Disclaimer: I don't own Drake&Josh.
It took five whole days for Drake to notice what was going on. On the sixth he finally spoke out.
"What the f…what's that on your face?" He spat one morning.
Josh immediately opened his adorkable signature smile. "Like it? It's a moustache!" He announced proudly. "A mou—Josh, are you crazy? Go right back and shave that, that—just shave it off ok?" Drake growled.
The taller boy looked down at his stepbrother sincerely hurt. "But, but…why? It makes me feel very—important. What's wrong with that?" he asked, the pain of rejection showing in his dough eyes.
"You wanna know why? You really wanna know why?" Drake was nearly spitting now. Josh kept looking at him sad and dumbfounded.
"Because it fucking tickles when I kiss you! Dang!" The second Drake spat the last word he covered his mouth while both boys widened their eyes. Only for different reasons.
"You—kiss me?" Josh managed, his voice a mere murmur. "I—this," Drake remained speechless and was ready to turn and run before Josh held his thin arm."When?"
"When you're sleeping, thickhead." Drake confessed blushing.
Josh touched the upper lip fur and smiled. "Well, I'll shave it off on one condition."
"What?" Drake croaked still not looking.
"Wake me up so I can kiss you back."
Thank you.