Author's Notes: This is a Drake & Josh slash story. Slash meaning male on male action. And this one is rated M, so take that warning seriously. This story contains lots of slash and adult situations, so if you are uncomfortable with that idea, please go read another story. But if you're willing to stick around, please leave any review and/or constructive criticism (I appreciate one and all). I do not own Drake & Josh, I do not make profit from this, and no copyright infringement is intended. Enjoy!

Summary: When Drake needs help with his oral Spanish exam, he asks Josh to help him study. But when Drake is struggling, Josh thinks of a way to spice things up.

The Spanish War
Drake/Josh. 4,522 words.

Josh considered himself a patient kind of guy. When they were dating, Mindy had challenged him to see who would kiss the other one first and he had merely scoffed at her. Fifteen years Josh had waited to kiss a girl; a couple weeks of not kissing her would certainly prove to be no sweat. However, it was Drake who had been there for his making out needs when "running off his desires" proved to be ineffective, so maybe that wasn't a fair comparison.

These past couple of weeks had done nothing but test Josh's patience though. The first week actually hadn't been too bad; the two of them had book reports due for Mrs. Hafer's class and he didn't know what Drake was doing, but Josh spent every spare minute he could making sure that report was worthy of the A it deserved. But the second week – Josh didn't know how much more he could take with no project to distract him. Every night, Drake would boast proudly how he was going out with a new girl and every night he came home with the same satisfied smirk that Josh knew all too well.

To be perfectly honest, it drove him crazy. Josh had come to terms a long time ago that Drake was a self-proclaimed ladies' man. Because no matter how many dates he went on or how many girls he blatantly made out with, Josh was able to take into account that Drake always came back to him. They managed to find each other and be together, no matter if Mindy or Tori or Carly or whoever came between them. But to see Drake parade around with the prettiest girls in their school while putting him through "detention"…maybe Josh wasn't as patient as he previously thought.

It was the third week on a Wednesday when Josh awoke from a deep sleep, groggy and bleary eyed. The alarm next to Drake's bed was beeping angrily and when Josh rolled over to look, he saw the other bed was rumpled and empty as the sound of the shower running registered in his head. Drake must've forgotten to turn the alarm off before he hit the bathroom. Sliding out of bed, Josh stumbled his way to silence the awful clock and stretched out his gangly arms, trying to awaken his body. He'd already taken his shower last night, due to the fact that Drake had a tendency to take longer showers and use up all the hot water before anyone else got a chance. Shuffling toward the bedroom door and out into the hallway, Josh could only think of brushing his teeth and washing his face to start his day.

Softly knocking on the bathroom door, he didn't wait for an answer before he walked into the steamy bathroom. Closing the door behind him, Josh let the heat seep in through his skin and felt it loosen the insides of his body. The sound of the water was soothing behind the coral shower curtain as Josh applied the toothpaste to his bright blue toothbrush. Brushing his teeth, Josh thought it was a bit odd that Drake wasn't singing; he liked to figure out the sound of his new songs in the shower, listen to the words bounce off the tile back to him. Maybe he wasn't working on anything new Josh rationalized as he spit white foam into the sink. Quickly washing his face, he threw the damp towel back on the hook and made his way toward the door.

"Drake, better hurry up," Josh told him, his hand on the doorknob. Drake didn't respond and he thought that maybe Drake didn't hear him over the pounding sound of the shower. Josh turned his head and opened his mouth to repeat himself, but felt the words back up in his throat when he became conscious of what he was seeing. The coral curtain had a tendency to not shut all the way if you weren't careful and Drake must not have bothered to fix it. The space between the wall and the curtain was open just wide enough that it gave Josh an ample view of what was going on the other side. Gripping the doorknob until his knuckles turned white, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away.

Hair slicked back and completely naked, Drake stood under the silver faucet head as the water slid down in tiny rivers over his sun kissed shoulders, his freckled back, over his slender waist, and down his legs, pooling around the drain. His head was tilted back and Josh could see from the profile that his eyelids were closed as Drake rolled his head so the stream of water was concentrated on the side of his neck, right where the curve met his lanky shoulder.

As Josh's eyes traveled further downward, he stopped at the right shoulder blade. It was moving, almost…no, definitely rhythmically, and even though he couldn't see Drake's hand, Josh had a pretty clear idea of what was going on. When the realization hit, blood ran fast below the frayed waistband of Josh's pale blue sleep pants and he could see how uneven Drake's breathing was in the stuttered rise and fall of his chest even if he couldn't hear it in his own ears. The desire to climb into the shower just be with him was so strong, but the words came back, haunting him;

"You are under personal detention from me. Find the terms of that in your Spanish book!"

If there was ever a moment where Josh was more sorry, he imagined that this was it. The past two and a half weeks had been a cakewalk up to this moment where Josh was so turned on, he could barely even see straight. All he could concentrate on was that single shoulder blade taunting him as it moved back and forth. When Josh tore his eyes away, to look up at Drake's face, he heard it. It was low and almost drowned out by the water, but Josh was positive he heard it; his name.

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If Josh was patient before, he had a short fuse now. Drake in the shower was a little dirty movie that played through his head for the rest of the day. It plagued him during school, at The Premiere, when he was trying to do his homework; every time Josh attempted to concentrate on something else he would always come back to Drake. Shower. Touching. That kind of thinking may have been a little obsessive, but Josh figured it might've been somewhat normal when he realized he hadn't had any kind of release in the past couple of weeks. It was a wonder that Josh didn't pull Drake out of class in the middle of the day, despite Drake's punishment.

That night, Josh was alone in the bedroom as he tried to keep his mind off his stupid "detention" (stupid, stupid, so stupid, when was the last time Drake ever asked a teacher for anything?! Stupid, stupid, stupid) by watching reruns of Celebrities Underground, but he continued to zone out and think of that morning. His ears perked up when he heard the familiar thump of feet on the staircase and he turned his head to see Drake stroll through the open doorway, shutting the door behind him as he whistled a song. Drake turned to make eye contact with Josh, his smug smile stretching over his lips. Josh stared at those lips, biting the inside of his own lip as he thought of them and what he wanted to do to them and they had done to him.

So lost in thought and feeling excessively hormonal, Josh barely heard Drake greet him. Instead, he felt himself crawl over the back of the couch and push his right leg up onto the shallow platform in front of his bed. Grabbing his pinstripe blazer covered arm, Josh whirled Drake around to face him and pulled him close. Two weeks, three days, and this morning in the bathroom had led up to this physical attack and patience was an overrated virtue anyway.

Drake barely had time to register what was happening before Josh had his lips on him, his fists in his hair, and geez why did this have to feel so good? He'd just spent the past couple of hours with Sofia Sokolov; not exactly the brightest girl, but she was gorgeous and she let him do things to her and that's really all he wanted anyway. But Josh had his tongue in his mouth and his hand was cupping side of Drake's head so that his thumb was playing with his overly sensitive earlobe and damn it if that didn't feel better than all the dates combined Drake had had for the past couple of weeks.

He didn't know if Josh pushed him or if he pulled him closer, but Drake felt himself moving backward and falling onto the soft blue comforter that covered Josh's oversized bed. It felt good, too good, to have the weight of the other boy on top of him and he hadn't realized how much he had missed it until it was gone. Sure, Drake was punishing Josh but he hadn't realized that he would be punishing himself. When Josh broke free of their kiss and moved his lips along Drake's jaw line, his mind became a bit clearer as he realized what was happening.

"I didn't realize that the month was over."

"It's not. I'm ending it, I'm ending the month right now," Josh replied, his warm breath feeling like heaven over Drake's skin. "I know you're angry, but I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you were embarrassed like that…you know I'll make it up to you." To punctuate his point, Josh bit and kissed his way down his neck, causing Drake's eyes to roll back. It was enough to make him forget why he was angry in the first place; who cares if he'd been humiliated in front of the principal? Who cares his parents gave him extra chores around the house? Right here with Josh helping him out of his blazer, everything else just seemed to fade away.

The blazer fell in a crumpled heap next to the bed and it was all Josh could do to not rip the t-shirt right off of him. The shirt interrupted their kiss as Josh slid it off and Drake took the opportunity to help Josh out of his blue sweater. The contact of warm skin sent tingles through both their bodies equally as they each crawled up deeper into the bed. When Drake's head was pressed against a pillow, Josh took it as his chance to throw his right leg over and straddle the other boy all while applying more pressure to the kiss that they were locked into. Tongues wrestling, fingers interlocking; it was hard to tell where Drake started and Josh ended. Josh broke the connection of their kiss and started making his way down Drake's bare chest, pausing to kiss tiny freckle formations as he got closer to the worn white belt Drake was fond of wearing. Drake's breathing was raggedly unsteady as Josh's fingers worked the clasp of the buckle, mumbling as he did so.

"You know, it would be so much easier if you…" Josh started, trailing off as the dull metal clasp became undone. He popped the thick jeans button open as Drake opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out as he watched Josh grab his zipper between his teeth and pull down, slowly… almost painfully slow. Forget it, it was painful watching Josh tease him like that and looking up, grinning like he had a secret. Drake sank his hand into Josh's unruly curls and held on tight, waiting for what was to come. But Josh let go of the zipper and brought himself back to his mouth, momentarily distracting Drake who couldn't help but let out a small whimper against Josh's lips. Biting Drake's bottom lip, Josh slipped his hand below the stretchy band of the snug red boxers and felt Drake give a small gasp against his cheek when contact was made. His hips reacted quickly, lifting off the bed and into his hand, as he gave Josh a strung out look with glassy eyes.

"C'mooooon Josh," Drake pleaded softly, using his other hand to fist in to the comforter. Giving him a half smile, Josh began to move his hand back and forth, not bothering to help Drake out of his jeans. It would've been easier and probably given him more room to work with (why did he have to wear the jeans so tight?), but Drake was so far gone at this point that Josh left it alone. He felt Drake getting warmer from the friction of his hand while his own erection throbbed achingly in his own jeans, which he unsuccessfully tried to ignore. They would deal with him later; Josh's mind was a complete blur with the focus on making Drake feel good, feel more amazing than he did with some of the easiest girls in their school (who Josh knew that Drake had undoubtedly spent these past couple of weeks with).

Orgasm was coming close; Josh could tell as he sped up the momentum and the way Drake could barely make any sound above a whisper or a shallow gasp. With a final thrust and a low groan, his orgasm blissfully coated Josh's hand and the inside of his boxers. Josh rolled over on to his side, resting his head on Drake's shoulder as he watched the other boy's chest rise and fall with the ragged breaths that he made.

"Truce?"

Drake opened his heavy eyelids and looked to his left to see Josh's hopeful grin smiling back at him. Grinning back, Drake rubbed his hand on Josh's head and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"Truce."

FIN.