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Title: Late Night Show
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: Hard R/M, major smut
Summary: Drake wants to have a little fun at 2 am.
A/N: Written in honor of folkloric_feel and her safe return. We've missed you! Also, this is my first time with this much smut. So, well, yeah. Ahem.
They were in San Diego, home for the weekend, and Drake had the most amazing idea.
It was a perfect night for a movie.
Drake had it all planned out.
First he had to call up his good old friend Helen.
"Well if it isn't my favorite little musician. How are you Drake Parker?"
"Pretty famous, how are you?"
Her laugh crackled through Drake's cell.
"Still the little charmer, aren't you? Now, tell me. What do you want?"
Drake grinned.
--
The keys jangled and the noise echoed off of the brick walls.
"I can't believe you managed to get those keys off of Helen. What is she doing still running this place anyways?"
"Owns it, actually. Now shhhhhh."
"Drake, no one's here. It's two in the morning. There's no need for shhhhhing."
Inserting the doorkey into it's slot, Drake turned his wrist and opened the front entrance.
"You're ruining the moment, so just shhhhh."
As they shuffled into the theater, the keys continued to jangle.
--
Running up to the dimly lit food counter, Drake launched himself upwards to seat himself on the glass.
"Just like the good old days, right Josh?"
Turning his head about and looking all around, Josh smiled wistfully and walked slowly towards Drake.
"Yeah, good old days. Hey! They switched the table placements. And repainted that wall."
"It feels as though it were yesterday that I'd come in here and order a soda from this very counter."
"And they got a new corn dog machine. And you never paid for any of those sodas."
"I've got this strange feeling that someone we know is just gonna pop out of the shadows, like Crazy Steve or something."
"Who's Crazy Steve?"
Spencer's face shifted from curiosity to confusion as Josh and Drake burst into laughter.
--
"So why are we here, Drake?"
Drake swung his legs and smirked. Spencer and Josh stood before him, the two taller boys staring at the musician with suspicion.
"Well, I thought I might get the chance to see a really good show."
Josh crossed his arms.
"At two in the morning?"
"A special viewing. For one."
Spencer raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of show?"
Drake bit his lip.
"The NC-17 kind."
--
Drake was slowly coming undone.
He had the best seat in the world for the most amazing show of his life.
He was one lucky bastard.
Sitting on a table from the cafe area, Drake watched with rapt attention as Josh and Spencer had sex on the candy counter
--
They had been a little apprehensive at first.
"What?"
"Come again?"
Drake had blushed a little before clearing his throat.
"I would like it very much please if you'd have sex in this theater lobby and allowed me to watch."
Josh's expression was priceless. Mouth slack, eyes bugging, eyebrows raised.
Spencer's brow was scrunched up in thought, hand holding his chin.
Josh had turned to Spencer, and Spencer had turned to Josh. Soundlessly exchanging thoughts, the boys turned back to Drake.
--
Josh felt a little foolish. After all, he had worked at the Premiere for a good chunk of his teenage life.
He most certainly had never thought of having sex in there.
Okay.
That's an outright lie.
He had though of having sex in the Premiere plenty of times.
But that was sex with Drake, Mindy, Drake, and even once Crazy Steve.
Sex with Spencer? Spencer Shay?
Quite possibly the second love of his life?
Well, can you blame him for feeling a little awkward?
Then again, can you blame him for loosing all this awkwardness as soon as Spencer laid a hand onto his forearm?
--
Spencer was in a whirlwind of emotions.
He was about to have sex with Josh in a movie theater.
While Drake watches.
He didn't know if he should be extremely weirded out or extremely turned on.
As he catches Josh's eyes, though, he knows it must definitively be turned on.
He reaches for Josh's arm and then looses control.
--
The sex begins almost suddenly.
Spencer touches Josh and Josh gasps lightly and then Spencer just pounces.
Josh is suddenly pressed against the glass of the counter, lower back pinned into the corner of the case.
Spencer's hands run down Josh's sides and his lips find Josh's and Josh pulls Spencer closer and moans.
Working Josh out of his shirt, Spencer rips off his own and leans down to bite Josh's collarbone. Josh moans again and sifts his fingers through Spencer's hair.
Pants are unbuckled and unbuttoned and they fall to the ground. One pair of boxers and one pair of boxer briefs are shed.
Spencer grabs Josh's face and kisses him deeply, tongue swooping the inside of Josh's mouth. Josh sighs and gently sucks, hands resting on Spencer's hips.
Growling lowly, Spencer lifts Josh up by his armpits and places him onto the counter. Josh lands with a squeak as Spencer breaks the kiss for a moment to jump onto the counter himself.
The boys reconnect mouths with vigor, Spencer pushing Josh down on the glass and crawling to hover above him. Spencer moves Josh's knees to nestle up and adjacent to his shoulders.
Josh trembles as Spencer's kisses trail to Josh's neck. Panting out small groans and gasps, Josh tilts his head to find Drake's location.
Drake sits on the red table, legs crossed, one leg giggling with anticipation, one hand covering his mouth, small beads of sweat gathering on his forehead, face blushing scarlet, eyes glazed over with lust.
The sight makes Josh moan loudly.
Feeling encouraged, Spencer trails his tongue to Josh's ear, grabbing his earlobe and tugging gently. As he follows the inside rim of Josh's ear with the tip of his tongue, Spencer whispers, "Keep your mouth open."
Josh obliges, quickly finding his mouth filled with Spencer's fingers. He closes his mouth around them, swirling his tongue and sucking hard. Spencer pulls his hand out and reaches between the two of them, grabbing Josh's lips again as he slowly begins to enter Josh.
His gaze only wanders a little, but Josh tries his best to keep his eyes connected with Drake. As Spencer works Josh to preparation, Josh keeps his eyes on Drake's. As Spencer enters Josh, groaning and jerking, Josh focuses on Drake. As Spencer thrusts a second time, sliding himself all the way inside, Josh flinches and opens his eyes to find Drake's.
The rhythm starts slow, Spencer's breath hitching as he manages to stay conscious while he trusts in and out, in and out, in and out. Josh begins to mutter incoherent thoughts throughout, fragments like, "Mmm, oh God yeah," and "Fuck, Spence, fuck," and "Love, ah, love you, so much," and "So good, Drake, so good."
Drake doesn't realize he's biting his finger until he feels the pain. It barely fazes him though.
He is going to burst just watching.
Fuck.
Spencer snakes a hand to grip Josh's erection, finding a matching rhythm to bring Josh with him.
The thrusts and strokes grow frantic, fast, unstable. Drake's heartbeat quickens, breaths coming and going in short puffs.
Josh breaks first, crying out and arching up and coming hard. Spencer falls apart a thrust later, muttering "Josh, oh, fuck" and slamming in one more time.
As they relax and regroup, Spencer find's Josh's gaze and follows it's point of interest.
A shaking Drake is sitting on his table, legs tensely crossed and teeth biting his hand. His face is fully flushed and his pupils are dilated and full of want.
Releasing his hold on his hand, Drake coughs to clear his throat.
"Wow. Just, fucking wow."
Spencer grins wickedly and bends down to whisper into Josh's ear. Josh smiles widely and nods, eyes never leaving Drake's.
The two boys slowly get up and make their way over to Drake.
The shorter doesn't move an inch, watching and waiting.
Josh moves Drake's hand out of the way and captures Drake's lips with his own. Drake immediately melts into the touch, moaning and uncrossing his legs to tilt his hips upward. Spencer reaches out to unzip Drake's fly and pull off his pants. Then his underwear.
And then Spencer bends down and opens his mouth and inching closer and
Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
Drake is gasping and stammering, but Josh keeps kissing him, sliding his tongue lazily against Drake's.
Another tongue is working Drake to completion further down, Spencer's hands resting on Drake's thighs and Spencer's mouth sliding up and down, up and down, up and down.
It only takes a few minutes and Drake is screaming into Josh's mouth and thrusting into Spencer's mouth and gripping Spencer's hair with one tight fist and Josh' hair with the other and then he's gone and so gone and nothing ever felt so good and he's coming so hard and so long and fuck -
And then Drake opens his eyes.
Josh and Spencer are standing in front of him, both of them grinning and glowing and Drake can't help but give them both a satisfied smirk.
--
After the boys had rested up for a bit, Josh had to convince them that it would be an awful and rude idea to not clean up their mess.
"But Joshie!"
"Drake Parker, clean up your come! Right now!"
Spencer giggled and Josh glared.
"I'm serious you guys. Let's get this done so we can go back home."
Drake snickered, running a towel over the red table he had dirtied. "We're gonna have to sneak in. Like the good old days."
Josh smiled as he wiped off the glass counter. "Yeah, the good old days."
Spencer stopped his mopping, a thought hitting him.
"Wait. You guys never explained who Crazy Steve was."
The boys laughed and laughed and Spencer was still confused.
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: Hard R/M, major smut
Summary: Drake wants to have a little fun at 2 am.
A/N: Written in honor of folkloric_feel and her safe return. We've missed you! Also, this is my first time with this much smut. So, well, yeah. Ahem.
They were in San Diego, home for the weekend, and Drake had the most amazing idea.
It was a perfect night for a movie.
Drake had it all planned out.
First he had to call up his good old friend Helen.
"Well if it isn't my favorite little musician. How are you Drake Parker?"
"Pretty famous, how are you?"
Her laugh crackled through Drake's cell.
"Still the little charmer, aren't you? Now, tell me. What do you want?"
Drake grinned.
--
The keys jangled and the noise echoed off of the brick walls.
"I can't believe you managed to get those keys off of Helen. What is she doing still running this place anyways?"
"Owns it, actually. Now shhhhhh."
"Drake, no one's here. It's two in the morning. There's no need for shhhhhing."
Inserting the doorkey into it's slot, Drake turned his wrist and opened the front entrance.
"You're ruining the moment, so just shhhhh."
As they shuffled into the theater, the keys continued to jangle.
--
Running up to the dimly lit food counter, Drake launched himself upwards to seat himself on the glass.
"Just like the good old days, right Josh?"
Turning his head about and looking all around, Josh smiled wistfully and walked slowly towards Drake.
"Yeah, good old days. Hey! They switched the table placements. And repainted that wall."
"It feels as though it were yesterday that I'd come in here and order a soda from this very counter."
"And they got a new corn dog machine. And you never paid for any of those sodas."
"I've got this strange feeling that someone we know is just gonna pop out of the shadows, like Crazy Steve or something."
"Who's Crazy Steve?"
Spencer's face shifted from curiosity to confusion as Josh and Drake burst into laughter.
--
"So why are we here, Drake?"
Drake swung his legs and smirked. Spencer and Josh stood before him, the two taller boys staring at the musician with suspicion.
"Well, I thought I might get the chance to see a really good show."
Josh crossed his arms.
"At two in the morning?"
"A special viewing. For one."
Spencer raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of show?"
Drake bit his lip.
"The NC-17 kind."
--
Drake was slowly coming undone.
He had the best seat in the world for the most amazing show of his life.
He was one lucky bastard.
Sitting on a table from the cafe area, Drake watched with rapt attention as Josh and Spencer had sex on the candy counter
--
They had been a little apprehensive at first.
"What?"
"Come again?"
Drake had blushed a little before clearing his throat.
"I would like it very much please if you'd have sex in this theater lobby and allowed me to watch."
Josh's expression was priceless. Mouth slack, eyes bugging, eyebrows raised.
Spencer's brow was scrunched up in thought, hand holding his chin.
Josh had turned to Spencer, and Spencer had turned to Josh. Soundlessly exchanging thoughts, the boys turned back to Drake.
--
Josh felt a little foolish. After all, he had worked at the Premiere for a good chunk of his teenage life.
He most certainly had never thought of having sex in there.
Okay.
That's an outright lie.
He had though of having sex in the Premiere plenty of times.
But that was sex with Drake, Mindy, Drake, and even once Crazy Steve.
Sex with Spencer? Spencer Shay?
Quite possibly the second love of his life?
Well, can you blame him for feeling a little awkward?
Then again, can you blame him for loosing all this awkwardness as soon as Spencer laid a hand onto his forearm?
--
Spencer was in a whirlwind of emotions.
He was about to have sex with Josh in a movie theater.
While Drake watches.
He didn't know if he should be extremely weirded out or extremely turned on.
As he catches Josh's eyes, though, he knows it must definitively be turned on.
He reaches for Josh's arm and then looses control.
--
The sex begins almost suddenly.
Spencer touches Josh and Josh gasps lightly and then Spencer just pounces.
Josh is suddenly pressed against the glass of the counter, lower back pinned into the corner of the case.
Spencer's hands run down Josh's sides and his lips find Josh's and Josh pulls Spencer closer and moans.
Working Josh out of his shirt, Spencer rips off his own and leans down to bite Josh's collarbone. Josh moans again and sifts his fingers through Spencer's hair.
Pants are unbuckled and unbuttoned and they fall to the ground. One pair of boxers and one pair of boxer briefs are shed.
Spencer grabs Josh's face and kisses him deeply, tongue swooping the inside of Josh's mouth. Josh sighs and gently sucks, hands resting on Spencer's hips.
Growling lowly, Spencer lifts Josh up by his armpits and places him onto the counter. Josh lands with a squeak as Spencer breaks the kiss for a moment to jump onto the counter himself.
The boys reconnect mouths with vigor, Spencer pushing Josh down on the glass and crawling to hover above him. Spencer moves Josh's knees to nestle up and adjacent to his shoulders.
Josh trembles as Spencer's kisses trail to Josh's neck. Panting out small groans and gasps, Josh tilts his head to find Drake's location.
Drake sits on the red table, legs crossed, one leg giggling with anticipation, one hand covering his mouth, small beads of sweat gathering on his forehead, face blushing scarlet, eyes glazed over with lust.
The sight makes Josh moan loudly.
Feeling encouraged, Spencer trails his tongue to Josh's ear, grabbing his earlobe and tugging gently. As he follows the inside rim of Josh's ear with the tip of his tongue, Spencer whispers, "Keep your mouth open."
Josh obliges, quickly finding his mouth filled with Spencer's fingers. He closes his mouth around them, swirling his tongue and sucking hard. Spencer pulls his hand out and reaches between the two of them, grabbing Josh's lips again as he slowly begins to enter Josh.
His gaze only wanders a little, but Josh tries his best to keep his eyes connected with Drake. As Spencer works Josh to preparation, Josh keeps his eyes on Drake's. As Spencer enters Josh, groaning and jerking, Josh focuses on Drake. As Spencer thrusts a second time, sliding himself all the way inside, Josh flinches and opens his eyes to find Drake's.
The rhythm starts slow, Spencer's breath hitching as he manages to stay conscious while he trusts in and out, in and out, in and out. Josh begins to mutter incoherent thoughts throughout, fragments like, "Mmm, oh God yeah," and "Fuck, Spence, fuck," and "Love, ah, love you, so much," and "So good, Drake, so good."
Drake doesn't realize he's biting his finger until he feels the pain. It barely fazes him though.
He is going to burst just watching.
Fuck.
Spencer snakes a hand to grip Josh's erection, finding a matching rhythm to bring Josh with him.
The thrusts and strokes grow frantic, fast, unstable. Drake's heartbeat quickens, breaths coming and going in short puffs.
Josh breaks first, crying out and arching up and coming hard. Spencer falls apart a thrust later, muttering "Josh, oh, fuck" and slamming in one more time.
As they relax and regroup, Spencer find's Josh's gaze and follows it's point of interest.
A shaking Drake is sitting on his table, legs tensely crossed and teeth biting his hand. His face is fully flushed and his pupils are dilated and full of want.
Releasing his hold on his hand, Drake coughs to clear his throat.
"Wow. Just, fucking wow."
Spencer grins wickedly and bends down to whisper into Josh's ear. Josh smiles widely and nods, eyes never leaving Drake's.
The two boys slowly get up and make their way over to Drake.
The shorter doesn't move an inch, watching and waiting.
Josh moves Drake's hand out of the way and captures Drake's lips with his own. Drake immediately melts into the touch, moaning and uncrossing his legs to tilt his hips upward. Spencer reaches out to unzip Drake's fly and pull off his pants. Then his underwear.
And then Spencer bends down and opens his mouth and inching closer and
Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
Drake is gasping and stammering, but Josh keeps kissing him, sliding his tongue lazily against Drake's.
Another tongue is working Drake to completion further down, Spencer's hands resting on Drake's thighs and Spencer's mouth sliding up and down, up and down, up and down.
It only takes a few minutes and Drake is screaming into Josh's mouth and thrusting into Spencer's mouth and gripping Spencer's hair with one tight fist and Josh' hair with the other and then he's gone and so gone and nothing ever felt so good and he's coming so hard and so long and fuck -
And then Drake opens his eyes.
Josh and Spencer are standing in front of him, both of them grinning and glowing and Drake can't help but give them both a satisfied smirk.
--
After the boys had rested up for a bit, Josh had to convince them that it would be an awful and rude idea to not clean up their mess.
"But Joshie!"
"Drake Parker, clean up your come! Right now!"
Spencer giggled and Josh glared.
"I'm serious you guys. Let's get this done so we can go back home."
Drake snickered, running a towel over the red table he had dirtied. "We're gonna have to sneak in. Like the good old days."
Josh smiled as he wiped off the glass counter. "Yeah, the good old days."
Spencer stopped his mopping, a thought hitting him.
"Wait. You guys never explained who Crazy Steve was."
The boys laughed and laughed and Spencer was still confused.