(Drakes POV)

My eyes slowly opened feeling heavy. I was barely awake before a stabbing pain assaulted my brain causing me to groan in pain. I mean this has become a pretty common occurrence, but it never makes it any easier. I could feel the stabbing pain of this hangover come back with every single beat of my pulse.
I didn't wanna sit up the room was still spinning around me I didn't wanna move if I absolutely didn't have to I could feel the acid bubbling up my throat. I felt sick, but I gave the room a glance trying to remember where I was before covering my eyes with one of my arms. I didn't get a good look, but I knew that I was home at least. It was still dark outside the shadows from the tree outside swayed with the wind as I peeked from underneath my arm.
Ugh... Everything hurt even my hand... a bite mark entered my vision bringing with it all of the memories of what happened with Josh earlier that night. I was clean though and I don't even remember getting into my pajamas. Josh must have done that... my heart felt fuzzy from his little act of kindness. What did I do?
I felt guilty deep down I knew that my feelings were wrong and yet I dragged Josh down with me. I already made Josh's life miserable before. Even when they pleaded with me to stay the only thing I could think of was 'I want my brother back'.
Why did I have to be such a rotten brother to him? It's not just the things that I've done to them, but the way that I felt about them too. I can't be your brother anymore I don't love you the way that you love me. I don't wanna ruin your life anymore...
I can feel my eyes getting wet all of these emotions were just eating me alive. Even though I didn't wanna move I felt like I needed to leave. Otherwise, I might just tell Josh how I feel. I don't even know how they would look at me tomorrow would their eyes be full of regret, longing, or hatred. I didn't wanna stick around to find out in all honesty. Maybe, I'm being selfish by leaving again, but I just needed to leave.
Everything felt awful trying to suppress a gag from the impending vomit. If I was gonna vomit it sure as hell wasn't gonna be where Josh could hear me. I wasn't exactly in the state to tiptoe as I basically hung onto the wall for dear life the room still swaying around me causing my stomach to do flips. I had to stop and catch my breath the cool air feeling good against my burning throat.
Luckily, Josh tends to be a really heavy sleeper. Even, when the door creaked open he didn't stir even a little bit. But, I could feel the vomit sitting at the back of my throat as I stumbled my way into the hallway this dizziness was killing me. I swear I could almost smell it already my ears burning from the sour-tasting acid in my throat.
My eyes locked onto the book bag that I left in the hallway. I was so thankful that this thing went unnoticed. My body still felt like it was shaking from the weakness that radiated through my entire body.
I was feeling tired and desperate. Hopping from place to place meant that there really was no place to sleep. I mean most days I was gone I was able to persuade the girls I've slept with to let me spend the night sometimes even getting them to let me use their shower. But, sometimes parents came home or for some reason or another we'd have a disagreement and they'd kick me out of their house. In those situations, I didn't really have a place to go. I didn't wanna rely on my band members or 'friends' they'd either ask too many questions that I just couldn't answer, or look for a way to make use of the info that I didn't wanna go home to make rumors about me.
I didn't have many people I could actually trust, so sometimes I'd go to the junkyard. It was kind of a teen hangout not many teens went there alone, but groups of stupid teens looking for trouble to prove how cool they were often wandered there at night. I mean the place is old, and most if not all of the security cameras are there for show not actually picking up security footage.
The acrid stench of the garbage was strong in your nose, and if you weren't wearing thick soles the broken glass and rusty nails that littered the ground would pierce your foot. The place had a few abandoned cars here and there that you could use to sleep. I mean most times the windows would be busted out, and it didn't really help with the chill from the cool breezes. But, it was California we didn't get too many cold nights. At least with all the teen activity it kept most of the homeless population out of the junkyard, but the few that I did happen to see didn't really acknowledge me.
But, last night something happened the entire place was practically boarded shut. I didn't know where else to go, and so I had to come home where Josh was even though I tried so hard not to have to go home.
Here we are now hungover and sick to my stomach trying desperately to sneak out of the house when I had no place to go. But, I stumbled my way out of the house not even bothering to put on my shoes I just picked them up and put them in my bag with all the other stuff.
The nightly breeze felt cool against my face. My pajamas not doing much to protect me from the chill as I shivered. I didn't really know where else to go so I just started wondering my feet making direct contact with the cool and rough cement beneath my feet.
(Josh's POV)
It's become a pretty common occurrence these days for me to be seated at the desk in our bedroom staring out the window like a lost puppy. A textbook that I haven't really looked at in days still laid open on the desk little wafts of vanilla making their way up my nose as I pretended that I could even study. My body felt heavy from the lack of sleep that I've been getting lately as I rested my head on my desk using my arms as a pillow of sorts.
I could feel the tension in my body as I kept wondering where Drake could have gone after we... When I woke up that morning they were already gone. It's been two days and nobody seemed to know where Drake was it's just the longest he's seemed to have gone without contact. I mean we knew that he had his phone at some point, but since he hasn't picked it up we don't really know if still has it on him.
Tensions have been high in the house with everything that's been going on Mom and Dad seemed to be fighting almost every day now about what to do about Drake's behavior. My dad didn't wanna seem to get the police involved just yet, and that's the major source of the discourse around here. Nobody even eats dinner at the table together like we used to.
I guess my parent's nervousness has rubbed off on me now. I can't really seem to sleep when I think about where Drake could be a part of me fearing the worst. But, I've had a lot of extra time on my hands lately. Helen was actually pretty nice to me I think she could tell something was weighing heavily on my mind when I kept making simple mistakes like giving people tickets to wrong movies cause I just couldn't focus. So, Helen advised me to take some of the PTO I had saved up and take a couple days for my mental health.
I finally thought deeply about everything that happened and decided on how I felt about it, about how I felt about Drake. It was kinda dumb how obvious the answer really was the whole time, but I've never been more sure about my feelings for another person before even with Mindy I didn't feel this way. I knew that I was hopelessly in love with Drake.
If I really think hard about the past there were so many obvious hints that Drake dropped hinting that they may have liked me. I mean when I was lonely because Drake wanted some time to themselves and I made friends with that Drew guy it made Drake jealous, and then he pretended to make friends with that Jerry guy just to try to make me jealous. I pretended to be oblivious, but when I saw them getting jealous it secretly made me happy.
What about Drake's obvious attempts to sabotage my relationship with Mindy, or the blatant fear that he showed that day when I told him that Mindy said that she loved me. Not to mention he couldn't even stand being in the same room as her with them insulting each other.
Even, that breakdown in class when he poured his heart out to me in front of everyone that was so obvious for someone like Eric to see that he clearly had feelings for me. But, I was so convinced that he could never like anyone, let alone like me that I let all these obvious clues just pass by me.
Thinking back to the times were I've hugged them, or even the time I kissed him on the lips when he gave me those Oprah tickets. Or, even just feeling happy at times knowing they were jealous of Mindy should have been a big clue to how I felt about them too. But, I always chalked it up to brotherly feelings it's not like I ever had a blood-related sibling to compare it to, but even if I didn't it should have been obvious.
But, I finally understand, and now I just have to think of a way to tell them my feelings. I mean they're running away from me because they can't accept their own feelings, but if I told them that I felt the same way then maybe he'd finally come home.
Of course, there are still the moral implications and our parents to think about, but I'm willing to deal with all of that if Drake was interested in actually being in a relationship with me. I'm willing to fight for my feelings, but if I don't even see them then then how am I supposed to do that in the first place.
My head felt heavy, but I think I had an idea of how to get them here. I just didn't really wanna have to resort to having to ask Megan. In all of this craziness, it's not like I know how she even feels about what's happening. I mean she derives enjoyment from our suffering, does she even want her brother back?
I scooted myself out of the chair ready to take action. I could hear my feet echoing through the empty hallway

which had an eerie feeling to it when you know that everyone's still home. I was feeling nervous standing in front of Megan's door like this I wonder if she'd even wanna talk to me considering that everything is my fault, but when I said that I was ready to take action. I meant that, even if had to drive around to every single house in California I was gonna find Drake and finally bring them home.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the white wooden door. I held my breath for a second waiting to see if they would even answer, but eventually, I exhaled when I heard her voice from the other side of the door, "Who is it?" before I could even answer I heard the door creak open. It's been the first time I really looked at her since everything went down. She looked different it feels like whatever mask she was wearing in the past just faded.
I used to feel a slight sense of fear when I looked at her, but for the first time since I meant her, she looked tiny and frail. Her red puffy eyes told me everything that I needed to know that she missed her brother. I wasn't really sure where to start, "can I come inside?", she seemed to be thinking it over but I didn't really want our parents to overhear what I had to say. If they knew that something was up they might try to stop us. Not that they aren't desperate too, but nobody wanted things to get worse.
Megan didn't really answer she just opened the door gesturing me inside. I felt nervous being in here considering the last time we were in here me and Drake thought we killed her hamster. I shifted nervously as she just stared at me ready for me to say something a slight look of impatience crossing her face, "I... let's make a plan to get Drake back here. I'll do anything that you want me to as payment, but if you could just get them here then I think I can get them to stop leaving...", Megan's face scrunched up, and she looked stressed as she rubbed against the bridge of nose.
She looked doubtful, "Josh, I want them to come back too, but even if I could get them here. What makes you think that they'd actually stay?".
I was afraid of this question, but I wasn't willing to put my feelings out on the table instead opting for a serious look, "I can't tell you that at least not yet, but I need you to trust me...", a silence filled the air between us. Megan looked conflicted biting at the inside of her cheek as she stared me down. I could feel myself start to break into a cold sweat as my pulse skyrocketed each beat ringing in my ears as I waited for her response.
She finally looked away and I could feel the tension leaving my body, "I trust you, but what exactly do you plan to do if we just call them here with our parents still in the house you won't get to say a thing and Drake will just leave again".
I could feel my breathing returning to normal as I tried to put on a slightly more relaxed face, "I thought about that too. I mean I was originally thinking about maybe using my last paycheck to book a room at some nice hotel. I mean with everything that's been happening they could use a night away, and all I really need is just one day. If I told them that I had a plan that might bring Drake back then just maybe they'd agree to do it", I sighed to myself not fully having thought that part out very well.
But, from the look on Megan's face, she didn't seem to think that was a terrible plan. Her face was scrunched up in thought and she just shrugged her shoulders, "It's worth a shot. If that doesn't work out I'll think of something else".
I hesitated to say this next part as I unconsciously tensed up again, "I think that it'd be for the best if you left that night too...".
She didn't exactly seem surprised looking at me with a judgmental stare, "I mean no shit I kinda assumed that when you told me when you said that you couldn't tell me how you were gonna get Drake to stay, but how are we gonna make sure that Drake doesn't just run away when he sees you", I felt myself relax for about the third time today. I could feel all of the energy starting to leave my body, but I was thankful that Megan was more than willing to leave.
I combed my hand through my hair trying to calm myself down, "I honestly didn't think about that, but your right. Do you have any ideas?".

It was a couple days later when we finally had all the details laid out and we were finally ready to put our plan into action. I was standing in our bedroom, it was where Megan told me to be when she made the call. Megan seemed to find out who Drake was with today through some 'connections' that she had. I didn't ask any questions I was just grateful that she could find them at all.
As shitty as it seemed Megan's plan mostly consisted of contacting the girl he was with and pretending that there was an emergency. I was pretty confident in Megan's acting skills even though we were luring Drake here under false pretenses.
I love Drake, but he's a bit absent-minded. I didn't think they'd question the fact that Megan mysteriously knew what girl to call, but I guess with her skills maybe he wouldn't think twice about it anyways. Even if I said hey please come home I have something I need to tell you I don't think he would have come home.
I could feel the rays of sunlight beaming on me through the window. I don't really believe that's why I feel sweaty though. I could feel the anxiety of what I was about to do buzzing throughout my body. My heart was pounding causing a dull ache in my chest. I almost felt shaky and weak as the minutes ticked by hoping that Drake would still show up.
Even if I was confident in Drake's feelings it doesn't exactly mean that they're ready to return them. I could feel doubt scratching at the back of my mind, but I forced myself to stay there. I could feel myself tense up from the loud sound of the front door slamming open. I could already see the patch job we'd have to do later from the hole they just put in the wall.
My pulse was going almost as fast as the footsteps running toward our bedroom. I had so much time to think and prepare for what I wanted to say, and now that Drake's finally headed this way I couldn't think of anything to say.
I didn't have time to think of what I was gonna say first before Drake slammed the bedroom door open. He looked awful he was sweaty and his hair was in disarray. I could hear their labored breathing from all the way over here as they looked at me with wide fearful eyes. But, before Drake could run the door slammed closed behind them.
I could see the panic take them over when they finally connected all the dots. I could hear a whole mix of emotions in his voice the most prominent being fear. His voice already sounded hoarse before he even started yelling and pounding on the door like his life was in danger, "Megan! Open this door right now! You said this was a goddamn emergency! Please!", the desperation in their voice was painful to hear.
I could see Drake's body just dragging across the door as they sank toward the ground. I swear I could see scratch marks on the door from the way they clawed at it earlier. A slight sniffling sound hit my ears as I made my way towards them.
My first instinct was just to act and reach out to them, but they slapped my hand away before I could even touch their shoulder. Drake's angry glare caught me off guard, "Don't touch me!", the way their tears reflected the light hurt me.
I could myself shaking with my own frustration, "Stop! Just hear me out please!", it wasn't my intention to yell at them too. But, my emotions got the better of me.
I could hear the tears in my own voice now, "Why are you so afraid of me? You just left after everything! Do you know how I felt? I felt lonely. I wanted to see you, so badly", I needed to take a pause to calm down after my outburst. I frantically wiped at my own eyes trying not to cry this isn't how I wanted this to go I didn't wanna cry.
They must have been caught off guard cause all the venom seemed to leave Drake's voice, "I don't understand why you're not angry. You should hate me for your own good look at everything I did to you. You cut me out of your life, how was I supposed to go back when I knew how much better it was without me in it. I'm a bad person I...", they trailed off at the end looking down not wanting to meet my gaze.
I think I knew what I wanted to say next. I just wasn't sure how well it'd be taken. Drake seemed terrified I could see their body shaking, and their hands clenched up into fists as they continued to stare at the ground. Drake's hair wasn't neatly trimmed it's grown out quite a bit now and blocked all their facial features from view casting a dark shadow over their face, "Drake just be honest with me, Do you like me? I don't mean as brother either".
I could feel my nervousness buzzing again and my chest tightening while I waited for an answer, "I do... and that's why you should hate me. Your going to do great things in your life things that I'll never measure up to I want you to hate me... I mean I hurt you...", It was a bittersweet feeling to hear those words.
I wasn't sure what I was doing, but now that the earlier panic was gone I couldn't stand to see Drake looking so small and pathetic. I kneeled down and they finally let me hug them I pulled them in close. They smelled sweaty and the stubble on their face tickled at my neck, but I'd been waiting so long for this just to feel their warmth again, "I'm not gonna lie that you did hurt me", I could feel their body tense up when I paused to collect my thoughts, "But, I made a mistake cutting you out of my life. I missed having you around there were so many things that I wish I could have told you about, and so many things I wish I could have shared with you. But, if I didn't do that then I don't think I would have recognized my own feelings. Like isn't enough to

describe how I feel, I love you".
I could hear a bit of doubt in Drake's voice, "You don't understand I don't like you the way that you like me I want to hold you, kiss you, and... touch you".
I separated from them slightly backing up just enough for Drake to raise his head. I wanted to make sure that they heard me this time and understood what I meant, so I gave them a soft flick to the forehead, "I don't think that you understand I said that I love you, and I meant it. You don't think I wanna do the same things?", Drake's expression seemed surprised as he unconsciously grabbed at his forehead.
For the first time today, they met my gaze willingly. I really got a good look at them they looked skinnier than before their cheeks looking gaunt, their hair was longer and slightly greasy looking, and they clearly haven't shaved in a good while, but even though their eyes looked tired with heavy bags under them they also had this look to them. I couldn't place it before, but I finally understood that it was love.
The moment just felt right to make good on my words. I leaned in close and I could feel the warm puffs of air from their nose brushing across my lips, but they pushed me back gently. It felt different from the ones in the past though, and they looked away sheepishly, "I-I... feel dirty from everything, and I wanna take a shower before... anything happens...", even with the hair covering their face I could see the blush spreading over their cheeks.
I put on a conflicted look, "If I let you go, do you promise not to run away? I want you to stay here", I tried my best to convey these emotions and now that everything was out in the open I was hoping that they would actually listen to what I was saying.
For the first time, they really looked at me like they understood, "I promise", I got up from the hardwood floors offering Drake a hand to get up.
I could feel my heart throbbing slightly with the way that they looked at me, "hey", I gestured for them to back away from the door, "We changed the doorknob", I slipped the thin plastic card that Megan gave me out of my pocket. This door latch was slanted making it easy for me to bend the card the opposite way and force the lock back on the door sliding it open with no problem. I'd have to thank Megan later for teaching me how to open the lock.

Now that everything was out in the open there was a whole different type of nervous energy flowing through my body. I tried relaxing against the softness of my bed taking in the feeling of the comforter against my skin as I listen to the pitter-patter of the shower head the sound echoing through the empty halls and into the bedroom.
Images of the last night we happened to see each other flashed through my mind. But, I struggled to tell whether it actually counted as sex or not. I mean there was no penetration, but we did touch each other's dicks... does it really count if they were drunk at the time though? Even now Drake probably wasn't completely sober...
The sudden silence from the shower being turned off interrupted my thoughts. I could hear rummaging sounds from the bathroom my body was buzzing from the anticipation. As nervous as I felt. I was just relieved to finally have Drake home.
A couple more minutes passed it made me wonder what people even did in the bathroom for that long. But, I could be patient I've waited 15 years to kiss a girl I think I could wait a little longer to kiss Drake. It wouldn't even be our first kiss either, but something about the thought just felt different from before.
I could hear a door opening and closing in the distance, and footsteps echoing throughout the hallway towards the bedroom. I could feel my pulse pick up my body stirring with both excitement and apprehension.
When Drake finally entered the room what they were wearing made my heart skip a beat I wasn't expecting it, it wasn't inherently sexy or anything, but just seeing them in one of my long-sleeved tee-shirts felt intimate. I took a moment to appreciate the baggy gray shirt hanging off Drake's frame.
The way I was looking at Drake must have made him self-conscious cause he seemed afraid to meet my gaze instead opting to fidget with the hem of the shirt they were wearing, "I didn't really have any clean laundry, so I had to borrow one of yours hopefully you don't mind", I could hear the nervousness in their voice.
Drake was usually full of confidence, so something about the way that they squirmed under my gaze made my chest burn. I shook my head no cause if I opened my mouth I was afraid I'd tell them how good it looked. I scooted over patting the bed next to me. Nobody was gonna be home until later in the afternoon tomorrow it'll probably be one of those rare chances that we'd have to both sleep in the same bed.
I could hear the springs giving way under Drake's body weight the creaking sound making my pulse skyrocket. I took a deep sigh and turned over we were finally face to face it felt strange to be this close to them. For the second time today, I really got a good look at their face I realized that they pulled most of their now longer hair into a small ponytail some stray stands finding their way back into Drake's face from this position. I took a moment to brush the stray hair out of their face tucking it behind their ear.
I noticed that they shaved to the hollow look to their cheeks entering my vision as I thoughtlessly ran one of my thumbs over their more prominent cheekbones.
I didn't really think about what I was doing till I met Drake's eyes they seemed slightly glazed over a slightly red tint to their cheeks. I suddenly felt self-conscious, and I pulled my hand away, "Wait! Don't stop", their voice caught me off guard with how desperate they sounded. My chest might have been burning since they walked in here, but now that was barely a smolder considering the raging fire that was burning in me now.
Drake grabbed at my hand nuzzling into it I could feel the warmth of their soft skin brushing against my hand, "I felt lonely too the entire time that I was gone. I missed you all the time, so keep spoiling me please", Drake's honest words caught me off guard. My heart felt like it was going crazy, and I'd barely even touched them.
I know it felt cheesy to say it right now but my heart felt so full that I couldn't not say it, "I love you...", I already said it earlier, but I could still feel my heart beating with anticipation waiting for them to say anything.
I could feel them shifting closer Drake's face now buried into my chest and gripping onto my shirt. I could feel them shivering against me their voice wavering with their words, "I love you too", I already knew about their feelings, but hearing it out loud for the first time felt special.
I could feel their heart beating out of their chest while they were pressed up close against me. Maybe, it was a mix of their body warmth and the floral scent of the bath products they used wafting their way up my nose, but I couldn't hold back anymore.
I could feel my own hand trembling with nervousness and excitement as I guided Drake's face to look at mine, "can I kiss you?", I could hear my own voice wavering with all these overwhelming feelings. Drake didn't really answer me they just shook their head giving me the green light. From this position, I could even see their lips trembling. There was a ticklish sensation from their warm breath that ghosted across my lips. The initial contact of their mouth against mine made my lips tingle. The warmth of their soft lips pressing against mine, and a slight wetness coating my lips every time they touched.
Our kissing felt slow and indulgent compared to all the kissing I've seen Drake do this kiss felt different. It wasn't the type of skilled making-out that I've seen them do it was kinda clumsy and slow. I enjoyed this just being close, but I could feel Drake's cold tongue brush across my lips. Clearly, they were asking for permission, so I opened my mouth slowly. I could taste the toothpaste they just used as I let Drake explore the inside of my mouth.
I've made out with people before, but never with someone who actually knew what they were doing. I could feel some of my earlier confidence fade when I questioned my own skills. I think Drake could sense my hesitance as they pulled away, "If your not ready we don't have to make out", they seemed slightly disappointed, but ultimately understanding. They must have thought that they were pushing me too fast cause they unconsciously made some distance between us.
I didn't let them get too far before I pulled them in close again. I've been wanting this for so long now my body was burning up and I wasn't gonna let my confidence ruin the moment, "I was just worried about my lack of experience. I mean for someone who kissed girls all the time I was worried it'd be disappointing".
Drake seemed to gain a little confidence cupping my cheeks and staring straight into my eyes, "I don't think you understand it's not about the skill it's about the pleasure as long as you enjoy yourself I'll enjoy myself too", I could feel their rough hand grabbing mine guiding it towards their shirt. I could feel my hand brushing against the soft fabric of the shirt that they were wearing traveling even lower to the slightly rougher material of the boxers they were wearing underneath.
I could my face heating up when my hand brushed up against their erection. Despite how close we were I didn't even notice it I could see them shivering with each little movement of my hand. As much as I wanted to get carried away I pulled my hand back leaving Drake looking disappointed.
But... I didn't wanna just do these things and have them run away on me again, "I want to do this, but I'm afraid that if do you'll leave again. If we do this I want you to be my boyfriend", maybe this

wasn't the best time to bring it up. But, I felt that if I didn't make myself clear some stupid misunderstanding could tear this all apart.
Drake's face seemed unsure his eyebrows knitting together, "I'm scared too. Why would you even wanna be my boyfriend when all I do is hurt you?".
I was kinda caught off guard by the trembling tone in their voice. I didn't know how to articulate the things that I wanted to say pausing to think for a second, "Conflict is a part of life you can't have a relationship platonic or romantic without it. You're going to hurt me in the future and I'll do the same to you because nobody's perfect. I thought about this for days now about how I felt about you I weighed the pros and cons, and I've made my decision the only thing I need now is your answer".
The look in Drake's eyes seemed more resolute. I knew what their decision was before they even said anything, "I want to be your... boyfriend", they were the first to lean back in resetting the earlier mood by placing gentle kisses on my lips.
After everything was out in the open I felt more confident this time I was the one swiping my tongue across their lips looking for entry, and they were more than happy to oblige. Drake's kisses tasted so sweet it was addicting and I swore it made my head spin.
I was so focused on my lips that I completely forgot that I had hands. I snaked my hands under Drake's tee-shirt I wanted to feel parts of their body that I didn't get to touch the last time we were together. I ran one of my hands along their spine I could feel them shuddering from the ticklish sensation. I worked my hands smoothly across their stomach trailing slowly upwards.
I took a moment to catch my breath a string of saliva from where we were connected hanging between our red and swollen lips, "can I take off your shirt?", Drake nodded and we changed positions as I straddled their waist while trying to pull their shirt off. I wasn't exactly surprised when I saw the array of bruises and hickeys littering their body, but I still felt slightly jealous.
Drake's face seemed remorseful as I traced a pretty prominent one on their neck, but I didn't want them to feel bad it's not like I didn't know what they were doing when they were gone. I leaned down and nipped at the bruised area making Drake's breath hitch instinctively from the slight pain. But, they never asked me to stop I wanted to overwrite all of these strangers from their past making sure to kiss every single hickey I could see.
I feel them writhing underneath me their breathing getting heavier. I lifted my head glancing at their face from underneath me I didn't know that they could look so debauched and defenseless. My eyes scanned over the boxers they were still wearing. The boxers were too baggy and the waistband barely clung to their waist, "these look familiar", I used the lack of waistband resistance to tease them just a bit barely slipping the tips of my fingers underneath.
I was expecting Drake to feel embarrassed, but the way they met my gaze made my heart race. Their eyes were half-lidded and full of lust, "Do you want them back?", their words caught me off guard. I could feel my heart racing from the innuendo trialing my fingers further into forbidden territory hooking my fingers around the waistband.
Drake raised their hips allowing me to pull them off. I could see a thin translucent line of fluids connecting the boxers to the tip of Drake's cock. I could feel my own arousal starting to ache. My jeans starting to become more uncomfortable by the minute.
I traced my hand up their leg slowly teasingly I could hear their breath hitching in their chest when I brushed across Drake's thigh. The resulting shiver filled me with a glaring need, "W-wait", I paused for a second letting Drake catch their breath.
I could feel one of their hands interlocking fingers with mine as we locked eyes, "I want you to fuck me", their words sent waves of arousal through me.
I got up from the bed carefully crawling over Drake the bed springs creaking as I crawled toward my nightstand. I could feel a chill run through me when my foot made contact with the cold hardwood floor. I wasn't gonna waste any time I unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop towards the floor. I fumbled out of my jeans the impatience getting the better of me.
I knew we were gonna need lube if we were gonna do this properly. It's been a while since I've slept with anyone, but I should still have a small bottle of lube from when me and Mindy were dating. I fumbled open the drawer of the nightstand next to my bed. I was starting to feel antsy when I saw how much stuff I just tossed in there.
I searched frantically accidentally knocking stuff all over the floor. Finally, I found that tiny plastic bottle that felt cold in my hands. It's never even been used yet. I crawled back onto the bed in between Drake's legs fumbling with the bottle trying to coat my fingers with the clear gel-like substance.
This was my first time doing anything like this I had an idea of what to do, but it was just an idea. I tentatively touched the puckered hole in front of me rubbing against the outside creases of their anus.
I could feel Drake's body tensing up underneath me from the strange new sensation. Drake's eyes were screwed tightly shut their body not moving. If they were this tense whether I prep or not I was pretty sure it'd be an unpleasant experience.
My other hand that wasn't being used was still slick from the lube. I took the opportunity to slip my hand around Drake's dick my fingers curling around the hard smooth flesh. I could feel their body jolt from the sensation letting out a cute unexpected little gasp. I could see Drake staring at my hand his body writhing as I just lightly rubbed against their cock.
I could see the pre-cum following even though I had barely done anything yet. But, I tried to focus more of my attention on their anus hoping that they were distracted. I could feel the tension around their anus start to dissipate and took that as my cue to try slipping a finger in I took my time trying to be gentle.
I could see a look of discomfort flash across Drake's face and I stopped moving my fingers, "Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?".
Drake seemed slightly worried his voice sounding rough from everything that happened, "Don't stop, It's just a weird sensation it's not painful. I've wanted to do this for a long time, so please don't stop", I didn't know how much longer I could wait everything they've said turning me on like crazy. When the discomfort on their face faded I tried slipping in another finger. I guess they must have been getting used to the sensation of my fingers cause their face started to look like they were almost enjoying the feeling now.
now that I had two fingers I started to search for his prostate. It's times like this that I'm glad I took AP anatomy over astronomy. I could their body jerk when I first made contact with that bundle of nerves a well-deserved hiss leaving their mouth. Even. If they didn't say anything just from the string of dirty sounds leaving their mouth I knew I found the right place.
I could see Drake biting at his hand just like he did the last time trying to muffle the embarrassing sounds they were making. I took the hand that I was using to play with their dick guiding their hand away from their mouth, "Nobodies here, so let me hear everything", they complied as they let their hand fall away.
I could feel my dick throbbing with all the lewd sounds filling the air I think I've reached my limit. I slowly and carefully slipped my fingers out of Drake. A tiny little whine in protest following, "I don't know if I can wait much longer. Do you think you can take me yet, yes or no?".
There wasn't much hesitance from Drake his breathing still ragged, "I'm ready", I pulled down my boxers exposing my dick to the cool air. I squeezed some more lube into my palm trying to coat my dick as bit at the inside of my cheek from the friction.
I could feel my dick throbbing as I lined up with Drake's entrance. I pushed against them slowly, the sensation felt amazing as I felt their asshole squeeze down on my erection. I could see Drake wincing from the unusual feeling, and I stopped for a second, "Joshie", the use of my nickname made my cock throb even harder. It almost didn't feel fair as they locked eyes with me, "Joshie, please don't stop".
Drake reached out leading me closer, "Kiss me", I wasn't going to deny their request when they looked so cute. This kiss felt different from the kissing we did earlier it had all of our desire pent up in it as drool dribbled down the sides of our mouths as our tongues battled for dominance.
I tried moving again the head of my cock completely sliding past the tight ring of flesh. I could feel Drake's arms squeezing tighter around my neck as I carefully inched inside them till I could feel their anus squeezing tightly at the base of my cock. I could feel their warm insides writhing around me as I let them get used to the feeling of my dick inside of them.
But, I waited for what felt like ages each moment was agonizing with how turned on I was, so I moved slowly trying to gauge if they were ready yet. I could feel Drake tensing underneath me his nails digging into my back as I moved slowly. But, they didn't stop me.
I aimed my thrusts at different places trying to look for the same reaction as last time. When I heard a strangled moan leaving their mouth I knew I found the spot I was looking for I could hear them gasping for air as I kept rubbing against their prostate, "W-wait, I c-can't take it. I feel like I'm gonna d-die", I could feel my cock twitching from their words and from the way they squeezed down on me I could tell they were close too.
There was no way I could stop especially with the noises they were making it was just all too much. I could feel myself

picking up speed the sound of my balls slapping against Drake's ass filling the room. I could feel Drake's body arching and shivering underneath me the pooling semen on their stomach dribbling from their body and onto the sheets.
I could feel their hole squeezing even more tightly with their orgasm. I wasn't gonna last much longer when their expression was filled with ecstasy underneath me. I could feel the pressure at the base of my cock my balls were tingling. I wasn't even aware of the noises leaving my own mouth at this point. I tensed up over Drake my own climax approaching as released my seed inside them.
I could feel my own body shaking as I lowered myself down gently on top of Drake. I could feel our hearts pounding away together our clammy skin sticking to each other as I started to go soft. I could feel my cock sliding out of them, but neither of us made any attempt to move.
I could see Drake staring at me their long hair now tousled little strands escaping the ponytail were now sticking to their sweaty face. I carefully brushed the hair out of Drake's face earning me a weird conflicted look filled with both love and sorrow their voice hoarse for so many different reasons, "are we gonna tell Mom and Walter?".
I sighed not really knowing the right answer, "We're not actually related, so I don't really know how they'd feel about it. But, once were in college and out of the house I feel like even if they didn't approve of us they wouldn't really be able to do anything about it. But, what do you want?".
Drake looked contemplative as they bit at the inside of their cheek, "I think I want to wait", they looked at me trying to gauge my reaction.
I let out a sigh of relief having dodged that bullet for now, "I wanna tell them eventually, but I wanna keep our relationship a secret for now", they also let out a sigh of relief their face losing tension.
It was getting kinda hot lying on top of them like this, so I rolled over next to them. I could see the semen on Drake's stomach starting to dry, and that had to feel kinda gross, "I know you just took one, but you wanna take another shower? I need one too if you wanted to join me", Drake didn't really answer me they just nodded.
I noticed how heavy my own body felt just trying to sit up. I could only imagine how Drake feels with the dark bags under their eyes. I offered them a hand once I was standing. I could see the tiredness in their face their eyes looking heavy as I helped them sit up. I could see a wince flashing across their face with their movements a little hiss escaping their mouth as they shakily stood up.
From the way their hand rested on their lower back, I could tell that they were hurting. Drake's face seemed slightly displeased as they gazed at mine their cheek filling up with air before they let out a sigh, "I'm gonna be fine, so don't make a face like that anymore", I could feel them squeezing reassuringly against the hand that I haven't let go of yet.
I didn't even realize that I was making a face like that and made an effort to smile, "You're right, I should be happier. I mean your finally home", there was so much more to feel grateful for, but I couldn't find the words to articulate it as I wrapped my arms around them. Just being close like this filled me with a plethora of emotions and I could feel them trying to fight their way out of me, but the only thing I could think of saying was, "I love you".

The next few days after everything were a little rough considering Drake not only had to deal with withdrawal symptoms but also had to reconcile with our parents. I expected his mom to be livid when he was finally home, but she took this a lot better than I thought she would. All she asked for was for me to leave the room giving her and Drake some privacy to talk.
I don't know what it is that they talked about, but considering Drake was laid up in bed with a fever and holding on to my wastebasket for dear life. It wasn't a really long one. Nobody raised their voices, and nobody seemed to hold any hostility. It's not like all of our problems have been solved or anything, but them being home is at least a start.
It took about two days of Drake being laid up in bed before they could start eating again. Besides the occasional times that they dragged themselves to the bathroom. I could also see them walking around more.
By day three it felt like everything was almost back to normal. Except, for the fact that it wasn't. Things between me and Drake have changed.

I could feel myself sinking into the plushness of the couch. My eyes focused on the television. I was fully immersed in some polar bear documentary on the nature channel. How could I not be moved by the harrowing journey of this little cub as it traverses the unforgiving snowscape around it with no mother?
I was fully engrossed and drawn into the TV I didn't even realize it when I started leaning forward. A playful voice pulled me out of the story, "If you keep staring like that you're gonna make me jealous", I could see the playful smirk on Drake's face.
It's been a while since we played together like this playfully teasing them back, "You should be. You could only hope to be as cute as Frost", sending them a playful smirk of my own.
I saw Drake trying to be nonchalant about checking out the TV screen their face looking slightly confused, "you mean the polar bear?".
I couldn't hold back a slight laugh from the jealous look on their face, "Yes, the polar bear", I couldn't stop the smile on my face. After everything that happened, I was just so glad to be able to joke like this with Drake again.
The look they gave me caught me off guard. I've never seen them make that kind of love-struck expression with any of the girls they dated in the past, but every time I saw it, it never failed to make my heart race. We locked eyes and I could see them leaning closer the light from the windows highlighting their long eyelashes. The way the light reflected off their lips made my chest burn. I could feel their long hair ticking my neck as their warm breath ghosted over my ear.
Tiny shivers worked their way down my spine from the amorous tone they whispered in, "I think I can be cuter", I could feel my face heating up from the proximity little wafts of their cologne making their way up my nose.
I could feel my thoughts racing. The one predominant thought being that I wish that they'd kiss me, but I pushed them away gently. My voice still a little shaky from my racing heart, "Megan's still here. We need to be careful", At times like this I wish I would have been honest with her about my feelings.
Especially, when I see Drake pulling away with a slightly pouty look on their face. Their childish expressions only seemed cuter after we started dating.
I could hear the thud when they plopped down next to me on the couch, "care if I join you", honestly I was a little happy they took an interest in the show that I was watching usually we'd be arguing by now about what channel to watch and wrestling for the remote.
I shook my head, "No, I don't mind".
All of their earlier actions were still stuck in my mind, and even though I was so invested in little Frost's journey before I could feel my attention being drawn back to Drake. From the way we occasionally made eye contact, I could tell I was on their mind too. We were finally together, but they felt so far away.
I could feel something soft drape over my lap Drake seemed to huddle closer underneath the plush blanket they put on top of us. I looked at them inquisitively my eyebrow arching, "You seemed cold" Before I could say anything I could feel their rough fingers circling around mine. At least with the blanket, nobody could see us holding hands.