Disclaimer: Still not even a little bit mine.
Summary/
Author's Note: Josh wishes Drake good luck before his second show in LA. Mindy delivers some news.
There is a part of this chapter I've been planning for months, and then there is smut. Which I was never planning on. At all. Really, I was going to make a nice little one line mention. That was going to be it, but then Drake seemed to think you would want details. He's pushy like that.
Drake's even more excited about his second show in LA than his first one. He has two new songs ready, and his last few band rehearsals have gone really, really well. Plus, he hasn't been fighting with Josh, he's been kissing Josh and cuddling with Josh and just being with Josh, and that makes everything seem more exciting. The past few weeks have been some of the best Drake can remember, even if they have included all of Megan's chores(and a few other Megan dictated tasks he'd really rather not think about), and Drake has a feeling that tonight's show is going to make them better. They've have just finished unloading the van when Josh grabs his arm and pulls him behind the club.
"What's up?" Drake asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I just thought I'd uh-" Josh stops and grins nervously, then leans in towards Drake, "wish you luck?" He finishes, kissing Drake softly. Drake grins and throws an arm around Josh's neck, pulling him down closer. Josh takes a few steps back pressing Drake against the back wall of the club, and Drake's skin actually tingles. Josh breaking rules or blowing off responsibilities is always really awesome. Josh breaking rules and not doing stuff so that the two of them can make out? Drake thinks that might be the most awesome thing in the history of the world. He smiles against Josh's mouth again, and then their mouths are opening, and Josh's hands are traveling down so that his fingers can hook in Drake's belt loops, and then their hips are pulled together and Drake's hands are working their way under Josh's shirt-
And then Josh pulls away a little and takes a deep breath. He gives Drake a shaky smile, and then he's kissing Drake again before Drake really has a chance to wonder what the pulling away and the deep breath where about. He figures it out a few seconds later when Josh's hands move away from Drake's belt loops and towards his belt buckle. Josh's hands shake as he works to undo Drake's buckle and then the buttons on his jeans and Drake sucks in a sharp breath when Josh gets to his zipper because this very new. He thinks he should probably say something, or ask something, but then his jeans are down a little further, and one of Josh's hand is dipping into his boxers and, god, he's not sure he can form words anymore.
"Josh... what?" He manages to say, breathing heavy and pulling out of their kiss. Josh's hand stops moving, and Drake has to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering.
"I-" Josh starts, then he blushes, "I told you. I wanted to wish you luck," He says. Drake gapes at him for a second, trying to will himself not to rock his hips up into Josh's hand.
"Oh." He says, and ok, maybe his hips do shift up a little as he says it. Just a little.
"Unless you don't want me to?" Josh asks, but he kind of smirk as he says it, and he lets the hand in Drake's boxers move a little further south.
"Luck is good," Drake hisses. Josh grins, and then wraps his hand around Drake, and moves it up and down and-fuck. Drake's done this about a million times before, but Josh's hand is like, amazing, possibly just because it's Josh's hand, and Drake has to shut his eyes and lean his head against the wall and he's pretty sure this isn't going to take very long at all. He digs his fingers into Josh's skin and takes quick shuddery breathes and he's right, it doesn't take very long. He lets up a gasp and then Josh's name and then another gasp, and he shakes so much he's honestly surprised he doesn't just fall over and sink to the ground. He's surprised he doesn't just melt away.
When he opens his eyes again, he finds Josh blushing but looking pleased with himself. He pulls a tissue out of his back pocket and hands it to Drake, turner even redder as he does. Drake grins,
"Wow," He says, cleaning himself up a little and then tugging his boxers and his jeans back up.
"Yeah?" Josh asks, looking down and grinning, "I mean, I wasn't sure, but I figured I could handle it," He says, and Drake smirks.
"Handle." He repeats, raising his eyebrows and laughing.
"Oh shut up," Josh says, grinning.
"Okay," Drake agrees, leaning up to kiss Josh again, an idea forming in his head, "You know," he says, pulling back and grinning, "I'm pretty sure it's only lucky if I pay you back."
"You don't-" Josh gets out, before Drake puts a hand on his mouth and smirks at him.
"I know. But I'm gonna." He says. He moves his hand away from Josh's mouth and down to his belt, and Josh gulps, which makes Drake's smirk broader. He tugs Josh jeans down and puts an experimental hand over Josh's boxers, pleased at just how ready for this Josh clearly is. Then, because he doesn't like to be outdone, and because he's been curious, he kneels down in front of Josh, pulling Josh's boxers down with him. Josh says something from above him, something he thinks might be his name, and Drake responds by moving his hand first, just holding onto Josh for a second, enjoying the low gasping sound Josh makes. He takes a deep breath and then moves his mouth then, taking a few tentative licks, and when Josh's whole body shakes, Drake decides that yeah, he can totally do this. He's been on the receiving end enough times to have figured out the basics, and a trick or two. He doesn't get as far as any of the tricks though, because by the time he's set up a rhythm, Josh is grabbing his shoulder and stuttering and his hips are jerking.
"Drake- I- Drake-" Josh manages, and Drake moves his head back and watches Josh fall apart. It's probably one of the best things he's ever seen in his life.
"How'd I do?" He asks, standing up. Josh opens his eyes, wider than Drake has ever seen them, and nods.
"Awesome," He says, his breathing still heavy.
"Cool," Drake says, "so tonight's show should be awesome. Right?"
"Well, you do have all this luck on your side now," Josh says, pulling another tissue out of his back pocket.
"Plus, I'm already amazing." Drake says, smiling and stepping back towards the wall, then sitting down and leaning against it. He motions for Josh to join him.
"Very true," Josh agrees, buckling his belt and then sitting down next to Drake.
"I know," Drake says, leaning into Josh.
"You know, we probably shouldn't sit like this. You're going to get your jeans all dirty, and you have a show to do," Josh says, putting an arm around Drake and pulling him in even closer.
"You're the one who pulled me back here."
"Plus, your band is going to wonder what happened to you," Josh says, ignoring Drake's comment.
"They'll be fine," Drake says, leaning his head against Josh's shoulder.
"You think?"
"Totally," Drake says, then he grins, "You're amazing too." He says. Josh leans over and kisses the top of Drake's head,
"I try," He says.
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It's always been good to be Drake Parker, but on stage tonight, singing to a club full of people, Drake thinks all the things that have happened lately must be a fluke, a big, slightly scary, totally awesome fluke. He's pretty sure he's going to say something, or breath, or blink and it's all going to go away. The club is packed. It's full of people who saw him last time, people who couldn't wait to see him again. They're asking about his CD and for autographs, and they're not kids from school or premiere employees or the people on his block. They're not fans just because he's dated most of them, they're fans because they like his songs, and it's so cool that Drake can't stop smiling, beaming really, even when it doesn't go with his lyrics at all. Josh is beaming too, looking proud and happy, the way he always has when Drake plays, only now it's just a little bit different. It's framed in something a little bit stronger than it used to be, and it makes Drake grin so big his face hurts. The applause when his set finishes is loud and echoing. Drake beams again, thanking the crowd enthusiastically, before jumping off stage and almost running to see Josh.
"Awesome," Josh says, pulling Drake into a giant hug, the kind that lifts Drake into the air.
"I know! I love this place!"
"They love you," Josh says, putting Drake down.
"They do, don't they?" Drake asks.
"Dude, you're bouncing again," Josh observes.
"I'm giddy."
"I still think you should do that on your album cover," Josh says, running a hand through Drake's hair. Drake laughs,
"How bout we take a picture of it? Then we could blow it up and stick it on our wall. That would be better."
"I'm not sure-" Josh starts, but Drake cuts him off,
"Or, you could just make me happy all the time," He suggests.
"I can't make a crowd of cheering fans appear in our room."
"You don't need to. I was all giddy before we pulled into the parking lot. The past few hours have just made it better."
"Yeah. I know what you mean," Josh says.
"And you gave me all that good luck, so really. All the giddy is because of you," Drake says.
"Well I am your manager." Josh says, blushing again, "and actually, as your manager, I need to go talk to the owner guy again. I think he wants to book you again."
"Seriously?"
"I told you. They love you here. Which isn't surprising." Josh says, "you should go find Craig and Eric."
"Craig and Eric?" Drake asks, puzzled.
"I told you they were coming."
"Okay," Drake says, shrugging and sort of remembering Josh mentioning somthing like that a few days ago. Maybe. "I'll go talk to them."
"Good," Josh says, looking pleased, "I'll come find you in a few minutes," He finishes, then he pulls Drake into another quick hug before heading off to talk to the owner. Drake tries to go talk to Craig and Eric, he really does, but he never makes it that far, because he's only taken about two steps when he runs into Mindy Crenshaw.
"Hi Drake," She says.
"What are you doing here?" He asks.
"I came to see you play?" Mindy suggests.
"No you didn't," Drake says.
"No. Not really."
"So why are you here?"
"Looking for you," She says.
"I'm pretty sure you know where I live," he says.
"Yes but Megan said you and Josh haven't spent more than 30 seconds without each other in weeks. I have to talk to you."
"Megan?"
"This was all her idea. That girl is an evil genius."
"I've noticed," Drake says dryly, thinking of how many things of the things on her list he and Josh still need to do.
"She tells me she discovered you two in the living room a few weeks ago. Good job."
"Why were you talking to Megan?"
"Because she called me."
"Why?" Drake asks, already a little annoyed with the conversation. Not as annoyed as he would have been a few weeks ago, but still, he wishes she'd just say what she came to say.
"Because you two need help."
"Will you just tell me why you're here?" He snaps.
"No," Mindy says, smirking.
"No?"
"First, I'm going to need you to tell me I was right."
"Right about what?" He asks, even though he knows exactly what she means.
"I think you know Drake," She says, smiling sadly. He sighs,
"Fine. You were right," He admits.
"I know," She says, "Thank you."
"So, why are you here?"
"Megan tells me you're still being an idiot."
"What?" He asks.
"Megan says you've been making all sorts of sad comments about how you don't know what you'll do when Josh leaves for college. She said it's pathetic," Mindy says, and Drake's stomach tightens.
"So?"
"So, I did some research. Then I called Spin City," She says.
"What? Why?" Drake asks, totally lost.
"They'd be perfectly happy to have you record out of New York."
"What?"
"Your album? You can record it in New York, and then you wouldn't have to be 2,874 miles away from each other."
"New York," Drake repeats, staring at her.
"Yes."
"But-" Drake starts, then stops, unable to explain to Mindy that going to New York with Josh is both the most obvious, and yet the most terrifying possibility he's ever heard, "Why would Spin City talk to you about me?" He asks instead.
"I told them I was your assistant, and since I had your social security number and all sorts of personal information about you, they believed me."
"How did you-" He starts to ask, then stops, "Megan?"
"Megan." Mindy confirms.
"Oh." Drake says, "why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would Megan have you call Spin City?"
"Something about her voice disguiser malfunctioning? That and she said she wants you both out of the house, and she wants you to stop whining. Plus, I think the idea of me telling you made her laugh. Oh, and because she cares. In her own way." Mindy says.
"Okay. Why'd you do it?"
"Because you make Josh happy. Happier than I ever could," She says, and Drake actually feels bad for her.
"I'm sorry," Drake says, because he's not sure what else to say.
"For what?"
"You said before that you always felt like had to compete with me. Like Josh always put me first. I didn't do it on purpose. I wasn't trying to compete with you." Drake says
"I know you weren't," She says, giving him a real smile.
"You should talk to Josh," He says.
"I was planning on it."
"Good," Drake says, and weirdly, he means it.
"I'm going to find him now. Do you want me to mention the New York thing? Or should I let you do it?" She asks.
"No, I'll tell him later, after I think about it."
"You have to think about it?" She asks, eyebrows raised.
"Sort of. It is big deal." He says truthfully. It's not that he doesn't want to be with Josh, or that going to New York wouldn't be awesome, it's just that Drake's not all that sure it's really that easy. It's better than the idea of Josh being far away, but something about it is still really, really scary.
"I guess," She says, "but I'm pretty sure Megan's adding it on to her list."
"Not surprising," Drake says, shaking his head.
"Yeah. So, I'm going to go" Mindy says awkwardly, staring to turn away.
"Hey," Drake calls, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," She says, turning back and smiling again, "you know, you actually are pretty good," she says, gesturing towards the stage.
"Thank," He repeats, grinning.
"I still don't really like you," She says.
"It's ok. I still don't really like you either." He says.
"Ok. Good." She says, still smiling.
"Josh is watching us," Drake reports. He's just seen Josh over Mindy's shoulder, watching them and looking adorably confused.
"How confused does he look?"
"Very."
"I'm going." Mindy says, turning away for real this time and heading towards Josh. Drake watches her go, and then has about four seconds to think about New York again before he's mobbed by some of his new fans. He never does find Craig and Eric.