A/N: a little PWP.

Disclaimer: I don't own because if I did life would be a party of three! =P

The note reads simply: Closet room, first floor after third period. Don't be late! D.

Josh sighs and leans against his locker. What does Drake want? Doesn't he know he can't miss English? Can't he wait to talk at home?

He knocks softly on the door and looks around, if Principal Warner sees them, they…The door opens suddenly and Drake pulls him in.

"Drake, what—"Before he can even think his stepbrother has him pinned to the wall. "What took you so long? I told you not to be late!" Drake huffs kissing his neck.

Josh looks at the other boy and asks himself how does he always get talked into these traps. Just for once he'd like to be the smart one.

"Here, use this." Drake holds him a clean cloth before kneeling. "What's this fo…oooooh." He cringes and bites the cloth when he feels his brother's soft mouth sucking him in.

Josh smells of fresh laundry and pre cum. "I could do this for a living." Drake thinks while he deep throats all the length he can take.

The bell rings at the same time Josh cries into the cloth nearly loosing his senses. He squeezes his eyes so tight he can see tiny stars. Drake stands up and pecks his lips.

"Better hurry up, English is next." He utters before leaving the room.