Encounters
Title: Encounters
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Josh wants Drake to hurry up and put the moves on him.
A/N: I don't know why, but instead of doing my homework, I wrote this. I swear it's crack. Just read.
It was a typical evening in the Parker-Nichols household.
Audrey and Walter were out enjoying some quality time together at a nice restaurant. Walter was testing out a new part in his hairline, and Audrey was trying her best not to laugh, managing to choke on her lasagna only slightly.
Megan was sleeping over at a friend's house, probably plotting with her fellow preteen evil-wenches-in-training. There was no telling what sort of mischief she would get up to after a night of girly giggling and planning.
Mischief that could be foretold was the mischief Drake Parker and Josh Nichols would get up to with an empty house and no interruptions.
Drake sat on his bed, strumming the chorus line to a new song. Josh was reading on the couch. Or, well, "reading." His eyes kept gazing over the same sentence, only to hit the period and realize he hadn't actually taken in anything.
All he could think was, "Is Drake going to make a move? Is Drake going to come to me?"
It was driving Josh crazy.
Memories of past encounters haunted Josh, making him silently urge Drake, beg Drake, tempt Drake to please, fuck please drop the guitar and sex me up.
Past encounters that include exchanged glances that lead to joking suggestions that lead to curious questions that lead to shy chances that lead to lust-driven actions that lead to two naked boys, panting and thrusting and never feeling so damn good.
Past encounters that include confused confrontations that lead to frightened confessions that lead to shocking revelations that lead to blissful kisses that lead to more lust-driven actions that lead to two naked boys, moaning and gripping tightly and never feeling so damn good again.
These past encounters just kept getting better and better and Josh wanted more. Wanted more so bad.
So, so bad.
More.
Want.
Bad.
So what the hell was Drake waiting for?
Josh wanted another encounter.
Now.
Fucking now.
Scowling and looking up from his book, Josh glared at Drake. The red head didn't even notice, so wrapped up in his music.
Throwing the book to the floor, Josh stood up and made his way to Drake's loft bed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Drake looked up from his playing, a look of slight surprise on his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not making your move."
Drake smirked at Josh's flustered face.
"What if I don't wanna? What if I want you to make the move?"
Josh folded his arms and scrunched up his nose.
"It would be out of character of me."
Drake tilted his head back and laughed.
"Josh, you've already broken character."
"Have not! And if I did, you broke first!"
"Drake Parker, enthralled by his own music making. Sounds in character to me."
"No, that sounds more like Drake Bell. Drake Parker would be thinking of all sorts of ways to sex up Josh Nichols. I don't see you sexing me up."
Drake grinned and placed his guitar on the bed beside him.
"I'm sorry. Let me get back into character."
Josh bit back the smile that threatened to burst.
"That's more like it."
Josh walked back to the couch and picked up his book, going back to his "reading."
Shaking his head lightly, Drake looked up at the ceiling of the set and hoped to God that no crew members were within hearing distance.
Things were about to get super kinky. Of fanfiction proportions.
And so, as I was saying, it was a typical evening in the Parker-Nichols household.
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Josh wants Drake to hurry up and put the moves on him.
A/N: I don't know why, but instead of doing my homework, I wrote this. I swear it's crack. Just read.
It was a typical evening in the Parker-Nichols household.
Audrey and Walter were out enjoying some quality time together at a nice restaurant. Walter was testing out a new part in his hairline, and Audrey was trying her best not to laugh, managing to choke on her lasagna only slightly.
Megan was sleeping over at a friend's house, probably plotting with her fellow preteen evil-wenches-in-training. There was no telling what sort of mischief she would get up to after a night of girly giggling and planning.
Mischief that could be foretold was the mischief Drake Parker and Josh Nichols would get up to with an empty house and no interruptions.
Drake sat on his bed, strumming the chorus line to a new song. Josh was reading on the couch. Or, well, "reading." His eyes kept gazing over the same sentence, only to hit the period and realize he hadn't actually taken in anything.
All he could think was, "Is Drake going to make a move? Is Drake going to come to me?"
It was driving Josh crazy.
Memories of past encounters haunted Josh, making him silently urge Drake, beg Drake, tempt Drake to please, fuck please drop the guitar and sex me up.
Past encounters that include exchanged glances that lead to joking suggestions that lead to curious questions that lead to shy chances that lead to lust-driven actions that lead to two naked boys, panting and thrusting and never feeling so damn good.
Past encounters that include confused confrontations that lead to frightened confessions that lead to shocking revelations that lead to blissful kisses that lead to more lust-driven actions that lead to two naked boys, moaning and gripping tightly and never feeling so damn good again.
These past encounters just kept getting better and better and Josh wanted more. Wanted more so bad.
So, so bad.
More.
Want.
Bad.
So what the hell was Drake waiting for?
Josh wanted another encounter.
Now.
Fucking now.
Scowling and looking up from his book, Josh glared at Drake. The red head didn't even notice, so wrapped up in his music.
Throwing the book to the floor, Josh stood up and made his way to Drake's loft bed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Drake looked up from his playing, a look of slight surprise on his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not making your move."
Drake smirked at Josh's flustered face.
"What if I don't wanna? What if I want you to make the move?"
Josh folded his arms and scrunched up his nose.
"It would be out of character of me."
Drake tilted his head back and laughed.
"Josh, you've already broken character."
"Have not! And if I did, you broke first!"
"Drake Parker, enthralled by his own music making. Sounds in character to me."
"No, that sounds more like Drake Bell. Drake Parker would be thinking of all sorts of ways to sex up Josh Nichols. I don't see you sexing me up."
Drake grinned and placed his guitar on the bed beside him.
"I'm sorry. Let me get back into character."
Josh bit back the smile that threatened to burst.
"That's more like it."
Josh walked back to the couch and picked up his book, going back to his "reading."
Shaking his head lightly, Drake looked up at the ceiling of the set and hoped to God that no crew members were within hearing distance.
Things were about to get super kinky. Of fanfiction proportions.
And so, as I was saying, it was a typical evening in the Parker-Nichols household.