The Other Woman (Part Six)
Title: The Other Woman (Part 6/7)
Author: stttmsbwa and jannika
Pairing: Drake/Josh/Jerry. RPS.
Rating: M/R
Warnings: Real people. Slash. Sex. Crack! General Insanity.
Disclaimer: We definitely do not own these real people, because if we did I'm sure they wouldn't be let out of our houses. We like to keep our sex slaves locked up tight, thanks. Also? We'd probably have better things to do at 2am than write crack!fic. Not to mention the fact that there's no way the boys would be allowed to wear those crazy things called clothes while they're on T.V. or even out in public - we have a strict nude policy when it comes to our captive celebrities.
Summary: It was just supposed to be a little fun on the side, but they really should have known better. They should have known it would end with three broken hearts.
Author's Note: This all started when folkloric_feel posted pictures of Drake Bell and Jerry Trainor in the same shirt. That lead to a discussion of how much Miranda Cosgrove knows about the boys, which lead to us writing this fic in the comments. We're still writing it in the comments actually. We're dividing this story into parts, every part will be six of our comments. Enjoy. Feel free to tell us we're crazy.
ONE MORE AFTER THIS. BE EXCITED.
Past Chapters:
( Part Five, Part Four, Part Three, Part Two, Part one)
32. jannika:
The table was silent except for Drake's sharp intake of breath.
"I- Oh," He managed, staring across the table at Jerry. That was not what he expected to hear. Now Jerry was looking up him with big eyes and Drake had to repeat Josh's name over and over again.
"Yeah. I told you didn't want to know."
"It's not that-" Drake sighed. "You're making this really hard. You know that?"
"What exactly am I making hard?"
"Everything. Can't you just yell at me? Or at least be an ass about all this?"
"I could, but haven't we played enough games Drake?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah. We have," Drake agreed "You're amazing. You really are," he said after a minute.
"I don't need your-" Jerry started, but Drake cut him off.
"Giving you up is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I miss you sometimes. I missed you when I was alone, but I-" Drake sighed, "It's just-"
"Just that I'm not Josh?" Jerry suggested.
33. stttmsbwa:
Drake avoided the question. It shouldn't have to be answered anyway. It was quite clear the reason why Drake was not with Jerry.
There was a pause. Drake bit his lip and tried again.
I love Josh Peck, I love Josh Peck.
"Drake? Can I ask you something? And promise you won't get mad."
I will not have sex with Jerry. I will not have sex with Jerry.
Jerry beckoned Drake to bend over the table. He obliged and Jerry bent down, placing his mouth awfully close to Drake's ear.
I love Josh Peck, I love Josh Peck.
"Can't we just have one more time? One more night?"
Drake stopped breathing. He couldn't talk. He couldn't think. He leaned in to whisper his response, not even noticing the light flashing to his right.
"I want my shirt back."
34. jannika:
This was bad. So bad and so wrong, and Drake really should have taken those words back. He couldn't though, not when Jerry was giving him that look. Not when Jerry was throwing money down and practically pulling him out of the restaurant. Not when Jerry was attacking his neck the second they stepped into Jerry's car, and Jerry was whispering the dirtiest, the filthiest things Drake had ever heard.
It's all heat and lust and brain melting things and they were in Jerry's apartment before Drake knew how they got there. He was pretty sure the car ride shouldn't have gone that fast.
Then again, everything was moving fast, and there were hands and lips everywhere, and Drake was going to lose his mind because this was just that good and then, from the pockets of his suddenly very tight jeans, jeans that would make Drake Parker proud, his phone vibrated.
He reached into his pocket, planning to throw it across the room- only Josh's name was on the screen.
He didn't even have to read the text, just Josh's name was enough to send him crashing back to earth, or back into the walls of Jerry's place.
Fuck - what was he doing?.
35. stttmsbwa:
Josh was a laid back sort of guy. Didn't take things too seriously.
Which was good, since celebrities can often get a lot of heat for doing stupid thing and, more often than not, for looking like they're doing stupid things.
So when Josh recieved a text from Miranda, telling him to check out some gossip web site, Josh figured it was another really silly rumor about someone he knew. Or some more criticism for that slip-up he did a while back, the one regarding his occasional pot-hobby.
Josh had to blink a few times after the page had loaded.
What the fuck?
"DRAKE BELL AND JERRY TRAINOR, COWORKERS SLASH LOVERS???
Bell and Trainor at an LA restaraunt, leaning in for a private conversation? The actors fled the restaraunt in a hurry, off to do dirty things?"
Josh didn't even have to read the caption. The picture said enough. Drake whispering into Jerry's ear. The tilt of Drake's lips, almost grazing Jerry's skin. Jerry's eyes glowing with lust.
Taking a few seconds to calm himself down, Josh grabbed his phone and texted the stupidest question in the world.
"Where are you?"
36. jannika:
Jerry knew it was too good to be true. He knew, in the back of his mind, that it wouldn't really happen. He knew that even if it did, he'd regret it the morning, because there was really no such thing as one more time. It would just make this Drake thing harder to shake.
Still he, didn't take his hands off Drake until he absolutely had to. Until he was one hundred percent sure he'd just lost. He kept his hands on Drake while Drake smirked and pulled his phone out of jeans, as his face fell when he saw the screen. As Drake collapsed a little.
"Fuck," Drake breathed out, shaking. "I can't do this."
"Are you sure?" Jerry asked, running his hands under Drake's shirt and over his skin.
"I have to go, shit, Jerry, I'm sorry. I can't do this. I have to do," Drake said, his words coming out in a rush.
"Yeah." Jerry said, pulling back a little, but keeping one hand hooked in Drake's belt loops. "Just- one more-" He said, leaning down to kiss Drake again, promising himself it would be the last time.
"Sorry," Drake repeated, leaning up into the kiss.
"Let me go get you shirt," Jerry said, finally pulling away.
--
Drake left five minutes later, shirt in hand, features set. Jerry sat on his couch, and listened to all those voicemails he promised himself he'd delete, looked through all those pictures on his phone he knew he should get rid of.
37. stttmsbwa:
Josh was sick of waiting. Sick of not knowing for sure.
He got up and grabbed his keys.
Time to pay a visit to Chez Trainor.
It took him twenty minutes to get there, and he had blasted through two red lights and hardly paused at one stop sign. Double checking his address book to make sure he had Jerry's apartment number right, Josh gathered up all his nerves and confidence and marched into the building.
Reaching the door, almost all of his will power had left him.
What would he do if Drake answered the door? He would be dead all over again. And he couldn't do another six week vacation. He had work to do.
But Josh had to do this. It was now or never.
He knocked harshly, trying to calm his trembling hand.
Jerry answered the door and Josh was almost relieved.
Then he saw the hickey developing quite nicely on Jerry's neck.
"Where the hell - "
Jerry's dead voice interrupted him.
"He's not here. He's already gone."
Author: stttmsbwa and jannika
Pairing: Drake/Josh/Jerry. RPS.
Rating: M/R
Warnings: Real people. Slash. Sex. Crack! General Insanity.
Disclaimer: We definitely do not own these real people, because if we did I'm sure they wouldn't be let out of our houses. We like to keep our sex slaves locked up tight, thanks. Also? We'd probably have better things to do at 2am than write crack!fic. Not to mention the fact that there's no way the boys would be allowed to wear those crazy things called clothes while they're on T.V. or even out in public - we have a strict nude policy when it comes to our captive celebrities.
Summary: It was just supposed to be a little fun on the side, but they really should have known better. They should have known it would end with three broken hearts.
Author's Note: This all started when folkloric_feel posted pictures of Drake Bell and Jerry Trainor in the same shirt. That lead to a discussion of how much Miranda Cosgrove knows about the boys, which lead to us writing this fic in the comments. We're still writing it in the comments actually. We're dividing this story into parts, every part will be six of our comments. Enjoy. Feel free to tell us we're crazy.
ONE MORE AFTER THIS. BE EXCITED.
Past Chapters:
( Part Five, Part Four, Part Three, Part Two, Part one)
32. jannika:
The table was silent except for Drake's sharp intake of breath.
"I- Oh," He managed, staring across the table at Jerry. That was not what he expected to hear. Now Jerry was looking up him with big eyes and Drake had to repeat Josh's name over and over again.
"Yeah. I told you didn't want to know."
"It's not that-" Drake sighed. "You're making this really hard. You know that?"
"What exactly am I making hard?"
"Everything. Can't you just yell at me? Or at least be an ass about all this?"
"I could, but haven't we played enough games Drake?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah. We have," Drake agreed "You're amazing. You really are," he said after a minute.
"I don't need your-" Jerry started, but Drake cut him off.
"Giving you up is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I miss you sometimes. I missed you when I was alone, but I-" Drake sighed, "It's just-"
"Just that I'm not Josh?" Jerry suggested.
33. stttmsbwa:
Drake avoided the question. It shouldn't have to be answered anyway. It was quite clear the reason why Drake was not with Jerry.
There was a pause. Drake bit his lip and tried again.
I love Josh Peck, I love Josh Peck.
"Drake? Can I ask you something? And promise you won't get mad."
I will not have sex with Jerry. I will not have sex with Jerry.
Jerry beckoned Drake to bend over the table. He obliged and Jerry bent down, placing his mouth awfully close to Drake's ear.
I love Josh Peck, I love Josh Peck.
"Can't we just have one more time? One more night?"
Drake stopped breathing. He couldn't talk. He couldn't think. He leaned in to whisper his response, not even noticing the light flashing to his right.
"I want my shirt back."
34. jannika:
This was bad. So bad and so wrong, and Drake really should have taken those words back. He couldn't though, not when Jerry was giving him that look. Not when Jerry was throwing money down and practically pulling him out of the restaurant. Not when Jerry was attacking his neck the second they stepped into Jerry's car, and Jerry was whispering the dirtiest, the filthiest things Drake had ever heard.
It's all heat and lust and brain melting things and they were in Jerry's apartment before Drake knew how they got there. He was pretty sure the car ride shouldn't have gone that fast.
Then again, everything was moving fast, and there were hands and lips everywhere, and Drake was going to lose his mind because this was just that good and then, from the pockets of his suddenly very tight jeans, jeans that would make Drake Parker proud, his phone vibrated.
He reached into his pocket, planning to throw it across the room- only Josh's name was on the screen.
He didn't even have to read the text, just Josh's name was enough to send him crashing back to earth, or back into the walls of Jerry's place.
Fuck - what was he doing?.
35. stttmsbwa:
Josh was a laid back sort of guy. Didn't take things too seriously.
Which was good, since celebrities can often get a lot of heat for doing stupid thing and, more often than not, for looking like they're doing stupid things.
So when Josh recieved a text from Miranda, telling him to check out some gossip web site, Josh figured it was another really silly rumor about someone he knew. Or some more criticism for that slip-up he did a while back, the one regarding his occasional pot-hobby.
Josh had to blink a few times after the page had loaded.
What the fuck?
"DRAKE BELL AND JERRY TRAINOR, COWORKERS SLASH LOVERS???
Bell and Trainor at an LA restaraunt, leaning in for a private conversation? The actors fled the restaraunt in a hurry, off to do dirty things?"
Josh didn't even have to read the caption. The picture said enough. Drake whispering into Jerry's ear. The tilt of Drake's lips, almost grazing Jerry's skin. Jerry's eyes glowing with lust.
Taking a few seconds to calm himself down, Josh grabbed his phone and texted the stupidest question in the world.
"Where are you?"
36. jannika:
Jerry knew it was too good to be true. He knew, in the back of his mind, that it wouldn't really happen. He knew that even if it did, he'd regret it the morning, because there was really no such thing as one more time. It would just make this Drake thing harder to shake.
Still he, didn't take his hands off Drake until he absolutely had to. Until he was one hundred percent sure he'd just lost. He kept his hands on Drake while Drake smirked and pulled his phone out of jeans, as his face fell when he saw the screen. As Drake collapsed a little.
"Fuck," Drake breathed out, shaking. "I can't do this."
"Are you sure?" Jerry asked, running his hands under Drake's shirt and over his skin.
"I have to go, shit, Jerry, I'm sorry. I can't do this. I have to do," Drake said, his words coming out in a rush.
"Yeah." Jerry said, pulling back a little, but keeping one hand hooked in Drake's belt loops. "Just- one more-" He said, leaning down to kiss Drake again, promising himself it would be the last time.
"Sorry," Drake repeated, leaning up into the kiss.
"Let me go get you shirt," Jerry said, finally pulling away.
--
Drake left five minutes later, shirt in hand, features set. Jerry sat on his couch, and listened to all those voicemails he promised himself he'd delete, looked through all those pictures on his phone he knew he should get rid of.
37. stttmsbwa:
Josh was sick of waiting. Sick of not knowing for sure.
He got up and grabbed his keys.
Time to pay a visit to Chez Trainor.
It took him twenty minutes to get there, and he had blasted through two red lights and hardly paused at one stop sign. Double checking his address book to make sure he had Jerry's apartment number right, Josh gathered up all his nerves and confidence and marched into the building.
Reaching the door, almost all of his will power had left him.
What would he do if Drake answered the door? He would be dead all over again. And he couldn't do another six week vacation. He had work to do.
But Josh had to do this. It was now or never.
He knocked harshly, trying to calm his trembling hand.
Jerry answered the door and Josh was almost relieved.
Then he saw the hickey developing quite nicely on Jerry's neck.
"Where the hell - "
Jerry's dead voice interrupted him.
"He's not here. He's already gone."