I do not own Drake & Josh or anything related. Those rights belong to Dan Schneider.
Title: Like This
Author: Bitch Slap Love / Against A Wall
Rating: T for BrothaCest
Warnings: Out-Of-Character
Couple: Drake/Josh
Summary: Drake helps Josh out.
Inspiration: The Episode 'Mindy's Back' in Season Three.
Author Note: I don't think Drake would have kept refusing Josh if he'd kept asking.
Word Count: 545
EDIT:// Real one this time. Sorry.
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"I'm not really asking for a demonstration." Josh said desperately, hands gripping the steering wheel tight. "Just- just tell me what to do."
Drake rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Josh." He cast a wary glance out the car window at the house they were currently parked outside of. "Mindy is right there waiting for you." He turned back to his stepbrother. "You'll react automatically. Trust me. You don't need a 'demostrayation' or for me to tell you."
"But I do." Josh whined, wiggling in his seat. He reached out and set a hand on Drake's shoulder. "Just explain to me what to do. I don't want to mess this up, Drake." His eyes were pleading now. "This is important to me."
Drake stared at Josh's pitiful expression for a moment. "Ohhh." He groaned, his hands flailing a bit as he gave in. "Look, I can't tell you what to do." Drake paused, trying to think of a way to do this. "Here, be Mindy."
"Hah?" Josh squeaked, jerking back.
Drake grabbed him and pulled him back forward. "Don't. Move." He squeezed Josh's shoulders with each word. "Pretend you're The Crea- I mean, Mindy and I'm you." He started to move forward then stopped again. "I'm going to repeat this. Do. Not. Move."
Josh didn't know what to do, so he did as he was told and froze.
After being sure Josh wasn't going to something weird, Drake tilted his head to the side a fraction, his hands rising to Josh's face. "Do it like this." One hand lightly cupped his cheek, the other sliding around to the back of his neck. Shifting forward, Drake hovered his lips over Josh's.
"When you get here," He whispered, slightly unnerved by the feel of his stepbrother's breath on his face. "Stop and have her come to you." Drake hastily moved away, hands coming off of Josh and crossing over his chest. "Got it?"
Looking a little dazed, Josh blinked languidly. "Um, I don't know." He bit his lip, and glanced down at his hands, currently placed in his lap. He glanced back up. "Could I try? Just once?" He added the last part hastily, palms flying in the air facing toward Drake, showing he was harmless.
Drake frowned and sighed. "Fine, but only once."
Josh's eyes widened slightly but he didn't hesitate further. Reaching up, he let both hands touch Drake's face. While one did as Drake's had and went around back, the other traced it's thumb across the freckled skin under Drake's eye before Josh curled his fingers beneath Drake's chin, tilting his head up. With a slightly faltering motion, he tipped his head and leaned in close enough for their mouths to touch.
"Like this?" Josh murmured, voice trembling softly.
Caught by the feeling of pressure on the back of his skull and the equally compelling sensation of his stomach doing somersaults, Drake lurched forward, pressing their lips flush together.
They jerked away, but not before Drake had threaded his fingers with Josh's hair and Josh could taste Drake's tongue on his lips.
After an awkward silence where they both fought to control their suddenly ragged breathing, Drake licked his lips and smiled weakly. "Yeah."
Josh shot him a confused, flushed look.
"Just like that."
