Drake tensed slightly, not expecting the kiss but after a few minuets of Josh’s lips pressed softly and yet firmly to his own, Drake responded by pressing back. Josh sighed and tried to maneuver his body so that he was kneeling in front of Drake without breaking the kiss. To keep their lips intact while Josh moved, Drake gripped his stepbrother’s head in his hands and opened his lips allowing Josh’s tongue to join his in a tangle of wet muscle.
They had kissed before, on numerous occasions. From soft pecks on the cheeks to full blown lips pressed against lips in the heat of excitement but it never lasted more than five seconds at most. This kiss was so much different. Drake leaned down towards Josh while Josh strained his neck upwards and gripped at Drake’s thighs with his dirtied hands. They breathed heavily, each feeling the other’s breaths on their faces while they kissed and their tongues battled for dominance. Drake buried his fingers into Josh’s hair and scratched lightly at his scalp, making Josh whimper into his mouth and shiver in his grasp.
This kiss was pure. It was pleasure. It was bliss. It was heaven. And yet at the same time it was immoral, it was pain, it was misery, and it was hell. Josh would later say it was like drinking poison. Drake would later say it was like eating glass. But that didn’t stop either boy from continuing to spiral further down into hell, didn’t stop Josh from drinking poison or Drake from eating glass.
After minutes of what seemed to be eternity, the boys pulled apart slightly, Drake’s fingers still entwined in Josh’s hair, Josh’s hands still clutching at Drake’s thighs, their noses and forehead touching, feeling the other’s breath on their face. “We shouldn’t do this,” Drake whispered.
“I don’t care anymore,” Josh stated, shaking his head faintly, his hands running up Drake’s thighs to his torso. “I won’t lose this. Not now. Not when I have you like this.” He pulled back only to stand and push Drake back onto the bed as he climbed up and forward, his legs straddling Drake’s. “I can’t take anymore,” he whispered, his eyes moving quickly over Drake, taking in every detail of him, the way he laid back, his head pressed into the pillow, his lip bit, his eyes dilated, his right hand clutching at the bed sheets while the other rested near his head. They way his blue shirt had ridden up his torso, exposing his taut stomach and the small sprinkling of dark auburn hair that trailed from his stomach to his groin. “You’re always so close and yet so far away.”
“Josh.” It wasn’t a statement and yet it wasn’t a question either. Josh heaved a sigh and leaned down, closing his eyes and brushing his lips gently against Drake’s.
“You make me crazy,” he breathed and pressed his lips back to Drake’s harder, making Drake grasp and arch his body upwards so that his body ghosted Josh’s and his knees bump Josh’s thighs. Josh slipped his tongue into Drake’s mouth yet again, relishing in his taste, sweet and sour, and the feel of his tongue pressed to Drake’s, the heat, the wet, and the rapture of it all. And he wanted more. He always had wanted more. Even during that brief time when he had wanted nothing to do with Drake, deep down inside he craved him; he had itched to feel Drake near him, touching him, under him, on him, surrounding him.
They shifted on the bed, Drake responding; moving his legs from between Josh’s knees so that they were spread and his knees hugged Josh’s hips. He wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck and returned the kiss with fever while Josh propped himself up on his left hand while his right traced the contours of Drake’s exposed stomach down to the waist band of his jeans where Josh’s fingers glided over the fabric, touching the skin there softly and making Drake squirm in anticipation.
Drake gasped and broke away, trying to catch his breath while Josh’s lips traveled down his jaw, to his neck, then to the small spot right behind his ear that made Drake moan and cry out in ecstasy. “Josh, Josh, Josh,” he chanted softly, his eyes closed and his eyebrows pulled together, his long legs wrapping around Josh’s hips to bring his own hips upwards to press and rub and rut.
Josh exhaled heavily onto Drake’s neck as he ran his teeth roughly over the skin before lapping at the mark with his tongue as began to rock his hips forward and backwards, brushing their erections together through the coarse fabric of jeans and boxers. Drake’s hands clawed at his shoulders, his back, dragging up Josh’s shirt so that it bunched at his arms and neck, leaving the skin of his back bare to the cold air of the room and Drake’s short nails.
Josh whimpered slightly and pulled back so that he sat on his heels as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before throwing it to the side where it hit the closed door and landed in a soft heap on the floor. Drake’s shirt followed soon after. Drake quickly got to work on divesting his pants, his fingers fumbling clumsily with his belt buckle before working on the button and zipper of his jeans. Josh simply sat back and watched.
He took in the colors of Drake’s skin, how pale he was at his stomach and his chest but how his cheeks, ears, neck, and nipples seemed to radiate red. He watched until finally he couldn’t simply watch anymore and by then Drake had already managed to rid himself of his jeans and underwear and was now working on Josh’s, popping open the one button and then pulling down the zipper with feverish haste.
Drake paused. Josh reached down and tilted his stepbrother’s face upwards so that their eyes met. Drake thought that what was happened was too unreal, that it belonged in a movie, or play, or a novel. Josh wanted to be Romeo.
He bent down and pressed his lips to Drake’s and Drake realized that he didn’t care if it was too unreal. He just wanted Josh to keep kissing him, to keep touching him. He wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck and pulled him downwards so that they lay on the bed, Josh on top of him, and Drake pushing Josh’s jeans off with his feet.
Drake reached down, prepared to push away the last piece of resistance when Josh stopped him, pushing himself upwards and looking down at Drake with wide eyes. “Wait.” Drake paused and nodded, his fingers pushed past the elastic, softly pressing down on the skin of Josh’s hips. Josh smiled, leaned down and pressed his lips to Drake’s, making Drake give a small, pleasured cry and claw at his hips, scraping the skin and leaving small red marks there.
Josh pulled up and chuckled as he moved away and towards the left of his bed where his nightstand stood as Drake smirked and watched his stepbrother with wonder. “When did you get all that self confidence?” he asked as Josh opened the nightstand drawer and rummaged around in it.
Josh shrugged his shoulders and grinned when he felt the tub towards the back, next to the box of condoms. He pulled both out and sat back on his heels, his grin turning into a smirk that could rival Drake’s as he opened the box of condoms and pulled one sealed condom out. He then held both the bottle of lube and condom up in front of Drake for inspection. Drake threw his head back in a laugh as he grabbed the elastic of Josh’s boxers and pulled him back down again.
“Always prepared, huh?” he asked grinning.
“You know it,” Josh whispered. Drake smiled and wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck so that he could pull him down and kiss him. Drake decided he could live off of Josh’s kisses, if water and food weren’t necessary.
Josh grinned into the kiss and soon forgot about the condom and the lube which resided somewhere on the bed as his hands now roamed Drake’s body, traveling down his neck to his clavicle to his chest to his stomach to his hips… Josh paused. Slowly, but firmly, he wrapped his fingers around Drake’s cock and squeezed. Drake gasped and arched his body up and off the bed in surprise, pressing his stomach to Josh’s softly as his head fell back into the pillow, his eyes closed, and his lips open in a silent moan.
Drake took a deep breath and relaxed back onto the bed while Josh grinned and slid his palm up the shaft and then slowly back down to squeeze again at the base. “Fuck,” Drake gasped and looked at Josh who merely grinned, bent down and began to trail his lips downwards, in soft kisses and harsh nips of teeth and tongue.
Josh inhaled Drake’s scent as he swept his lips over Drake’s chest. He grinned when he felt Drake’s breathing hitch and soon encircled his lips around Drake’s right nipple and sucked. He pulled back slightly and flicked the bud with the tip of his tongue before lightly pulling at it with his teeth, causing Drake to jerk upwards and thrust up into Josh’s still slowly moving hand, caressing upwards and then back down to squeeze at the base, his other hand reaching down to caress Drake’s balls and roll them lightly in his hand.
Drake moaned loudly and bit at his bottom lip, looking over at the door and then down at Josh who slowly made his way down Drake’s torso, his teeth nipping at skin, leaving a trail of love marks in his wake. Drake clutched at the bed sheets in one hand while his eyes traveled back to the door as Josh’s lips ghosted across his hip bone, making him gasp and try desperately to reign in his labored breathing.
“Josh,” he groaned, looking back at his stepbrother who now kissed at his hips, his hand abandoning Drake’s quivering member to instead explore the skin of his hips, his inner thighs, and the curls that grew at the apex of it all. Drake whimpered at the loss of contact and spread his legs wider at Josh’s gentle prodding. “Josh, the door,” Drake murmured, closing his eyes and gasping when Josh’s fingertips ghosted at his entrance.
“What about it?” Josh asked, grinning as he reached for the bottle of lube with his left hand while his right index finger pressed lightly on the small pink puckered hole that made Drake gasp and wriggle in Josh’s grasp. Josh pulled back slightly, popping open the top of the lube and squeezing a liberal amount onto his fingers before returning to his original spot and pressing his now lubricated finger into Drake, causing his stepbrother to cry out loudly at the intrusion, his backside stinging with unbearable heat so that it was almost pleasurable, the cool gel rapidly chilling the heat that bubbled and flamed upwards making him arch off the bed and clutch at the bed sheets.
“Fuck! Fuck! Holy Fuck!” Drake cried as Josh steadily began to pump his finger in and out before adding another one which made Drake whimper and curl his toes. Josh smiled and moved up Drake’s torso so that he was leaning over him, his lips centimeters from Drake’s.
“What about the door, Drake?” he asked as he pushed a third in, stretching Drake quickly, making Drake cry out yet again.
“Bastard!” Drake cried out, his eyes stinging with tears as Josh stretched him gradually, working his thick fingers in and out of the small puckered hole that swelled, clenched, and released simultaneously. Drake bit his lip and pushed against the fingers. It felt strange, intrusive, yet wonderful all at the same time.
“What about the door?” Josh repeated, his lips at the small spot right behind Drake’s ear, his teeth scraping the skin there while his other hand returned to Drake’s now some what soft cock which he began to coax back into hardness, making Drake whimper and cry out.
“It’s not locked!” he cried out when Josh’s fingers scraped against his prostate, sending shocks of pleasure to waft through out his body, now covered in sweat. Josh grinned at his bother’s reaction, twisting his fingers to hit the spot again and make Drake convulse with pleasure.
“Doesn’t matter,” Josh breathed, pulling his fingers out and grabbed at the condom, opening it and rolling it down onto his hard shaft before placing himself at Drake’s entrance, his hand still slowly working Drake’s now hard cock. “Ready?” he whispered and Drake nodded, biting his lip and wrapping his arms around Josh’s neck, his nails already digging into the skin of Josh’s shoulders in anticipation.
Josh nodded and pushed forward slowly, stretching Drake wider with each press forward, Drake’s nails digging deeper into his skin, drawing blood while he bit into Josh’s neck to hold back his cry. Drake whimpered and clamped his legs around Josh’s waist, pulling him in to the hilt and pausing to catch his breath and get used to the feel of Josh inside of him.
That’s when it hit him. Josh was inside of him. Drake took in deep breaths and leaned back onto the bed, wiggling his hips slightly to get used to the feeling. It was incredible and Josh looked perfect over him, biting his lips, his eyes shut tight in concentration. Drake sighed and grappled at the stereo remote on Josh’s night table, turning it on so that Sugarcult filled the room.
Josh opened his eyes and looked down at Drake questioning while Drake smiled up at him and began to move his hips so that Josh slipped out slightly and was pulled back in within a matter of seconds. Josh smiled and began to move, thrusting in and out slowly, moving forward and back, the bed beginning to shake and move with them. Josh kissed Drake’s shoulders and Drake gripped at Josh’s back, and whimpered confessions of love in his ear.
Outside the room, Megan could be heard yelling and the boys knew that at any moment they could be discovered. Josh sighed and listened to the sounds Drake made. Drake grabbed at the stereo remote and turned the music up to drown them out.
They had kissed before, on numerous occasions. From soft pecks on the cheeks to full blown lips pressed against lips in the heat of excitement but it never lasted more than five seconds at most. This kiss was so much different. Drake leaned down towards Josh while Josh strained his neck upwards and gripped at Drake’s thighs with his dirtied hands. They breathed heavily, each feeling the other’s breaths on their faces while they kissed and their tongues battled for dominance. Drake buried his fingers into Josh’s hair and scratched lightly at his scalp, making Josh whimper into his mouth and shiver in his grasp.
This kiss was pure. It was pleasure. It was bliss. It was heaven. And yet at the same time it was immoral, it was pain, it was misery, and it was hell. Josh would later say it was like drinking poison. Drake would later say it was like eating glass. But that didn’t stop either boy from continuing to spiral further down into hell, didn’t stop Josh from drinking poison or Drake from eating glass.
After minutes of what seemed to be eternity, the boys pulled apart slightly, Drake’s fingers still entwined in Josh’s hair, Josh’s hands still clutching at Drake’s thighs, their noses and forehead touching, feeling the other’s breath on their face. “We shouldn’t do this,” Drake whispered.
“I don’t care anymore,” Josh stated, shaking his head faintly, his hands running up Drake’s thighs to his torso. “I won’t lose this. Not now. Not when I have you like this.” He pulled back only to stand and push Drake back onto the bed as he climbed up and forward, his legs straddling Drake’s. “I can’t take anymore,” he whispered, his eyes moving quickly over Drake, taking in every detail of him, the way he laid back, his head pressed into the pillow, his lip bit, his eyes dilated, his right hand clutching at the bed sheets while the other rested near his head. They way his blue shirt had ridden up his torso, exposing his taut stomach and the small sprinkling of dark auburn hair that trailed from his stomach to his groin. “You’re always so close and yet so far away.”
“Josh.” It wasn’t a statement and yet it wasn’t a question either. Josh heaved a sigh and leaned down, closing his eyes and brushing his lips gently against Drake’s.
“You make me crazy,” he breathed and pressed his lips back to Drake’s harder, making Drake grasp and arch his body upwards so that his body ghosted Josh’s and his knees bump Josh’s thighs. Josh slipped his tongue into Drake’s mouth yet again, relishing in his taste, sweet and sour, and the feel of his tongue pressed to Drake’s, the heat, the wet, and the rapture of it all. And he wanted more. He always had wanted more. Even during that brief time when he had wanted nothing to do with Drake, deep down inside he craved him; he had itched to feel Drake near him, touching him, under him, on him, surrounding him.
They shifted on the bed, Drake responding; moving his legs from between Josh’s knees so that they were spread and his knees hugged Josh’s hips. He wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck and returned the kiss with fever while Josh propped himself up on his left hand while his right traced the contours of Drake’s exposed stomach down to the waist band of his jeans where Josh’s fingers glided over the fabric, touching the skin there softly and making Drake squirm in anticipation.
Drake gasped and broke away, trying to catch his breath while Josh’s lips traveled down his jaw, to his neck, then to the small spot right behind his ear that made Drake moan and cry out in ecstasy. “Josh, Josh, Josh,” he chanted softly, his eyes closed and his eyebrows pulled together, his long legs wrapping around Josh’s hips to bring his own hips upwards to press and rub and rut.
Josh exhaled heavily onto Drake’s neck as he ran his teeth roughly over the skin before lapping at the mark with his tongue as began to rock his hips forward and backwards, brushing their erections together through the coarse fabric of jeans and boxers. Drake’s hands clawed at his shoulders, his back, dragging up Josh’s shirt so that it bunched at his arms and neck, leaving the skin of his back bare to the cold air of the room and Drake’s short nails.
Josh whimpered slightly and pulled back so that he sat on his heels as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before throwing it to the side where it hit the closed door and landed in a soft heap on the floor. Drake’s shirt followed soon after. Drake quickly got to work on divesting his pants, his fingers fumbling clumsily with his belt buckle before working on the button and zipper of his jeans. Josh simply sat back and watched.
He took in the colors of Drake’s skin, how pale he was at his stomach and his chest but how his cheeks, ears, neck, and nipples seemed to radiate red. He watched until finally he couldn’t simply watch anymore and by then Drake had already managed to rid himself of his jeans and underwear and was now working on Josh’s, popping open the one button and then pulling down the zipper with feverish haste.
Drake paused. Josh reached down and tilted his stepbrother’s face upwards so that their eyes met. Drake thought that what was happened was too unreal, that it belonged in a movie, or play, or a novel. Josh wanted to be Romeo.
He bent down and pressed his lips to Drake’s and Drake realized that he didn’t care if it was too unreal. He just wanted Josh to keep kissing him, to keep touching him. He wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck and pulled him downwards so that they lay on the bed, Josh on top of him, and Drake pushing Josh’s jeans off with his feet.
Drake reached down, prepared to push away the last piece of resistance when Josh stopped him, pushing himself upwards and looking down at Drake with wide eyes. “Wait.” Drake paused and nodded, his fingers pushed past the elastic, softly pressing down on the skin of Josh’s hips. Josh smiled, leaned down and pressed his lips to Drake’s, making Drake give a small, pleasured cry and claw at his hips, scraping the skin and leaving small red marks there.
Josh pulled up and chuckled as he moved away and towards the left of his bed where his nightstand stood as Drake smirked and watched his stepbrother with wonder. “When did you get all that self confidence?” he asked as Josh opened the nightstand drawer and rummaged around in it.
Josh shrugged his shoulders and grinned when he felt the tub towards the back, next to the box of condoms. He pulled both out and sat back on his heels, his grin turning into a smirk that could rival Drake’s as he opened the box of condoms and pulled one sealed condom out. He then held both the bottle of lube and condom up in front of Drake for inspection. Drake threw his head back in a laugh as he grabbed the elastic of Josh’s boxers and pulled him back down again.
“Always prepared, huh?” he asked grinning.
“You know it,” Josh whispered. Drake smiled and wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck so that he could pull him down and kiss him. Drake decided he could live off of Josh’s kisses, if water and food weren’t necessary.
Josh grinned into the kiss and soon forgot about the condom and the lube which resided somewhere on the bed as his hands now roamed Drake’s body, traveling down his neck to his clavicle to his chest to his stomach to his hips… Josh paused. Slowly, but firmly, he wrapped his fingers around Drake’s cock and squeezed. Drake gasped and arched his body up and off the bed in surprise, pressing his stomach to Josh’s softly as his head fell back into the pillow, his eyes closed, and his lips open in a silent moan.
Drake took a deep breath and relaxed back onto the bed while Josh grinned and slid his palm up the shaft and then slowly back down to squeeze again at the base. “Fuck,” Drake gasped and looked at Josh who merely grinned, bent down and began to trail his lips downwards, in soft kisses and harsh nips of teeth and tongue.
Josh inhaled Drake’s scent as he swept his lips over Drake’s chest. He grinned when he felt Drake’s breathing hitch and soon encircled his lips around Drake’s right nipple and sucked. He pulled back slightly and flicked the bud with the tip of his tongue before lightly pulling at it with his teeth, causing Drake to jerk upwards and thrust up into Josh’s still slowly moving hand, caressing upwards and then back down to squeeze at the base, his other hand reaching down to caress Drake’s balls and roll them lightly in his hand.
Drake moaned loudly and bit at his bottom lip, looking over at the door and then down at Josh who slowly made his way down Drake’s torso, his teeth nipping at skin, leaving a trail of love marks in his wake. Drake clutched at the bed sheets in one hand while his eyes traveled back to the door as Josh’s lips ghosted across his hip bone, making him gasp and try desperately to reign in his labored breathing.
“Josh,” he groaned, looking back at his stepbrother who now kissed at his hips, his hand abandoning Drake’s quivering member to instead explore the skin of his hips, his inner thighs, and the curls that grew at the apex of it all. Drake whimpered at the loss of contact and spread his legs wider at Josh’s gentle prodding. “Josh, the door,” Drake murmured, closing his eyes and gasping when Josh’s fingertips ghosted at his entrance.
“What about it?” Josh asked, grinning as he reached for the bottle of lube with his left hand while his right index finger pressed lightly on the small pink puckered hole that made Drake gasp and wriggle in Josh’s grasp. Josh pulled back slightly, popping open the top of the lube and squeezing a liberal amount onto his fingers before returning to his original spot and pressing his now lubricated finger into Drake, causing his stepbrother to cry out loudly at the intrusion, his backside stinging with unbearable heat so that it was almost pleasurable, the cool gel rapidly chilling the heat that bubbled and flamed upwards making him arch off the bed and clutch at the bed sheets.
“Fuck! Fuck! Holy Fuck!” Drake cried as Josh steadily began to pump his finger in and out before adding another one which made Drake whimper and curl his toes. Josh smiled and moved up Drake’s torso so that he was leaning over him, his lips centimeters from Drake’s.
“What about the door, Drake?” he asked as he pushed a third in, stretching Drake quickly, making Drake cry out yet again.
“Bastard!” Drake cried out, his eyes stinging with tears as Josh stretched him gradually, working his thick fingers in and out of the small puckered hole that swelled, clenched, and released simultaneously. Drake bit his lip and pushed against the fingers. It felt strange, intrusive, yet wonderful all at the same time.
“What about the door?” Josh repeated, his lips at the small spot right behind Drake’s ear, his teeth scraping the skin there while his other hand returned to Drake’s now some what soft cock which he began to coax back into hardness, making Drake whimper and cry out.
“It’s not locked!” he cried out when Josh’s fingers scraped against his prostate, sending shocks of pleasure to waft through out his body, now covered in sweat. Josh grinned at his bother’s reaction, twisting his fingers to hit the spot again and make Drake convulse with pleasure.
“Doesn’t matter,” Josh breathed, pulling his fingers out and grabbed at the condom, opening it and rolling it down onto his hard shaft before placing himself at Drake’s entrance, his hand still slowly working Drake’s now hard cock. “Ready?” he whispered and Drake nodded, biting his lip and wrapping his arms around Josh’s neck, his nails already digging into the skin of Josh’s shoulders in anticipation.
Josh nodded and pushed forward slowly, stretching Drake wider with each press forward, Drake’s nails digging deeper into his skin, drawing blood while he bit into Josh’s neck to hold back his cry. Drake whimpered and clamped his legs around Josh’s waist, pulling him in to the hilt and pausing to catch his breath and get used to the feel of Josh inside of him.
That’s when it hit him. Josh was inside of him. Drake took in deep breaths and leaned back onto the bed, wiggling his hips slightly to get used to the feeling. It was incredible and Josh looked perfect over him, biting his lips, his eyes shut tight in concentration. Drake sighed and grappled at the stereo remote on Josh’s night table, turning it on so that Sugarcult filled the room.
Josh opened his eyes and looked down at Drake questioning while Drake smiled up at him and began to move his hips so that Josh slipped out slightly and was pulled back in within a matter of seconds. Josh smiled and began to move, thrusting in and out slowly, moving forward and back, the bed beginning to shake and move with them. Josh kissed Drake’s shoulders and Drake gripped at Josh’s back, and whimpered confessions of love in his ear.
Outside the room, Megan could be heard yelling and the boys knew that at any moment they could be discovered. Josh sighed and listened to the sounds Drake made. Drake grabbed at the stereo remote and turned the music up to drown them out.