He didn’t know what to do. He’d never been a situation like this before. How many people had? And really, who doesn’t lock the door when they’re fucking masturbating? Drake stood there, his hand still on the door knob ready to close it while his other clenched around the flyer he had found at the mall, one that no doubt would make Josh pee his pants in excitement if Drake every got around to showing him it. He didn’t know if he could at the moment, seeing as how is body was just not listening to his brain and moving out the room like he wanted to.
And Josh looked like he was about to cry. His eyes were wide, the edges just beginning to turn red and look glossy, the telltale sign that he was going to cry. If that didn’t give it away, his bottom lip quivering was. Drake hated it when Josh cried or looked like he was about to cry. He couldn’t stand it. It broke him really. Nobody else could do it, except for maybe Megan and his mom but that was understandable. They were blood, Josh wasn’t.
Drake wondered what he should say. It wasn’t like it wasn’t the first time Drake had walked in on Josh during a private moment. He had multiple times but this was the first time he heard Josh say anything. Hell, while he was going out with Mindy, he masturbated but he never said her name. So why was he saying his?
He took a deep breath and closed the door before taking quick staggering steps towards the couch. Josh tensed and grabbed something, what Drake wasn’t too sure. His eyes were locked on Josh’s face and nothing else. Because it was safer that way. He stopped a foot away from the couch and swallowed. He watched Josh’s eyes follow the movement of his Adam’s apple, no doubt bobbing from the swallow so he swallowed again and tried not to gag when nothing came down. His mouth was dry.
“Josh?” he croaked, his hands balled, the flyer crackling in his grasp as he crumbled it further with the clenching of his hand. Josh opened his mouth and then snapped it shut.
“Humah-guh-gah-guy-I-w-w-wa-was-j-just-I-w-was-just,” he started, tripping over his words, his tongue heavy, his mouth dry, and his hands clenching at the pillow he had grabbed and situated over his lap.
Drake shifted from one foot to the other and waved his arms, cutting Josh off. Drake knew what he had been doing. It was obvious, especially now when he was so close to Josh, close enough in fact that he could smell it. “I know what you were doing Josh, it was pretty obvious!” he blurted, hands held out, flier now crumbled into a makeshift stress ball which Drake pumped in his one hand while he took another breath and tried to approach the next comment he would make with tact.
Josh sat on the couch and looked down at his lap as he felt his face burn, along with his neck and ears which were no doubt red. He looked back up at Drake, his eyes scanning his stepbrother’s face for something. Drake bit his tongue and made a noise. It didn’t sound happy.
“I can explain,” Josh began but was yet again cut off by Drake waving his arms and shaking his head violently.
“You said my name!” he shouted, the volume making Josh jump a bit and cower. Drake pointed at him, shaking his finger, at least that’s what Josh thought, but it was hard to tell as Drake was shaking in general. “You said my name!” he repeated, louder than the last, eyes wide, mouth slack and all Josh could do was sit there and wonder how the hell he had gotten in the position in the first place.
“You. Said. My. Name!” Drake yelled a third time, punctuating each word with a jab of his shaking finger which was still pointed at Josh. Josh’s eyes darted around the room as he began to hyperventilate before he jumped up and pointed at Drake with his clean hand, the other still clutching the throw pillow to his lap.
“Well so did you!” Josh yelled. It was the truth after all. If Drake hadn’t been all seductive the night before, Josh was sure that he wouldn’t have called out Drake’s name now.
“No I didn’t!” Drake yelled back and Josh shook his head and walked around the couch, finger still shaking at Josh.
“Yes you did! You did! You did this! You were all on me! Licking, and biting, and touching!” Josh yelled. Drake backed away and shook his head, squeezing he flyer harder in his clenched palm while he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to remember what the hell Josh was going on about. “You poisoned me!” Josh yelled, close to hysterics. “You put a spell on me! Take it off! Take it off!”
“I did no such thing!” Drake squeaked angrily, offended. He didn’t know how to do magic. That was all Josh. If anyone put a spell on anyone, it was Josh putting one on Drake, not the other way around.
The next thing they knew, the door to their room slammed open and Megan stood there, glaring at them angrily. “Will you boobs shut up?” she growled, not at all noticing the state of her brothers, how Josh’s pants were still slightly hanging off of him or that he was clutching a pillow to his groin. When both boys were silent she smiled, turned around and closed the door behind her.
Josh turned back to Drake and pointed his finger at him. “You started this Drake, last night. It’s not my fault,’ Josh whispered angrily.
“What do you mean I started this last night? Last night I was passed out!”
“Before you passed out!”
“You told me nothing happened!” Drake yelled outraged, glaring at Josh who cowered back slightly but still glared down at Drake, willing the other boy to shrink back at the use of his full height but Drake didn’t.
“Quiet!” Megan’s voice boomed from the other side of the door, both Josh and Drake flickering a look at it before turning the eye contact back on each other.
“Besides, I didn’t sit you down on that couch and force you to call my name while you came!” Josh stood for a second silent, mouth slack, and dumbfounded. It was the truth. It made perfect sense. And it was bound to happen anyways Josh realized.
He sat down on his bed and groaned. This was not how he had planned it. He was supposed to fall in love with some beautiful smart woman who worked at NASA, get married, have two children, and have Drake live in the basement while he worked on becoming the next big thing since The Beatles. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with his stepbrother.
“Josh?” Drake whispered. Josh had been silent for the past five minuets as his lip was quivering again. Josh looked up at Drake and bit his lip. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say. He had a feeling that “Sorry Drake, it won’t happen again,” wouldn’t work in the current situation.
He fumbled for the right words and sighed when he simply couldn’t find them. Josh felt horrible and felt even worse when he felt his eyes begin to sting. He closed his eyes and looked away, silently begging Drake to just leave and give him one last shred if dignity.
But Drake didn’t. Instead he got down on his knees and reached to turn Josh’s head towards his so he could see him. Drake would be lying if he said he didn’t feel weird about the entire situation but he wasn’t grossed out. If anything he was actually flattered by it and perhaps a bit turned on. He’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to Josh because he was.
“Josh,” he murmured, holding Josh’s face in his hands. “Open your eyes Josh.” Josh shook his head and took a deep breath. “Why not?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this,” he whispered, trying desperately not to sigh at the feel of Drake’s hands.
“Josh I’ve seen you cry before. I’ve seen you jack off before. It isn’t that big of a deal. I blew it out of proportion. Please don’t cry.” Josh shook his head in Drake’s hands and opened his eyes which were red and welling with tears.
“You had a right to! I said your name, Drake. Anyone would be freaked out. You were in your right.”
“Yeah but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way, now please don’t cry. I can’t handle it when you cry. I makes me want to cry,” he stated with a slight chuckle, causing Josh to smile and blush too.
“You mean it?” he whispered.
“Mean what? Watching you cry makes me want to cry? Yeah, all the time.” Josh shook his head and gripped one of Drake’s hands in his clean one.
“No. That you feel the same way. Do you mean that?” Drake swallowed the lump in his throat and watched as Josh’s eyes flickered down to his neck and back up to his eyes again before cautiously nodding. Josh nodded his head along with Drake and leaned forward, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to Drake’s in a kiss.
And Josh looked like he was about to cry. His eyes were wide, the edges just beginning to turn red and look glossy, the telltale sign that he was going to cry. If that didn’t give it away, his bottom lip quivering was. Drake hated it when Josh cried or looked like he was about to cry. He couldn’t stand it. It broke him really. Nobody else could do it, except for maybe Megan and his mom but that was understandable. They were blood, Josh wasn’t.
Drake wondered what he should say. It wasn’t like it wasn’t the first time Drake had walked in on Josh during a private moment. He had multiple times but this was the first time he heard Josh say anything. Hell, while he was going out with Mindy, he masturbated but he never said her name. So why was he saying his?
He took a deep breath and closed the door before taking quick staggering steps towards the couch. Josh tensed and grabbed something, what Drake wasn’t too sure. His eyes were locked on Josh’s face and nothing else. Because it was safer that way. He stopped a foot away from the couch and swallowed. He watched Josh’s eyes follow the movement of his Adam’s apple, no doubt bobbing from the swallow so he swallowed again and tried not to gag when nothing came down. His mouth was dry.
“Josh?” he croaked, his hands balled, the flyer crackling in his grasp as he crumbled it further with the clenching of his hand. Josh opened his mouth and then snapped it shut.
“Humah-guh-gah-guy-I-w-w-wa-was-j-just-I-w-was-just,” he started, tripping over his words, his tongue heavy, his mouth dry, and his hands clenching at the pillow he had grabbed and situated over his lap.
Drake shifted from one foot to the other and waved his arms, cutting Josh off. Drake knew what he had been doing. It was obvious, especially now when he was so close to Josh, close enough in fact that he could smell it. “I know what you were doing Josh, it was pretty obvious!” he blurted, hands held out, flier now crumbled into a makeshift stress ball which Drake pumped in his one hand while he took another breath and tried to approach the next comment he would make with tact.
Josh sat on the couch and looked down at his lap as he felt his face burn, along with his neck and ears which were no doubt red. He looked back up at Drake, his eyes scanning his stepbrother’s face for something. Drake bit his tongue and made a noise. It didn’t sound happy.
“I can explain,” Josh began but was yet again cut off by Drake waving his arms and shaking his head violently.
“You said my name!” he shouted, the volume making Josh jump a bit and cower. Drake pointed at him, shaking his finger, at least that’s what Josh thought, but it was hard to tell as Drake was shaking in general. “You said my name!” he repeated, louder than the last, eyes wide, mouth slack and all Josh could do was sit there and wonder how the hell he had gotten in the position in the first place.
“You. Said. My. Name!” Drake yelled a third time, punctuating each word with a jab of his shaking finger which was still pointed at Josh. Josh’s eyes darted around the room as he began to hyperventilate before he jumped up and pointed at Drake with his clean hand, the other still clutching the throw pillow to his lap.
“Well so did you!” Josh yelled. It was the truth after all. If Drake hadn’t been all seductive the night before, Josh was sure that he wouldn’t have called out Drake’s name now.
“No I didn’t!” Drake yelled back and Josh shook his head and walked around the couch, finger still shaking at Josh.
“Yes you did! You did! You did this! You were all on me! Licking, and biting, and touching!” Josh yelled. Drake backed away and shook his head, squeezing he flyer harder in his clenched palm while he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to remember what the hell Josh was going on about. “You poisoned me!” Josh yelled, close to hysterics. “You put a spell on me! Take it off! Take it off!”
“I did no such thing!” Drake squeaked angrily, offended. He didn’t know how to do magic. That was all Josh. If anyone put a spell on anyone, it was Josh putting one on Drake, not the other way around.
The next thing they knew, the door to their room slammed open and Megan stood there, glaring at them angrily. “Will you boobs shut up?” she growled, not at all noticing the state of her brothers, how Josh’s pants were still slightly hanging off of him or that he was clutching a pillow to his groin. When both boys were silent she smiled, turned around and closed the door behind her.
Josh turned back to Drake and pointed his finger at him. “You started this Drake, last night. It’s not my fault,’ Josh whispered angrily.
“What do you mean I started this last night? Last night I was passed out!”
“Before you passed out!”
“You told me nothing happened!” Drake yelled outraged, glaring at Josh who cowered back slightly but still glared down at Drake, willing the other boy to shrink back at the use of his full height but Drake didn’t.
“Quiet!” Megan’s voice boomed from the other side of the door, both Josh and Drake flickering a look at it before turning the eye contact back on each other.
“Besides, I didn’t sit you down on that couch and force you to call my name while you came!” Josh stood for a second silent, mouth slack, and dumbfounded. It was the truth. It made perfect sense. And it was bound to happen anyways Josh realized.
He sat down on his bed and groaned. This was not how he had planned it. He was supposed to fall in love with some beautiful smart woman who worked at NASA, get married, have two children, and have Drake live in the basement while he worked on becoming the next big thing since The Beatles. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with his stepbrother.
“Josh?” Drake whispered. Josh had been silent for the past five minuets as his lip was quivering again. Josh looked up at Drake and bit his lip. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say. He had a feeling that “Sorry Drake, it won’t happen again,” wouldn’t work in the current situation.
He fumbled for the right words and sighed when he simply couldn’t find them. Josh felt horrible and felt even worse when he felt his eyes begin to sting. He closed his eyes and looked away, silently begging Drake to just leave and give him one last shred if dignity.
But Drake didn’t. Instead he got down on his knees and reached to turn Josh’s head towards his so he could see him. Drake would be lying if he said he didn’t feel weird about the entire situation but he wasn’t grossed out. If anything he was actually flattered by it and perhaps a bit turned on. He’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to Josh because he was.
“Josh,” he murmured, holding Josh’s face in his hands. “Open your eyes Josh.” Josh shook his head and took a deep breath. “Why not?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this,” he whispered, trying desperately not to sigh at the feel of Drake’s hands.
“Josh I’ve seen you cry before. I’ve seen you jack off before. It isn’t that big of a deal. I blew it out of proportion. Please don’t cry.” Josh shook his head in Drake’s hands and opened his eyes which were red and welling with tears.
“You had a right to! I said your name, Drake. Anyone would be freaked out. You were in your right.”
“Yeah but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way, now please don’t cry. I can’t handle it when you cry. I makes me want to cry,” he stated with a slight chuckle, causing Josh to smile and blush too.
“You mean it?” he whispered.
“Mean what? Watching you cry makes me want to cry? Yeah, all the time.” Josh shook his head and gripped one of Drake’s hands in his clean one.
“No. That you feel the same way. Do you mean that?” Drake swallowed the lump in his throat and watched as Josh’s eyes flickered down to his neck and back up to his eyes again before cautiously nodding. Josh nodded his head along with Drake and leaned forward, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to Drake’s in a kiss.