TWO MONTHS LATER:

Pinning Drake's hand down with sweating, interlocking fingers, Josh firmly pressed his clothed hardness against Drake's.

They were on Drake's loft bed this time. Drake eagerly accepted him with fingers grazing the roots of his hair, introducing tongue. They tousled and grabbed at each other's shirts, Drake now rolling himself on top and Josh placing his hands at Drake's hips. Flinging their shirts to the floor, their backs were bare as they wrapped their arms around each other, feeling skin-on-skin, arm hairs prickling with absolute desire.

Josh then flipped Drake on his back with a gentle bounce on the springy mattress, Drake's moan muffling through their kiss. Keeping their lips locked, Josh clumsily shut off Drake's bedside lamp, knocking over his alarm clock as he did though neither of them appeared to notice or care. In the dark now, as their lips parted, Drake let out another moan, this time much louder. Josh tried to quiet him with an extra peck before moving his mouth down Drake's neck, sucking and breathing hotly behind his ear.

Drake felt himself growing in his pants. With one arm hooked around Josh's neck, Drake moved his other hand to grab himself. Neither of them were wearing boxer briefs underneath their pajamas. He was so hard it felt identical to an iron rod beneath the cloth, the fabric so thin that he could even feel the veiny texture of his erection. Nestled and pushing next to his, Josh's was in very much an identical state, also concealed beneath thin pajamas.

The pressure of their hardness against one another was causing them both to writhe with pleasure, sending a faint trembling to their desiring hands as they increasingly and frantically explored one another.

The sounds were becoming intense. Sucking, moaning, and panting. Drake felt like he was going to lose his mind. He tugged down his pants, his appendage starting to emerge. As he continued feeling himself, the back of his hand brushed against Josh's hardness too. Pure urge flexed in Drake's fingers, desiring to touch Josh there. But as his cheeks started to redden, he shyly kept his hand away.

Drake had no idea that Josh was keenly aware of his apprehensive hand. Only known to Josh, Josh's own hand that had been holding Drake at the hip kept trying to move, desiring to touch him down there too; it would hover slightly and drift towards the front of Drake's pelvis, but then tentatively retreat back to his hip, shakily finding its original hold like a timid feather landing.

Drake brought his hand up to Josh's face as their kiss separated with a wet pop.

Josh's face changed when he noticed Drake's hand trembling faintly against his cheek. "Drake, what's up?"

"… Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

Drake swallowed, suddenly looking nervous. "Never mind."

Josh held his caressing hand. "Well, let's make sure to tell each other everything from now on," he said. "I don't want this to be a sequel."

"Sequel." He tried to scoff. "That would be dumb."

"So dumb." Josh leaned in, not even knowing what he was saying.

"Yeah…" Drake focused intently on his approaching lips.

Josh closed his eyes and pressed firmly into a tender kiss, Drake closing his eyes too. It was sweet. As Josh pulled back, Drake locked his fingers behind his neck and uttered in a tiny breath, without even thinking;

"I love you."

Josh froze.

Right after it came out, Drake felt his breath choke in his throat, paling as though he truly couldn't breathe from it. Even he was not expecting the words to come out of his own mouth.

Josh was struggling to unfreeze, his face paling too. "I-I… Uh…"

Drake broke his gaze, looking around as if searching for an exit. "Come on, man, it's getting late," he said, rotating his hips to prompt Josh to get off of him. But when his efforts were only met with an unmoving weight, Drake puzzledly looked back at him.

It was at this moment that a shift seemed to happen behind Josh's eyes. Under the moonlight pouring in from the windows, Josh's blue eyes looked as though they were absorbing him into two oceans impossibly deep. Blinking away, Josh adjusted himself, the mattress tossing in waves as he pinned his knees on either side, Drake's legs now in between his. The curves of his muscular arms moved as though in liquid moonlight, a large hand sinking into the bed beside Drake's head.

Without words, he leaned in and kissed Drake again, about to do something that Drake was not expecting. He only realized it once it was already there. Josh's other, unseen hand; brushing his erection, and then adding slight, cupping pressure.

Josh parted from his lips again. "Is this okay?" he asked.

Drake's cheeks were burning so much he was convinced Josh would be able to see them glowing red in the dark. "Y-Yeah."

Josh's breath brushed over his lips. "Just tell me if you're okay." He pulled Drake's pants down a little more, stopping when half his length was uncovered. As they gazed with noses brushing, Drake knew they were thinking the same thing.

They had never seen each other naked before.

Drake put his hands on the hem of Josh's pants too, but the quaking in his fingertips prevented him from pulling on them. "Josh," he finally said, swallowing his courage. "You're my first."

Josh made no visible reaction, as though the news was unsurprising.

"I just… wanted you to know that," Drake said.

Only communicating through his eyes, Josh silently encouraged Drake to look at him, his gaze holding him as reassuring as a holding hand.

"That's okay, Drake," he said, the ocean in his eyes finding calmness. "You're my first too."

Lost in his calmness, Drake dazilly stared as Josh pressed his lips to his again. Josh then opened his jaw slightly, into a kiss that was soft and intimate. Slow and savoring. Drake's eyes fluttered closed. Sensing Drake's body begin to relax beneath him, Josh curled his fingers at the hem of Drake's pants again. Gently, he tugged, and they noiselessly slipped to Drake's ankles.

With their eyes still closed, Drake slipped Josh's pants down just a little. Josh knew he would have to break from the kiss to get them fully off, but that would mean opening his eyes. He felt himself swelling with desire, the full reality coming to him now; Drake was underneath him. And he was naked.

He slowly opened his eyes, parting from the kiss just an inch. He then pulled back more. His eyes looked upon Drake's body, bare and trusting beneath him. Slender and muscular. Then his eyes crept lower, taking in the sight of his penis for the first time. Josh looked like his brain short-circuited for a second, unsure how to process it. It was overwhelming. All he could comprehend in that moment was that it was hard. But it wasn't just hard, he realized. It was hard for him.

The circuits reconnecting, Josh reached for Drake's ankles and finished tugging off his pants. Then, one leg at a time, he took off his own pants and calmly tossed them aside. Drake's eyes looked like they were absorbing him as he undressed, taking in every detail. After a silent minute of their eyes exploring their nakedness, their gazes slowly fixed back on one other.

Saying nothing, Josh's forearms pressed into the mattress on either side of Drake's shoulders. Their bodies came together in the most deep and intimate way imaginable, pressing the entirety of their warm and sweating nakedness together, their knees bending slightly in reciprocation of the other. Letting long breaths escape them, echoing the otherwise quiet room, Josh felt himself swelling even more.

He propped himself back up at the same instant that Drake grabbed him by the face, their lips melting into each other. Josh moaned, getting aggressive with the kiss as he felt down between Drake's legs.

Feeling a finger put slight pressure against his entrance, Drake flinched. Josh moved his hand away from it, to the inside of his thigh as though to help ease him for a moment. He used this time to add a bit of saliva to his fingers before going back down. His hand was not the timid feather it had been only minutes ago.

Josh pressed in. With a gliding finger, he began to loosen him, Drake relaxing in his touch. By the time Josh was twisting in a second finger, Drake's kissing was becoming increasingly desperate and incoherent as he was experiencing the new sensations entering him.

As he worked a third finger inside, Josh couldn't take it anymore. He rubbed himself, spitting to prepare it. Grunting, he lifted Drake's thighs and nudged his pelvis towards his entrance. Feeling his tip around the outside, the warm wetness caused a small moan of anticipation to escape Josh. Biting his own lip, he entered the tip, checking Drake's expression. Drake stirred at the insertion, his hands whipping up to clench Josh's arms, the cords in his neck flexing as he threw his face back to the ceiling. Remaining calm, Josh intently returned his focus on his length and slid himself in another inch.

Drake arched his back a little, his abdomen expanding into Josh's palm.

Josh opened his mouth to ask a question, but Drake provided the answer in a little pant before he needed to; "I'm okay."

Nodding with the reassurance, Josh gripped him. His piercing exhale whisked hair from Drake's face as he pushed, in one slow motion, the completion his length. This time, entirely. Deeply. Drake gasped underneath him, his brown eyes suddenly snapping onto him. On his face was a look Josh had never seen him make before. For a split second, less than the time it would take to even flinch, Drake almost looked like he was scared.

Concerned, Josh felt himself starting to freeze up, limb by limb. "A-Are you okay?"

Blinking the initial shock from his eyes, Drake found an unexpected calmness just as he began to realize that Josh was freezing up. Josh barely even noticed when Drake locked his fingers behind his neck. For a second, as Drake was pulling him down, Josh was unsure what he was trying to do until he felt Drake's lips press against his ear like he was about to whisper a secret to him.

Drake was smiling. He could hear it.

"Josh, I'm fine," he said. "Just go ahead."

Josh's penis seemed to grasp what was happening before he did. He suddenly got harder inside of Drake, Drake whimpering a little in response to it.

Josh unfroze immediately. Feeling desire rushing south, Josh slowly drew himself out, and then gently in again, Drake arching his back with the motion. Josh almost quivered. He could not believe how good Drake felt. He leaned into Drake's legs which were against his chest, his forearms sinking into the mattress again. Keeping his movements small and controlled, he started thrusting. The new sounds escaping them filled the room. Sounds neither of them had ever heard the other make before. Drake's face was only inches from him, moving with him as Josh steadily kept going, making sure his thrusting was not too aggressive. He wasn't sure how hard he could go without it being painful.

Drake sunk his nails into his back, his moans starting to sound desperate. The more bold Josh got with the thrusting, the tighter their bodies began to coil around each other. After a minute, the bed started creaking slightly, Josh breathing laboriously as he felt the beginnings of a climax.

In his ear, Drake let out small, jerking breaths in their motion. "Josh, I th-think I'm…"

Drake let out a moan that could have almost been mistaken for pain. The sound of him doing this shot Josh himself straight into the height of his climax. Their mouths frantically found each other, tongues twisting as their bodies stiffened, Josh's arms flexing around him and feeling a most incredible surge to his pelvis. Suddenly, like the breath was being squeezed out of him from deep inside his chest, a powerful moan escaped Josh's lips. A moment later, his penis throbbing, he felt himself exploding, deep inside of Drake. Panting, he bit Drake's lip as Drake let out a moan, followed by the sensation of a powerful splatter of something warm hitting Josh below the jaw; Drake came too.

As they stilled, their breaths were piercing and heaving. Shakily, Josh pulled himself out, Drake wincing as he lowered his legs. They laid down next to each other, both of them staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths. Drake's chest was still rising and falling as he looked at him. Josh returned a similarly breathless gaze, laying in silence with him for what felt like several minutes. Between them, Drake's hand twitched against his. Josh responded by slipping his fingers into Drake's. An interlocking hold.

It must have been a couple hours later when their interlocked hands moved again. Drake awoke. He felt his appendage hardening again, throbbing so much it had taken him out of sleep. As their hands parted and he looked over, he realized Josh was already awake.

Drake's eyes dropped down, realizing Josh was also hard again.

Admiring him through his peripheral vision, Josh said, "Are you awake too?"

Drake glanced up at some shelves hanging above the bed, and a small smile hid in his eyes. It was warm, not mischievous.

Like they were anticipating each other, they slowly turned to one another, their hard penises sticking out and bumping. Scooting closer, Josh put a hand on Drake's bare ass cheek and brought their pelvises together, their erections enjoying the pressure.

Drake propped himself up slightly, reaching a hand around to feel for Josh's entrance.

"Is this okay?" Drake whispered, looking down at him.

Josh almost laughed as he warmly caressed a strand of hair from his face. "Yes, Drake. It's okay."

Leaning down for a kiss, Drake could not help but smile a little.

As he worked his first finger inside to loosen him, Drake took his time. Periodically, he removed his fingers and brushed his hand along Josh's back and other places to help him relax. He knew Josh was a little more nervous about new things than he was. But pretty quickly, as he was able to return and slowly add more fingers inside, Drake felt him begin to give into his touch, little moans escaping him.

"Okay," Drake said. He kissed Josh's cheek before instructing him to stand on the bed with him.

Once up, Josh felt Drake's warmth envelop him from behind just before a voice whispered in his ear and said, "Grab on there."

Unsure what he meant, Josh felt hands caress down his arms and guide his hands to the shelves, which were about chest-level.

Drake's eyes flickered, admiring him from behind. He then felt himself and spit in his hand.

"Just let me know if you're okay this time," Drake said in a humored tone, hoping to help him relax as his free hand gently handled Josh's hips, urging a slight bend in his knees.

Josh felt humor lifting at one corner of his mouth, though it seemed he was trying to stifle it.

Taking a deep breath, Drake felt his tip against the entrance. Bracing himself by holding Josh's shoulder, he nudged inside a little. Josh's hands tensed on the shelves.

"How's that?" Drake asked with calm control, his focus intently fixated on the entrance.

"F-fine."

Drake's jaw clenched as he slid in a bit further, now looking at Josh to try and gauge a reaction. Grunting a bit, he said, "How's that?"

"Good."

Drake's brow twitched upwards faintly, mildly impressed. Feeling it was okay, he wrapped his hands around Josh's front and then, gingerly, guided himself almost all the way in. Almost.

Josh let out a gasp as Drake held onto him.

"God, you have no idea how badly I've been wanting to do this," Drake said.

Sensing Josh relax again, he gently thrust in the last of his length, now all the way deep. Josh stiffed with another gasp.

In a tiny motion, Drake drew himself out just an inch and then thrust in again, very gingerly and not trying to go too deep. Still inside him, Drake positioned them closer to the shelves and gripped a sweating hand to Josh's shoulder, his other still guiding him at the hips.

Sucking in and biting his own bottom lip, Drake drew out and thrust in again, the motion slightly bigger this time. A moan tore out of Josh before he abruptly quieted again.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Josh panted, sweat dripping down his face.

Beginning slow, Drake started thrusting with controlled depth. Sharp breaths were soon escaping him, his fingers squeezing tighter at Josh's hip. He barely noticed that his thrusting, small and timid at first, was gradually becoming deeper and faster.

Josh moaned as desire started coursing through Drake's veins, the repeated thrusts beginning to send faint tremors into the shelf on the wall. Magazines leaned and trinkets rattled. They both moaned with every heave of their bodies colliding.

Josh's legs had started to tremble by the time Drake sensed an approaching climax. Not wanting to go too hard, he pulled out his glistening length. Like it was frantic, he rubbed his hardness once it was out, tightening his arm across the front of Josh's abdomen and chest, taking in the pleasure of their naked bodies pressed against each other.

Josh felt the graze of Drake's knuckles rubbing behind him. Grabbing his arm, Josh turned to face him, Drake still eagerly rubbing as Josh got to his knees.

Drake watched him, letting out a desperate sound as if purely the sight of Josh getting on his knees was the source of his pleasure. As he rubbed, his shaking tip hit lightly against Josh's chin and closed mouth, precum sticking slightly.

Opening his mouth slowly, Josh slid his lips over his tip as Drake kept rubbing himself. Then, he abruptly gripped Josh by his hair, breathlessly clenching up as his whole body felt a swelling climax.

He rubbed closer to his base as he inserted himself into Josh's mouth halfway. The sensation of his tongue quivering and moving around him was too much. Drake exhaled, almost whimpering, and shoved himself in. Josh gagged, his throat swallowing on him pleasurably just as he felt himself squirting. Drake's chest heaved, taking in the unbelievable sight, an orgasm escaping his lips.

After a few grunts, Drake pulled himself out and kneeled down to meet Josh's lips, tasting the wetness upon them. The rest, Josh had swallowed. Then, kissing Josh at the neck, Drake used his bodyweight to push him down onto the bed.

Josh let out a little stunned breath on his landing as Drake took Josh's hardness and balls into his hands and started jerking him off. Josh stiffened, watching Drake for a second before arching himself back a little. He must have been on the verge of a climax already because he almost immediately ejaculated, exploding across Drake's chest.

Looking weak, Josh wrapped his arms around him after he came. They were both covered with cum. Laying on top of him, Drake reached for some tissues on his bedside table and the two helped wipe each other off.

Soon, they were settling themselves under the covers. Like a gentle, urging current of an ocean, Josh dragged Drake towards him into a spooning embrace. Feeling his warmth around him, Drake smiled a little as he rested his head on his arm, his smile only fading much later when sleep finally overtook him.