The aspirin he had taken did nothing to ease the back pain he had gained from sleeping crookedly on the couch all night and he knew it wouldn’t help with the migraine he had forming from thinking too long and hard about what had happened between Drake and himself just a few hours ago. It hadn’t helped that he had dreamed of doing so much more, waking up much to his embarrassment with a hard on and his father trying to explain to him why boys had morning woods. It didn’t help that Drake still slept; totally unaware of the pain his brother was currently suffering.
Stepbrother, his mind yelled and Josh mentally batted the voice back, desperately trying to block out both the voice and his father who just wouldn’t stop talking. Instead, he opted to concentrate on his bowl of cereal, which sat in front of him, the flakes slowly, but surely becoming soggier with each passing second. Josh dug his spoon into the bowl and lifted the filled utensil to his mouth where he deposited the food and chewed, counting his chews until he was satisfied and he swallowed, welcoming the cool milk that ran down the back of his throat.
Eating and not thinking was better than eating and thinking Josh decided. Because if he thought, he would think about Drake, about Drake masturbating, about Drake masturbating while chanting his, Josh’s, name. Which would then lead to thinking about Drake’s privates, how big it was and the beautiful deep red color it turned, and how if he looked long enough he could see the pre-come pearl at the head. And then he would think about his dreams. His horribly wrong wet dreams where Drake was on top of him, riding him, arching his back so that Josh could see his perfect nipples which were red and erect and begging to be pinched just like his cock which was also red and perfect and so close to bursting that Josh could see the veins and Drake would lean back and grip at Josh’s thighs and whimper and cry and beg Josh to turn him over and fuck him harder.
Josh dropped his spoon with a loud clatter mid chew, watching as it hit the bowl, splattering milk and flakes about the table and Walter’s arms. “Are you listening to anything I’m saying Josh?” Josh shook his head, pushed his bowl away and let his head hit the table with a heavy thump. He repeated the head thumping till Walter was yelling at him to stop and he was positive he had a nice red welt on his forehead. It hurt but Josh needed to knock some sense into himself. It also helped with stopping the erection that had decided to pop up for a visit. Josh had enough visits from his penis thanksverymuch and he wished it would stay away for a while.
“Anyways, I’ll be home late and so will your mom. I’m taking her out tonight for dinner so you boys will have to watch Megan tonight,” Walter stated as he stood from his seat and pulled on his blazer for work. Josh nodded, stood and put his half finished bowl of cereal in the sink. He’d clean it later. “And go wake up your brother, or else you’ll be late for school.” Josh nodded weakly as he fallowed his father to the front door holding it open for him. Walter grabbed his suitcase and gave his son a pat on the shoulder before leaving. Josh looked up the stairs and prayed that Drake would be up and dressed. Josh closed the door and started up the stairs
Too bad God never answered his prayers.
* * *
As expected though very much hoped against, Drake was still passed out on Josh’s bed, still only wearing a shirt, still very much half naked. Josh sighed and closed the door behind him opting to lean up against it instead of venturing the few short steps over to his bed to wake up his brother.
Stepbrother! No blood relation! Ogle away dammit! Josh growled and closed his eyes, willing his mind to just take a sabbatical and leave him alone. It wasn’t working. His mind simply wasn’t listening. Josh opened his eyes and looked over at his brother who was snoring away, legs and arms sprawled as he slept on his stomach.
Thank God for small miracles, Josh thought as he let his eyes wander Drake’s torso, to his ass, the skin there pale and flawless. Josh shook his head and willed himself to stop ogling. It was wrong. “Drake,” he choked, his voice stuck under the lump that had formed in his throat. Drake fidgeted in his sleep, his hand moving from the pillow to under his body to scratch at something. Josh didn’t want to think what.
“Drake!” he called a second time, his voice a small bit louder, hoarse and raspy. He sighed, rolled his eyes, cleared his throat and took the four small steps to the bed and bent down next to it so that his mouth was parallel to Drake’s ear. “Drake!” he yelled.
Drake shot up like lightening, knocking Josh onto his butt and punching his nose in the process. “I’m up! I’m up! I’m up!” he yelled, dancing on the bed as he looked wildly around the room until his eyes made contact with Josh’s and the headache that had been hiding came out at full force and made him buckle back down to the bed and grip at his head. “Fuck I’m up,” he grumbled, giving a small sheepish smile at Josh who glared at him and rubbed his nose gingerly.
Drake sighed and rubbed at his temples as he looked down at his lap where he processed two things. One: he was in Josh’s bed and not his own. Two: he wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear. Drake scrambled his mind trying to remember the previous night but all he remembered was a girl puking on his shoes, lots of alcohol, rain, and Josh helping him up the stairs. After that there was nothing. Drake groaned and looked at his brother while grabbing the comforter and pulling it over his lap.
“I was pretty gone, wasn’t I?” he asked. Josh sighed and nodded, standing up, now rubbing at his butt, which hurt a lot. At least it kept his mind off of Drake’s current state of undress because if he knew his brain, which he did, all it would think was Drake is naked under that blanket. That was something he did not want to think about. “What happened?”
Drake’s voice snapped Josh back to reality and he looked down at his brother – STEPBROTHER – on his bed who looked a bit confused. Josh shrugged and crossed the room, deciding to sit on the couch and put distance between them. At least until his brain returned to normal which would hopefully be soon. “Nothing much. Got you in the shower and then tried to get you ready for bed.”
“Tried?” Drake asked. Josh could hear him moving about behind him and if his ears were telling him the truth like he hoped, Drake was putting clothes on instead of trying to take clothes off like last night.
“Well, you didn’t exactly help the situation Drake,” Josh replied, leaning forward on his elbows, his head in his hands.
“What? Did I decide to run around naked or something?” Drake scoffed as he pulled the shirt over his head and straightened it out before grabbing his belt and slipping it through the belt loops. He looked down at his new shoes and cringed before he slipped on a pair of clean socks and pulled out his old trusty pointy boots and put them on.
“I rather wish you had, would’ve been easier,” Josh mumbled as he stood and stretched, grabbing his backpack and throwing it on his shoulder. Drake raised an eyebrow in question as he didn’t understand what Josh had said. Josh gave a strained smile and patted Drake on the back. “Come on, we gotta go now anyways or we’ll be late.”
“Ok,” Drake nodded, grabbing his own backpack which was lighter compared to Josh’s bulky one. The brothers stumbled down the stairs together; Josh trying desperately to make sure that their arms didn’t brush. Drake grabbed the keys off of the key tree and held the door open for Josh smiling. “As long as I didn’t hit on you, I think we’re good.”
Josh froze in place for a second and shook his head as Drake made his way to the car, hopped in and started it. Josh closed the door and made his way to the car. Drake had no idea how close he was to the truth.
Stepbrother, his mind yelled and Josh mentally batted the voice back, desperately trying to block out both the voice and his father who just wouldn’t stop talking. Instead, he opted to concentrate on his bowl of cereal, which sat in front of him, the flakes slowly, but surely becoming soggier with each passing second. Josh dug his spoon into the bowl and lifted the filled utensil to his mouth where he deposited the food and chewed, counting his chews until he was satisfied and he swallowed, welcoming the cool milk that ran down the back of his throat.
Eating and not thinking was better than eating and thinking Josh decided. Because if he thought, he would think about Drake, about Drake masturbating, about Drake masturbating while chanting his, Josh’s, name. Which would then lead to thinking about Drake’s privates, how big it was and the beautiful deep red color it turned, and how if he looked long enough he could see the pre-come pearl at the head. And then he would think about his dreams. His horribly wrong wet dreams where Drake was on top of him, riding him, arching his back so that Josh could see his perfect nipples which were red and erect and begging to be pinched just like his cock which was also red and perfect and so close to bursting that Josh could see the veins and Drake would lean back and grip at Josh’s thighs and whimper and cry and beg Josh to turn him over and fuck him harder.
Josh dropped his spoon with a loud clatter mid chew, watching as it hit the bowl, splattering milk and flakes about the table and Walter’s arms. “Are you listening to anything I’m saying Josh?” Josh shook his head, pushed his bowl away and let his head hit the table with a heavy thump. He repeated the head thumping till Walter was yelling at him to stop and he was positive he had a nice red welt on his forehead. It hurt but Josh needed to knock some sense into himself. It also helped with stopping the erection that had decided to pop up for a visit. Josh had enough visits from his penis thanksverymuch and he wished it would stay away for a while.
“Anyways, I’ll be home late and so will your mom. I’m taking her out tonight for dinner so you boys will have to watch Megan tonight,” Walter stated as he stood from his seat and pulled on his blazer for work. Josh nodded, stood and put his half finished bowl of cereal in the sink. He’d clean it later. “And go wake up your brother, or else you’ll be late for school.” Josh nodded weakly as he fallowed his father to the front door holding it open for him. Walter grabbed his suitcase and gave his son a pat on the shoulder before leaving. Josh looked up the stairs and prayed that Drake would be up and dressed. Josh closed the door and started up the stairs
Too bad God never answered his prayers.
As expected though very much hoped against, Drake was still passed out on Josh’s bed, still only wearing a shirt, still very much half naked. Josh sighed and closed the door behind him opting to lean up against it instead of venturing the few short steps over to his bed to wake up his brother.
Stepbrother! No blood relation! Ogle away dammit! Josh growled and closed his eyes, willing his mind to just take a sabbatical and leave him alone. It wasn’t working. His mind simply wasn’t listening. Josh opened his eyes and looked over at his brother who was snoring away, legs and arms sprawled as he slept on his stomach.
Thank God for small miracles, Josh thought as he let his eyes wander Drake’s torso, to his ass, the skin there pale and flawless. Josh shook his head and willed himself to stop ogling. It was wrong. “Drake,” he choked, his voice stuck under the lump that had formed in his throat. Drake fidgeted in his sleep, his hand moving from the pillow to under his body to scratch at something. Josh didn’t want to think what.
“Drake!” he called a second time, his voice a small bit louder, hoarse and raspy. He sighed, rolled his eyes, cleared his throat and took the four small steps to the bed and bent down next to it so that his mouth was parallel to Drake’s ear. “Drake!” he yelled.
Drake shot up like lightening, knocking Josh onto his butt and punching his nose in the process. “I’m up! I’m up! I’m up!” he yelled, dancing on the bed as he looked wildly around the room until his eyes made contact with Josh’s and the headache that had been hiding came out at full force and made him buckle back down to the bed and grip at his head. “Fuck I’m up,” he grumbled, giving a small sheepish smile at Josh who glared at him and rubbed his nose gingerly.
Drake sighed and rubbed at his temples as he looked down at his lap where he processed two things. One: he was in Josh’s bed and not his own. Two: he wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear. Drake scrambled his mind trying to remember the previous night but all he remembered was a girl puking on his shoes, lots of alcohol, rain, and Josh helping him up the stairs. After that there was nothing. Drake groaned and looked at his brother while grabbing the comforter and pulling it over his lap.
“I was pretty gone, wasn’t I?” he asked. Josh sighed and nodded, standing up, now rubbing at his butt, which hurt a lot. At least it kept his mind off of Drake’s current state of undress because if he knew his brain, which he did, all it would think was Drake is naked under that blanket. That was something he did not want to think about. “What happened?”
Drake’s voice snapped Josh back to reality and he looked down at his brother – STEPBROTHER – on his bed who looked a bit confused. Josh shrugged and crossed the room, deciding to sit on the couch and put distance between them. At least until his brain returned to normal which would hopefully be soon. “Nothing much. Got you in the shower and then tried to get you ready for bed.”
“Tried?” Drake asked. Josh could hear him moving about behind him and if his ears were telling him the truth like he hoped, Drake was putting clothes on instead of trying to take clothes off like last night.
“Well, you didn’t exactly help the situation Drake,” Josh replied, leaning forward on his elbows, his head in his hands.
“What? Did I decide to run around naked or something?” Drake scoffed as he pulled the shirt over his head and straightened it out before grabbing his belt and slipping it through the belt loops. He looked down at his new shoes and cringed before he slipped on a pair of clean socks and pulled out his old trusty pointy boots and put them on.
“I rather wish you had, would’ve been easier,” Josh mumbled as he stood and stretched, grabbing his backpack and throwing it on his shoulder. Drake raised an eyebrow in question as he didn’t understand what Josh had said. Josh gave a strained smile and patted Drake on the back. “Come on, we gotta go now anyways or we’ll be late.”
“Ok,” Drake nodded, grabbing his own backpack which was lighter compared to Josh’s bulky one. The brothers stumbled down the stairs together; Josh trying desperately to make sure that their arms didn’t brush. Drake grabbed the keys off of the key tree and held the door open for Josh smiling. “As long as I didn’t hit on you, I think we’re good.”
Josh froze in place for a second and shook his head as Drake made his way to the car, hopped in and started it. Josh closed the door and made his way to the car. Drake had no idea how close he was to the truth.