Author: therubyone
Disclaimer: Drake and Josh are under the copyright protection of powerful corporations; most definitely no profit made nor sought by me!
Summary: Josh and Drake are grounded again, but the boys are pleased to spend the time together. Josh has planned a special evening for them, out on the town, including a double date, but will things go according to plan?
Rating: M for Mature - contains slash, het and drug use – avoid Ch. 1&2 if this offends you!
Spoilers: Action set in the general D/J universe soon after the events shown in the Steered Straightepisode.
Teaser: "I think we're ready for some Saturday night action, don't you"
Ch. 2 of 6
PLEASE PLEASE ME
Chapter 2. Just Follow My Lead.
Josh joined Drake, still musing, at the window.
"And by the way," said Josh, "I also saw your lists. The one you made of all the pranks you've pulled on me was especially interesting, Twinklepuff!" Josh gave Drake a playful pinch.
"OH? I, uh, --" Drake stalled, thinking it was a good thing he didn't list any of the pranks he was in on that Megan had instigated.
"Don't worry," Josh reassured Drake, noting the wary look on his face. "I'm not mad. I thought it was very funny and ironic, however, that shortly after you started all the talk around school about me and squirrels, YOU ended up bearing the brunt of malicious rumors, after Eric gave you that black eye. So, YOU learned a lesson about the power of gossip, little boy!" Josh gathered Drake up and squeezed him tight, for emphasis.
Drake pushed away, pouting, reached into his bag of goodies and popped a Super Power MegaSour ball into his mouth.
Josh ignored the rebuff, sat down, and continued, "If you have read up on my interactions with Register 5 you'll know that --"
Drake raised his fingers into quote signs and interjected, mumbling, in a mouthful-of-MegaSours manner, "Sixty-nine so fine!"
"Besides THAT. If you read it, then you'd know she's a student at UCSD in La Jolla. She lives on campus in a dormitory, with a roommate. I thought you might like to double with her and her best friend tonight. The friend works in frozen foods at the store," Josh explained. Raising his eyebrows, he intimated, "Cold hands, warm heart?"
Drake sniffed and got over his huff. Still rolling the MegaSour around in his mouth, and pacing the floor, he replied, as if his tongue was on fire, "I might be interested. Is she good looking?"
In answer, Josh pulled out his cell phone, flipped up the top and showed Drake an image of two attractive, smiling teen girls, one of whom he recognized as the Stop'N'Shop checker on Register 5.
"Okay. But why would they be interested in high school guys?" asked Drake, continuing to pace, while working his green tongue around the candy, finally biting down with a satisfying crack.
Josh replied "I told them I'm an assistant manager trainee at the Premiere, which is true. And I told them you're a professional musician, which is also true. That's all they know."
Drake nodded admiringly. "Ah, misleading by giving selective information." He slipped into a deeper register and said in a character voice, "Good, young Sichuan! I have taught you well."
Josh continued with the plans, "Now to make sure we don't get caught this time, we're going to a coffee house to hear some music. No liquor license, so no need for fake I.D.'s. And if everybody's getting along, they can always take us back to the dorm. Brilliant, huh?"
"I'm starting to like the sound of this," answered Drake, taking in the fact that Josh had planned an evening with his enjoyment in mind.
"Register 5's shift finishes at 11. We'll meet the girls at the store. If Mom and Dad aren't in their bedroom asleep by then, they'll be downstairs in front of the TV. We're going to have to be very quiet. And since the parentals have our car keys, we'll have to walk. At least it's not too far. And, Drake, we mustn't get separated. I don't want anything to go wrong." Josh had given it a lot of thought.
Over the years, Josh had done a lot of things he might not have if Drake hadn't insisted, but, in his heart of hearts, he knew that Drake wasn't entirely to blame. Drake simply made it possible for Josh to get out of his goody two-shoes rut and experiment with life, and he was often grateful for the chance to take a risk. Being around Drake was never boring. Even though they both got punished when they were caught, it was always implicitly Drake's fault, because he was the initiator. Josh wanted the chance to change that equation. He rationalized that, after turning them over to the badly botched Steered Straight program, their parents had grounded them unfairly, anyway.
"I am the expert at the window escape, as you well know," boasted Drake, arms folded across his chest. "Besides, if we get caught, we are already grounded. WE LIKE being grounded together. This looks like a win-win-WIN situation."
Josh knew that he and Drake wouldn't be under their parents' control much longer. Josh had already taken all the tests he needed for college and had sent off all his applications. He now just wanted to have some fun and make the most of his time left at home and with Drake. Drake had summed it up, even if they were grounded, they were happy enough to be forced into isolation with each other.
Drake hopped onto the couch, lay on his back, head in Josh's lap, then took Josh's hand and returned it to his own groin. "It's only going on 9:30, so there's plenty of time to be pleasing me first."
"So there is!" murmured a smiling Josh, who resumed the stroking. He leaned over to kiss Drake, and tasted a very peculiar combination of candy and cum. With a facial expression somewhere between a grimace and an involuntary muscle spasm, Josh said, "Dude, don't forget to use some mouthwash before we meet the girls!"
Drake ignored the objection and pulled Josh close, swallowing his words with a kiss. As Drake reacted, by pumping his hips in response to Josh's fingertips playing along the length of the zipper to his pants, his rear end landed on the remote, and the Beatles again were heard in the background. "Come on, come on, come on, come on . . . "
Too tired and wasted to deal, Josh said, "Do you think those jeans could be any tighter? I hate fighting that belt buckle. You take it off and that will please ME."
Drake got his pants down in record time. Sitting closely beside him, Josh's hands were everywhere, touching Drake's bare flesh, holding him, gently but firmly squeezing, caressing, rubbing, pulling, stroking and patting him, moving along his shaft, driving him wild. Observing the signs of Drake nearing his release, Josh had a small towel in one hand, as his other hand brought Drake off, he used the cloth to capture the flow of Drake's ejaculation. "Wow!" exhaled Drake, feeling his heart thundering away in his chest. "Those girls will have a tough act to follow." It was true, Josh did know exactly how to please him.
The boys got ready for their dates, cleaned themselves up and parent-proofed their room. Josh used their dirty laundry to make sleeping forms under the covers in their beds. He then hid their roaches in aluminum foil in a container behind a loose board in their bedroom wall. "Don't you want to take those with us?" inquired Drake.
Shaking his head no, Josh answered firmly, "And risk getting nailed for possession? No thanks. Besides, they've got their own."
Drake shoved the anime DVD under his mattress, and stuck the ashtray in the back of a desk drawer, then made a quick circuit around the room with an odor-neutralizing air spray.
Drake chose a form-fitting solid color t-shirt, with a contrasting band of color that went across his chest at the pecs, showing off his slight frame to advantage. He completed his look with the very tightest black denim jeans, his favorite white studded belt and white shoes. Returning from the bathroom, slipping into a gray zip-up jacket which hugged him at the waist and shoulders, he told Josh, "Well, 'Alvin,' I think we're ready for some Saturday night action, don't you?"
They walked to the window. "After you, 'Mr. Steelflex,'" said Josh, in a gentlemanly way that he thought Walter might approve, adding, with tongue in cheek, "Age before beauty."
Once the boys were on the ground, they carefully closed the ladder and put it back behind the shrubbery, then set off into the night, towards the Stop'N'Shop, laughing softly, like stoners, at anything and everything, all the way.