Summary: Drake and Josh realize things about each other that bring them closer than they ever imagined they could be.
Disclaimer:
Drake & Josh are not mine. Sadly.
Note to Readers:
This story is going to be ongoing. I'll try to update as often as I can. It contains a lot of slash/homosexual and adult situations so if you're not comfortable with that please don't read. I understand some people find the Drake/Josh story line weird and that's fine. Just don't read it. To everyone else, please leave reviews. This is my first Drake/Josh fanfic and I'd love to know what people think. Thank you!
Story: "Suddenly More Than Brothers"
Chapter: Two
Josh had been awake for nearly half an hour. He couldn't move. He wouldn't move. He just stayed there, perfectly still, eyes half open, enough to stare down at the boy who lay resting on his chest. It was his brother... well, his step brother, even though it never felt that way. To Josh Drake was something more. Something he couldn't explain. The need to kiss him had reemerged from last night, but Josh tried to hold it back, just staring at Drake. The feeling reminded him of the first time he really kissed anyone. Mindy. Girls had kissed him on the cheek and even on the lips but it was only playful or like that time Drake's girlfriend had kissed Josh. It was never a REAL kiss. But with Mindy it was real. He did feel something for her while they were dating and the first time he kissed her it sent those tingling butterflies all in and around him.
But like almost all other times when something amazing happened to him, Drake had been there too. Maybe it was the fact that he came tumbling down to the ground beside his brother that made the memory so worth while. In any case, Josh had barely even gotten to second base with his ex girlfriend. He never really tried and he assumed Mindy would just push him away anyway so it didn't matter. Not that it would have done him any good. For the past two years Josh knew he was gay. Despite the feeling he got the first time he kissed his ex girlfriend he was sure of it. 100 and 10 percent certain. He always tried not to show it. He already had enough trouble fitting in and the last thing he wanted to do was stack up another reason. For a while he told himself it wasn't true. It was just because he felt insecure or had no experience with girls. But all it took was one after school meeting of the creative writing club to prove those theories wrong.
He had made a good friend in the group, Brian, who was a senior. After school they'd hang out for a little while before Josh had to go to work or get home. They'd talk about books or anime, they'd complain about their siblings and their parents and share things they'd written. One afternoon Brian decided he needed to go to the bathroom and he wanted Josh to go with him. Josh didn't question it, he thought maybe Brian didn't want to be caught in there alone with the kids who snuck in after school to get high. Josh knew the feeling and he didn't want to leave his friend hanging so he followed. But the bathroom was empty and before he knew it Brian had him pinned against the wall and was on his knees in front of the younger boy. Josh never tried to stop him. He didn't question it or push him away. He just let it happen and enjoyed every second of it. Josh, the nerdy chubby kid was wanted. It went on for three more weeks. For a while it was like Josh had some secret life. They explored each other, touching and going down on one another in the bathroom or the back of Brian's car, but nothing more. They never kissed and Josh always wondered why. He always linked kissing with an emotion, a feeling, with love and maybe that's why Brian never tried. Maybe he felt the same way.
At that moment there was nothing more in the world that Josh wanted to do than kiss Drake. He stared at his brother. Watching the way his breath left his slightly parted lips and how his eyes moved behind their freckled lids. God. His freckles. Josh was in heaven, he was close enough to count every single one of them on the smaller boy's face and he did. He was almost to 15 when Drake's body shifted. He was waking up.
Drake mumbled something incoherently and cuddled closer to his brother's side.
Josh felt his heart break and then melt all at once. It was a bitter sweet moment. He tried his best to stay quiet but he couldn't resist the urge any longer and leaned in to press his lips softly to Drake's forehead. He felt those butterflies burst in his stomach like never before. He swore he saw Drake smile in his sleep but he pulled back quickly, not wanting to chance it.
Little did Josh know but Drake wasn't at all asleep. He had been fully awake for 10 minutes or so and was taking advantage of his brother's warmth. The kiss came to him as a surprise but he couldn't stop himself from smiling at it. He buried his face against Josh's chest wanting at least a few more moments like this. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so relaxed. So calm. So comfortable. He could feel one of Josh's legs tangled with his and it made him smile all the more. He didn't even know why he was smiling. Thinking over what happened the night before and even what was happening right now he should have been scared. He should have been pulling himself out of Josh's bed as quickly as possible. But he couldn't. He remained still, pressed perfectly to his brother's side.
A few minutes of silence passed and they began to drift in and out of sleep again until a loud beeping filled the room. Josh's eyes shot open and Drake whined loudly. It was his alarm clock across the room. Someone would have to get up and shut it off. Someone would have to do it before it caught the attention of their parents and one or both of them came knocking at the door. Josh shifted under Drake and tugged at his t-shirt just enough for him to feel. He was trying to wake him up with as little effort as possible. He didn't know how Drake would deal with waking up practically snuggling his own brother and once again Josh feared scaring him.
Finally after two straight minutes of the beeping Drake raised his head, and then his body and slipped out of the warmth he had been so comfortable in. He let out a sleepy yawn and rubbed at his eyes as he pulled himself onto his feet and stumbled across the room to his bed.
Josh remained still, watching every move Drake made. He didn't know what to say, what to do. Should he act as if nothing had happened? Should he apologize, should he run into the bathroom and wash the sticky build up that still coated his fingers off? He tried not to think about the last one too much and sat up slowly.
Drake could see Josh's movement out of the corner of his eye and he held himself back from turning to look at him directly. Instead he grabbed his jeans from the day before, a fresh pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt and mumbled, "I'm going to shower." He swallowed hard, trying to cover up his want of saying anything more as he quickly hurried passed Josh's bed and out the door. Once he was standing there alone he let out a heavy breath. He looked down at his disheveled clothes. The waist of his pajama bottoms and boxer briefs were way below his waist and he tried to tug them up as he headed to the bathroom for a very long, cold shower.
Josh sat there. His eyes darted around the room in confusion as if Drake was still wandering the space. He sat up a little more and tugged the blankets up around his waist. His watch began to beep and Josh looked over at it sitting there beside his half full glass of water on his night stand. He remembered his trip downstairs in the middle of the night for something to drink and suddenly every detail of what happened after came rushing back to him. Josh sprang out of bed. He knew if he sat there any longer he would become far too distracted. He grabbed his clothing and headed to the downstairs bathroom.
Not too long after Drake had finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair his mother knocked on the door. Drake groaned inwardly. His fingers had just begun exploring his length and he knew he barely had time to get dressed let alone do that. He turned the water down to near freezing and let it wash over his skin before he climbed out to dry himself off and get dressed. He was hesitant to head back into the bedroom. He didn't know if Josh would be in there dressing or not so he opened the door slowly. To his surprise the room was empty and he let out a small sigh as he began to search for his shoes. He looked over at the warm bed every now and then, whishing beyond anything he were still laying in it. Still pressed up against Josh. He grew tense for a moment at the thought of how good it felt to wake up like that and he quickly tried to shake it off before he grabbed his back pack and headed downstairs.
Josh had showered and gotten dressed in a hurry. His thick black hair was still damp and he opted to run his mothers blow dryer over it a few times. He stared at himself in the mirror, searching his own light, shinning eyes as he dried his hair. There wasn't room for confusion or berating himself over what happened last night. There was simply a smile. If nothing had happened last night, if he never got to touch Drake or hear his voice like that so close to him, he would have been fine. It was waking up beside him that made all the difference. That alone would carry Josh thru the day, maybe even the year.
But what an awkward day it was. The boys shared three classes, one in the mid morning and two in the afternoon. Josh was thankful they didn't share anything like gym or sex ed or even biology, nothing that could possibly remind him of the night before and distract him completely from his school work. Or so he thought. Just sitting next to Drake was enough to give him goose bumps and make his heart speed to a rate he wasn't used to. When the teacher asked why he wasn't paying attention he blamed it on his breakfast this morning. "Never have a bean burrito before 11am." The whole class laughed, even his brother, and that calmed his nerves quite a bit. Things felt normal again for a moment and Josh savored the end of the day when he'd go home and change into his work clothes. Chances were unless Drake wanted to be around him for some strange reason, Josh wouldn't see him at work. He didn't want to have to deal with the weirdness of falling asleep in the same room again or the questions his brother might ask him. He thought if it was normal for one night Drake would forget the other night and never hold it against him and their friendship. He looked forward to coming home and finding Drake not there. It was Friday and Drake always spent Friday night with his girlfriend. He had been dating the same girl for almost a month. In fact today could have been their one month anniversary. Not that Drake would remember of course, but he would be out and Josh could spend the night studying for his PSATs and playing video games. He'd get to bed early, before Drake would even be home. He had a whole plan set out in his mind on just how to avoid him without being too obvious.
It was a few minutes after nine o'clock at night and Josh was just pulling into the driveway. He let out a slow sigh as he parked and grabbed his bag from the back seat. It was still early. Drake's weekend curfew wasn't until 11:30 and usually he didn't get in until midnight. Josh headed inside, carrying his back pack over one shoulder. He could see the back of his moms head over the couch and beside it two smaller heads of hair. Megan had a friend over, he had almost forgotten. They were planning some big sleep over were going to bring their sleeping bags out into the yard. Josh had promised two nights ago to make them his special peanut butter and banana sandwiches. He mentally slapped himself for forgetting a promise he had made. Even if Megan was pure evil he loved her and there were a few times where she seemed to appreciate the things he did for her.
Josh dropped his backpack down near the stairs, taking his blue track jacket off before he headed back into the living room. He gave his family members and Megan's little friend a wave before he sat in the large chair beside them.
"Sorry I got in late. You know how crazy Friday nights are. I think Helen wants me to start working later, but I'd never be able to wake up Saturday morning." Josh's tone was pleasant and soft, trying not to interrupt the movie everyone else was watching any more than he had to.
Megan smirked a little and glanced over at her brother. "You do need your beauty sleep." She tried not to laugh. Josh set himself up for things like this.
He rolled his eyes and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, smiling at Megan's friend. "So are you two ready for some of Josh Nichols' world renowned peanut butter and banana sandwiches?"
They both shook their heads but kept their eyes glued to the television screen. It took a few moments to get a real response and Josh's mom broke her eyes from the screen to smile at her son. "No, honey. They just ate pizza a little while ago. But I'm sure they appreciate that you offered, don't you Megan?" She nudged her daughter just enough to break her attention from the film.
"Oh, right. And since you're being so nice, I should tell you that boob number 2 is upstairs sick. He sent me down to get him orange juice an hour ago, but oops… I forgot." Megan grinned and turned back to her movie as if Josh wasn't sitting there at all.
He stared at his sister for a moment before what she had said fully registered. Drake had stayed home. He seemed fine this morning and all day. Did he suddenly come down with something? Could he already be asleep? Josh decided to pour himself a glass of milk and his brother some orange juice. If Drake was sick he wanted him getting better and didn't want to catch it himself. He had a busy weekend of studying and he needed his energy. He grew more nervous as he headed up the stairs, he could see a dim glow coming from beneath their bedroom door and he couldn't figure out just what would be causing it. He tried to push the door open with his elbow, finally getting it open after a few tries. His eyes scanned the dark room, finding the source of the only light.
Drake was sitting dead center on the couch, staring at the TV screen in front of him. He was playing a videogame…. Drake was playing a video game, on a Friday night. Josh looked stunned for a moment, making as little noise as possible as he set down his glass of milk, letting his backpack drop from his elbow to the floor before he began to move towards Drake.
"Drake… I… brought your juice. Megan told me she forgot so…" His voice was a hesitant whisper as he moved to the front of the couch beside his brother.
Drake was silent for a moment, seriously trying to make it thru the next round of the game before he decided to pause it. He was fully dressed, jeans, white belt and the t-shirt he had on this morning. His feet were bare and curled up under him in an uncharacteristic Indian style. He finally paused the game and glanced up at Josh with a small smile as he reached for the glass of juice. He took a large sip and mumbled a quiet thank you before he returned to the game.
Josh sat slowly on the farthest end pf the couch, watching the game Drake had been playing for a few minutes. He crossed his legs and let his sneakers slip off, noticing Drake's own bare feet for the first time. "Dude, you should be wearing something on your feet, you're already sick and it's cold up here tonight and…."
"I'm not really sick, Josh." Drake cut him off quickly, still focused on the video game.
Josh's light eyes widened as he stared at his brother, he ran his fingers thru his thick hair and his voice grew even softer. "Then why did you tell Mom and Megan you were? And why aren't you out with your girlfriend? Tonight's like your one month or something, isn't it?"
Drake shrugged. "I just felt like staying in. We have a gig tomorrow night so I thought I'd just hang tonight. I didn't want anyone bothering me." He paused the game once more, finally turning enough to look straight into Josh's eyes. "Do you want to play?"
Josh swallowed hard at Drake's question, immediately taking it the wrong way. Drake held the video game controller up quickly, indicating exactly what he meant.
"Sure… Put in the other one I just got. I haven't played it too much, it'll be fairer since I've beaten this one like a thousand times." Josh laughed softly. Feeling the tension he had before slowly slip away. Maybe Drake was just tired. Maybe he didn't plan anything for his girlfriend tonight and didn't want to deal with it. Maybe.
Drake rolled his eyes and laughed as he got up to plug the other controller in, he tossed it into Josh's lap and dropped down on the couch a little closer to his brother, he began tapping on the buttons to restart the game in two player mode. "Please, I could kick your butt at this one too, with one hand tied behind my back. Just because you play for a million hours a day doesn't mean I completely suck."
Josh gasped a little, laughing as well as he began to make himself more comfortable. "Oh I'll hold you to that."
The boys started the game and except for a few grunts and sighs of disappointment each time their turn ended they were silent. Drake was three rounds ahead. Maybe Josh was distracted, maybe he wanted to let his brother win so he could tease him about it, either way the game came to an end and Drake had won exactly as predicted.
Drake gave Josh a teasing glare and Josh's eyes widened as he tossed the controller down onto the small table.
"You cheated. You probably like messed around with the codes before I got up here. You set me up or something." Josh pouted a little, only jokingly as he crossed his arms over his chest. Lowering his head to keep his brother from seeing the sudden grin on his face.
"Oh shut up. You just think you're some video game God with your dead cat like reflexes. Just because your brain's all big and your thumbs are all quick doesn't mean I'm not the best. Which I obviously just proved I am." Drake smirked. "Oh wait, it's your head that's big not your brain."
Josh gasped loudly again and turned to look at Drake, within minutes they were on top of each other, wrestling one another to the ground in their usual manner of fighting.
Josh smacked Drake's hip and shouted, "At least I've got something to fill my big head!"
Drake laughed and growled playfully as he pushed his brother over onto his back, straddling his waist, pinning both of his hands to the floor. He shook his head back a little, trying to get his hair out of his eyes before he spoke, his words short as he tried to catch his breath, "At least I've never gotten my head stuck under the TV." Drake beamed, remembering the time his brother had reached under the living room television in search of the remote control, only to get his head stuck beneath the shelving unit.
Josh didn't care if he was being made fun of. In fact he didn't even notice it. All he could see was Drake, on top of him, grinning like a fool. All he could feel was Drake's fingers wrapped around his wrists and all he could do was stare. He knew even though he could barely make a muscle he would easily be able to push Drake off of him and get away, but he didn't try. He remained perfectly still. Studying the way Drake's eyes looked, how dark they had become, how his hair hung across his forehead and shadowed his face.
Drake's grip on Josh's wrists loosened, he could tell his brother was staring at him in a way he wasn't used to, and he liked it. He wanted more. He sat up a little. His weight resting perfectly on the other boy's lap. Josh couldn't help but bite into his lower lip to hide the threat of some noise that would give away how much he enjoyed the feeling.
"What are you looking at? I kicked your ass. You should be thanking me for letting you go so easily." Drake was still laughing softly and he let out a heavy sigh to catch his breath as he smiled down at his brother and gave his side a playful smack.
Josh laughed a little and reached for one of Drake's hands. Their fingers locked together without thought and he stretched his arm back as far as he could reach, pinning it against Drake's back. "Yeah, but you didn't do it with one hand tied behind your back. You couldn't do that."
"Oh yeah I could!" Drake teased and grinned brightly. He was enjoying the way his brother had his arm pinned behind his back and was giving no resistance. He used his free hand to run over Josh's chest, beginning to tickle at him furiously.
Moments later the two boys were wrestling on the floor again and Josh grew more aggressive despite his frantic giggling from being tickled. He grabbed onto Drake's hands, locking both tightly against his lower back as he pinned him to the floor on his stomach, straddling his legs to hold him down. Drake whined quietly in protest until he grew completely silent. Josh's eyes fell to Drake's ass, taking in the way it was arched up in the air slightly, how his shirt had slid up his back enough to reveal a pale freckled stretch of skin. Josh silently thanked God or whoever it was that made his brother the kind of person who wore such tight, low jeans. He closed his eyes trying to wash the image from his brain, trying not to think about how smooth that skin would feel against his lips. Drake took the chance to squirm beneath him and eventually pulled himself away. He was up on his feet in seconds and across the room, jumping onto Josh's large bed.
Josh stumbled trying to get up as quickly as he could to make his way to Drake. He grinned at the way his brother's hips ticked side to side in a victory dance. It had been a while since Josh saw Drake acting so playful and he loved it. He darted to the bed, jumping up and knocking his brother down onto it in one motion. Drake practically giggled… it was this laughter his brother had never heard before and his legs kicked wildly trying to get free. They twisted and rolled and eventually were wrapped up together in a mess of blankets and sheets. Josh was panting hard trying to catch his breath and Drake was resting his forehead against his brother's chest, straddling his lap, trying to calm himself from his child like laughter.
At the same moment both boys raised their heads to look into each others eyes, they grew silent. It was that stare. The one they shared last night. Josh swallowed hard and let one of his hands hesitantly rest on Drake's hip. As if Drake knew exactly what his brother needed he began to slowly move his hips against Josh's. Both boys let out a soft whimper. They were already turned on from everything before and the friction of their jeans just made it worse. Josh gripped Drake's hip tighter, guiding him up just a bare inch to feel them rub perfectly together. Drake was panting for a whole new reason now. His heart was pounding and he could barely remember to breathe as his hips squirmed slowly against Josh. His fingers were wrapped around a handful of his brother's shirt, holding onto it tightly. They watched each other's eyes in the dim glow of the TV for a few moments more until Drake's closed. His head dropped to his brother's chest again and he muffled a deep moan against it as his hips found a slow, steady rhythm to move in.
Drake had done this with girls before. He had figured out all sorts of ways to get off with the girls who wouldn't go all the way and this was one that worked pretty well for him. He'd grind his way to complete bliss and head home sore with a sticky pair of boxer briefs. But it never felt as good as this. Drake could feel the heat of Josh's erection even thru the layers of clothing, he could feel how hard his brother was, how large the bulge in his jeans felt. Drake bit into Josh's t-shirt, trying to muffle a soft cry at the images that ran thru his mind. There were those thoughts again. The ones he had even when he was with girls. The thoughts that made him need more.
Josh had everything he could do to not just rip Drake's clothing off. In stead he slowly let his hand slip beneath the boy's shirt and across his lower back, savoring the soft feeling of the skin he had been adoring earlier. His hips arched up and twisted against Drake's, beginning to moan softly each time their rough jeans met. Drake slowly sat up, his eyes still closed and his skin beginning to cover with goose bumps as he reached over his shoulders to pull his t-shirt off. Josh stared up at his brother, his lips slightly parted in a surprised expression at what his brother had just done. He was watching Drake's hands, he was watching those talented hands move over his white belt to pull it open and before he could even make a move Drake was working on the button of his own jeans.
Holy crap, Josh thought. His brother was on top of him, getting naked, and he was afraid to even move. He wanted to, he knew what to do, he just still couldn't tell if that's exactly what Drake wanted. He needed a sign. He needed reassurance. And without a question the smaller boy gave it to him. Drake grabbed his brother's hand, pressing it to his lower stomach he began to guide it up over his smooth chest, his body trembled at the warmth of Josh's touch as his eyes opened slowly.
"It's ok…. Please." Drake whispered between heavy breaths, waiting for Josh to take the movement on his own before he began to work on his jeans again. His hips twisted more frantically by the second to push them down and soon they were on the floor near the foot of the bed leaving him in just his boxer briefs.
Josh swallowed hard, he could barely stand the sight of his brother's perfect body like this. They had seen each other naked before but never this way, never so close. Drake was toned and thin and his limbs moved so easily as he crawled back over Josh's lap. He watched as his own fingers moved over his brother's freckled chest and collar bone, across his broad shoulder and back again to follow the curve of his long neck. Drake shivered and his hips twitched against the rough hard bulge in Josh's jeans as he began to grind into him again, his own hands slipping beneath the front of his brother's shirt, searching for the button on his pants. Josh couldn't take it any more, he was so hard it hurt and his lips ached to touch Drake's. In one quick movement his fingers slid into the boy's shaggy hair and he pulled him down roughly, their eyes met for a brief second before their lips collided. Drake let out his loudest, most surprised whimper yet and all other motions were stopped as he melted into the kiss. To Josh's surprise he eagerly returned it and began to work faster on pulling his brother's jeans down. Josh's hips lifted helping Drake to ease his pants off and neither brother dared to break the kiss. Drake's lips began to part and Josh responded quickly by pushing his tongue into his mouth. Josh was becoming more confident again. He barely questioned his own actions as his hand fell to Drake's ass cheek, cupping it tightly over the thin material of his boxer briefs. Drake broke the kiss just long enough to release a muffled moan of Josh's name at the feeling. He couldn't stop to think either and his body squirmed to reach Josh's legs to tug his jeans off completely. His eyes open wide, licking across the fiery warmth the kiss had left on his lips as he studied the way his brother looked laying there.
Josh didn't know what to say, but he knew what to do as he looked up into Drake's eyes. His short nails grazed the boy's stomach before he pushed his hand into the front of his boxer briefs. He needed to hear what he had just heard again, Drake was moaning his name. Unable to help himself he gave Drake just the slightest smirk as his fingers wrapped around his brother's length.
Drake's jaw fell wide open, both from the pleasure of his brother's warm hand and from the confident look on his face. How did this happen? How did Josh become the one in control? Nerdy, awkward Josh knew what he was doing, he wasn't fumbling or stuttering and Drake was the one who felt weak and helpless, their roles were completely reversed. It drove Drake wild.
He snapped his jaw shut quickly again, sucking at his own lower lip as he felt Josh's hand move along his length. He quickly began to tug Josh's shirt off, tossing it on the floor and soon Drake was the one initiating the kiss. His lips hungrily pressed to Josh's, parting his lips immediately in hope of feeling his brother's tongue once more. They were pressed bare chest to bare chest and Drake's skin was practically burning from it.
Josh felt as if he could come right then. It was unbelievable. How close they were. How it felt to slide his tongue into his brothers mouth and how their soft moans sounded mixing in the other wise silent air. He began to stroke him harder, barely caring about his own throbbing erection. The way Drake's inner thigh pressed against it and how their bare skin stuck together was more than enough to get Josh off.
Drake began to suck at his brother's lower lip. He was imagining the feel of something else in his mouth. He was so hungry for it he could barely take it but he couldn't bring himself to do it. In stead without warning he stripped his boxers off. Leaving them caught around one of his ankles. Josh let out a pleased moan at the sight of his brother completely naked crawling over him once more. His hand flew over Drake's erection, giving it a series of hard strokes and Drake's hips were rocking against the feeling as they shifted to find a place to rest his weight against Josh. His bare ass cheeks rested on the thin material of his brother's underwear. He could feel Josh's cock press against him and he squirmed to feel his length move into the perfect spot.
Josh's hips arched, he could feel the inside of Drake's thigh rubbing harder into his length and at that moment he realized what his brother was trying to accomplish. He reluctantly dropped his hand from Drake's length and grabbed onto the boy's narrow hips, pulling them hard down against him until he could feel Drake's back side moving closer to the perfect position. Drake sat up, and then leaned back, resting his hands on Josh's thighs behind him for balance as his hips moved completely under Josh's control. Josh could feel the warmth from between Drake's ass cheeks surround him as the smaller boy pressed hard down against him, finally finding the spot he had been searching for.
"Holy fuck." Drake let out a loud moan with his words, his hips were bucking hard and he could feel Josh's cock rubbing against his sensitive asshole thru the thin material.
Josh licked over his palm quickly and wrapped it tightly around the other boy's length, stroking him as quickly as his slick hand could move. His eyes were fixed on Drake's body, watching the way his brother practically humped his erection. The look on Drake's face was one of pure pleasure and the sight of it sent Josh reeling. His free hand dug into the other boy's hip as Drake began to bounce against him, experimenting with whatever movement brought him the most pleasure. It was too much for Josh, he could barely breathe, he could barely see. His body trembled and shook beneath Drake and his hips jerked up hard against him as he released with a loud, low and rough moan, letting his brother feel the sticky hot release straight thru the material. Drake's senses were soaring and he cried out loudly at the warmth that met with his skin, he knew immediately what it was and in seconds he was releasing hard all over Josh's hand and stomach. He coated the other boy's skin with the hardest orgasm he had ever had.
"Damn." Josh mumbled breathlessly, his head rolled back into the pillows and his fingers began to slide slower down Drake's length. His other fingers ached from how tightly they had been clutching Drake's hip and he tried to stretch them out enough to relax the feeling before he began to slowly stroke his fingers along his brother's soft thigh. The gentle touch came natural to him. He didn't even stop to think about it. He was about to lick over his lips to wet the dryness that had built up on them when Drake's mouth covered his own in a slow, deep kiss.
Drake's hips were still slowly rocking against Josh's lap. Even though his body felt completely numb he couldn't stop himself. He wanted the feeling to last forever. He forced himself to look down at Josh's hand as it moved over his skin, sending one last shiver thru him before he collapsed down against his brother. He let out a soft moan and nuzzled his face into Josh's shoulder. Drake didn't care what his brother thought right now, if his brother pushed him away for going too far it didn't matter as he began to leave a few lazy kisses along the side of Josh's face.
Josh smiled, letting his arms wrap around Drake. He had never felt so close to someone before. He had never felt so content. He had never been able to hold everything in his arms like he was just then. It was a surreal feeling, this primal animalistic need for pleasure slowly turned into the desire to lie there like that, sticky mess and all, forever. Drake smiled, leaving one last kiss against Josh's jaw before he pressed close to him, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. He sighed at the feelings that ran thru him. He had never felt more incredible in his life.