What Santa Does
Title: What Santa Does
Author: stttmsbwa
Pairing: Drake/Josh
Summary:
A/N: Inspired by the amazingly drool worthy, jaw dropping Merry Christmas Drake & Josh promo that's had the fandom in pandemonium these past days.
Josh glared at the grinning Santa, bending over to place the handful of presents onto the ground.
"Why, if it isn't Santa's little helper!"
"Why, if it isn't Santa the man whore."
Drake pouted. "Aw, c'mon Joshie. She said she was an extra good girl this year. I think that means she deserves a special kind of prize."
Shaking his head in frustration, Josh began to assort the numerous packages. Drake grinned as an idea came to mind, straightening his beard and clearing his throat.
"And speaking of being good this year, do you know who else has been on their best behavior?"
Not stopping his work, Josh rolled his eyes. "What do you think you deserve now, Drake?"
Laughing deeper than usual, trying his best to emphasize some "ho, ho, hos", Drake clapped his hands against his thighs.
"Not me, silly Josh! You."
Hesitating, Josh raised his gaze up at Drake's. "What?"
"And all the good girls and all the good boys deserve extra special prizes."
Up went one of Josh's eyebrows.
"Would you like your prize a little early?"
Up went the other eyebrow.
"And by early, I mean at this very second."
Up went Josh. Up he pulled Drake. Lips collided and hands pulled at clothes.
"Gah, Santa needs a shave."
"That can easily be taken care of."
Drake ripped the fake beard off and pulled Josh against him again. Josh managed to work Drake out of his polyester Santa jacket and to guide them both back to the Santa seat. Pushing gently, Drake sat Josh down and climbed onto his lap.
Heated kisses and soft moans and quick, little thrusts and both boys became lost in each other, in ever touch, every nip, every skin-on-skin contact, and just as Josh started reaching for the thin, black belt holding up Santa's pants -
"Hey, guys, we're about to film the public nudity scene. What are - AGHH!"
Drake jerked away quickly, falling backwards and hitting the ground with a thump. Josh froze completely, staring dumbstruck at the intruder. Miranda had flung her arms over her eyes, peaking timidly to check if the coast was clear.
"Miranda!"
"Guys!"
"We!"
"You."
"Um!"
Josh shook his head. Drake was such a basket case when he panicked. Josh shrugged his shoulders apologetically at the grimacing girl, giving her a toothy grin.
"Sorry?"
"You're sorry? I'm sorry I volunteered to come find you. Should have known you'd be committing some debauchery. Should have let Jerry come find you, that's what I should've done."
Drake's gaze wandered as he began to think about something Josh was sure was very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Miranda didn't notice and continued to rant.
"All I needed to tell you was to stop sucking face - and those are Dan's words, not mine - and get your butts ready to film the next scene."
She turned to walk off the set, shaking her head as she muttered to herself.
Josh shot a look at the disheveled Drake. The fallen red head giggled and waved bashfully. Just as Josh started to reach for Drake, to at least have a few more minutes of "debauchery," Miranda poked her head from around a fake wall and snarkily called out at them.
"Oh, and I'm pretty sure that's not what Santa does!"
Author: stttmsbwa
Pairing: Drake/Josh
Summary:
A/N: Inspired by the amazingly drool worthy, jaw dropping Merry Christmas Drake & Josh promo that's had the fandom in pandemonium these past days.
Josh glared at the grinning Santa, bending over to place the handful of presents onto the ground.
"Why, if it isn't Santa's little helper!"
"Why, if it isn't Santa the man whore."
Drake pouted. "Aw, c'mon Joshie. She said she was an extra good girl this year. I think that means she deserves a special kind of prize."
Shaking his head in frustration, Josh began to assort the numerous packages. Drake grinned as an idea came to mind, straightening his beard and clearing his throat.
"And speaking of being good this year, do you know who else has been on their best behavior?"
Not stopping his work, Josh rolled his eyes. "What do you think you deserve now, Drake?"
Laughing deeper than usual, trying his best to emphasize some "ho, ho, hos", Drake clapped his hands against his thighs.
"Not me, silly Josh! You."
Hesitating, Josh raised his gaze up at Drake's. "What?"
"And all the good girls and all the good boys deserve extra special prizes."
Up went one of Josh's eyebrows.
"Would you like your prize a little early?"
Up went the other eyebrow.
"And by early, I mean at this very second."
Up went Josh. Up he pulled Drake. Lips collided and hands pulled at clothes.
"Gah, Santa needs a shave."
"That can easily be taken care of."
Drake ripped the fake beard off and pulled Josh against him again. Josh managed to work Drake out of his polyester Santa jacket and to guide them both back to the Santa seat. Pushing gently, Drake sat Josh down and climbed onto his lap.
Heated kisses and soft moans and quick, little thrusts and both boys became lost in each other, in ever touch, every nip, every skin-on-skin contact, and just as Josh started reaching for the thin, black belt holding up Santa's pants -
"Hey, guys, we're about to film the public nudity scene. What are - AGHH!"
Drake jerked away quickly, falling backwards and hitting the ground with a thump. Josh froze completely, staring dumbstruck at the intruder. Miranda had flung her arms over her eyes, peaking timidly to check if the coast was clear.
"Miranda!"
"Guys!"
"We!"
"You."
"Um!"
Josh shook his head. Drake was such a basket case when he panicked. Josh shrugged his shoulders apologetically at the grimacing girl, giving her a toothy grin.
"Sorry?"
"You're sorry? I'm sorry I volunteered to come find you. Should have known you'd be committing some debauchery. Should have let Jerry come find you, that's what I should've done."
Drake's gaze wandered as he began to think about something Josh was sure was very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Miranda didn't notice and continued to rant.
"All I needed to tell you was to stop sucking face - and those are Dan's words, not mine - and get your butts ready to film the next scene."
She turned to walk off the set, shaking her head as she muttered to herself.
Josh shot a look at the disheveled Drake. The fallen red head giggled and waved bashfully. Just as Josh started to reach for Drake, to at least have a few more minutes of "debauchery," Miranda poked her head from around a fake wall and snarkily called out at them.
"Oh, and I'm pretty sure that's not what Santa does!"