Author: therubyone
Word Count: 12,175
Disclaimer: Drake and Josh SO not owned by me, but are the properties of powerful corporations I do not wish in any way to piss off; no profit made nor sought by me.
Summary: Josh and Drake are grounded again, but the boys are pleased to spend the time together. Josh has planned a special evening for them out on the town, including a double date, but will things go according to plan?
Rating: M for Mature - contains slash, drug use and het, so be warned!
Spoilers: Action set in the general D/J universe soon after the events shown in the Steered Straight episode.

Teaser: "Come here, if you want me to please you."
Author's Note: This is seriously slashy, that means descriptions of male/male sexual activity. If you find this upsetting, skip to Chapter 3 immediately!
Ch 1 of 6

PLEASE PLEASE ME

Chapter 1. Grounded Again.

Josh Nichols leaned back on the bedroom sofa. His pants were down around his knees. Drake Parker was alongside, bending over his lap and vigorously sucking his cock. Josh was rapidly reaching the point of no return, when the motion stopped. Somewhat malevolently, Drake pulled away and with a smirk inquired, "Well, am I better than she is?"

Josh sighed, and then groaned.

Looking up, Drake insisted, "Tell me, or I'll leave you to finish by yourself."

"When did this turn into a contest?" asked Josh, with resignation.

Drake, continuing to grin, taunted, "Since I read your journal and found out about your last date with Register 5."

Shaking his head, Josh sighed again, saying "Why do you insist on violating my personal boundaries all the time? This isn't fair at all, you know."

Drake wanted to win the argument, so he started stroking Josh's erection nice and steady. Despite his annoyance, a wave of pleasure washed over Josh and he admitted "You know me so well, and we've had more times together, so I'll have to say you ARE better. Satisfied?"

Drake made a general "humph" sound and again placed his mouth on Josh's fine dick. Josh rested his large hand on Drake's back, while Drake continued to drive him crazy with every bob of his auburn-haired head.

Drake could feel Josh's hand bunching up the fabric on the back of his shirt, communicating his advanced state of excitement. Following a sharp intake of breath, Josh hissed warningly, "Teeth!" and pulled hard on the shirt. Drake opened his mouth a bit wider, made sure his lips were covering his teeth, and started to suck a little faster. This set off a chain reaction in Josh's scrotum, resulting in a series of violent muscular contractions, which released jets of semen, culminating in a near-blackout of ecstasy for Josh.

Drake reached over to the coffee table, grabbed the glass of water sitting there, and let the fluid fall from his mouth into the glass, gazing at the white, gluey strands as they swirled around and sank to the bottom. When Josh's breathing slowed, he gave a throaty chuckle, saying, "Watching you do that makes me feel like a rattlesnake you've just milked of its venom."

Drake barked out "Ha!" and replied, "You know I don't like to swallow."

Drake had pounced on Josh with lecherous abandon the minute Josh had returned from work earlier that evening. Josh was tired and now feeling, not quite drained, but extremely relaxed. He got up to finish changing out of his work clothes.

Drake lit a stick of incense and put it in the holder. Then he fired up a doobie and took a long drag. He was mighty buzzed and that's why he couldn't keep his hands off Josh. The two of them were grounded. Again. They were allowed out to attend school and go to work. Drake was too high to bother climbing out the window and go looking for fun. He was happy now that his "cellmate" was back.

"So, what have you been doing while I was at work?" Josh asked, as he poked through his closet.

Drake came up and offered the joint to Josh, who accepted it and toked hard, several times, to catch up, then stubbed it out in the ashtray on the desk beside the bed.

Drake took a seat on Josh's bed. "After I rehearsed, I worked on that new song I started, listened to some tunes, did some reading for English, IMed some girls, noshed through my snacks, and that's when I got really bored and started trying to figure out your password -- so I could look on your user. 'PANTHATAR?' Please! Why not make it at least a little difficult? It seems you haven't been giving me all the gory details of what you and Register 5 have been up to, my brotha!"

Josh, irked, sat down on the bed to put on a fresh pair of socks. "I don't give you the 3rd degree after every date you've been on. In fact, I don't WANT to know. Are you jealous or something?"

"God! Maybe I AM!" This suddenly struck Drake deep in his funny-bone; he started to laugh, snickering crazily. He got up and went down the steps to the lowest level of their room. Picking up the remote for their sound system, he selected from the early Beatles. The song Please Please Me started to play. "Please please me whoa yeah like I please you!" Drake tossed the remote onto the sofa and started playing air guitar and singing along to the music.

Now feeling the high, Josh, in his tight, faded blue jeans and orange and gray 'hoodie of hotness,' returned to the couch. Patting the seat next to him, with a twinkle in his sexy green eyes, he beckoned to Drake and said, "I can take a hint. Come here, if you want me to please you." Drake flew onto Josh's lap and into his arms. "What do you think I brought you from the Premiere, hmm?" prompted Josh, rubbing Drake's nose with his own, Eskimo style.

"CANDY," said Drake in a fancy voice, "SPECIAL CANDY, I hope!"

"That's right. All your favorites," said Josh, presenting Drake with a bag of delights, which he had momentarily hidden behind a pillow on the sofa. "I figured you'd have the munchies."

Drake beamed, hugged Josh, said "Thanks, Candyman!" and cheerfully turned his attention to unwrapping and devouring a package of Flutter Nutter. Josh knew Drake had one hell of a sweet tooth and he had long since given up trying to get Drake to regulate his sugar intake. Instead, it pleased him to spoil Drake in this way, sharing his enjoyment and basking in his appreciation.

After tipping a tiny box of sweet, crunchy Dweebs into his mouth, Drake commented, while chewing, "Being grounded is like going on a vacation without leaving home."

"The ganja's turning you into a regular philosopher," laughed Josh, ruffling Drake's hair.

"And making me horny," reminded Drake, "Let's not forget that."

Drake had started eating something with a caramel center as Josh's hand began slowly stroking the denim between Drake's legs. With his mouth filled with creamy chocolate goodness, and the beginnings of a hard-on filling out his pants, Drake managed to say, "Oh, this is the life."

"Does that feel goooood?" Josh asked. "I can keep going or, instead, tell you about the surprise I planned."

"What?" Drake wanted to know, as he pawed through the candy. "Spending the whole evening in bed together, high as kites, watching anime porn, and doing it as many times as we can before morning? That's what we did LAST night." He added somewhat sadly, "And I'm still sore back there!"

"Ooooooooh, poor you. I'm sorry to hear that," sympathized Josh, as he slid his hand into Drake's back pocket and rubbed in a tiny, circular motion. "But, no, that's not it. Go look out the window," Josh said mischievously, barely able to contain his excitement.

Not knowing what to expect, the Easter Bunny or a mountain of marshmallows, still clutching his sack of sweets, Drake moved to the window.

"All I see is Walter's good ladder," Drake said, with mild disappointment.

"Yes," Josh explained. "That's to make it easier for us to come and go. I hid the ladder in the shrubs before my shift and got it out and set it up before I came back in the house. Our Saturday night is awaiting us out there."

An incredulous Drake inquired, "You? Planning something against the rules? This must be the result of the weed lowering your inhibitions."

"No. I managed to get onto YOUR user a few days ago: 'DRAKEROX' was easy enough to guess. I knew something was bothering you that you weren't telling and I wanted to find out what it was. When Dad called you out, in front of me and Mom and the cops, you wrote about how it upset you, and that you're tired of taking the blame for everything all the time."

Drake wasn't used to having the tables turned on him by Josh. He opened and closed his mouth without saying anything. Somehow it didn't seem fair that JOSH had read his journal, only the other way around. But it was true: Walter hadn't called him stupid, exactly, but what he had said certainly made him feel stupid, and bad. All he had wanted was to do something nice for Josh, planning a night out to see and hear the Hailstones - live! Could he help it that Jefferson Steelflex sounded like a gay porn star's name that the bouncer had recognized? See, it WAS like a real name, and not just on Planet Crazytron!

Drake hated it when people made fun of his intelligence, or lack thereof. Sometimes he was afraid that Josh was going to outgrow him entirely. Josh could be patient and kind about Drake's lack of academic skills, but when he wasn't, the sarcasm DID hurt and only impressed on Drake the widening chasm opening up between them, as their time together being roommates was drawing to a close. That's why he no longer objected to being grounded with Josh; they were alone, then, in their own little world. Josh provided him with the opportunity to do all the dorky things he might have missed out on, like building model rockets, playing video games, having light saber battles, turning their beat-up sofa into a pretend rollercoaster ride, attempting to pull pranks on their sister, hanging in a tree house, a closet or a teacher's powder room, holding farting and belching contests, and making fun of bad movies and TV shows. Most of all, it was just being able to share each other's lives.