Sometimes he hated working at the premier. The thought didn’t cross his mind much; in fact for the most part Josh loved his job. He liked the people he worked with even if they had their strange quirks that drove him crazy from time to time. He liked meeting the people that came for the movies. He liked watching humanity at its best and that sometimes happened in the confines of the movie theater. Plus, he loved Bad Movie Tuesdays.
But today, he hated working at the premier for the simple fact that Drake brought his dates there and flaunted them. Some of the girls that came through weren’t smart and Josh wondered how his stepbrother managed to find girls who were dumber than him. The other girls tended to be somewhat smart, just dumb for Drake. And Drake relished in it. The way they smelled, always fruity. The way they felt pressed up against him, soft. And of course he loved the way they tasted like sweets and fruit and everything heavenly wrapped up in simply their lips and tongue.
And Josh hated it. Not that he was jealous, or at least he wasn’t jealous of Drake. It wasn’t that he wanted those girls for his own. In fact, Josh was starting to think that he never wanted to kiss another girl again. Not that Mindy had ruined it for him. It’s just that having Drake would be so much better.
Josh rubbed his neck, remembering the feel of Drake’s lips, tongue, and teeth scraping against the skin there. That spot which Drake had marked for him and him only. Josh hadn’t even realized it until Drake pulled at his color and pointed at it with glee on the drive home from school. “Josh got some!” he exclaimed, clapping one hand on the steering wheel and slapping Josh on the shoulder with the other. Josh scrambled to get the visor down and opened the little mirror there to see the huge red welt that spotted his neck.
All color had drained from his face and he looked over at Drake with wide eyes. “Have I been walking with that on me all day?” he asked, his voice soft, trembling. Drake had shrugged and turned his attention to the road, still flickering glances to Josh’s neck, wondering who had left the mark and feeling a twinge of jealousy in his stomach.
“I guess,” he replied, frowning softly but quickly covering it with a teasing grin. “About time brother. Hope the girl was good because she marked you pretty good.” Josh didn’t reply. Drake had no idea. Josh wondered if he should keep it that way.
Josh sighed and rubbed down the counter with his rag, trying to clean a spot of melted butter, determined not to look at Drake with his date of the day. It was hard though as they were making their way to the counter, to Josh, no doubt to order something. Josh hoped this one wasn’t obsessed with pancakes.
“Hey brother!” Drake’s voice forced Josh to look up at them but not before clamping his hand over the hickey. He wished he had borrowed some of Audrey’s concealer before he had come in for work. “This is Elin. She’s from Sweden,” Drake stated excitedly, his arm wrapped tightly around the blonde’s waist. She was at least a foot taller than Drake. Josh gave a small, unfelt chuckle and sneered.
“Popcorn then?” he asked. The girl nodded and smiled brightly, saying ‘Ja!’ much like a stereotypical Swedish person would. Josh wondered where Drake found her as he grabbed the bigger tub and filled it with hopefully stale popcorn. He placed the tub on the counter and rested his palms there, leaning and he semi-glared at the girl who seemed totally oblivious.
“Thanks man. I’ll see you later,” Drake grinned as he grabbed the tub of popcorn and began guiding the taller girl towards the theater. Josh could hear her saying ‘Ja!’ excitedly to everything Drake said.
Today Josh hated working at the Premier.
* * *
“Stupid popcorn. Stupid Drake. Stupid hot, blonde, Swedish girl with her tall-ness and her ‘Ja!’s.” Josh entered the house with a door slam and mumblings under his breath as he made his way over to the couch and collapsed on it, his arms crossed over his chest and his lower lip jutted out in a pout. “What does he see in her anyways?” he asked to no one in particular. “Stupid Eeelinnn,” he whined, dragging the girl’s name out, his voice rising in octaves as if to mock Drake and the way she said her name.
“What’s got your pink panties in a twist?” Megan’s voice filtered through Josh’s party of loathing and soon enough his younger sister had taken a seat next to him and reached for the remote, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels until she found something she liked. “Don’t tell me. Drake’s gotten your pink panties into a twist, right?”
“Yeah. Who else?” Josh grumbled as he leaned back and pulled his boxers up a bit, finding that they were in fact green. “And they’re not pink.”
“Whatever you say boob,” Megan retorted, her eyes focused on the TV in front of her but she listened intently to what her brother was about to say. “What did he do this time?”
“It’s not what he did do! Because he always does it. It’s normal. I’m used to it,” he stated, saying the last to himself more than to Megan but sure she knew what he was talking about. “I mean, yeah it is what he did do, but I’m used to it, but I’m still angry,” he ranted quickly, trying to understand what he was trying to say.
“Woah, slow down there,” Megan stated, turning and facing Josh, looking at him for the first time. She took in his physical state quickly, the messy hair, the blood shot eyes, the stubble, the hickey, the wrinkled uniform, the hickey?! She stared at for a millisecond longer than allowed and mentally berated herself but knew Josh wouldn’t notice. “So what your saying is Drake brought a girl to the Premier and flaunted her in your face again?”
“Yeah!” Josh exclaimed, eyes wide as he turned his body towards Megan who shrugged and turned away.
“And you’re jealous?”
“Yeah! I mean no! No! I am not jealous of Drake. Not at all,” Josh stated, now staring at his hands, which gripped at his knees, the knuckles white.
“I didn’t say you were jealous of Drake,” Megan stated with a sigh as she turned off the TV and stood up. She smiled at Josh who looked up at her with wide eyes. He swallowed his spit and stared at her silently for a few moments.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you should get some make-up to cover that hickey, boob,” she stated with a smile, motioning to his neck before turning on her heal and bouncing her way out of the living room, up the stairs, and no doubt to her room.
Josh sunk back into the couch and gripped at his neck, hand covering the red welt that Drake had left the night before. Megan knew. Josh wished he could sink lower and disappear.
* * *
It was times like these that Josh wish he could play the guitar. That way he could sit on the couch, strum his guitar, mope, and look hot all at the same time. But that was Drake’s forte and not his. Drake. Josh fell onto his side, his head pressed into the throw pillow on the couch and he curled his legs up onto the couch and just laid there, staring at the TV, wondering what the hell he was going to do.
It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend of his own. There was Mindy and they had tried to work things out after Helen’s wedding and for a while it had worked but things got complicated when a new guy transferred at the beginning of their senior year and stole her heart and his second place at the science fair. Mindy of course got first. Josh closed his eyes and tried to stop thinking about that drama. What did he care anyways? Mindy could date anyone she wanted, even second place science fair girlfriend stealers like Danny Kempfield.
Anyways, there simply wasn’t a girl that Josh was interested in at the moment and he decided early on that he could never be attracted to Drake. Boys? Sure. Josh could handle being attracted to boys way better than he could handle being attracted to Drake. Because that made him just like every girl that was attracted to Drake. Pathetic and weak. Because that’s how Drake could make you feel when in reality it was the opposite. After all Drake needed him, it wasn’t the other way around.
Oh who was he kidding? He needed Drake, no more than ever. Josh groaned and flipped over onto his back as he looked over at his clock that sat on his desk. Drake’s curfew was in an hour, which meant Drake wouldn’t be home until two hours afterwards or until he called Josh to come pick him up.
Josh sighed and hoped he locked his door as he slipped his warm hand into his boxers and touched himself. Touching ones self never hurt anyone and neither did thinking about Drake while doing it. In fact, the only person it could possibly hurt was Josh and Josh figured since he was already thinking these thoughts, why not put them to good use? It wasn’t like he was acting out on them.
Josh wish he had the guts too. Instead he closed his eyes, tightened his grip, and pictured Drake straddling him on the couch, pulling off his blue graphics tee that accentuated his shoulders perfectly. Imaginary Drake smiled coyly down at Josh and began to undo his buckle, putting on a show for just Josh as he began to grind his hips downwards. Josh groaned and licked his lips and looked up at imaginary Drake with a small smirk on his lips. Imaginary Drake giggled and threw his belt over his shoulder before popping open the button to his jeans and pulling down the zipper, opening his pants for Josh to see that he wasn’t wearing anything. Kinky, Josh thought and wiggled his hips, his hand slowly moving up and down his shaft, squeezing lightly at the base, his thumb brushing over the head spreading the pre-come gathered there.
Imaginary Drake was now naked, his hands clutching at Josh’s shirt while he closed his eyes, gave a heavy moan, and ground harder down onto Josh. In his mind, Josh gripped Drake’s hips and pressed his thumbs against the bone. Imaginary Drake bit his lip and clawed at the elastic of Josh’s pants, pulling them down and exposing Imaginary Josh’s erection.
Real Josh began to fondle his balls and roll them in the palm of one hand while the other continued to move up and down the hard shaft, the skin pulling and bunching. Imaginary Drake sucked on his fingers and kneeled on his knees before he reached back and used the now wet fingers to stretch himself, all the while making small noises behind bit lips, his eyebrows scrunched together, his eyes closed, his neck bared and his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down twice. When imaginary Drake was done prepping himself, he reached lower and gripped Josh’s cock in his hand, guiding it to his pink, puckered, wet entrance. Imaginary Josh grabbed at imaginary Drake’s buttocks and spread the cheeks as Drake lowered himself, moaning, gasping, and panting onto Josh’s cock.
Josh moaned and squeezed his shaft harder, his hips jerking upwards and off the couch into his tight fist. With imaginary Drake now fully impaled on his cock, real Josh was close to his climax. Josh bit his lip and moaned, turning his head and muffling his voice into the couch.
Imaginary Drake now lifted himself upwards and slammed back down at an alarming rapid place, chanting Josh’s name, his nails digging into Josh’s chest as Josh gripped his hips and guided him, all the while his eyes locked with Imaginary Drake’s whose mouth hung open slightly and cooed softly when not saying things like “fuck” and “yes!” and “oh god Josh please fuck me harder” in that perfect voice of his.
Josh rolled his head back and arched upwards. So close, he was so close. He tightened his grip and felt his scrotum tightening. Within seconds he came, yelling Drake’s name. When he was done he laid there for a second in silence, not bothering about his hand or his shirt which was covered in his come, trying to hold on to his fantasy which ended in Drake coming at the same time as him, calling his name and arching his back.
“Josh?”
Josh’s eyes snapped open and he sat up, still gripping his spent cock in his hand. He looked to the door where Drake stood; his face flushed a deep shade of red, motionless and staring.
Josh hadn’t expected this. He would have looked cooler with a guitar in his hand instead.
But today, he hated working at the premier for the simple fact that Drake brought his dates there and flaunted them. Some of the girls that came through weren’t smart and Josh wondered how his stepbrother managed to find girls who were dumber than him. The other girls tended to be somewhat smart, just dumb for Drake. And Drake relished in it. The way they smelled, always fruity. The way they felt pressed up against him, soft. And of course he loved the way they tasted like sweets and fruit and everything heavenly wrapped up in simply their lips and tongue.
And Josh hated it. Not that he was jealous, or at least he wasn’t jealous of Drake. It wasn’t that he wanted those girls for his own. In fact, Josh was starting to think that he never wanted to kiss another girl again. Not that Mindy had ruined it for him. It’s just that having Drake would be so much better.
Josh rubbed his neck, remembering the feel of Drake’s lips, tongue, and teeth scraping against the skin there. That spot which Drake had marked for him and him only. Josh hadn’t even realized it until Drake pulled at his color and pointed at it with glee on the drive home from school. “Josh got some!” he exclaimed, clapping one hand on the steering wheel and slapping Josh on the shoulder with the other. Josh scrambled to get the visor down and opened the little mirror there to see the huge red welt that spotted his neck.
All color had drained from his face and he looked over at Drake with wide eyes. “Have I been walking with that on me all day?” he asked, his voice soft, trembling. Drake had shrugged and turned his attention to the road, still flickering glances to Josh’s neck, wondering who had left the mark and feeling a twinge of jealousy in his stomach.
“I guess,” he replied, frowning softly but quickly covering it with a teasing grin. “About time brother. Hope the girl was good because she marked you pretty good.” Josh didn’t reply. Drake had no idea. Josh wondered if he should keep it that way.
Josh sighed and rubbed down the counter with his rag, trying to clean a spot of melted butter, determined not to look at Drake with his date of the day. It was hard though as they were making their way to the counter, to Josh, no doubt to order something. Josh hoped this one wasn’t obsessed with pancakes.
“Hey brother!” Drake’s voice forced Josh to look up at them but not before clamping his hand over the hickey. He wished he had borrowed some of Audrey’s concealer before he had come in for work. “This is Elin. She’s from Sweden,” Drake stated excitedly, his arm wrapped tightly around the blonde’s waist. She was at least a foot taller than Drake. Josh gave a small, unfelt chuckle and sneered.
“Popcorn then?” he asked. The girl nodded and smiled brightly, saying ‘Ja!’ much like a stereotypical Swedish person would. Josh wondered where Drake found her as he grabbed the bigger tub and filled it with hopefully stale popcorn. He placed the tub on the counter and rested his palms there, leaning and he semi-glared at the girl who seemed totally oblivious.
“Thanks man. I’ll see you later,” Drake grinned as he grabbed the tub of popcorn and began guiding the taller girl towards the theater. Josh could hear her saying ‘Ja!’ excitedly to everything Drake said.
Today Josh hated working at the Premier.
“Stupid popcorn. Stupid Drake. Stupid hot, blonde, Swedish girl with her tall-ness and her ‘Ja!’s.” Josh entered the house with a door slam and mumblings under his breath as he made his way over to the couch and collapsed on it, his arms crossed over his chest and his lower lip jutted out in a pout. “What does he see in her anyways?” he asked to no one in particular. “Stupid Eeelinnn,” he whined, dragging the girl’s name out, his voice rising in octaves as if to mock Drake and the way she said her name.
“What’s got your pink panties in a twist?” Megan’s voice filtered through Josh’s party of loathing and soon enough his younger sister had taken a seat next to him and reached for the remote, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels until she found something she liked. “Don’t tell me. Drake’s gotten your pink panties into a twist, right?”
“Yeah. Who else?” Josh grumbled as he leaned back and pulled his boxers up a bit, finding that they were in fact green. “And they’re not pink.”
“Whatever you say boob,” Megan retorted, her eyes focused on the TV in front of her but she listened intently to what her brother was about to say. “What did he do this time?”
“It’s not what he did do! Because he always does it. It’s normal. I’m used to it,” he stated, saying the last to himself more than to Megan but sure she knew what he was talking about. “I mean, yeah it is what he did do, but I’m used to it, but I’m still angry,” he ranted quickly, trying to understand what he was trying to say.
“Woah, slow down there,” Megan stated, turning and facing Josh, looking at him for the first time. She took in his physical state quickly, the messy hair, the blood shot eyes, the stubble, the hickey, the wrinkled uniform, the hickey?! She stared at for a millisecond longer than allowed and mentally berated herself but knew Josh wouldn’t notice. “So what your saying is Drake brought a girl to the Premier and flaunted her in your face again?”
“Yeah!” Josh exclaimed, eyes wide as he turned his body towards Megan who shrugged and turned away.
“And you’re jealous?”
“Yeah! I mean no! No! I am not jealous of Drake. Not at all,” Josh stated, now staring at his hands, which gripped at his knees, the knuckles white.
“I didn’t say you were jealous of Drake,” Megan stated with a sigh as she turned off the TV and stood up. She smiled at Josh who looked up at her with wide eyes. He swallowed his spit and stared at her silently for a few moments.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you should get some make-up to cover that hickey, boob,” she stated with a smile, motioning to his neck before turning on her heal and bouncing her way out of the living room, up the stairs, and no doubt to her room.
Josh sunk back into the couch and gripped at his neck, hand covering the red welt that Drake had left the night before. Megan knew. Josh wished he could sink lower and disappear.
It was times like these that Josh wish he could play the guitar. That way he could sit on the couch, strum his guitar, mope, and look hot all at the same time. But that was Drake’s forte and not his. Drake. Josh fell onto his side, his head pressed into the throw pillow on the couch and he curled his legs up onto the couch and just laid there, staring at the TV, wondering what the hell he was going to do.
It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend of his own. There was Mindy and they had tried to work things out after Helen’s wedding and for a while it had worked but things got complicated when a new guy transferred at the beginning of their senior year and stole her heart and his second place at the science fair. Mindy of course got first. Josh closed his eyes and tried to stop thinking about that drama. What did he care anyways? Mindy could date anyone she wanted, even second place science fair girlfriend stealers like Danny Kempfield.
Anyways, there simply wasn’t a girl that Josh was interested in at the moment and he decided early on that he could never be attracted to Drake. Boys? Sure. Josh could handle being attracted to boys way better than he could handle being attracted to Drake. Because that made him just like every girl that was attracted to Drake. Pathetic and weak. Because that’s how Drake could make you feel when in reality it was the opposite. After all Drake needed him, it wasn’t the other way around.
Oh who was he kidding? He needed Drake, no more than ever. Josh groaned and flipped over onto his back as he looked over at his clock that sat on his desk. Drake’s curfew was in an hour, which meant Drake wouldn’t be home until two hours afterwards or until he called Josh to come pick him up.
Josh sighed and hoped he locked his door as he slipped his warm hand into his boxers and touched himself. Touching ones self never hurt anyone and neither did thinking about Drake while doing it. In fact, the only person it could possibly hurt was Josh and Josh figured since he was already thinking these thoughts, why not put them to good use? It wasn’t like he was acting out on them.
Josh wish he had the guts too. Instead he closed his eyes, tightened his grip, and pictured Drake straddling him on the couch, pulling off his blue graphics tee that accentuated his shoulders perfectly. Imaginary Drake smiled coyly down at Josh and began to undo his buckle, putting on a show for just Josh as he began to grind his hips downwards. Josh groaned and licked his lips and looked up at imaginary Drake with a small smirk on his lips. Imaginary Drake giggled and threw his belt over his shoulder before popping open the button to his jeans and pulling down the zipper, opening his pants for Josh to see that he wasn’t wearing anything. Kinky, Josh thought and wiggled his hips, his hand slowly moving up and down his shaft, squeezing lightly at the base, his thumb brushing over the head spreading the pre-come gathered there.
Imaginary Drake was now naked, his hands clutching at Josh’s shirt while he closed his eyes, gave a heavy moan, and ground harder down onto Josh. In his mind, Josh gripped Drake’s hips and pressed his thumbs against the bone. Imaginary Drake bit his lip and clawed at the elastic of Josh’s pants, pulling them down and exposing Imaginary Josh’s erection.
Real Josh began to fondle his balls and roll them in the palm of one hand while the other continued to move up and down the hard shaft, the skin pulling and bunching. Imaginary Drake sucked on his fingers and kneeled on his knees before he reached back and used the now wet fingers to stretch himself, all the while making small noises behind bit lips, his eyebrows scrunched together, his eyes closed, his neck bared and his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down twice. When imaginary Drake was done prepping himself, he reached lower and gripped Josh’s cock in his hand, guiding it to his pink, puckered, wet entrance. Imaginary Josh grabbed at imaginary Drake’s buttocks and spread the cheeks as Drake lowered himself, moaning, gasping, and panting onto Josh’s cock.
Josh moaned and squeezed his shaft harder, his hips jerking upwards and off the couch into his tight fist. With imaginary Drake now fully impaled on his cock, real Josh was close to his climax. Josh bit his lip and moaned, turning his head and muffling his voice into the couch.
Imaginary Drake now lifted himself upwards and slammed back down at an alarming rapid place, chanting Josh’s name, his nails digging into Josh’s chest as Josh gripped his hips and guided him, all the while his eyes locked with Imaginary Drake’s whose mouth hung open slightly and cooed softly when not saying things like “fuck” and “yes!” and “oh god Josh please fuck me harder” in that perfect voice of his.
Josh rolled his head back and arched upwards. So close, he was so close. He tightened his grip and felt his scrotum tightening. Within seconds he came, yelling Drake’s name. When he was done he laid there for a second in silence, not bothering about his hand or his shirt which was covered in his come, trying to hold on to his fantasy which ended in Drake coming at the same time as him, calling his name and arching his back.
“Josh?”
Josh’s eyes snapped open and he sat up, still gripping his spent cock in his hand. He looked to the door where Drake stood; his face flushed a deep shade of red, motionless and staring.
Josh hadn’t expected this. He would have looked cooler with a guitar in his hand instead.