5 things jerry trainor knows about josh peck
Title: 5 Things Jerry Trainor Knows About Josh Peck
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating/Warnings: M/R, RPS
Summary: Jerry knows a few things about Josh.
A/N: Gah. I'm rusty. And I'm overflowing with ideas. This just had to be written. Very angsty. Not as perfect as I'd like. Enjoy!
Also in this series:
5 Things Drake Bell Knows About Jerry Trainor
5 Things Josh Peck Knows About Drake Bell
and
Best. Friend. Ever.
5. Josh Peck has a very beautiful smile.
This is something Jerry often has trouble with.
With what? Fucking everything.
When Josh is supposed to be playing a frightened Josh running away from his spastic Steve, the slightest crack of a smile and Jerry drops character.
There's just something about Josh's lips curling up to reveal a row a shiny white teeth that sends Jerry reeling.
Like when the crew is hanging out after filming, standing outside the set building, sharing some laughs. Josh will stand, shoulders leaning against the brick, a cigarette dangling between the fingers in his right hand. Just as he pulls in to take a drag, he smiles softly. As if he knows what he's about to do will irritate someone in the group.
Jerry watches carefully as Josh smiles those smoky smiles at Drake, the redhead pointedly looking away from the scene. His own silent argument against Josh's nicotine habit.
And Jerry looses it, because those smiles? They drive him crazy.
Especially when those smiles cannot be contained. When Josh and Drake reappear from wherever they had wandered off to. Slightly breathless. Looking rumpled. A bit sweaty. And the make-up lady has to touch up Drake's neck. And Josh can't help but smile all over the fucking set.
And Jerry goes out of his mind.
Every smile reminds him.
Every goddamn one of them.
Remind him of the fact that, he? Jerry Trainor?
He is not Josh Peck.
That those beautiful smiles aren't his.
4. Josh is an effortlessly natural comedian.
To give himself credit, Jerry could say he is a pretty damn good comedian himself.
But in comparison to Josh Peck? Well, Jerry knew he was beat.
Josh had a way of coming up with jokes in such short notice, it's almost as if he knew ahead of time what people were going to say. Josh could set up an entire routine in a matter of minutes, all based upon a comment made by another person.
It blew Jerry's mind.
Like when during script rehearsal and someone would slip up a line, Josh could instantly think of a line in response.
Always had people laughing.
People loved to be around Josh.
Drake loved to be around Josh.
And because of this, Jerry loved to be around Josh.
And because Drake was Drake, he would try to keep everyone in tune to his own liking.
"Josh, you don't mind if Jerry comes along with us for lunch today, right?"
Josh had grinned and nodded. Drake, too busy with gathering up his jacket, didn't notice Josh turning to glance at Jerry. Didn't even fully hear what Josh would say.
"Not a problem. From what I can figure, Jerry's good at coming with you Drake."
Those damn jokes.
That damn Josh.
3. Josh is a perfect friend.
Or, well, pretty damn near close to perfect anyhow.
All the stories.
Countless stories.
Josh has done this.
Josh has done that.
Sounds like a fucking saint.
When Miranda is having issues, she'd rant and rave to Drake and then go to Josh for advice. When Dan is working on a crossword puzzle, he'd ask Josh to give it a look over (and it pissed Jerry off even more that Josh almost always had something to add). When someone needed a jar opened or a box lifted, Josh is the first person to pop up to lend a hand.
Always helping. Always being so fucking perfect.
Josh is there for Drake. For anything. Immediately. All Drake had to do was call. And sometimes he didn't and that was all Josh needed to come to Drake's rescue.
He is the ICE number in Drake's cell phone. (Jerry knew, he had looked. Countless times.)
He is the name Drake murmured in his sleep. (Jerry knew, he'd heard it. Countless times.)
He is Drake's knight in shining armor. (Jerry knew, he just knew.)
And Jerry knew it.
He knew it.
He didn't needed to be reminded every day.
Any chance to keep Drake a little longer. Keep Drake from that friend (brother, hero, lover, knight).
Jerry takes them. Pulls Drake back into his embrace. Kisses him a little harder. Grips his arms a little tighter. Begs. Pleads. Whimpers. Pouts.
Josh is Drake's knight in fucking shining armor.
Fine.
Then Jerry is the dragon keeping the redheaded princess locked away. For as long as he can.
2. Josh is very attractive.
The bright eyes. The tall, broad figure. The smirking lips.
And Josh's lack of self confidence only makes him even more attractive.
And it kills Jerry to admit this, but he's a man and he'll confess.
Josh Peck is damn sexy.
He's no Drake Bell, but, well, who is?
Josh, though. He has a way of being unaware of his own beauty, and it only intensifies what he has.
Jerry is a masochist, he must say. A seriously fucked up masochist.
Whenever he sees Drake waggle his eyebrows (eyebrows that had waggled to Jerry just the night before) and Josh take Drake's hand (a hand that Jerry had gripped tightly not 24 hours ago) and the two sneak away to have some private time, what does Jerry do?
He follows.
He watches.
And it's better than porn.
It's better than that one night in Belize with the South American twins.
It's nearly better than every singe moment he's spent with Drake.
And as Jerry conceals himself behind a wall, a prop, an anything, and as Drake lets himself get pushed against a wall, a prop, an anything, Josh glances down at Drake midkiss. Questioning. Wondering. Pontificating.
And Jerry knows what Josh is thinking, because Drake knows what Josh is thinking.
"Don't even ask. My God, Josh. You turn me on every single moment of my life. You're so damn sexy, I almost can't stand it. So don't you give me that look. Now kiss me, you big oaf."
And it breaks Jerry's heart.
And it pains him.
And he watches.
And, fuck, is it hot.
1. It's always Josh.
To Drake, it's always Josh.
Even when it technically isn't, Jerry can still trace it back to Josh.
"This place! Let's go here! It's my favorite in this district. It has awesome masala dosa. Try some of that. God, this is good! I remember my first time coming here. I had to drag Josh across the street..."
Even when it should be about Jerry, it's still about Josh.
"I'm coming over. I can come over, right? Good. I'm on my way. Tough day in the studio. Just can't get this one track down the way I want to. And then my producer started talking about cut backs, and I had to fight for this one song I can't let them get rid of. And Josh had to cancel our dinner plans. Some stupid interview. Okay, I'm coming up..."
If Jerry had any will power (which he so didn't), he'd tell Drake no. No, you can't come over. You're lonely and using me to replace your unavailable boyfriend. Go home. Sleep. Call Josh in the morning. (But he doesn't. He opens his door and lunges at the shorter man, pulls him into his apartment, hastily yanks off all his clothes, presses against him, guides him to the bedroom and falls onto him, into him, in love with him even more with every kiss, gasp, touch, thrust.)
And Jerry knows. Jerry knows that Drake has to bite his tongue so often.
"Guh, oh, J-, mmm, Jerry. Fuck, yes. God, yes, Jo- ah, Jerry."
And yet Jerry can't stop. He wants more. More. More.
And even though Jerry knows Drake keeps giving it to him, he also knows that it's not Jerry's name Drake is screaming in his head.
And yet.
Jerry knows that it will always be Josh.
In the end, it's always Josh.
When the end will come, Jerry doesn't know. (And he can't decide if he wants it to never come, or to just hurry up and happen.)
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating/Warnings: M/R, RPS
Summary: Jerry knows a few things about Josh.
A/N: Gah. I'm rusty. And I'm overflowing with ideas. This just had to be written. Very angsty. Not as perfect as I'd like. Enjoy!
Also in this series:
5 Things Drake Bell Knows About Jerry Trainor
5 Things Josh Peck Knows About Drake Bell
and
Best. Friend. Ever.
5. Josh Peck has a very beautiful smile.
This is something Jerry often has trouble with.
With what? Fucking everything.
When Josh is supposed to be playing a frightened Josh running away from his spastic Steve, the slightest crack of a smile and Jerry drops character.
There's just something about Josh's lips curling up to reveal a row a shiny white teeth that sends Jerry reeling.
Like when the crew is hanging out after filming, standing outside the set building, sharing some laughs. Josh will stand, shoulders leaning against the brick, a cigarette dangling between the fingers in his right hand. Just as he pulls in to take a drag, he smiles softly. As if he knows what he's about to do will irritate someone in the group.
Jerry watches carefully as Josh smiles those smoky smiles at Drake, the redhead pointedly looking away from the scene. His own silent argument against Josh's nicotine habit.
And Jerry looses it, because those smiles? They drive him crazy.
Especially when those smiles cannot be contained. When Josh and Drake reappear from wherever they had wandered off to. Slightly breathless. Looking rumpled. A bit sweaty. And the make-up lady has to touch up Drake's neck. And Josh can't help but smile all over the fucking set.
And Jerry goes out of his mind.
Every smile reminds him.
Every goddamn one of them.
Remind him of the fact that, he? Jerry Trainor?
He is not Josh Peck.
That those beautiful smiles aren't his.
4. Josh is an effortlessly natural comedian.
To give himself credit, Jerry could say he is a pretty damn good comedian himself.
But in comparison to Josh Peck? Well, Jerry knew he was beat.
Josh had a way of coming up with jokes in such short notice, it's almost as if he knew ahead of time what people were going to say. Josh could set up an entire routine in a matter of minutes, all based upon a comment made by another person.
It blew Jerry's mind.
Like when during script rehearsal and someone would slip up a line, Josh could instantly think of a line in response.
Always had people laughing.
People loved to be around Josh.
Drake loved to be around Josh.
And because of this, Jerry loved to be around Josh.
And because Drake was Drake, he would try to keep everyone in tune to his own liking.
"Josh, you don't mind if Jerry comes along with us for lunch today, right?"
Josh had grinned and nodded. Drake, too busy with gathering up his jacket, didn't notice Josh turning to glance at Jerry. Didn't even fully hear what Josh would say.
"Not a problem. From what I can figure, Jerry's good at coming with you Drake."
Those damn jokes.
That damn Josh.
3. Josh is a perfect friend.
Or, well, pretty damn near close to perfect anyhow.
All the stories.
Countless stories.
Josh has done this.
Josh has done that.
Sounds like a fucking saint.
When Miranda is having issues, she'd rant and rave to Drake and then go to Josh for advice. When Dan is working on a crossword puzzle, he'd ask Josh to give it a look over (and it pissed Jerry off even more that Josh almost always had something to add). When someone needed a jar opened or a box lifted, Josh is the first person to pop up to lend a hand.
Always helping. Always being so fucking perfect.
Josh is there for Drake. For anything. Immediately. All Drake had to do was call. And sometimes he didn't and that was all Josh needed to come to Drake's rescue.
He is the ICE number in Drake's cell phone. (Jerry knew, he had looked. Countless times.)
He is the name Drake murmured in his sleep. (Jerry knew, he'd heard it. Countless times.)
He is Drake's knight in shining armor. (Jerry knew, he just knew.)
And Jerry knew it.
He knew it.
He didn't needed to be reminded every day.
Any chance to keep Drake a little longer. Keep Drake from that friend (brother, hero, lover, knight).
Jerry takes them. Pulls Drake back into his embrace. Kisses him a little harder. Grips his arms a little tighter. Begs. Pleads. Whimpers. Pouts.
Josh is Drake's knight in fucking shining armor.
Fine.
Then Jerry is the dragon keeping the redheaded princess locked away. For as long as he can.
2. Josh is very attractive.
The bright eyes. The tall, broad figure. The smirking lips.
And Josh's lack of self confidence only makes him even more attractive.
And it kills Jerry to admit this, but he's a man and he'll confess.
Josh Peck is damn sexy.
He's no Drake Bell, but, well, who is?
Josh, though. He has a way of being unaware of his own beauty, and it only intensifies what he has.
Jerry is a masochist, he must say. A seriously fucked up masochist.
Whenever he sees Drake waggle his eyebrows (eyebrows that had waggled to Jerry just the night before) and Josh take Drake's hand (a hand that Jerry had gripped tightly not 24 hours ago) and the two sneak away to have some private time, what does Jerry do?
He follows.
He watches.
And it's better than porn.
It's better than that one night in Belize with the South American twins.
It's nearly better than every singe moment he's spent with Drake.
And as Jerry conceals himself behind a wall, a prop, an anything, and as Drake lets himself get pushed against a wall, a prop, an anything, Josh glances down at Drake midkiss. Questioning. Wondering. Pontificating.
And Jerry knows what Josh is thinking, because Drake knows what Josh is thinking.
"Don't even ask. My God, Josh. You turn me on every single moment of my life. You're so damn sexy, I almost can't stand it. So don't you give me that look. Now kiss me, you big oaf."
And it breaks Jerry's heart.
And it pains him.
And he watches.
And, fuck, is it hot.
1. It's always Josh.
To Drake, it's always Josh.
Even when it technically isn't, Jerry can still trace it back to Josh.
"This place! Let's go here! It's my favorite in this district. It has awesome masala dosa. Try some of that. God, this is good! I remember my first time coming here. I had to drag Josh across the street..."
Even when it should be about Jerry, it's still about Josh.
"I'm coming over. I can come over, right? Good. I'm on my way. Tough day in the studio. Just can't get this one track down the way I want to. And then my producer started talking about cut backs, and I had to fight for this one song I can't let them get rid of. And Josh had to cancel our dinner plans. Some stupid interview. Okay, I'm coming up..."
If Jerry had any will power (which he so didn't), he'd tell Drake no. No, you can't come over. You're lonely and using me to replace your unavailable boyfriend. Go home. Sleep. Call Josh in the morning. (But he doesn't. He opens his door and lunges at the shorter man, pulls him into his apartment, hastily yanks off all his clothes, presses against him, guides him to the bedroom and falls onto him, into him, in love with him even more with every kiss, gasp, touch, thrust.)
And Jerry knows. Jerry knows that Drake has to bite his tongue so often.
"Guh, oh, J-, mmm, Jerry. Fuck, yes. God, yes, Jo- ah, Jerry."
And yet Jerry can't stop. He wants more. More. More.
And even though Jerry knows Drake keeps giving it to him, he also knows that it's not Jerry's name Drake is screaming in his head.
And yet.
Jerry knows that it will always be Josh.
In the end, it's always Josh.
When the end will come, Jerry doesn't know. (And he can't decide if he wants it to never come, or to just hurry up and happen.)