.

Yes. Yes. Yes. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

He cleans himself with Drakes shirt and then tosses it at his own laundry bag.

Minutes later Drake comes back. "If you don't get up now we gonna be really late and I don't want to look at Mrs. Hayfer's angry face. Urgh!"

Josh stands up with a blissful smile over his face. At least once he's strangled the monster to death.

Thank you for reading. Reviews are much appreciated. Do it for the boys. =)