For aki_hoshi
Okay, so 
aki_hoshi made a post where she simultaneously recced my Drake/Josh fic and then said she would love some cheer-up drabbles. So of course, I said, "I will write a Drake/Josh cheer-up drabble for Raven!" And I thought to myself, "Self, you have a lot to write, so let's keep this under... say... 300 words? Can we do that?" Yeah, half an hour and 992 words later... *sigh*
The lesson that we can take from this is: shiny new fandom + awesome friend = blowjobs
Now this isn't just porn or anything. Really. It takes place two days after the end of A New Morning, although you don't have to read that to get this. But I like it being Part II of god-knows-how-many.
Oh, and I'm posting this here because it's not beta'd. And has no title or anything. I guess I could give it one, but meh. I like calling it...
"Drake?"
"Hmmm?" Drake murmured. He didn't want to move. He was lying on the couch with his legs on Josh's lap. Josh had been rubbing his feet in a gentle way that bordered on tickly – which felt amazing – but then he stopped. Drake cracked one eye and saw that Josh was looking at him expectantly. "You stopped rubbing."
Josh sighed. "I'm trying to talk to you. Listen, we started… being intimate two days ago."
Drake smirked at Josh's insistence in using grandma-terms for sex. "I know that. Did you think I could forget?" He gave Josh his best smile-with-eyebrow-lift expression; the one that had made panties damp all over San Diego until forty-eight hours ago when he realized it also caused erections. It had been an amazing couple of days.
"I didn't think you forgot! I wasn't finished. There's something I'd like to try." Drake waited patiently while Josh searched his brain for the sex-ed-appropriate term. "Oral sex," he finally said with a blush.
"We've had… oral sex," Drake pointed out. He shifted in his seat. His body was starting to enjoy the conversation topic.
"No you did. Did it. To me."
Drake struggled to understand, and then he realized what Josh was saying. "You want to give me a blowjob," he said, smirking. His dick was also happy with that statement and he shifted again.
It had looked like it was going to happen the previous morning, when they'd decided to shower together. It had gotten as far as Josh on his knees, the water running down his face and making his hair inky and slippery through Drake's fingers, but then Megan had knocked on the door, they had both yelped, and Megan figured out they were in the bathroom. Drake covered it quickly by saying that Josh had burst in claiming that he needed to pee. If their mom hadn't yelled that Megan had a phone call, they would have had a hell of a time explaining why they both had wet hair.
They'd been working their way there yesterday afternoon, but just as Josh was kissing his way down Drake's chest, hands on Drake's belt buckle, Walter had called for them to come downstairs to decide on pizza toppings.
And last night after everyone finally went to bed, they'd been so desperate for each other that Drake had pushed Josh on the bed and had two fingers in his ass before they could discuss any preliminaries.
This morning, they'd learned their lesson about the shower, so that was out. And Josh had worked all afternoon. Of course, Drake had gone along and spent the entire time leaning on the concessions counter and flirting outrageously with Josh. Which had been its own kind of fun, but not blowjob fun.
Which is why Drake's cock was now threatening to pop out of his jeans. "Where's Megan?"
Josh smiled. "At Janie's house."
"Mom and Walter?"
Josh smiled wider. "They went out to dinner."
Drake swung his legs off the couch. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"They just left. I wanted to make sure that Dad wouldn't be running back in for his keys or his wallet or something."
Drake grinned and stroked Josh's thigh. "I love having a smart boyfriend."
Josh patted his hand for a second, but then slid off the couch and knelt between Drake's knees. Drake gulped. Josh undid his belt buckle and his fly. It would have been oh so smooth and sexy – just like a porno movie – except that Drake's pants were too tight and he had to stand up and wiggle around to get them down.
When he was finally naked, Josh pushed him back on the couch. He sat there for a moment, looking nervous. "I'm not sure what to do."
"Just lick… and suck… and whatever you feel like doing. Trust me, it all feels amazing. Just watch your teeth."
Josh sighed, and because it was Josh, Drake knew exactly what was bothering him. He knew Josh regarded him as somewhat clueless, but when it came to Josh, he had a sort of mind-reading thing going on. "Listen, Josh. Just because I've had blowjobs before, it doesn't mean this isn't special for me. Because you're special. It'll be great because it's you."
Drake knew it was the right thing to say because Josh's eyes got all soft and melty, the same way they got when he looked at churros or a picture of Oprah. And then he leaned over and licked Drake's cock from his balls to the very tip. Drake gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and Josh's hair with the other hand, threw his head back, and held on.
True, it wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, technique-wise. There was a little too much spit and not enough hand action and a few teeth-scraping incidents, but it was Josh. And that made it everything to Drake. What really did it is when he looked down. Head-back was his default position for getting his dick sucked, and he'd never known why before. But when he looked down and saw Josh's face, Josh's eyes, Josh's mouth wrapped around his cock and sliding wetly up and down his shaft, it was all over. He went from I-could-come-from-this to shooting off in Josh's mouth in about two seconds. "Oh, fuck, Josh!" he shouted, really, really grateful that no one was home.
Josh sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Was that good?" he asked, looking rather pleased with himself.
Drake grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up into his lap, smashing their lips together. As he stuck his tongue into Josh's mouth – something he always refused to do with girls after they'd sucked him off – he realized that everything was different with Josh. Everything.
He wasn't sure what that meant, but he was sure that Josh would explain it to him eventually.
aki_hoshi made a post where she simultaneously recced my Drake/Josh fic and then said she would love some cheer-up drabbles. So of course, I said, "I will write a Drake/Josh cheer-up drabble for Raven!" And I thought to myself, "Self, you have a lot to write, so let's keep this under... say... 300 words? Can we do that?" Yeah, half an hour and 992 words later... *sigh*The lesson that we can take from this is: shiny new fandom + awesome friend = blowjobs
Now this isn't just porn or anything. Really. It takes place two days after the end of A New Morning, although you don't have to read that to get this. But I like it being Part II of god-knows-how-many.
Oh, and I'm posting this here because it's not beta'd. And has no title or anything. I guess I could give it one, but meh. I like calling it...
"Drake?"
"Hmmm?" Drake murmured. He didn't want to move. He was lying on the couch with his legs on Josh's lap. Josh had been rubbing his feet in a gentle way that bordered on tickly – which felt amazing – but then he stopped. Drake cracked one eye and saw that Josh was looking at him expectantly. "You stopped rubbing."
Josh sighed. "I'm trying to talk to you. Listen, we started… being intimate two days ago."
Drake smirked at Josh's insistence in using grandma-terms for sex. "I know that. Did you think I could forget?" He gave Josh his best smile-with-eyebrow-lift expression; the one that had made panties damp all over San Diego until forty-eight hours ago when he realized it also caused erections. It had been an amazing couple of days.
"I didn't think you forgot! I wasn't finished. There's something I'd like to try." Drake waited patiently while Josh searched his brain for the sex-ed-appropriate term. "Oral sex," he finally said with a blush.
"We've had… oral sex," Drake pointed out. He shifted in his seat. His body was starting to enjoy the conversation topic.
"No you did. Did it. To me."
Drake struggled to understand, and then he realized what Josh was saying. "You want to give me a blowjob," he said, smirking. His dick was also happy with that statement and he shifted again.
It had looked like it was going to happen the previous morning, when they'd decided to shower together. It had gotten as far as Josh on his knees, the water running down his face and making his hair inky and slippery through Drake's fingers, but then Megan had knocked on the door, they had both yelped, and Megan figured out they were in the bathroom. Drake covered it quickly by saying that Josh had burst in claiming that he needed to pee. If their mom hadn't yelled that Megan had a phone call, they would have had a hell of a time explaining why they both had wet hair.
They'd been working their way there yesterday afternoon, but just as Josh was kissing his way down Drake's chest, hands on Drake's belt buckle, Walter had called for them to come downstairs to decide on pizza toppings.
And last night after everyone finally went to bed, they'd been so desperate for each other that Drake had pushed Josh on the bed and had two fingers in his ass before they could discuss any preliminaries.
This morning, they'd learned their lesson about the shower, so that was out. And Josh had worked all afternoon. Of course, Drake had gone along and spent the entire time leaning on the concessions counter and flirting outrageously with Josh. Which had been its own kind of fun, but not blowjob fun.
Which is why Drake's cock was now threatening to pop out of his jeans. "Where's Megan?"
Josh smiled. "At Janie's house."
"Mom and Walter?"
Josh smiled wider. "They went out to dinner."
Drake swung his legs off the couch. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"They just left. I wanted to make sure that Dad wouldn't be running back in for his keys or his wallet or something."
Drake grinned and stroked Josh's thigh. "I love having a smart boyfriend."
Josh patted his hand for a second, but then slid off the couch and knelt between Drake's knees. Drake gulped. Josh undid his belt buckle and his fly. It would have been oh so smooth and sexy – just like a porno movie – except that Drake's pants were too tight and he had to stand up and wiggle around to get them down.
When he was finally naked, Josh pushed him back on the couch. He sat there for a moment, looking nervous. "I'm not sure what to do."
"Just lick… and suck… and whatever you feel like doing. Trust me, it all feels amazing. Just watch your teeth."
Josh sighed, and because it was Josh, Drake knew exactly what was bothering him. He knew Josh regarded him as somewhat clueless, but when it came to Josh, he had a sort of mind-reading thing going on. "Listen, Josh. Just because I've had blowjobs before, it doesn't mean this isn't special for me. Because you're special. It'll be great because it's you."
Drake knew it was the right thing to say because Josh's eyes got all soft and melty, the same way they got when he looked at churros or a picture of Oprah. And then he leaned over and licked Drake's cock from his balls to the very tip. Drake gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and Josh's hair with the other hand, threw his head back, and held on.
True, it wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, technique-wise. There was a little too much spit and not enough hand action and a few teeth-scraping incidents, but it was Josh. And that made it everything to Drake. What really did it is when he looked down. Head-back was his default position for getting his dick sucked, and he'd never known why before. But when he looked down and saw Josh's face, Josh's eyes, Josh's mouth wrapped around his cock and sliding wetly up and down his shaft, it was all over. He went from I-could-come-from-this to shooting off in Josh's mouth in about two seconds. "Oh, fuck, Josh!" he shouted, really, really grateful that no one was home.
Josh sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Was that good?" he asked, looking rather pleased with himself.
Drake grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up into his lap, smashing their lips together. As he stuck his tongue into Josh's mouth – something he always refused to do with girls after they'd sucked him off – he realized that everything was different with Josh. Everything.
He wasn't sure what that meant, but he was sure that Josh would explain it to him eventually.