Title: Wake Up Call
Chapter: 1/?
Series: Drake & Josh
Author: Alex Graves
Pairing: Drake/Josh, Drake/OFC
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own Drake & Josh. Only this plot line. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: This is my first Drake & Josh fic so please be gentle, as some characters may seem very out of character.
Feedback: Always welcomed and loved. Flames however are not.

Summary: Josh has spent the past five years fixing Drake's mistakes. But one night Drake takes it a bit too far. Only instead of being done with Drake, Josh finds he can't get enough.

"Can you come pick me up?"

Josh should have expected the phone call but part of him was still surprised as he held the cell to his ear and looked over at his alarm clock that blinked one a.m. in it's neon green light. He yawned, closing his eyes as he turned on the light before kicking the covers off and sitting up.

"Why can't you get a ride with someone there?" Josh mumbled into the phone, already knowing full well that no matter what he would drive the hour to the hills where Drake was no matter what.

"The people I came with left already. Please Josh. I'm stuck outside, it's raining, I'm cold, the girl I was making out with puked on my new shoes, I can't stand straight and I think I'm going to lose control of my bladder some time soon," he rushed, slurring his words slightly. Josh could hear his teeth chattering as he slipping on his sandals and stumbled down the stairs, grabbing the keys from the key tree and then bumbling through the front door.

"Alright, calm down. I'm on my way. Where are you?"

"Some dude's house. But it's near Club Diego. I could walk there-"

"No. Stay where you are. I'll be there soon."

"I can wait. I got a bottle of tequila to keep me company." A pause. "Thanks Josh." It's whispered, so soft that Josh almost missed it. Josh smiled into the phone, knowing that it didn't matter, that Drake couldn't see.

"It's cool. That's what brothers are for." A click on the other end told him Drake and hung up. Josh sighed, tossing the cell to the passenger seat then gripping the wheel with both hands, lights on and windshield wipers clacking back and forth and the highest speed. Josh bit his lip and kept his eyes on the slick road in front of him, scanning the streets for his wayward stepbrother.

He hated that word.

An hour and three seat buckle attempts later; Josh was helping a very wet and very drunk Drake into the house, up the stairs and into the bathroom. Drake slurred his words together, talking about the girl he had met, how she had tasted like strawberries and how she even let him touch her breast over her bra. He left a trail of water behind him, his somewhat puke free boots slipping on the stairs, causing him to dig his nails into Josh's shoulder and Josh to carry most of his weight up the stairs. Josh was surprised that he somehow managed to get both of them up the stairs with out falling.

Drake stood in the bathroom and grinned madly at Josh as he told about the alcohol he consumed and the small white codeine pills his friend Trevor has put in his hand. Josh nodded as he turned the shower on, turning the water to hot before he pulled at the hem of Drake's shirt that stuck to him like a second skin.

"I tried to sleep Josh and the room kept spinning," he stated in a loud whisper, giggles falling from his red lips, his eyes glazed over and his cheeks bright red while the rest of him faded to a pale chalky white. Drake raised his arms as Josh pulled the wet scrap of red cloth over Drake's head, hearing it slosh on the tiled floor when he dropped it. "It was like a roller coaster!"

"I'm sure it was," Josh whispered as he fumbled with Drake's belt, pulling the leather strap out from the belt loops. Drake leaned forward, pressing his head to Josh's shoulder, slowly inhaling Josh's scent.

"Sticky sweet," he slurred, nuzzling Josh's neck, his nose pressed to the skin found there. Josh held his breath and quietly popped the button of Drake's jeans open, pulling down the zipper before pushed at the coarse fabric that clung to Drake's hips, wet and refusing to move.

Drake wiggled his hips, bit his lip, and giggled. Josh rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the hot puffs of breath that glided across his skin, leaving a wet residue from Drake's spit as he hooked his thumbs into Drake's jeans and pulled down causing Drake to buckle from the force and clutch Josh's arms with a vice like grip that left crescent moon marks in his olive skin.

Drake muffled his laugh against the fabric of Josh's shirt and bit at the chest in front of him as he stomped his feet, lifting his legs, trying to get rid of the wet pants that gathered at his ankles. Josh jumped at the bite and pushed Drake back, holding him away while Drake swayed and giggled and wiggled his hips.

"Sit." Drake nodded and saluted him, hitting himself in the face as he did so before he sat down on the toilet with Josh's help and direction. Josh sighed and got down on his knees, picking up one of Drake's feet and then unlacing the shoe and pulling it off along with the tube sock before tossing it over his shoulder, hearing it smack against the wall. He repeated the same with the other foot and then pulled off the jeans, letting it slosh onto the floor with the shirt.

Drake wiggled on the seat; his hands clasped together in front of his groin as he closed his eyes and bit his lip. "What's the matter?" Josh whispered, confused as he raised an eyebrow, standing up.

"I have to pee!" Drake mock whispered, his eyes wide and darting around the room before landing on Josh, now desperate as he wiggled and bounced his legs. Josh sighed and pulled him up, turning him around and lifting the toilet seat cover. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, waiting. Drake shifted, now cold, his skin raised with goose bumps as he looked behind him, watching Josh watch him. "I can't go when you're looking!"

Josh sighed and rolled his eyes as he turned his attention to the shower, checking its temperature, turning the knob for more heat and nodding when steam rose and began to fill the room and cover the mirror. When he turned around, Drake was flushing the toilet and wriggling out of his boxers, kicking them so that they rested on the floor with his shirt, jeans, socks, and shoes.

Drake smiled and jutted out his hips proudly as if delighted that he could strip himself as well as he could pee without hitting anything but the toilet bowl. Josh sighed and tried not to smile at his brother's antics. He just wanted to get Drake sobered up and into bed so he could sleep. Drake grinned and reached out, grabbing Josh's shirt and tugging it upwards.

"Your turn," he beamed as Josh shook his head and pushed at Drake's hands. "Come on Joshie, it's your turn!" Drake bit his lip and took a step closer, his hands gripping Josh's shirt as he looked down, almost as if embarrassed.

"No, Drake. Just get in the shower okay?" Drake shook his head and looked at his taller brother and gave another tug on Josh's shirt.

"I can't reach my back," he whispered. Josh sighed, took a step back and pulled off his t-shirt. It was strange, wrong, not something he should be doing at his age with another boy his age who was his stepbrother. But their relationship had never been normal. Drake wasn't normal.

Drake smiled as he pulled down Josh's pajama pants and stared, cocking his head to the side, biting his lip yet again. It wasn't as if they had never seen each other naked before. Oh they had on numerous occasions but usually both were sober, and too tired to care, opting to look the other way as they changed their clothes at opposite ends of the room. It wasn't unusual but this was different. Drake was so close that Josh could smell the alcohol on his breath and feel the hot puffs against the skin of chest as Drake exhaled.

Josh closed his eyes and stepped back into the shower. Drake followed leaning forward and resting his head against Josh's chest as the water pelted their skin, hot. Josh didn't move and let the water run until his skin was smarting and pink.

Josh towel dried Drake the best he could before he wrapped the towel around Drake's body and wrapped one around his own waist. He gathered their clothes in one arm and guided Drake to their room with the other where Drake stumbled and crashed on Josh's bed. Josh sighed and threw the clothes he had into the dirty clothes hamper before he grabbed pajamas for both Drake and himself. After pulling his own clothes on, he marched over to Drake who laid face down on his bed, mumbling about strawberries and the way Josh smelled like limes.

"Come on Drake. Lets get you dressed." Drake groaned and frowned as he turned over onto his back and laid there, the towel now forgotten. Josh closed his eyes and took a deep breath, swallowing the spit that formed in his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at his brother who was on the verge of passing out in his bed naked.

Stepbrother, his mind shouted at him. No blood relation at all. You are free to ogle, it said, teasing him, testing him. Drake scratched the skin where his hip and leg met, the hair that grew there the same color as the hair on his head except if a bit darker, trimmed, and curly.

Brother would be the word to remember here. I shouldn't ogle, he said back to his mind. If his mind was corporeal, Josh knew it would raise and eyebrow at him and shrug as if to say "who cares, just fuck him." Josh shook his head and took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling.

Josh took a careful step forward and pulled Drake upright so that he was sitting. Drake smacked his lips and lifted his arms over his head so that Josh could pull on the thin t-shirt. Drake flopped back down on the bed when he was done and scooted upwards onto the bed as if ready to climb under the covers and sleep.

"Wait Drake!" Josh growled, grabbing his ankle and yanking him softly back down. Drake groaned and shook his head. Josh grabbed the pajama pants and put Drakes feet through separate leg holes. Drake kicked out, narrowly missing Josh's head by a few centimeters. Josh growled louder and clambered up onto the bed so that he could pull the pants up to Drakes hips.

He stopped halfway. "Jesus fucking Christ," he cursed, closing his eyes and moving so that he sat next to Drake, his head in his hands.

"Jesus can't fuck himself silly," Drake giggled, pushing the pants off of him with his feet. Josh sighed and looked back at the cause of his stopping. His stepbrother had an erection. He quickly looked away as he grabbed Drake's pants and threw them at him.

"Put your pants on."

"But Josh!" he whined, dragging out his name so that it sounded as if it had two syllables instead of one. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at his brother, frowning. "I can't. I'm too excited."

"Yes, excited is a good euphemism for it," Josh growled, getting up and out of the bed, careful not to glance at Drake. He wouldn't. It was bad enough that became aroused after looking at Mark Summers in the showers after gym class. He wasn't about to start that after looking at Drake Parker, his stepbrother, who was smaller, sexier, and so much better looking than Mark. Josh sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood at the food of the bed and stared at the wall behind the TV. "Deal with it then."

He felt the hands on his back before he heard him move. They roamed his back, caressing the spot between his shoulder blades before running down to his sides and sweeping to his stomach, going up under his shirt and pulling him back so that the back of his legs bumped against his bed. Drake's chest was pressed to his back, Drake's lips pressed to Josh's clothed shoulder, to his bare neck, to the spot behind his ears, nipping with his teeth, flicking with his tongue, teasing. "Why don't you help me?" Drake whispered against Josh's ear, the breath hot and wet, and his voice hoarse and low and husky.

His hands pushed past the waistband of Josh's pants, then his boxers till Drake's fingertips grazed over the hair that grew there. "Fuck," Josh whimpered, closing his eyes and biting his lip, tilting his head to the side so that Drake could have better access to his neck.

"Gladly," Drake growled and Josh jumped when he felt Drake's teeth sink into his neck, followed by the soothing feeling of Drake's tongue lapped at the mark he had made and also because Drake and plunged his hand into Josh's pants, cupping him fully.

With his eyes wide and seeing spots, Josh grabbed Drake's hands and pulled them away, turning around and pushing Drake down onto the bed, holding him down by his shoulders. "Josh?"

"No. You're drunk. Really drunk. And high I think. I don't know, but this isn't happening. We're not doing this," Josh choked as he kept his eyes on Drakes whose eyes were glazed over and now looking hurt and confused. Josh's heart pounded and squeezed in his chest. He shook his head, let go of Drake and stepped back. "Get some sleep, okay?" he whispered.

Josh quickly grabbed his favorite pillow and crossed the room to the door in four steps. "Josh? Where are you going? Josh!" Josh bit his lip and answered that he was going downstairs before he swept out of the room and closed the door behind him. He slid down the door and sat with his head in his hands.

"Fuck." He hated cursing. He despised it in fact and he rarely if ever cursed, preferring to instead let out a litany sounds and made up words. Now he cursed freely and without thought. Drake always pulled crap like this, maybe not exactly like this but still, he was constantly putting Josh in awkward, strange, and difficult situations. Josh had tried once already to take Drake out of his life the year before and it had worked for a while until Drake had confessed his need for him during Chemistry before storming out. It had taken all of Josh's strength and determination to stay in his seat and not chase after Drake when he had left. But in the end Josh had forgiven him. He didn't like to admit it but Josh needed Drake too.

He sighed and rubbed at his temples before he began to stand up to go downstairs when he heard something. He paused and pressed his ear to the door. Drake was moaning. He was moaning Josh's name. He was jacking off moaning Josh's name.

Josh bit his lip and tried desperately to will his erection away but it just wasn't working. He slid his hands into his pants and closed his eyes, gripping himself before slowly working his hand up and down, forming a rhythm with Drake's moans which grew louder and went up in octaves. Drake chanted his name over and over and Josh sat imagining that he was in there, that it was his hand bringing Drake to his orgasm, that he was pounding into him, that Drake had wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down and was chanting those words into his ear.

"Ah- Ah- Ahnn- Josh!" Josh climaxed but still worked his hand none-the-less, riding out the after shocks of his orgasm. It grew quiet inside their room and soon Josh figured Drake had finally fallen asleep.

Josh sighed and made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he was done he made his way downstairs and crashed on the couch, curling up into a ball and wishing with all his might that he'd stop falling for his stepbrother.

Josh really hated that word.