I do not own Drake & Josh or any of the characters.

Unlike Book 1 which was released all at once, the chapters for this installment will be published weekly (give or take)

Chapters with X content will be marked with 'X'

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This is a sequel to Can I Tell You Something? (Book 1): While the plot in this sequel is fairly non-existent and simple enough to follow without reading the first one, there will be some references layered in from Book 1. (So no one is confused: It is established in Book 1 that Megan knows about Drake and Josh's secret relationship).

I am working on Book 3 which will have more drama and a thicker plot in the wake of a near-death experience that strikes the two and threatens to tear their relationship apart. There is a lot to unpack in terms of character development that will build upon Books 1 & 2. I will make a chapter update here to announce the release of Book 3 to any followers of Book 2.

Last note: Lube does not exist in this fictional universe; saliva is sufficient lubrication for everything.

OCTOBER:

With one shoulder pinned against the door, Drake clumsily turned the lock with a loud rattle of the handle. His heart was fluttering in his chest. Directly in front of him was the sound of wrinkling dress-suit material just as he felt a hand touch his cheek. A light from a distant bedside lamp revealed detail. Josh was mere inches from him, and his blue eyes were flickering down intently. Fixated on his lips.

They had just returned from the high-end restaurant, Le Petit Fromage, where he and Josh confessed their feelings for each other and shared their first kiss earlier that same night. The truth was all out now; he and his step-brother had feelings for each other. And with it being their senior year of high school, Drake's thoughts were racing with new possibilities. Possibilities of a future with Josh. It was almost unreal. Thrilling and exciting. Now he and Josh were in their shared bedroom, and they were alone for the night.

Josh tilted his head downwards as Drake felt fingers graze through the roots of his hair. Closing his eyes and holding an anticipated breath, Drake felt soft lips brush against his just before they went still.

"God, you look so sexy in that suit," Josh whispered over his lips.

Drake let out a tiny, stunned breath as he fluttered his eyes open. Suddenly, it was like his hands took on a life of their own. He gripped Josh by the front of his shirt.

"Drake—?"

"Oh Josh, just kiss me already."

Wasting no time, Drake yanked him forward, and their lips pressed.

It was like igniting a fire. Josh's fingers tensed in Drake's hair, gripping and urging further pressure as their mouths melted into each other. All of Drake's breathless anticipation escaped through his nose, feeling himself going dizzy as Josh deepened their lip-lock.

Drake felt desire coursing through his fingertips so madly that they were trembling. He flung his hands down to the buttons of Josh's jacket and swung it open like curtains, darting his hands underneath and yearning to feel him through the stiffened starchy material of his dress shirt.

With hands also trembling, Josh unfastened Drake's jacket and pulled it back, exposing the shoulders of his wine-colored dress shirt. Drake welcomed it. He was sweating. If it had not been for the dim lighting in the room, he would have been self-conscious that Josh would notice the darkened spots of his perspiration. He didn't want it to ruin the mood. Now feeling the relief of his body heat cooling off his shoulders, he let go of Josh to let his jacket slip down, falling by the sleeves until it spilled to the floor.

Drake had to tilt his head upwards as they kissed, Josh being slightly taller than him. He was a thicker, more muscular build than Drake was, but if there was ever a question about who's lips felt the most gentle, it was Josh's. And it was in a good way. Drake had never kissed anyone that made him feel that way before; overwhelmingly feeling desired yet safe and protected at the same time.

Tugging Drake closer by his lower back, Josh opened his jaw slightly. Drake felt Josh's tongue begin to have larger presence in his mouth, twisting with his. Drake let out a deep breath through his nostrils, enjoying how unbelievably intimate it was. Josh felt amazing in every way. And as their tongues got bolder in their movements, beginning to carve into each other, Drake felt his desire only mounting. He was sweating again. He knew; more than his jacket would need to come off.

Drake started working at the buttons on Josh's shirt, urgency building as each button became increasingly slippery, jumping from his reddened, pinching fingers like popping cinders. Josh mirrored his urgency, his tongue pulling out as his lips narrowed onto Drake's lower one. Gently, Josh bit his lip, panting hotly against his teeth as he hurriedly unbuttoned Drake's shirt. Things had become so aggressive now that all they could hear above the sounds of their kissing was shifting fabric, one button popping to the hardwood floor like crackling firewood. With just three buttons of Drake's shirt left, Josh tore off his own jacket before reaching forward and yanking part of Drake's shirt back, exposing the bareness of one shoulder; highlights of sweat glinted in its movement. Drake's chest was heaving up and down. It was like the glint of his sweating skin could be seen in the reflection of Josh's eyes. He was heated, and Drake was all he could see anymore. He leaned in and kissed Drake by his ear, slowly moving down his neck.

Drake closed his eyes, goosebumps prickling his forearm as he clenched a hand to Josh's hair, sounding almost out of breath. "I'm sorry I'm… so sweaty."

"I don't fucking care, come here," Josh breathed, grabbing his face again and locking tongues.

When he felt Josh's hand slip under his shirt, pushing more of the fabric away from his shoulder, Drake's head started spinning like he was dizzy. Neither of them had ever touched each other's bodies this way before. The newness of it felt like it was thrusting Drake's awareness into a heightened state, hyperaware of every detail, every sensation. And in this heightened state, Drake found himself only able to focus on one thing; His pants were tight. He had a massive erection, and it was only getting harder by the minute.

Drake frantically finished the buttons of Josh's shirt. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his pants on. Not that the tightness wasn't insanely pleasurable, but it was also beginning to be slightly uncomfortable.

Josh tore off his own shirt, deftly freeing himself of the sleeves before flinging his hands back and finally freeing Drake of his last three buttons. With his shirt dropped just off his shoulders, Josh felt him. His strong hands moved along Drake's ribcage and chest, sweat slicking under his touch before he helped Drake yank off his shirt the rest of the way. Now both naked above the belt line, Drake felt his heart thumping. Deep and slow, its cadence thudded in his ears like drums as he watched Josh, almost in slow motion, envelope his body around him. Drake's pupils enlarged. Adrenalin flexed into his muscles. To him, as his body compressed against Josh's in the embrace, their bare skin against one another somehow felt as intimate as lips pressing. Except it was everywhere, amplified ten-fold, and it was like nothing Drake had ever felt before.

The door made a sudden, wooden thud. Drake didn't realized what was happening that caused them to accidentally nudge the door. All he knew was that he felt his feet swing upwards, his skin suddenly in cold air as the room spun around him. He hung onto Josh by the neck, folding his legs around him, right before the ceiling flipped up in front of his eyes and a mattress bounced against his back. Then the mattress dipped in a slope like it was a receding wave drawing him out to sea. Josh was getting on top of him.

He bit Drake's lip again, feeling himself begin to lose control as he hurriedly kicked his shoes off. "I can't believe you're in my fucking bed right now," he panted, knees pinned on either side of him.

"I know." Drake grasped his face like it was air supply, his own shoes knocking to the floor.

The coils of the mattress springs groaned as they continued making out with each other. Hair sweaty around his face, Drake came up for air as Josh started kissing him with hot breath in his neck, sending every hair on Drake's body prickling on end in pleasure of it.

A moment later, he felt Josh's lips tensing up just before they parted from his skin slightly. "Is this okay?" he whispered in his ear. "It's just... kind of starting to hurt a little."

Drake did not know what he was referring to until he heard the sound of an opening belt buckle as Josh straightened up. A long glint unsheathed as Josh pulled out the entire length of his belt. Drake stared, somehow feeling even more hard. Then, Josh cursed under his breath and got up. Drake gasped as the mattress jerked upwards, his pupils flickering back to normal size. Facing away from him, Josh unzipped himself. Following the exact motion of his pants, Drake's eyes dropped like transfixed target seekers, watching them as they fell to the floor.

The bedside lamp was fairly bright, illuminating Josh. He was only wearing boxer briefs now. Drake was both nervous to allow his eyes to look but yearning to at the same time. Never in his life had he been able to look at Josh so freely before. But just before he was about to let his eyes explore, he shyly turned his face away, suddenly having a concerned thought that perhaps Josh would be nervous about him looking.

Only allowing himself to watch from his peripheral vision, he saw Josh open a drawer and slip on a pair of pajama pants. Feeling it was okay now that he was modest below the waist again, Drake looked up as he came back to the bed.

"Did you want to take yours off?" Josh asked.

Drake stared. It took him a moment to realize that Josh was holding out another pair of pajamas to him. He suddenly remembered the tightness in his pants and eagerly accepted them, just now becoming aware that his erection had gradually become so uncomfortable that he thought the stitching in his pants was going to tear. Face burning, he startled unbuckling his pants, feeling a bit exposed in the light but too nervous to say anything.

Watching him for a second, a smile tugging faintly, Josh flickered his eyes away and clicked off the bedside lamp.

Adjusting his eyes to the dark, Drake heard the covers of the bed being moved around.

Now feeling relaxed in the privacy of darkness, Drake finished unfastening his pants and slipped them off. The release of the restrictive fabric felt amazing as he put on the loose pajama bottoms. Taking a big sigh of relief, he felt around the dark until a pair of gentle hands dragged him under the covers.

A hand on the side of his face, Drake felt lips press against his, tongues teasing as their arms slowly curled their bodies closer, Drake's knees bending slightly in between Josh's.

Their erections hovered with a few-inch gap between them as they made-out well into the night, the hours eventually progressing until sleep overtook Drake first.

Josh lifted the covers over him a bit more, taking an extra minute to caress the hair from his face.

His erection having gone away for some time after Drake had fallen asleep, he felt himself growing again. It was not the first time it had come back. He and Drake had only kissed, but neither of them acted on their erections. Blinking away from him, Josh sat himself up and adjusted his pants before sneaking out of bed, in mind to head to the bathroom and take care of things. He would not be able to sleep otherwise.

While he was gone, Drake's outstretched hands twitched faintly in his sleep. He was dreaming about Josh giving him flowers and taking him to go somewhere. Perhaps on a nice date. In the dream, he and Josh were holding hands.

After a few minutes, gentle fingers slipped under the palm of Drake's hand.

Josh had returned from the bathroom. Laying down next to him, his blue eyes blinked slowly, the reflection in them only of Drake's image as he snored softly beside him. Rolling his eyes drolly, he reached an arm around him and pulled him close, Drake's hair tickling his neck as he closed his eyes to sleep too.