Team Drew

(A/N: This will make more sense if you read my oneshot The Chocolate Hearse Scene beforehand.)

Eli leaned back in the couch. He looked at the TV, examining the names of the two football teams. He tried to choose a team to support for the night.

"My type is..." Eli stalled for a moment, thinking of the right words. "Something very different from the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders."

He glanced over at Drew, who caught his eye for a moment. He bit his lip when Eli subtly raised an eyebrow at him.

"Very different."

Drew felt his stomach knot up as Eli smirked and turned back to the game. He exhaled sharply, trying to focus his own attention on the big-screen TV, but he was distracted. God, he'd sworn he would forget what happened last month. He had never gotten intimate with his brother's best friend. Nothing happened that day. Eli swung by Degrassi to pick him up from football practice as a favor, just because he was already on his way to their house to visit Adam, and that was all. They stopped by the comic store. They pulled over to wait for the rain to pass... and they just sat there. That was all.

Drew took out his phone, frantically trying to find a picture of Alli. His girlfriend. God, did the camera feature always load so slowly?

"OHHHHH!" Adam, Sav, and KC shouted simultaneously, Adam's more feminine voice standing out. Drew looked up from the picture of his beautiful girlfriend to the TV screen.

"Ohh, look! They all fell down again. That's so exciting!" Eli cheered, his tone drenched in sarcasm. He clapped in mock-excitement. Adam punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"Don't be a dick," he chided. Eli smirked.

"Hey, Drew, you're almost outta chips," Sav pointed out, his mouth full and his eyes still locked on the television. Drew glanced over to see the large clear bowl that had once been full of barbecue Utz now almost empty in Sav's lap.

"Someone's hungry," he teased, but Sav didn't react. He was too immersed in the game. Drew leaned back in his seat.

"Hey Adam, wanna get some more chips?"

"What? Hell no, you get them yourself!" Adam averted his eyes from the screen and shot his brother a look. "And while you're at it, get us some cake."

"No way, you want cake, then you get it yourse-"

"Sweet! You have cake?" Sav interrupted.

"Do you have ice cream too?" KC asked.

Drew shot a pleading look at Adam, who smiled sweetly in return. Drew sighed, getting up.

"Okay, I'll get the cake, and some ice cream," Drew surrendered. He made his way out of the living room and into the kitchen.

"Cake," he muttered to himself as he opened the refrigerator. It wasn't hard to find: its pink-and-white box took up a good portion of the top shelf of the fridge.

Once he'd set the box on the counter, Drew quickly retrieved two pints of Ben & Jerry's from the freezer and set them down by the cake box. He had just removed the top of the box when a voice from behind startled him.

"Hey."

Drew whipped around to see both the first and last person he wanted to see that night. Eli was grinning, his hands in the pockets of his skinny gray jeans.

"Uh, hey. What're you doing in here?" Drew asked, trying to act casual. He went back to what he was doing. He opened the cabinets in front of him and took out five bowls. He heard Eli take a step closer.

"Football's not really my thing," he replied casually. Drew could almost feel him smirking. "But you probably gathered that."

Drew smiled. He tried his best to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach, especially as Eli took another step closer. Drew found a cake knife in the drawer and started cutting a corner piece for Adam.

"I figured maybe you could use some company." Drew tried to ignore the very subtle yet evident flirtatiousness in Eli's voice. He set Adam's piece down in a bowl and began to cut another.

"Wanna help out?" Drew asked, summoning as much self-confidence as he could. Usually he was so good at talking to people, but Eli had a gift for intimidation. "You can put ice cream in the bowls while I cut the cake."

"Sounds good to me," Eli replied, and Drew swallowed hard when Eli came up next to him, purposely allowing their bodies to touch. He took the ice cream scooper and popped off the top of the carton labeled Neapolitan Dynamite.

"That cake sure has a lot of chocolate," Eli pointed out, and Drew turned to see him smirking, his eyes fixed on what he was doing. He felt his hand tremble a little as the knife sank into the cake.

"Guess it does," Drew barely managed to say. Why the hell was he still talking to him? He knew what he was going to say next.

"Kinda reminds me of that Panthers campfire you told me about that one afternoon," Eli continued. Drew mentally groaned. He knew exactly where this was going, and he was pulling himself into the deepest of shit.

"Oh yeah? I uh, don't remember." Drew mentally slapped himself. If that didn't say you totally fucked with my mind and now all I can think about is eating chocolate off your body, you devious, sexy little bastard then he didn't know what did.

"You don't? It was that really rainy day when I picked you up from football practice, remember?" Eli put the ice cream scoop down. Drew would've suggested that he go back to serving the ice cream and shut up about that afternoon, but Eli had already filled all the bowls. Shit.

"Turns out you really like comics," Eli continued, sounding humorous and not seductive for a change. Drew chuckled.

"But then the rain got worse..." Drew's heart skipped a beat when Eli rested his hand on his shoulder, bringing his lips closer to his ear. "And I had to pull over. So we sat alone together in my car."

Eli squeezed Drew's shoulder, and he drew in a shaky breath. This whole "pretending nothing happened" thing wasn't working out.

"Oh... d-did we? I guess I kinda remember that. Y... yeah." The stuttering definitely gave him away, and he mentally swore at himself. Eli had him right where he wanted him. Again.

"You don't sound too sure," Eli mused. He didn't smirk, but Drew was sure he wanted to. He looked down to see Eli's hand drift closer to the cake.

"Maybe this will jog your memory?" he suggested, scooping up a mound of chocolate frosting with his hand and smearing it onto Drew's mouth. It wasn't long before Drew felt Eli's warm, wet tongue graze the skin by his lips.

"You tasted like chocolate," Eli whispered, setting the ice cream scoop down on the counter. He continued to rub Drew's shoulder and brought his other hand to cup the side of Drew's neck. "Just like now."

Drew felt his lower lip trembling slightly as his mouth hung open. He shut his eyes when Eli kissed his jaw, sucking the chocolate off.

Drew gave in quickly once Eli's hand drifted from his shoulder to his crotch, and he grabbed the shorter boy by his waist and pulled him to his body. Eli grinned, knowing he'd won, and he put both hands on either side of Drew's thick neck. Drew leaned down and mashed his ravenous lips against Eli's.

This kiss was nothing shy of the first time they'd fooled around, and Drew let his hands slip lower on Eli's body as he became immersed in the heat. God, if he'd remembered just how good a kisser Eli was, he wouldn't have tried to resist so much. Still, maybe the resistance was what got Eli going, and that excited Drew. He pulled Eli closer.

"Hey I was wondering if you guys needed any-"

KC's voice brought Eli and Drew's kissing to an abrupt halt, and they whipped their heads to the side to look at him. Drew didn't miss the thin rope of saliva that connected his lips with Eli's for a moment when the shorter boy withdrew his tongue.

Drew considered how the situation must have looked. KC walked in the kitchen expecting to see the two casually chatting while filling bowls with sweets. Instead he saw the tall and muscular quarterback groping the school misfit's ass, the two boys engaged in a passionate lip battle. KC had every right to make the face he was making.

"Um," was all KC managed to get out. He put his hands in his pockets, blinking his wide dark eyes at the couple. Eli looked at Drew awkwardly, at a loss for words.

"We were just-"

"No, no, you don't have to explain," KC interrupted Drew, taking a step back. Eli nodded slowly.

"You can um... continue," KC added. "I'll stay out of it."

He was soon out of the kitchen, and Drew looked back at Eli.

"We should probably... get back to the living room," Drew suggested awkwardly. Eli looked away and nodded slowly.

"Good idea," he agreed. He didn't move, though, and Drew was confused.

"Um, Drew?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you let go of my ass?"

Drew's face reddened, and he released his grip immediately. Eli let go of his neck and took a step back. Drew scratched the back of his neck while Eli fixed his shirt, both boys trying to make the moment less awkward. Drew was the first to speak.

"I guess now we should go to the living room." He picked up three of the bowls, attempting to keep the third from falling. Eli took the other two and the bag of chips on the table and followed him into the other room.

"Sorry we took so long," Drew told the other three boys. He looked at KC, who gave him a knowing look. He handed a bowl to KC and one to Sav, taking a seat with his own. Eli sat down and handed one of his bowls to Adam. He set the bag of chips on the table, and Sav snatched it immediately.

"Who's winning?" Drew asked, trying to keep his mind on the game. Next to him, Eli was leaning back, grinning triumphantly, obviously more focused on what happened in the kitchen.

"Um, the Cowboys," Sav answered, pouring the barbecue chips into the bowl in front of him. He made a face at Drew.

"And, uh... why is there chocolate all over your mouth?"

Drew's eyes widened, and Eli burst out laughing.

Damn, maybe football wasn't so bad after all.