A/N- Okay so...sorry it took so long, but I got real discouraged. I ended up hating this story and didn't want to post the rest. But here it is. Pwease read and review! I shall lurve you forever.

These Days

Chapter 10-Marshmallow

Drake awoke with the sunlight beaming into his eyes. Attempting to shade his eyes, he moved over to the window and swiftly shut the shades, blocking out all light. He climbed back into bed watching his lover sleep peacefully. The slow rise and fall of his chest put Drake at ease.

"You're staring at me." JJ's voice was scratchy from sleep and it scared his lover to no end. Blue eyes fluttered open and pierced daggers through Drake's skin. "I hate when you do that."

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

"Stare."

"Oh, but your so bou-ti-full." Drake averted his eyes and stared at his pillow. "Ew. There's some stain on here." He moved it closer and squinted his eyes. "I'm scared to know what it is."

JJ giggled sleepily and hit him softly on the head. "It's probably your drool."

"I do not drool!"

"Yes, you do."

"No!"

JJ shook his head, making short blonde strands fall onto his face. The older man thought it was a very sexy look.

"I wish we were home," Drake stated as he proceeded to swoon over his lover's scrumptious naked body.

"Me too."

Drake slid closer and kissed JJ deeply, ignoring the stale, morning breath. The younger man climbed on top of the other and began edging down the top of Drake's pajama pants. Drake, although he was thoroughly enjoying this, had different plans. He stopped the hands from moving any lower with much difficulty. Frustrated, JJ bit the side of Drake's neck, drawing a few drops of blood.

"You're evil." Drake attempted pinning the younger man down against the mattress. JJ snapped his teeth together threatening and growled like a dog.

"Oh bad dog!" Drake scolded slapping JJ's bottom hard. He finally got the upper hand and managed to pin JJ down. JJ thrashed under the weight but it was rendered useless. Drake leaned down and whispered, "Merry Christmas Eve." He completely laid down on top of the much less heavier man, crushing him.

"Ug! Get off!" JJ ordered. He hit Drake's back, pushed his shoulders, and even head butted him, but Drake remained like a stone. "Can't breathe," JJ gasped out. "Going to die…!"

"Well, we can't have that now can we?" Drake rolled off the body, then off the bed and onto the floor. He crawled on his hands and knees to the bathroom, where he gracefully stood up and disappeared into the small room. JJ laughed as he watched his lover act like a little kid. When he reappeared he had foam coming out of his mouth, and JJ lost it. Tears streamed down JJ's face as he rolled around on the bed. Eventually, he thudded to the floor, briefly catching him off guard. As he began to descend from his high he noticed Drake standing over him with raised eyebrows, the foam beginning to drip off his chin.

"I think I have rabies." Drake wiggled his head so the foam dripped off and splattered onto JJ's bare chest.

JJ took a finger and dragged it through the bubbly white splatter. "What is this?"

"Rabies spit." Drake answered. He watched JJ bring his finger to his nose and took a sniff.

JJ declared, "Toothpaste."

"You're no fun," Drake said. He retreated back into the bathroom, and when he returned he was 'rabies' free. He extended a hand towards the body on the floor. JJ allowed Drake to hoist him to his feet. JJ looked into his lover's brown eyes and muttered, "You are the weirdest person."

"Look who's calling the kettle black," Drake retorted.

"Oo hoo."

Twenty minutes later, they exited their room and made their way downstairs. They entered the kitchen to find Shirley bustling around. When she spotted them, she urged them into chairs by the table. Two plates full of pancakes and breakfast goodies were placed in front of them. The food disappeared fast. Shirley informed them of the day's plans and then let them leave.

Drake and JJ went back up to Drake's old room and thumped back down on the bed. JJ rolled over and over. His lover looked quizzically at him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I have an itch." JJ rolled over on his back and began to squirm like a worm. Drake shook his head and stood up. He went over to his closet and opened it. It was stacked high of boxes. One box was labeled clothes, another labeled books, and another labeled miscellaneous. He pulled off the top one and brought it over to the bed. JJ had stopped writhing and looked at the box with wide, exploring eyes. "Oooo." JJ plucked the flaps up and gazed inside. He laughed out loudly. "Look at those clothes! They're so eighties!"

"Cuz they are from the eighties." Drake dug around and pulled out old ratted jeans. "These were my favorite." He held them up to himself. "Gah, I was thin." JJ pulled them away and tore off his own pants. He tried on the old jeans and found out they fit perfectly. JJ grinned while Drake flipped him off. Drake burrowed in deeper and pulled out a sleeveless shirt with Motley Crue stamped on the front. He chuckled. "And this was my favorite shirt."

JJ pulled off his shirt and pulled on the other. "I'm going back in time." JJ tunneled through the clothes in search for the rest of his attire. In the very bottom, he found a black handkerchief. He rolled it up and tied it around his head. He ran over to his bag and pulled out his brush. He ratted his hair and got it as big as possible. "Whaddya think?"

"I think I had bad taste." Drake peeled off the shirt JJ wore as well as the jeans. He folded them back up and placed them back in the box. He put the box on the floor and went back over to the closet and picked out another one. He placed it on the mattress and opened it.

JJ reached in and grabbed the first book. "It's a yearbook," he said. He opened it and stared at multiple pictures of students. He skimmed though the pages to find 'Parker.' Drake was in the Juniors. He had big hair and a cheesy smile. It brought tears of laughter to JJ's eyes. For kicks, JJ turned backed to the B's to find Bixler. Sure enough, Kyle Bixler was there looking up at him with a toothy smile. He was very cute with his hair all ratted and sporting a Madonna t-shirt.

"Why you looking at him?" Drake said with spite.

"Oh, he's just sooo cute. Not at all like your rusty appearance…" JJ answered, trying to make his lover jealous. It worked. Drake's eyes narrowed and his mouth turned into a frown. He grabbed the yearbook and slammed it back in the box. He took the box away and replaced it with the miscellaneous box.

"I was just kidding," JJ said. Drake wasn't pleased. JJ had to admit that it was sweet Drake got jealous so easily, but at the same time it was annoying. He glimpsed inside the third box. His eyes burned at the top picture. "GET IT AWAY!"

Drake hooted with laughter and pulled out the poster. "I forget all about her."

JJ opened one eye. "She's naked." He shivered.

"Yeah, she is." Drake unfolded the paper and stuck in front of his lover. "Look…oooo… It's booooobies!"

"NOOO!" JJ dove under the covers. Drake laughed and swatted at the covered behind. He folded the poster back up and stashed it in the bottom. He figured JJ had been traumatized enough.

"It's gone," Drake informed. JJ peeked out from under the blanket. "So have you ever seen something like that?"

"Oh sure," JJ said sarcastically. "Because I love the ladies all naked and lumpy."

"Lumpy? Uh huh…"

"Oh shut up. I was more for the poster of the naked man hanging on my ceiling over my bed."

"Ah yes. But you were just more in touch with your feelings." Drake bounded onto the squeaky mattress next to his lover. "So who was your nighttime friend?" he asked.

"I don't know, but he was damn fine."

Drake laughed. "Oh, yeah? So did you jerk off to him?"

"Drake! I'm not telling you that!"

"You did," Drake concluded by the blush on his lover's face. JJ turned even more red and rolled onto his side to face away.

Both of them jumped a little when there was a soft knock on the door. Shirley peeked her head around the corner and said, "Hey boys."

"Hi Mom," Drake answered back lazily. He sat up and sluggishly itched behind his ear.

"I just wanted to tell you that everyone is outside," she informed.

"Okay." Drake fell back uninterested and curled into a ball next to the smaller man. All he wanted to do was stay inside and keep warm. And when he thought about warmth, he wasn't thinking about a cozy fire or blanket. He glanced at JJ who wore an unreadable expression. He looked back at his mom and shoved her away with a wave of his hand.

She said, "Come out and join the family." She retreated out of the room, leaving her son and son's lover alone.

Drake waited until he heard his mother's footsteps trail off downstairs. When he heard the outside door open and close he knew he was safe. He literally pounced onto the blonde and began a kiss marathon. Soon than he cared for, JJ pushed him away and said something along the lines of 'horndog.' And then something quite unexpected flew out of JJ's mouth. "Let's go outside." He bounded off the bed and began to get dressed.

"Got enough layers on?" Drake asked as he watched the fifth shirt go onto JJ's body.

"One more," JJ answered throwing on his coat and zipping it all the way up. "Done."

"Good." Drake took a step back and snorted. "Well it's a good thing you don't look like a giant blue marshmallow," he said sarcastically.

"Oh, ha ha…I forgot to laugh."

"A giant blue marshmallow with a red hat."

"You are just too funny." JJ waddled out into the snow covered ground, Drake at his heels. Off in the distance, behind some trees, a group of people were chucking snowballs at each other. They watched as the balls whizzed around and smashed into flakes when they hit their target. As they neared the fortresses made of snow, one stray snowball hit Drake square in the chest.

Dramatically, he fell into a snowdrift clutching his chest screaming, "Oh! I'm shot! JJ, my love!" He reached out and tugged at the blue coat. "Get down here and be sad," he whispered as the others looked over.

"Oh, right." JJ dropped to his knees and buried his face in covered hands. "I feel like a complete idiot," he said, his voice muffled.

"Cuz you are," Drake stated, sitting up and brushing snow off himself. JJ looked up and pushed him back into the snow and walked off to where Courtney was calling him over. As he approached the woman, he noticed she was frantically creating balls from the surrounding snow. Behind the snow wall with her was Eric, Shirley, Brooke, and other children. The kids were chucking the snowballs at the other fort. The other fort had David, Britney, and Drake with the rest of the children. No one from Aaron's family was here except for Brooke.

"Nice system you've got going on here," he said while ducking for cover.

Courtney smiled. "Do you have good aim?" she asked.

"Yes, indeed," JJ answered.

"Good. Start throwing," she instructed. "Our team has to seize the other fort and flag it." She pointed to three red flags. "If you're hit, you have to go back to your fort. The team whose fort is destroyed has to do whatever the other team tells them to."

"And we don't want that. So, do you have any ideas in mind for them?" JJ asked, packing down the snow in his hand.

"Whatever it is," Shirley answered, "it has to be embarrassing for them."

"I say we make them stand naked outside for a long time," Courtney's oldest daughter suggested.

"No," her grandmother disagreed. "They could get pneumonia."

JJ bounced the snowball between his hands. Peeking over the wall, he spotted Drake kneeling by his father. It seemed to JJ that they were making plans to seize their fort. He wouldn't have any of that. He turned to his team members and asked, "Who's the fastest runner here?" Brooke raised her hand.

"I'm on the track team," she informed.

"Good." JJ waved a hand to tell Brooke to come closer. She waddled over to him and sat on the cold ground. JJ peeked over the edge again and examined Drake's ministrations. He kept pointing and waving his hands around. From what JJ could guess, he figured his lover was planning on attacking from right, left, and front. Won't work. You need to be more stealthy, Drake. Tsk Tsk. But then again, you don't have SWAT training like I do…hehehehe…

He turned back to Brooke and began describing his plan. "They'll expect us to come from the sides, that's not what we're gonna do. You will go behind those trees. They won't be able to see you. Then you'll ambush from behind when we send in a distraction. In other words, me."

"Good thinking," Brooke said with a sly smile.

JJ saw his other teammates behind him rushing around and began throwing the already made snowballs. "Let's show them who's the best team. Be thinking of good ways to embarrass the hell outta them."

JJ moved outward to the edge of the fort and waited until the other team was completely back into their fort. He headed forward behind a random tree, snow soon smashing into the bark. He saw Brooke run around madly, all the ammo missing. She disappeared behind another tree.

Trying to find another tree to hide behind, he heard snow crunching beneath feet. Before he could twirl around, he was tackled to the ground. His hat was forced down over his eyes, blinding him. Cold lips planted kisses along his jaw up to his lips. JJ felt his coat unzip and his layers being pushed up. He struggled against the heavy body pressing him down, but the more he moved the more forceful he was pushed down.

He tried to yell but the lips clamped down on his, preventing him from doing so. He vaguely wondered what everyone would think if they should catch them in the act. Someone was bound to see them. JJ heard shouts and cheers. Briefly the body holding him down lifted and JJ reached up to remove his blindfold. A hand grabbed both his wrists and held them over his head. He struggled but yet again failed.

A breath of hot air washed over his face and he heard short breaths. "Your team won, Mr. Special Weapons and Tactics," a deep voice whispered into JJ's ear. It sent chills down his spine, however it reassured him to know that it was indeed his one and only. Drake nuzzled his stubbly cheek against JJ's smooth cheek. He whispered, "What shall I do for you, Master?"

"How about taking my hat off?" JJ suggested. The wooly fabric brushed against his forehead and completely off his head. Drake had his face mere inches from JJ's and it made it easer for JJ to raise his head and smash his mouth against his lover's. Drake laughed inwardly, but let himself go deeper into the kiss. He raised his eyes and saw everyone gathered in the center of the yard talking and laughing. He loved the fact how his family could be totally oblivious. He broke away and rested his head against JJ's chest. He heard the steady rhythm of his heart. The slow rise and fall of his breaths. JJ began to run long, slender fingers through dark-brown, silky strands of hair.

"I love you," JJ said with true sincerity.

"I love you too," Drake replied. He added, "My little marshmallow."