Disclaimer: Not related to or sanctioned by Dan Schneider and/orViacomm, who are the legal owners of Drake and Josh. For fun only, no profit here. Please don't hurt me!
Author: therubyone
Rated: T - for adult situations (love triangle, het, slash, gay marriage)
Dedications: With thanks to flareonfury for hosting The Summer of Blues & Love Multifandom Drabble-a-thon. Special thanks to rhapchan for her saucy depiction of this threesome/prompt, which was the inspiration for this treatment. I seem to be stuck on this wedding theme, using it for the last story I posted. Then I was totally blown away by GatorGrrrl's marvelous The Best Man. With nods to all mentioned for their fine writing. I present to you a dramedy, which I hope you will enjoy. Last but not least, thanks to spaceraider for the encouraging words.
Time period/setting: Let's go forward in time to when the characters are in their mid- 20's.
A/N: As always, your thoughts and feedback are welcomed.
Pairing: Drake/Josh/Mindy threesome
Prompt: Wedding
TRIANGLE
Chapter 1. - Pas de Trois
(Josh POV)
Josh Nichols loved to cook. He had also concluded that sex was a lot like cooking. Stir vigorously here, add a pinch there, turn up the heat as needed, but always watch the pot carefully, adjusting the treatment as you went along. It was all a matter of combining the right ingredients in order to tease the palate, to reach the desired objective. In this case, Josh's goal was to render Mindy helpless. Pressing on, he kept up his barrage, and before long she was clutching the sheets, panting and moaning, all thoughts of her Science Fair victories and superior class ranking driven from her mind.
Gritting his teeth, sweating heavily, Josh battered on, past Mindy's defenses, past what he called her "background." Mindy had grown up in a household of perfectionists, who had pushed her to excel from the time she was born, quietly molding her into the perfect little overachieving snob. Her whole life was fenced in by "No" until finally, after begging her parents at every turn, they allowed her to attend public high school, so she could fulfill her secret dream to live out the "normal" life of a teen, that she'd read about in books and seen in the movies. No wonder she'd gone off the rails when Mrs. Hafer had given her a "B."
Under Josh's knowing hands, Mindy revealed the soft little girl hidden inside. She clutched Josh tightly, eyes still closed, swearing her undying love, murmuring a string of cloying pet names into his chest. This was how Josh liked Mindy the best. This was the person he could build a life with, not the snide one who tried to browbeat and manipulate him, someone who could withhold her kisses to win an argument. If only he could keep Mindy from finding out that there was nothing inside him!
Josh made sure that Mindy had several intense orgasms, in quick succession, leaving her slightly sore and shuddering. Before she could catch her breath, Josh softly kissed the top of her head. As he tenderly smoothed the hair out of her eyes, he made his request. She could deny him nothing when she was like this. And so she agreed, without protest. She would be his guest at the wedding of Craig and Eric. Next Saturday she would accompany him - and Drake.
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(Drake POV)
Drake stared at the formalwear hanging in the closet.
"Monkey suit!" he muttered.
As he started to get dressed, Drake played back his memories from the night before. Making love with Josh was like attempting to tame a wild stallion. Josh was all lean, hard muscle, and sometimes Drake could only cling to Josh for dear life, going along for the galloping ride. Josh knew Drake's every secret turn-on and played Drake like a guitar. Josh was always looking for new things to try and his research had been extensive. This technique was Greek. That was – something else; Drake couldn't remember what it was called, he only knew that it felt like heaven. Josh loved being an educator! Drake found it completely Josh-ish. "Oh, and you might be interested to learn, the French call the orgasm 'the little death.'" Drake knew what that meant. Every time he achieved such an intense physical union with Josh, it was as though a part of him died and thus belonged to Josh. Feeling spent and helpless, with no barriers left between them, Drake would have said or done anything Josh asked. That was when Josh persuaded him to go to the wedding.
As Drake buttoned his starched white shirt, he rubbed his left pec. In the shower this morning, while they were fooling around, he had bitten Josh – and Josh had returned the favor. Drake hadn't looked, but it felt like there was a bruise. Funny, it hadn't hurt at the time. Despite his reluctance, Drake certainly couldn't back out now: no way would he let Mindy one-up him. He finished getting ready, shaking his hair into place, checking the Windsor knot in the mirror, confident that he looked gooooood. He slipped on his shiny dress shoes, armed and ready to do battle.
Drake couldn't pinpoint when things had changed, since he and Josh had become lovers. Their relationship, to him, had seemed to evolve in a natural way. Of course Josh was the sort that had to excel at everything he tried. There was an experimental phase, followed by an adventurous phase, which began with a blindfold, and later came the toys. These days and nights, Josh was always taking him by surprise, bedding him so frequently, so unexpectedly, and so thoroughly that Drake fantasized and dreamed about it when they were apart, even shamefacedly calling out "Josh!" when he should have been concentrating on the fangirl he'd chosen for his evening entertainment. Josh was pretty much in charge. Drake knew it, and so did Josh. A glance, a wink, a certain touch accompanied by a low growl, that was all Josh had to do to make him crumble. It was almost starting to scare Drake, the hold that Josh had over him. Almost. Once he'd finally edged Mindy out of the picture – permanently! - then they could sort things out between the two of them.
Continued in Chapter 2
