Drake and Josh are not mine.
Rated M for language and sex scenes. Hope you like!
Josh POV.
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I could hear my alarm clock buzz loudly. Feeling too groggy to sit up, I flopped my arm in the general direction of the noise. With a clatter my alarm clock hit the floor, immediately silenced. I vigorously rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up. I swung my limp legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cold floor under my toes. With a great amount of willpower, I flung myself into a standing position, wobbling before barely regaining balance.
I leaned back, feeling my spine crack. Suddenly, a cool breeze tore through the open window and slapped my bare body, sending me into a fit of shivers, shocking me wide awake. I quickly threw my arms around myself, realizing that I was still naked. All of the memories from several hours ago crashed over me like a tsunami, bringing a blush to the surface of my naked skin.
Maybe it had been a dream; a nasty, perverted, unexplainable dream. I glanced at the waste basket, seeing my telltale pajamas. 'Not a dream...' I thought somberly. Not only that, but I could feel a weird, crusty residue on my stomach. I shook my head as every emotion in my mind's arsenal tried to assault me at once. I grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the shower. I knew that this was one thing I couldn't solve by analyzing.
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After finishing my shower, I crept quietly down the stairs while simultaneously towel drying my hair. I felt cool air waft over my bare chest. I hadn't bothered putting on a shirt; I was still burning up from the memories circling in my head. I sunk into the cushiony couch, letting out a sigh. It was best not to think of anything right now. It confused me too much. I glanced at the clock; it read 2:07 A.M.
'He should be home soon,' I thought dully. I rested my head against a cushion, breathing deep. No sooner than I had started to relax, I heard a tiny tapping sound against glass. I sat up and tilted my neck back. I could see a shadowy figure on the porch. I got to my feet and stretched while walking to the door. I flipped the lock and had to take a breath. My jumbled nerves tensed every muscle in my body.
I pulled open the door and was shocked at the sight before me. Drake was swaying where he stood, his head ducked down out of my view, hands loosely swinging by his side.
"Drake?" I whispered with a voice stained in concern. Then he looked up at me and my breath caught in my throat. He had one black eye, a red cheek, and what looked like dried blood around his lip and nose. "Drake, are you okay!? What happened to you?" I reached out and grabbed his shoulders. He looked up at me with hooded eyes and dilated pupils. I could smell a strong alcohol on his breath.
"… Mmmthat Shindy was ah bitch," He slurred quietly. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him inside, locking the door behind me. I lead him to the couch while he tried to explain himself.
"She woulln't leave me alone, she was like… ubsseshed."
"Just sit still and I'll get the first aid kit," I told him, half listening to his drunken story. I rummage around the cabinets until I found some antibiotic ointment and band aids; then I wet a wash cloth with warm water. I rushed over to Drake's side, immediately dapping away the blood.
"She was all 'meee meee meee meh meh," Drake nagged in a shrill falsetto, "enn then her ex was all 'look ah mee! I'm 'onna shave the day!'" He mumbled his story peculiarly, accompanying it with gestures that came too late to make sense, "Then pow! He punched me in tha facsh. Then hish buddies beat the crap outta me. That Shindy slapped me, too." He demonstrated by tapping his palm to his face, wincing when he made contact. I quickly placed the warm cloth to his cheek, my eyebrows drawn together in apprehension. I leaned forward to examine his black eye, unknowingly placing myself between his legs. I was too concerned with what looked like a broken blood vessel to notice how close our bodies were.
"I mean, she jus' woulln't take a hint. She was so clingy that I jus' lost interest. Not like I could conshintrate anyway. The whole time I was at that stupid party, I just coulln't stop thinking about you."
I went rigid, leaning away in shock. I tried to back up, unable to deal with what Drake had just said. As drunk as he was, I never thought he could possibly say a thing like that. But it didn't stop there.
'I was rememburin' how that hug felt. How you smelled..." his hands crept up my arms, "How you felt…" I gulped as they slipped down my back, "How much I wanted to taste you." An emotional overload; the whole world seemed to tip on it's axis; like gravity had suddenly disappeared; like going full speed on a roller coaster upside-down. All of what he said hit me at once, along with the tingling sensation his fingers brought. I tried desperately to get up and run, completely ashamed, confused, and embarrassed by the whole situation.
"Don' move," he slurred clutching my waist, pulling me towards him. I went stiff as a board, my fists clutching the cushions. Drake pulled me closer, pressing my naked chest against his clothed one. That's when I felt his hips thrust against mine. "Mmnnhm!" He exclaimed into my neck as sweat started to bead on my forehead.
I let out a strangled whimper in return. Even under the influence, Drake's instincts lead his mouth to mine. With a feral and wild hunger he sucked and bit at my lips before slipping his tongue around my mouth, exploring it with passionate interest. I returned his fire with a starving desire of my own. I felt him moan into my mouth, as if to cheer me on. I moved to his right ear, not bothering to take it slow. I bit down on sensitive skin, licking it better with gentle strokes.
Drake was fumbling desperately with the buttons on his shirt with one hand while groping at my bare chest with the other. Unable to wait, I ripped it off, hearing several buttons clack across the hardwood floor. I paused for a brief moment to stare at Drake's finely toned body. I knew that if there was a time to stop, it would have to be now. I knew myself well enough to realize that if I went any further I wouldn't be able to stop. I looked into Drake's dark and hazy gaze. The yearning in his eyes confirmed what I already knew. He wasn't going to stop either.
With one swift movement, I was on top of him, raking my hands down his chest and stomach, watching him gasp for air like a fish. I worked my way down to his zipper, pulling it down and removing his jeans, freeing his erection. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the sight of its outline through his boxers, imagining everything that was to come (literally). My heartbeat was hammering in my ears. I felt like I was going insane. And it felt amazing.
I lowered my face to his waist while he scooted backwards to give me plenty of room. It started with a light tongue flick around his naval. Soon I was exploring every valley his abs had to offer.
"Mmmmphmff!!!" A muffled cry sounded from Drake. I looked up briefly to see his hand tightly clasped around his mouth. Part of me was pissed that I couldn't hear his voice at its natural volume.
'Damn, I can't wait for the next time Mom, Dad, and Megan are out of the house,' I thought furiously returning to my previous movements. I was about to remove his underwear with my hands when a kinky idea entered my head. I hovered centimeters above Drake's hip waiting for him to look down at me. He panted heavily before looking at my through his eyelashes. Keeping eye contact, I bit lightly at his skin, inciting a stifled whimper. We watched each other as I clenched the waistband of his boxers between my teeth. Then I pulled, ever so slightly, until his underwear was at his knees. Drake hissed through his teeth as the cold air hit his cock.
"J-josh, please," Drake whispered desperately, "don' make me wait." Part of me wanted to obey his demand, but at the same time, I knew I would have more fun teasing him. I lowered my head down to his erection, opened my mouth, and let out a hot, steamy gust of breath. Drake groaned low and lustfully. Before he could protest, I ran my lips down the length of it, barely touching the surface of it. Then, finally, after a brief moment of hesitation, I took him into my mouth.
'Just like a warm, sexy popsicle,' I thought, still slightly shocked at everything I was doing. The only thing that could top that shock was knowing I must have been doing a good job (based on Drake's moans and sharp breaths). I had never done anything like this before. Being guided purely on instinct and adrenalin was… exhilarating.
"J-josh, oh god, Josh! Ahh… I'm so c-close to," then Drake arched his back thrusting so savagely I had to hold him down. I held his hips to the couch with a firm grip, continuing to tease him. I wanted so badly to push him over the edge. I pulled my mouth away and blew softly, watching Drake shiver.
"Josh, please…" Drake squeaked in a hushed, pathetic voice. I felt goose bumps shoot down my spine. Something primal and primitive was taking over. For the first time, I had power over Drake. Never had I ever been in this much control before when it came to our relationship. It was always Drake who had the plans, who came up with pranks, who knew where the fun was. Now it was my turn.
I dipped low, ready to give Drake just what he was begging for. I sucked hard, bobbing my head briskly. I could feel Drake go weak under my hands, no energy left to thrust back. His panting became hysteric and tiny whimpers escaped his lips. His mouth formed hungry shapes but he stifled the noises, biting his fist.
I started incorporating my hands. Everywhere my mouth wasn't, my hands were. I could feel his shaft throb and I knew he was about to burst. With a long low moan and a shudder, he came.
I sat up, suddenly realizing everything I had done. I stared blankly at the mess on my hands and on Drake's stomach. I glanced at him as he lay there panting and I was immediately overcome with nausea. But it wasn't from the twisted and complex circumstances. It was because I was afraid he wouldn't return my feelings. Not only was he under the influence, but he was supposedly straight, bordering on homophobic. I didn't want this to be a one way street, but I had seen how Drake used girls. I didn't want to give all I had and get nothing in return. Was I in too deep to turn around?
I wiped my trembling hands on my sweats and then held myself, suddenly cold. I stood up abruptly. I ignored the pain in my stiff knees and walked swiftly towards the stairs.
"Josh!" Drake hissed, wrapping his arms around me, immediately stopping me in my tracks, "What about you?" I froze, in total shock.
"W-what do you mean?" Me what? What did he mean?
"You know," Drake whispered, one hand trailing down my stomach towards… oh. Oh. Oh god! That's what he meant!
I felt tingles shoot across my skin; it topped seeing my amazing SAT scores for sure. In the back of my mind I had been trying desperately come up with a way to calm my raging hard on, but now the horizon was growing brighter. I was so glad I wasn't alone in this sudden controversial venture.
"Do you not… want to…?" Drake trailed off in a sad and pitiful whimper. I turned to face him and smiled. I patted the top of his head, feeling his silky hair.
"Yes but…" now it was my turn to be uncertain. My face started burning up when I realized my lack of experience. I became self conscious and nervous.
"W-well, uh I've never, um I mean uh," Great. I was stuttering and couldn't shut up. I took a deep breath. "I'mavirgin!" I whispered quickly.
"Huh?" Drake said, cupping a hand behind his ear.
"I. Am. A. Virgin." I did not want to repeat myself again. Drake giggled and looked up at me with a goofy grin.
"Don' worry, Joshie. Me, too!" He snickered some more as my heart sunk into my toes. Oh yeah, he's still drunk. I forgot. He probably hasn't been a virgin since junior high. I grumbled and grabbed him by the wrist.
"Come on, Drake. Let's get you in bed." I started to pull him towards the stairs when a light flashed on in the hallway. I swear I swallowed my tongue. I shot a glance at a still naked Drake and the shadowy figure heading for the kitchen. I quickly yanked Drake behind the loveseat, clasping a hand over his mouth.
I dared to peek over the couch to see who was there. I saw a very drowsy Megan rifling through the refrigerator. I bit my lip and mentally swore, praying to god she wouldn't notice the pile of wrinkled clothes on the other couch. She was very observant.
I felt Drake wriggle against me, his lower back pressing into my crotch. I gulped down the moan that hovered at the tip of my tongue. I realized I couldn't hold him down and stay quiet at the same time. I turned Drake's face towards mine and held one finger in front of my lips, hoping he would understand me, even with god knows how many beers he had in his system. He nodded and I hesitantly let him go.
He turned to face me, sitting naked on the floor. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, showing off his muscular self. I should have known he had no modesty. I averted my gazed, trying to focus on the danger that lurked just feet away. I looked over the couch again and saw Megan spreading some mayo on a piece of bread. Ugh. A sandwich? Why can't she just get a glass of milk like a normal person?!
I rolled my eyes and turned back around, bumping noses with Drake who was suddenly straddling my lap. I opened my mouth to scream but quickly clamped my hands over my face. I glared at Drake, shaking my head vigorously. This was so not the time!
Drake obviously didn't care. He slunk down my body, ready for round two. I bit my lip, knowing that what was coming would be the sweetest torture I would ever endure.
