The next night, Josh was putting some clothes away when, from behind, he heard the click of their bedroom door locking.

He smiled just before Drake folded his arms around the front of his chest. Saying nothing, Josh turned around and, with an affectionate tug at the elastic of his pants, pulled him close.

They were on Josh's side of the room now, next to Josh's bed. Drake bit his lip, using his body to push him down on the mattress.

With Drake on top of him, they quietly looked into each other's eyes. Josh smiled as he caressed Drake up his arm, feeling behind his shoulder blade, and down his side until his hand rested at his waist. Drake's eyes flickered warm and gold, reflecting like Tiger's Eye gemstone whenever he would move them. Josh found them entrancing. Exhaling into the crisp night air, Josh lifted a hand to Drake's face, brushing his thumb across his cheek.

"I keep thinking about last night," Josh said.

"Oh, do you?" Drake's cheek lifted slightly under his thumb, the corner of a smirk inching under his palm.

Josh's eyes lowered to his lips just before Drake leaned in for a kiss. It was gentle at first before steadily deepening, their jaws opening slightly and letting little flicks of tongue tease each other.

Parting for a second, Drake said, "You know, you're a really good kisser."

"Am I?" Josh felt himself getting hard under Drake's weight resting on top of him, admiring him as Drake started tugging at the front of his shirt.

Just as they were about to kiss again, a tremendous crash shattered the serenity of the room. His entire body jolting, Drake snapped his eyes over to the source of the sound. It was from above the loft bed. In the dark, he could see the shelving had fallen.

They gripped their eyes on each other as they heard rushing footsteps getting louder from the hallway.

Drake leaped off of him, his heart hammering in his chest. Thank god they were still clothed. Thank god they were still clothed. His thoughts pounded in his skull.

Walter's concerned, muffled voice sounded from outside the door. "Boys, are you both alright?" His deep voice bounced off the door.

Just as Drake was about to go unlock the door, it burst open on its own.

For a moment, he stared disbelievingly. The door. The door that was most-definitely locked; it opened?

Josh, jumping into the same thought with him, scrambled off the bed just before Walter snapped the lights on.

"What is going on in here?" said Audrey, looking around wildly. "We-We heard a huge crash."

Drake felt a large hand tighten like a vice grip on his shoulder from behind. He swallowed, suddenly becoming keenly aware that there was something hard and pointed pressing against his lower back.

"Don't move," Josh whispered in his ear.

Drake paled. There was no hiding the petrified look on his face.

Walter looked to the two of them. "Boys, what happened?"

If it was possible, the grip on Drake's shoulder became even tighter.

Josh's stammering breath kicked past his ear. "Th-the shelf. Drake's shelf fell down."

Audrey's pajamas wrinkled as she held a hand to her chest, seemingly struggling to absorb the information. "Well how did it even fall down?"

"I-I don't know." Drake's voice cracked, shrugging his shoulders like it could somehow hide him. "W-We were just sleeping and it completely fell down out of nowhere."

"Oh my god, Drake, are you hurt?" asked Audrey.

"N-No, I'm fine."

Walter's mouth clenched into a thin line as he looked past them and at the shelf, as though he was already planning what tools he would have to bring tomorrow to fix it.

Audrey looked unsure, like she feared the falling shelf was an indication that something else was going to fall down at any moment. "Well, okay," she said cautiously. "Uh, Drake, I'll get you some pillows. You'll have to sleep on the couch tonight."

"And I'll fix the shelf tomorrow," Walter said as Audrey departed. "Otherwise, are you boys alright?"

The two nodded "yeah" and "we're fine" as Audrey returned with pillows and a blanket and handed them to Drake.

"Alright well, we'll see you boys tomorrow," Walter said as they left, shutting the door behind them.

Once they were gone, Drake felt the color returning to his face as Josh's hand spun him around.

"Drake, what happened? Didn't you lock the door?"

"I... I don't know," he said, looking off to the side as he thought for a second. "I mean, I could have sworn I did."

Josh frowned, glancing at the door. "I thought you did too," he said after a minute, letting go of him as he walked over and turned the lock back and forth, his frown flinching deeper. "I don't get it."

Drake tried to sound optimistic. "It's okay, maybe I just forgot," he offered.

Josh didn't seem to hear him. His brows furrowed as he studied the door before looking at him over his shoulder. "Here, I'm gonna go outside. Try and lock the door behind me."

Giving a strange look, Drake went over as Josh went into the hallway and shut himself outside the door. Sighing like it was a dumb idea, Drake looked down and turned the lock.

"Okay, I locked it," he said. "Now try to get in."

Josh turned the knob, and the door opened immediately.

Eyes popping out of him in shock, Drake looked extremely troubled as the realization came over him. "Wait, you're telling me we've been… doing things in here. A-And we never had the door locked?"

"I guess." Josh shut the door, looking more angry than he was troubled.

Heading for the couch and swallowing his fear, he set the blankets down and looked back over, noticing that Josh was silently pacing with his hand grabbed up in his hair. Drake softened. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Okay?" He whirled around like the question personally offended him, looking at him incredulously. "Drake, do you have any idea how lucky we were?"

"Yeah but—"

"What if we didn't have any clothes on?" he snapped. "W-what if we were in the middle of…" It seemed like too disturbing of a statement for him to finish, resulting in him just continuing in his pacing again.

Drake's eyes flickered downwards, noticing that Josh was adjusting his pants uncomfortably. Smiling faintly, he walked towards him, Josh barely even noticing him until he literally had to intercept his pacing with his entire arm, blocking him.

Eyes meeting his, Josh blinked at him as Drake wrinkled up his shirt slightly, pressing his hand against his bare skin. Flickering his eyes away, Josh put a hand to his arm, but he made no movement to stop him. Exhaling softly into his neck, Drake slipped his hand under the hem of his pants.

Josh pecked him on the cheek. "Come on, we shouldn't do this tonight," he said. But instead of pulling away, his face lingered close, his warm breath brushing his cheek.

"Are you sure?" he said, feeling Josh's hardness grow in his hand.

He sighed. "But the door..."

"I don't know about you, but I don't think we'll have any more interruptions tonight." Drake moved his fingers over Josh's erection, feeling its veiny texture. It was incredibly hard.

Brushing his hands up Drake's shirt, Josh cursed under his breath. "Fuck, Drake. Why do you do this to me?"

Drake smirked a kiss into his neck. That was it. Sighing hot steam, Josh lifted his hands all the way, peeling Drake's shirt off of him and throwing it aside. Feeling Drake pleasurably put pressure on his balls, Josh slipped off his own shirt. But in the few seconds that he had to look away to take it off, when he looked back he was startled to see that Drake was gone. Until he looked down and realized, he wasn't gone. He was getting on his knees.

Kneeling, Drake felt firm fingers clench around his chin, tugging his face upwards, followed by the sound of Josh taking a deep breath before finally letting him go.

Drake pulled down Josh's pants inch by inch until he felt warm flesh bounce against the side of his mouth. A cold smear of something sticky left a trail around the curve of his jaw. Josh made a small sound as he guided it back to his mouth, softness making faint pressure against Drake's lips.

Drake felt incredibly aroused, his own pants tightening as he parted his lips slightly, feeling flesh glide round his lips before slipping in, forcing his lips further apart to accommodate its size.

"Fuck." Josh grabbed his hair.

Drake's tongue pressed, carving shapes into the tip. With a short, decided moan, Josh released him and pulled himself out. "Come here," he said gently, grabbing Drake's hand and helping him to his feet.

"Did I do something wrong?" Drake asked timidly.

Josh shook his head, momentarily hurt with sympathy that Drake was nervous. "Oh my god, no. No." Looking distressed like he was overwhelmed and didn't know what to do, he found himself fixating on Drake's pants until he grabbed them and yanked them down. "Fuck, no." His eyes grew wide like they wanted to intake as much sight of Drake's nakedness as possible. Without thinking, he grabbed at his bare body, the sensation of his skin beneath his hands threatening to make him lose control. Reaching down, he helped Drake step out of his pants as Drake held onto him for balance, still looking a bit timid.

Then, in a movement that made Drake gasp in surprise, Josh pulled him in at the same time that he backed up onto the couch, lifting Drake's body on top of his, knees landing on either side of him.

The moment Josh bit his lip in their kiss, Drake's body became animated like he had found his courage again. In a burst of aggression, Drake pinned him against the back of the couch, holding his face in both of his hands with his fingers digging into his hair like it was the most desperate thing imaginable.

"Oh Josh, just take me," he whimpered.

There was a moment of stillness. And then Josh felt a shiver surge south, from the fingers in his hair straight to his hardness. Drake's body lifted, Josh's erection underneath him expanding rapidly. Feeling the arousal raging, Josh clasped his hands on Drake's ass and felt around for his entrance, hooking a finger inside.

Drake stiffened above him. Josh kept feeling deeper, Drake's minute responses making him lose his mind; the way Drake's body tensed up, sending a matched tension to the palms on Josh's face and the fingertips digging into the roots of his hair. And the way his mouth felt on his, little gasps escaping Drake whenever he twisted his fingers in unexpected ways inside him.

Their lips made a wet sound at their parting. Josh spit on his free hand and held his own hardness as Drake lifted himself. Locking his fingers behind his neck, Drake looked down to position himself. Josh just found himself staring at everything, taking in the sight as he felt his tip contact Drake's entrance. Slowly, a tight, warm wetness slid down his length. Drake exhaled above him as Josh's hardness took him. Entirely. Deeply.

With trembling hands, Josh felt Drake's face and chest and other parts of him, chaotically absorbing him through touch and sight. Drake, sitting on top of him, on his hardness, was one of the most amazing things he could imagine.

With a pleasurable breath escaping him, Josh thrusted his pelvis up a little. It was like the movement bounced a small moan up and out of Drake.

"Are you sure you want me to take you?" Josh asked.

Drake whimpered a barely-audible, "Yes."

He did another small thrust, bouncing another moan out of him. "How bad do you want me to take you?" He felt Drake's fingers tighten behind his neck.

"S-so bad."

Josh used his left hand to hold Drake at the waist and spit in his right hand before wrapping a fist around Drake's penis. Now in a steady position, Josh started thrusting, Drake in rhythm above him. Josh, with his elbow rested on a pillow beside him, kept his right hand still as their thrusting movements sent Drake's hardness plunging in and out of his fist.

Their mouths reached for each other, moans getting louder as the thrusting got faster and faster.

"J-Josh…" Drake's lips could barely hang onto his as their bodies thrusted so fast they were shaking.

"Do you want to cum for me, Drake?" Josh slapped his ass and then firmly gripped him there, aiding his rhythm. Drake's wet flesh in his hand was moving so fast it was almost a blur.

Drake moaned softly in his ear. In a breathy whisper, he said, "D-Don't stop, Josh… I think I'm—" A sharp moan interrupted him. When Drake arched his back, Josh felt his entrance tightening around his cock just before he felt a forceful squirt up his chest.

As Drake's body melted into him, post-climax, Josh let go of his penis and intensified his rhythm, now with both hands on him, feeling a coming climax himself. Their faces hovered over each other's with a stifling heat. Suddenly Josh tensed up and a loud moan escaped his lips. He coiled his arms around Drake, pressing his body against his, their faces almost ear-to-ear. "Drake… fuck, you feel so good." Drake's hot, jerking breaths in his ear sent a pleasant shiver through him that made the hair on his arms prickle. His arms tensed even more around him, and with a very loud moan, he felt himself burst inside of Drake.

Panting in each other's ears, they remained still for a minute. After they caught their breaths enough, Josh kissed his ear and held his appendage as Drake slipped himself off and curled next to him on the couch, his head resting on Josh's shoulder.

Josh's head rested back, looking at the ceiling. "Wow."

Drake kind of laughed but said nothing, looking at him and seeing the smile.

"Drake, how do you feel so amazing?"

Drake rolled his eyes. It was playful. Then, noticing the cum on Josh's chest, he sat up and grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

"I probably should rinse off," Josh joked, looking down at him as he wiped it.

Curiosity of the comment drew a quick glance from Drake. He found himself running through a fantasy in his mind about them being able to shower together, and he even briefly brainstorming how they could do it without getting caught. He shook his head finally, knowing they shouldn't. They were already playing with fire.