Author: therubyone
Summary: Josh and Drake are grounded again, but the boys are pleased to spend the time together. Josh has a plan - will it work out?
Disclaimer: Drake and Josh are characters created and owned by Viacomm, Nickelodeon and Dan Schneider – NOT ME; this is for amusement only, not profit.
Rating: M for Mature - contains slash, drug use and het, so roll with it!
Spoilers: Action set in the general D/J universe soon after the events shown in the episode Steered Straight.
Teaser: "Stay with us for the next hour and get your sugar fix."
Ch 4 of 6
PLEASE PLEASE ME
Chapter 4. Sweet Inspiration
The winner of the evening's competition, a quintet called Animus Rex, took to the stage and bowed. A number of musicians, from the various competing groups, came onstage together to play the last song of the evening, a real showstopper. A female trio belted out the lyrics and the instrumental riffs burst with devil horns and driving drums into a full-fledged 1940-style swinging version of "Candyman."
Getting his second wind, Drake took FF's hand and jumped up to show off his mastery of swing dance. "He's a sweet talkin' sugar-coated candy man . . ." People started clapping in time and cleared a space as Drake and his date were swinging it up, but Helen and Gavin refused to be outdone. Helen and Gavin were dance aficionados who'd had plenty of practice with the jitterbug. With a small push from her round, ample hips, Helen literally bumped Drake out of her way, saying "Uh-Uh! Not this time, Drake!" Drake had heard that Helen was competitive, and, as he and FF crashed into another couple, he decided to join the other people on the sidelines, watching Helen and Gavin finish out the number.
The disco ball overhead was turning, throwing glittery pastiches of light everywhere as the drums continued to pound. When at last the song concluded, the crowd erupted into noisy applause. Josh put his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. As the house lights came up, a net of balloons and confetti emptied onto both the crowd and the impromptu band, eliciting a final outburst of happiness from everyone present.
"I could drive you back later if you want," wheedled R5, "but you've simply got to come up to the dorm with us. We're having too much fun to stop just yet."
Josh mentally went through his wallet, calculating that he had enough to pay for a cab later, to get them back home. He was starting to tire. Even though he had only worked a short, five-hour shift, he had gotten hardly any sleep the night before, fooling around with Drake. He knew R5 well enough to be able to satisfy her sexually pretty quickly, so he could get on with passing out and catching a nap. He had to make sure they left while it was still dark outside, so they could sneak back into their bedroom at home. He was astounded at how lively and animated Drake was at nearly 2am. He figured that watching over Drake had also contributed to his own fatigue, but he was relieved that the evening had gone so well – so far.
Josh and R5 had a strong physical attraction and mutual respect for each other and they shared many interests. Neither of them wanted a serious commitment. It was a perfect relationship for Josh, because he desired the sexual experimentation without the confusing pressure of being in love at such an early age, and, on the other hand, he preferred a regular partner over a one-night hook-up.
The University of California at San Diego campus can be found a short 15 minutes from downtown San Diego in La Jolla. The dormitory that was their destination stood 8 stories tall. R5's room was on the 7th floor. They all piled into the elevator and, as they started to rise, R5 began fishing through a tiny handbag for her keys. "My roommate went up to LA for the weekend," she informed the group.
Suddenly they heard a loud grinding noise, and felt a sickening lurch, as the elevator came to an abrupt stop, between floors. Both girls cried out, "Oh, NO! Not again!" as Drake and Josh exchanged worried looks.
"It's the Drake-and-Josh effect," blurted Drake.
"What's that?" asked FF.
"Oh, just when everything seems to be going great for us, then something bad happens, that's all," answered Drake, matter-of-factly.
"Well, this elevator always seems to be breaking down," complained R5.
"Isn't there a phone in here, so we can call for help?" asked Josh, opening a little panel next to the doors, and pulling out a phone, which, unfortunately had NO connecting wire.
"What's the number printed in there?" asked R5, getting out her cell phone. "We can still call for help."
After many rings, the call went through. The bored voice on the other end seemed skeptical that the call was a valid one. "Look, I'm reading the serial numbers off the panel. I can't help it if vandals cut the wire to the official phone," argued R5.
When she hung up, R5 informed the group, "Help is on the way. The man said it would be AT LEAST an hour before anyone could respond."
Drake advised, "We better make ourselves comfortable then. Look on the bright side, we still have the piped-in music from your campus radio station."
They all settled into sitting positions in the elevator, one couple on either side, careful to distribute their weight evenly, to avoid causing any tipping.
The next song that came over the tinny, little speakers was "Pour some sugar on me . . . I'm hot, sticky sweet, from my head, to my feet . . . You've got the peaches, I've got the cream."
R5 cuddled into Josh's side, "Remember the first time we heard this song, Joshie Bear?" She started whispering in his ear and Josh shut his eyes and smiled in response to her sweet nothings. After 30 seconds, however, it was as though he had received an IM via ESP, and then, if he could have vanished through a hole in the floor, he would have. He could feel Drake starting to bristle, without even looking at him, and, in fact, kept his eyes closed, so he could try to think of an appropriate response.
"Oh, you want to tell us about it, Joshie?" demanded Drake, with hostility, since he also shared an intimate connection with this song and Josh.
Without realizing she was saving the day, FF interjected, "I know. To pass the time, everyone tell the first sexual fantasy that pops into their brain."
Register 5 answered shyly, "Tarzan."
Frozen Foods added, "Hot identical twins."
Drake and Josh exchanged startled glances, then answered, simultaneously: "Princess Oblongatta, wearing the Robe of Curiosity."
Everyone broke into laughter.
The deejay cut in, "And that was Def Leppard, leading off our sweetest songs set. Stay with us for the next hour and get your sugar fix. Here's a golden oldie by Millie Small, singing 'My Boy Lollipop'." The bouncy 60's pop tune flooded out of the elevator's little speakers: "My boy Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy-up, you're as sweet as candy."
As if on cue, FF rifled through her shoulder bag and produced some Happy Farmers hard candy for all. "Watermelon – my fave!" exclaimed Drake.
Then, she retrieved a miniature deck of cards. "I always carry these in case of an emergency," she explained.
"Perfect, let's play some strip poker," Drake insisted. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was pressure building up in his bladder. Drake's below-the-belt consciousness was taking over. "The new rules are TWO pieces of clothing per loss," he stated, with authority. Nobody objected. Before long, everyone was barefoot.
They continued to play cards through the Archies' "Sugar Sugar" (Oh, Sugar, Sugar. You are my candy girl and you got me wanting you) and Bow Wow Wow's "I Want Candy."
Ain't no finer boy in town
You're my guy, just what the doctor ordered
So sweet, you make my mouth water
Drake took off his jacket, "What? It's warm in here."
The girls were losing, but it didn't seem to bother them at all.
The disc jockey could be heard saying "Now here's a cover version of a song that's been around forever. This is Bette Midler." Her sultry voice crooned, "Come on a my house a my house, I'm gonna give you candy, Come on a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you everything."
The card playing continued, but the game had moved to a different level. Unspoken words were translated into smoldering looks, driven along by the plaintive cravings expressed in the songs, mixing the metaphors of sex, desire and sweetness.
R5, the weakest player, was in her bra and blue jeans. Josh was the only person who was still dressed, but with naked feet.
Moving to R5's side, FF took her friend's hand, and said "I don't know if R5 told you, but I'm kind of psychic. I mean, there are certain people who really give off the vibes, and I can sense their thoughts. R5 and I have an old and powerful connection, so it's almost constant between the two of us. We've known each other since we were 12. We grew up together. I'm picking up that the two of you have a very strong bond as well."
The deejay's voice cut in with, "I doubt very many of you will know this one. It's by Free and it's called Sweet Tooth."
FF leaned over and starting planting demure kisses on R5's face as she slid her hand inside R5's brassiere. The lights in the elevator began to flicker and dim. Josh could see that Drake was too far gone to care about the electricity, as he stared lustfully at the girls.
The lights went out but came up again after 30 seconds. Drake had moved closer to Josh but he was still watching the girls intently, the two of them now lying down and kissing passionately.
"People, won't you listen when I tell the truth
I give her all my sugar, she's got such a sweet tooth yeah yeah"
The lights again blinked out. Josh could feel one hand touching his arm and another on his calf. In a brief flash of light, he found Drake sitting next to him; it was R5 who had reached out for his leg. Darkness enveloped them for another 20 seconds.
In the next flash of light, FF looked at the boys, and said, "Does this turn you on? It turns us on. Maybe if the two of you kissed, it would turn us on even more."
In the dark again, the quiet sounds of clothing being discarded was all that could be heard against the background of the radio music. Josh was paralyzed, whether with urgent longings or overwhelming fear, he wasn't sure. In a brief instant of light, he saw that both Drake and FF were shirtless and Drake, kneeling, was in the process of unbuckling his belt. Josh recognized the primal look playing across Drake's features, before they were once more plunged into the dark. Josh felt R5's hand moving up his leg and onto his thigh. He wondered if he might be starting to have an attack of his recurrent childhood asthma, as he started breathing harder and faster.
Drake's voice cut through the blackness, stating, "This is ridiculously hot."
R5's hand was deftly stroking Josh's crotch. Josh felt a soft, wet mouth nipping and teasing at his earlobe, another hand sliding up under his hoodie, then heard Drake whispering in his ear, "Come on, Josh, let's give these girls a real show."
Loud banging sounds, not music, intruded on the mood, coming from somewhere, in the vicinity of the ceiling. After a few thunks and thuds, an access panel in the top of the car opened and a powerful flashlight was shining down on the group. A man's gruff voice, tinged with admiration and disgust, was heard, saying, "Well, what do we have here?"
It was as though a keg of cold water had been splashed on the occupants of the elevator. The girls shrieked and dived away from the beam of light, as they hurriedly felt around for their clothes. Drake, already crouching, pushed his way behind the seated Josh, who looked up and had the presence of mind to inquire, "How long before you get us out?"
The repairman snorted and answered, "A few more minutes. Keep your pants on!" He was as good as his word. In the time it took for them to get dressed, the car arrived at Floor 7.