At The Time (Part Two)
Title: At The Time (Part Two)
Author: stttmsbwa
Characters/Pairings: Spencer-centric, Drake/Spencer, Drake/Josh
Rating: T/PG-13
Summary: Spencer's life, at different times.
A/N: This one so goes out to folkloric_feel. She just keeps doing an amazing job with pretty banners and I just love her so. This has some crack!licious fun, so keep your peepers peeled!
Six minutes before the kiss, Spencer was pretty sure he was having the greatest fun. Ever. He also thought he was doing a wonderful impression of Grace Kelly’s Singin’ In The Rain dance, but he was a little too very much drunk to be aware of his actual awfulness. Besides, if Drake thought it was awful, he didn’t say so. In fact, he found it terribly amusing. He was getting up to join Spencer, holding his arms out. Spencer laughed and fell, feeling so safe when he fell straight into Drake’s embrace.
Three hours before the kiss and Spencer couldn’t help but be keenly aware of his attraction to Drake Parker. The Drake Parker. Who was sitting next to him. In a limo. A really pretty limo. With a sky roof and with free Mocha Cola and radio knobs and a really, really good looking rock star. And this really, really good looking rock star was talking and laughing with him, Spencer Shay. This had to be, at the time, the greatest moment of Spencer’s life. Nothing would be able to top this amazing experience with Drake Parker in a limo.
Fourteen days before the kiss found Spencer awkwardly sitting at a table in a restaurant he didn’t like talking to a woman he was maybe really afraid of. He should probably take his profile down from whynotdateme.com, especially if it’s only attracting scary specimens like this one. She was blabbity blabbity blabbing on about something that Spencer could care less about. Spencer was staring at this crazy mole she had on her chin, nodding his head blankly, and thinking about how much he couldn’t wait until the Drake Parker concert.
Eighteen months before the kiss, Spencer was picking Carly up early from school for a doctor’s appointment. He had almost forgotten (too busy digging through his closet in search of that tranquilizer gun he knew was somewhere back there. It would make an awesome addition to his sculpture on radically dangerous items that shoot out things), but Carly had left him a reminder on his phone’s calendar. So here he was, Spencer Shay, legal guardian of Carly Shay, taking her out of school for the rest of the day. The secretary gave him an amused look before paging Carly’s teacher. As Spencer leaned against the window, a very attractive female maybe a little older than him walked up to the window. “I’m here to pick up my daughter, Chelsea Rojack. Yes. Thank you.” She turned to Spencer and smiled. Spencer’s legs turned to jelly, and he had to clutch the countertop before he fell. “Here to pick up your kid?” Spencer giggled and then mentally slapped himself. “Um, no. My sister.” The lady raised her eyebrows and smirked. “How sweet of you.” Spencer nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “I love my sister.” Laughing lightly, the lady shuffled away from Spencer just a tad. “I’m sure you do.” Carly came around the corner at this moment and saw Spencer grinning crazily at the lady who was trying to look anywhere but at Spencer. Carly groaned and grabbed her brother by the edge of his sleeve. Spencer? Not smooth. At all.
Seven years before the kiss and Spencer was 19 and had never had a girlfriend, nor a date (well, no real one anyway. There were a few set ups and then that one time Spencer thought Stacey and him were going to see a movie, but then she just disappeared with another guy and Spencer ended up sitting alone watching the worst movie of his life), and he was getting pretty desperate. His friends told him that maybe he should clean the paint out from underneath his fingernails and maybe he should stop pointing out random objects and saying how awesome they would look glued together. But Spencer couldn’t help it. That’s just who he is. So when his friend Dave convinces his cousin’s friend’s sister to go out with Spencer just this one time please, Spencer tries his best to be…normal…ish. Fortunately, though, it turns out the girl is just as strange as Spencer. She enjoys Chips A-Soy! and rooting through garage sale boxes in search of castaway shoelaces (“We could go together sometime! I love random junk, too!”) What excites Spencer the most is when she tells him she loves Drake Parker. “Really? Me too!” “Oh, you like Drake Parker?” “No, I love Drake Parker.” “Not as much as me.” “Um, I beg to differ. I’m his biggest fan.” “No, I am!” “I am!” After a few more minutes of fighting and Drake Parker trivia, Spencer pushed away from the table and walked away, shouting over his shoulder, “And you can forget going garage sale shopping with me!”
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Two seconds before the kiss and Spencer has just collapsed onto Drake. Their balances are not the best, especially after polishing off an entire bottle of wine together. As Spencer laughs into Drake’s face and begins to move away, Drake tilts head, reaches up and kisses him. Spencer doesn’t know what to say. He decides words are overrated. Bending down, he kisses Drake and kisses him and kisses him and it feels amazing.
Ten minutes after the kiss, Spencer finds himself stumbling towards the bedroom with Drake Parker in his arms. Shirts ripped off. Shoes flung around. Pants getting pulled down. Spencer pushes Drake backwards until the shorter man hits the edge of the mattress. With a gentle shove, Drake falls onto the bed. Spencer gazes down at the lithe body sprawled out before him. Drake waves sheepishly at him and waggles his eyebrows. Giggling, Spencer climbs onto the bed and devours Drake’s mouth with his own.
Six hours after the kiss finds Spencer awake, hung-over, and with Drake Parker in his bed. Naked. Without clothes. Talking to him. Talking to Spencer as though being naked in Spencer’s bed with Spencer laying next to him, also naked, was so perfectly natural. “I’ve got a week until the next show.” Spencer is pretty sure that this, at the time, is the greatest moment of his life. “I think I’m gonna chill here in Seattle until then.” Spencer wants to lick every freckle on Drake’s body. “Do you, uh, maybe, I was thinking, since I’ll be around and you, like, live here and all, could I maybe - “ He was gonna need a lot of time if he planned on finding and then licking every freckle. “Stay with me?” Drake laughs and pulls Spencer’s face in for a kiss.
Six and a half hours after the kiss and Spencer wants to die of embarrassment. Drake is holding a box of videos he found under the bed. “What in the - Are these what I think they are?” Spencer blushes and reaches over to grab the box away from Drake’s hands. “The Cucumber Spanker? They are! You have porn! Under your bed!” “I, uh, give those back, please.” Drake holds the box away and picks a video out to look at the cover. “Hey, this guy kind of looks like you.” Spencer groans and buries his head into a pillow. “You’re an underground porn star?” “Was! Used to be! Years ago. I needed the money and it wasn’t so hard, kind of fun and - “ Drake cackles and jumps out of the bed. “What are we waiting for? Let’s watch them!”
34 hours after the kiss and Spencer is convinced he’s gonna go crazy if he doesn’t touch Drake right now. Drake managed to stay hidden while Carly came home and hung around the apartment for a few hours. Spencer approaches her after three, hands her fifty bucks and tells her to go do something legal and fun. Carly doesn’t question, although she does look around the apartment for a second before grabbing her purse and leaving.
Three days after the kiss finds Spencer in the kitchen mixing up cake batter. He figures he should apologize to Carly for the whole walking-in-on-the-half-naked-handcuff-thing and maybe she’ll enjoy some nice chocolate cake made by her loving big brother? Luckily, Drake has a way with women and is on the couch talking to Carly. A ring at the door and Carly gets up. Spencer glances at Drake, finding the man staring at him with a smile. Drake gets up and walks over, dipping a finger into the batter and holding it in front of Spencer’s mouth. “She’s a nice kid. Nicer than my sister. Demon woman, that one.” Spencer opens his mouth and Drake sticks his finger in, grinning as Spencer’s mouth closes around him. “Good?” Drake pulls his finger out and dips it into the batter again, sticking it in his mouth this time. Before Spencer can tell him just how effing good it is, a scream brakes the moment and a Sam launches herself onto Drake. Carly runs up behind her with Freddie carrying his camera. “Can we use you on our next show? Please please please please - “ As Drake gets dragged away, he throws a smile over his shoulder. Spencer sighs and goes back to mixing.
Four and half days after the kiss and Drake and Spencer are sitting on the couch. The apartment is empty. The T.V. is on and celebrities are having tripping contests. Spencer is seeing how long he can go without jumping Drake’s bones. It’s a fun game, because he knows it won’t be long. Drake is stretched out, slouching and resting his feet on the coffee table. Every so often Drake laughs at the T.V. and every so often Spencer twitches. Right as Spencer is ready to give in and go for it, a ring at the door makes him jump out of his seat. “Who could that be?” He swears if it’s either of the kids he’s gonna dropkick them out of the building, and opens the door prepared to tell whoever is ringing to bug off. It’s not one of the kids and it’s not one of the neighbors. It’s a stranger. A stranger about Spencer’s height with black, wavy hair and a nervous stance. “Um, excuse me. Is this the house of Carly from iCarly?” Drake is at Spencer’s shoulder in an instant. “Josh?”
Part Three
Author: stttmsbwa
Characters/Pairings: Spencer-centric, Drake/Spencer, Drake/Josh
Rating: T/PG-13
Summary: Spencer's life, at different times.
A/N: This one so goes out to folkloric_feel. She just keeps doing an amazing job with pretty banners and I just love her so. This has some crack!licious fun, so keep your peepers peeled!
Six minutes before the kiss, Spencer was pretty sure he was having the greatest fun. Ever. He also thought he was doing a wonderful impression of Grace Kelly’s Singin’ In The Rain dance, but he was a little too very much drunk to be aware of his actual awfulness. Besides, if Drake thought it was awful, he didn’t say so. In fact, he found it terribly amusing. He was getting up to join Spencer, holding his arms out. Spencer laughed and fell, feeling so safe when he fell straight into Drake’s embrace.
Three hours before the kiss and Spencer couldn’t help but be keenly aware of his attraction to Drake Parker. The Drake Parker. Who was sitting next to him. In a limo. A really pretty limo. With a sky roof and with free Mocha Cola and radio knobs and a really, really good looking rock star. And this really, really good looking rock star was talking and laughing with him, Spencer Shay. This had to be, at the time, the greatest moment of Spencer’s life. Nothing would be able to top this amazing experience with Drake Parker in a limo.
Fourteen days before the kiss found Spencer awkwardly sitting at a table in a restaurant he didn’t like talking to a woman he was maybe really afraid of. He should probably take his profile down from whynotdateme.com, especially if it’s only attracting scary specimens like this one. She was blabbity blabbity blabbing on about something that Spencer could care less about. Spencer was staring at this crazy mole she had on her chin, nodding his head blankly, and thinking about how much he couldn’t wait until the Drake Parker concert.
Eighteen months before the kiss, Spencer was picking Carly up early from school for a doctor’s appointment. He had almost forgotten (too busy digging through his closet in search of that tranquilizer gun he knew was somewhere back there. It would make an awesome addition to his sculpture on radically dangerous items that shoot out things), but Carly had left him a reminder on his phone’s calendar. So here he was, Spencer Shay, legal guardian of Carly Shay, taking her out of school for the rest of the day. The secretary gave him an amused look before paging Carly’s teacher. As Spencer leaned against the window, a very attractive female maybe a little older than him walked up to the window. “I’m here to pick up my daughter, Chelsea Rojack. Yes. Thank you.” She turned to Spencer and smiled. Spencer’s legs turned to jelly, and he had to clutch the countertop before he fell. “Here to pick up your kid?” Spencer giggled and then mentally slapped himself. “Um, no. My sister.” The lady raised her eyebrows and smirked. “How sweet of you.” Spencer nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “I love my sister.” Laughing lightly, the lady shuffled away from Spencer just a tad. “I’m sure you do.” Carly came around the corner at this moment and saw Spencer grinning crazily at the lady who was trying to look anywhere but at Spencer. Carly groaned and grabbed her brother by the edge of his sleeve. Spencer? Not smooth. At all.
Seven years before the kiss and Spencer was 19 and had never had a girlfriend, nor a date (well, no real one anyway. There were a few set ups and then that one time Spencer thought Stacey and him were going to see a movie, but then she just disappeared with another guy and Spencer ended up sitting alone watching the worst movie of his life), and he was getting pretty desperate. His friends told him that maybe he should clean the paint out from underneath his fingernails and maybe he should stop pointing out random objects and saying how awesome they would look glued together. But Spencer couldn’t help it. That’s just who he is. So when his friend Dave convinces his cousin’s friend’s sister to go out with Spencer just this one time please, Spencer tries his best to be…normal…ish. Fortunately, though, it turns out the girl is just as strange as Spencer. She enjoys Chips A-Soy! and rooting through garage sale boxes in search of castaway shoelaces (“We could go together sometime! I love random junk, too!”) What excites Spencer the most is when she tells him she loves Drake Parker. “Really? Me too!” “Oh, you like Drake Parker?” “No, I love Drake Parker.” “Not as much as me.” “Um, I beg to differ. I’m his biggest fan.” “No, I am!” “I am!” After a few more minutes of fighting and Drake Parker trivia, Spencer pushed away from the table and walked away, shouting over his shoulder, “And you can forget going garage sale shopping with me!”
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Two seconds before the kiss and Spencer has just collapsed onto Drake. Their balances are not the best, especially after polishing off an entire bottle of wine together. As Spencer laughs into Drake’s face and begins to move away, Drake tilts head, reaches up and kisses him. Spencer doesn’t know what to say. He decides words are overrated. Bending down, he kisses Drake and kisses him and kisses him and it feels amazing.
Ten minutes after the kiss, Spencer finds himself stumbling towards the bedroom with Drake Parker in his arms. Shirts ripped off. Shoes flung around. Pants getting pulled down. Spencer pushes Drake backwards until the shorter man hits the edge of the mattress. With a gentle shove, Drake falls onto the bed. Spencer gazes down at the lithe body sprawled out before him. Drake waves sheepishly at him and waggles his eyebrows. Giggling, Spencer climbs onto the bed and devours Drake’s mouth with his own.
Six hours after the kiss finds Spencer awake, hung-over, and with Drake Parker in his bed. Naked. Without clothes. Talking to him. Talking to Spencer as though being naked in Spencer’s bed with Spencer laying next to him, also naked, was so perfectly natural. “I’ve got a week until the next show.” Spencer is pretty sure that this, at the time, is the greatest moment of his life. “I think I’m gonna chill here in Seattle until then.” Spencer wants to lick every freckle on Drake’s body. “Do you, uh, maybe, I was thinking, since I’ll be around and you, like, live here and all, could I maybe - “ He was gonna need a lot of time if he planned on finding and then licking every freckle. “Stay with me?” Drake laughs and pulls Spencer’s face in for a kiss.
Six and a half hours after the kiss and Spencer wants to die of embarrassment. Drake is holding a box of videos he found under the bed. “What in the - Are these what I think they are?” Spencer blushes and reaches over to grab the box away from Drake’s hands. “The Cucumber Spanker? They are! You have porn! Under your bed!” “I, uh, give those back, please.” Drake holds the box away and picks a video out to look at the cover. “Hey, this guy kind of looks like you.” Spencer groans and buries his head into a pillow. “You’re an underground porn star?” “Was! Used to be! Years ago. I needed the money and it wasn’t so hard, kind of fun and - “ Drake cackles and jumps out of the bed. “What are we waiting for? Let’s watch them!”
34 hours after the kiss and Spencer is convinced he’s gonna go crazy if he doesn’t touch Drake right now. Drake managed to stay hidden while Carly came home and hung around the apartment for a few hours. Spencer approaches her after three, hands her fifty bucks and tells her to go do something legal and fun. Carly doesn’t question, although she does look around the apartment for a second before grabbing her purse and leaving.
Three days after the kiss finds Spencer in the kitchen mixing up cake batter. He figures he should apologize to Carly for the whole walking-in-on-the-half-naked-handcuff-thing and maybe she’ll enjoy some nice chocolate cake made by her loving big brother? Luckily, Drake has a way with women and is on the couch talking to Carly. A ring at the door and Carly gets up. Spencer glances at Drake, finding the man staring at him with a smile. Drake gets up and walks over, dipping a finger into the batter and holding it in front of Spencer’s mouth. “She’s a nice kid. Nicer than my sister. Demon woman, that one.” Spencer opens his mouth and Drake sticks his finger in, grinning as Spencer’s mouth closes around him. “Good?” Drake pulls his finger out and dips it into the batter again, sticking it in his mouth this time. Before Spencer can tell him just how effing good it is, a scream brakes the moment and a Sam launches herself onto Drake. Carly runs up behind her with Freddie carrying his camera. “Can we use you on our next show? Please please please please - “ As Drake gets dragged away, he throws a smile over his shoulder. Spencer sighs and goes back to mixing.
Four and half days after the kiss and Drake and Spencer are sitting on the couch. The apartment is empty. The T.V. is on and celebrities are having tripping contests. Spencer is seeing how long he can go without jumping Drake’s bones. It’s a fun game, because he knows it won’t be long. Drake is stretched out, slouching and resting his feet on the coffee table. Every so often Drake laughs at the T.V. and every so often Spencer twitches. Right as Spencer is ready to give in and go for it, a ring at the door makes him jump out of his seat. “Who could that be?” He swears if it’s either of the kids he’s gonna dropkick them out of the building, and opens the door prepared to tell whoever is ringing to bug off. It’s not one of the kids and it’s not one of the neighbors. It’s a stranger. A stranger about Spencer’s height with black, wavy hair and a nervous stance. “Um, excuse me. Is this the house of Carly from iCarly?” Drake is at Spencer’s shoulder in an instant. “Josh?”
Part Three