Drake & Joshis an American Teen sitcom created Dan Schneider by for Nickelodeon. I do not own any of the characters. P.S. You can't really control what other people do and in this case he definitely can't stop him from his path of self-destruction, but you can at least come to terms with your own feelings and make piece with them. But, this is a make believe situation whatever you want to happen will happen however I tried to make it a bit more realistic in the sense that it's not easy.
Drake has been a bit of a train-wreck lately staying out all night drinking and hooking up with any girl he could get his hands on really. Is this my fault? I still remember the day that he said that he needed me I never really felt happier to know that I meant so much to someone who felt like they were too cool to admit it, but I think I fucked up in some sense we were supposed to go back to normal playing ping pong and maybe breaking another window. We were supposed to hug and make up but instead they said that they wanted things to stay this way that they thought I'd be happier.
I mean initially I was happy my stress rash went away. I got an A on a test that was going to be knocked down a letter grade. But, as the week went on I could tell where the empty spots in my life were without Drake. I mean he's my brother, but I think I completely broke them Drake admitting that they needed anybody in their life to be happy was practically unimaginable.
But, now he goes out of his way to avoid me and I'm not sure how to take it I mean I should be happy. How can I be happy when I know it's tearing them apart though clearly the way that they look at me know has changed it's just sadness, regret, and something else that I just can't place. That even if I see them and then they're usually kinda fucked up.
That hug is still stupidly stuck in my mind though like it'll tell me the answers to this secret your clearly keeping from me.
I sigh and place my head on the table in front of me. I'm currently at home waiting for Craig and Eric to show up were supposed to be studying for some test but my minds unfocused.
Suddenly I heard the front door swing open and someone stumbling in behind it. I sighed a little trying to ignore it, but they left the front door open. I clenched my jaw a little as they got up clearly frustrated with they way things are going. I barley closed the door before I heard a crash and saw a body going the stairs my heart stopped I rushed over to help Drake up.
"I'm fine, I'm fine don't touch me", just casually slurring his words. Why did this hurt so god damn much? He shakily picked himself up brushing me off.
"I got someone waiting for me I don't have time for this", I could clearly smell the sweat, the booze, and the perfume. I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed their arm.
"Please don't go just stay home please just stop this", I don't know I tried to put all of my emotions into those words and I could see the brief flash of pain on Drakes face before he put his facade back on and brushed my arm right off. He didn't speak to me he just rushed out.
I gave up some tears escaped me really I just don't know what to do really. The doorbell rang I guess my study group is here, so I wiped off the tears and opened the door
"What's up guy's", the emotion I felt clearly still present in my voice causing it to crack despite my best efforts. But, they let me off the hook and we opened our books my mind just wasn't there though.
"Josh clearly somethings up were supposed to be your friends so you can rely on us if you need us", I honestly don't know who said it I wasn't paying that close of attention cause clearly my brain is focused on something else.
My desperation must have kicked in cause I spilled my guts about everything they backed me up when I cut Drake out of my life maybe they'll have some advice now that he cut me out of his.
Eric seemed hesitant I knew he wanted to say something, but clearly he wasn't sure if he should say it or not, "Look if I say something do you promise not to get upset?".
I wasn't really sure what I could promise but I was hurting so maybe this will be some big clue revealing the secrets that clearly were tearing my brother apart, "Sure, I won't get upset".
"Well-llll, with the way that he's acting out with the women and booze clearly he's trying to cover something up and this happened after he said he needed you, right? Well did you think that maybe they might be in love with you?".
I straightened up a little bit in my seat, "No, that's just silly I just don't think that he could ever like anyone to be honest". I didn't really want to be dismissive but I just really don't feel like this person could be in love with me. Not to mention the moral implications that would imply even though were not technically related.
I continued to listen to different pieces of advice they had to give me and before I knew it they were gone and I was all alone. So, many different things were stuck on my mind and recently it's been stuck on Drake maybe I just needed a minute to myself. I mean he's never home anymore anyways it's practically my bedroom at this point so, what do I want to do?
What do any stressed out teens do when they have time on their hands they masturbate. Even though I don't do it that often I do have playboys hidden so well Drake never found them. I just grabbed any random one at this point it's funny the girl on this cover kinda reminds me of Drake a bit the skinny build with brunette hair and deep brown eyes. I felt myself slowly slinking closer to hell for that comparison I mean I don't even have feelings for Drake I've never looked at them that way.
Maybe it's just curiosity but the women really is pretty, so I crawled into bed flipping through the pages. My mind keeps going back to Drake though like whats he doing with that girl right now. What their face looks like when they feel pleasure. I palm myself through the front of my Pjs it didn't take long before I was ready to go pulling my pants and boxers down just slightly just enough so that my dick was exposed to the cool air.
I barley got to touching it before I heard the door open. Fuck I was sure I locked that door, but here I am looking my drunk brother in the face. I half expected him to walk out and pretend he never saw anything, but the look on his face seemed pained. He wasn't even looking at me it was the magazine, but before I could even make a move to pull my pants up. I heard the door close and Drake was on top of me clearly he was out of it I could smell the alcohol from here.
I guess I was slightly shocked not entirely sure what to even do he had my hands pinned down on the bed basically straddling me and he whispered in my ear, "Don't jack off to this big breasted slut let me help you". I wanted to say no, but he wasted no time grabbing my hardened dick causing me gasp a little in surprise. I even shocked myself I would have stopped them I would have pushed them off, but the look on their face kept me in place. Maybe I was carried away by those darkened lust filled eyes or maybe... maybe I don't know.
It felt good every single movement the way he carefully maneuvered his hand around so skillfully. It didn't take long for me to cum it was all too much. I was trying to catch my breath covering my face with my hand trying to take in what just happened. But, Drake didn't stop he looked so honest it was almost scary the way he started to lick his hand taking in the semen that I released on his hand. I don't know what came over me really, but I could tell that they were hard. So, I started rubbing the front of his jeans. We locked eyes for just a sec Drake clearly not sure if he really wanted this, so I pulled my hand away.
"Wait keep going", he said that so desperately how could I not keep going. He was still on top of me but his arms weren't pinning me down anymore now they were on each side of my head as he braced his body. That slightly disheveled look on his face and the little moans he tried to suppress when I grabbed his dick were turning me on so much. I could tell that they were already close from the precum leaking from his tip. I didn't exactly have the skill or the experience that they did but I had some idea what to do, so I spit into my hand it doesn't make great lube, but I know that if it wet it makes the experience more pleasurable. It's funny from someone who literally jumps at every opportunity to have sex he sure seemed more than pleased. He muffled himself with his hand biting down on it, it almost seemed painful. But, it gave me more than enough encouragement to keep going just the smell and the sound of their breathing was enough to turn me on. I could tell from there face that they were getting close and I picked up the pace wet sounds filling the empty room. It didn't take long for them to come after that covering my hand in cum now trading places with me.
Drake lowered themselves onto the bed the alcohol and the handjob must have been too much cause he passed out his face smothered into the mattress. I grabbed a box of tissues I had on the nightstand and cleaned both of us taking off I didn't want to wrinkle Drakes nice clothes so I took off his jacket and slipped of the skinny jeans leaving him in a tee-shirt and boxers.
The post-nut clarity was hitting me hard cause I have no real idea what happened and I just got carried away by the mood. I don't even know if it's supposed to mean something, but I was tired so I lied down on the couch not sure what to expect.
