Boobs In Love, Chapter 1/3
Title: Boobs In Love
Author: gmth
Pairing: Drake Parker/Josh Nichols
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to other people and I'm playing with it without their permission.
Summary: Drake and Josh find Megan's new hobby very inspiring.
Warning: Slashy stepbrothers. Crossposted to drakexjosh.
Author's notes: I didn't plan to post this as a WIP, but I'm loving it so much and having such a good time writing it, I just had to start sharing it. Inspired in part by this fic by stttmsbwa. Also, OMG, this is the first fic I've written solely because I wanted to (as opposed to something written for a challenge commitment) in about 800 years.
It was one of those perfect summer evenings that made Josh glad his family lived in San Diego. The air was warm without being overly so, with a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean to help dry the beads of perspiration curling the ends of his hair. He whistled one of Drake's songs as he headed toward home, tossing the basketball from hand to hand and occasionally dribbling it on the sidewalk in front of him. He walked with a spring in his step, pleased with himself over the six baskets he'd scored. His team had still lost, of course, but by only twenty-five points this time instead of the usual forty plus. That was practically winning, as far as Josh was concerned.
The outside lights were already on by the time he reached the house. The motion sensor flashed on as he ducked through the fence at the side of the house, and he took advantage of the sudden flood of light to take one more shot at the hoop in the backyard before going inside. Ten minutes and thirty missed shots later, his hair was dripping with sweat again. He trudged into the house with his head hung, consoling himself with the fact that at least he didn't hit himself in the face with the ball anymore.
Megan was hunched over the dining room table, scribbling furiously in a spiral-bound notebook as he trudged past. "Hey, Megs," he said, and she grunted an acknowledgement without looking up. Shrugging, he tucked the basketball under his arm and passed through to the kitchen.
She was still at it a few minutes later when he re-emerged, swallowing the last bite of his apple. She was bent so low over her work her nose was practically touching the pen as it flew across the page. Josh stopped in the doorway, watching her; just then she stopped writing and looked off into space, tapping the pen against her pursed lips. "Hmm..." she murmured thoughtfully, angling her head to read what she had written. Then, "No," in a tone that sounded close to disgust, and she lowered the pen again and slashed lines through a large section of the text.
"What're you doing?" Josh said, his curiosity getting the better of him. He edged closer to the table and craned his neck to see if he could catch a glimpse of what she was writing, but no luck. The cramped script was too small, and he was too far away.
"What?" she said distractedly, dragging her attention away from the page in front of her. As though she had finally realized there was another person in the room, her eyes snapped into focus on his face and she slammed the notebook shut. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Josh replied, feeling a bit like a kid who'd been caught pilfering cookies half an hour before dinner was to be ready. "I was just wondering what you were doing, that's all."
"Homework," she huffed, clasping the green notebook to her chest and pushing back her chair.
"Homework?" Josh's brows beetled with confusion as she stomped past him on her way to the stairs. "Why are you doing homework in the middle of the summer?"
"I'm getting a head start on next year," she said, and a moment later he jumped at the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. He stood rooted to the spot, eyes darting suspiciously to all corners of the room. Something was up. Something was up with Megan. This was not good. Not good at all.
Turning, he ran up the steps two at a time and burst through the door to his and Drake's bedroom, kicking it shut behind him. Drake was propped up in his bed, leaning against his pillows, long legs crossed at the ankles. A pair of studio headphones dwarfed much of his face; the music playing through them was cranked up to such a volume Josh could make out the melody from across the room. Drake's eyes were screwed tightly shut, his fingers picking out the tune on the unamped guitar slung low across his belly.
"Drake!" Josh shouted, even though he knew Drake probably wouldn't hear him. Drake's face twisted into what Josh had dubbed his "intense performance" face, and he started lip synching along with the song still blaring through his headphones. Josh yelled his name again, louder this time, waving his free arm in the air for good measure, and when that still failed to get Drake's attention Josh tossed the basketball in his stepbrother's direction.
The ball bounced off the shelf over Drake's bed, knocking it askew, and a huge stack of CDs cascaded into his lap. He gave a screech and startled violently, ripping the headphones off as he chucked the guitar over and swung his legs off the side of the bed. When he caught sight of Josh, he stopped in mid-leap. "Dude," he panted, his chest heaving as he fell back onto the bed. "What the fuck are you doing? I thought it was an earthquake!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't get your attention," Josh said, one arm extended. "I need to ask you something."
"So ask," Drake replied, pulling the guitar back into his lap and running his fingers gingerly along the edge of the body where it had hit the wall.
Josh pulled his sweat-soaked wristbands off and tossed them on his bed. "Have you noticed anything weird about Megan lately?"
Drake gave him a contemptuous look. "Uh... yeah, of course I have. She's Megan."
"No, I mean weirder than usual."
Drake tilted his head, and Josh felt his breath catch as Drake's bangs spilled into his eyes. "No," Drake said slowly, raising one hand to smooth his hair back. "I don't think so. Why?"
"Because she was downstairs writing something just now, and when I asked her what it was she said it was homework."
"So?"
"So, this is July."
"I know," Drake said, leaning the guitar against the side of his bed. "You read all summer long, don't you? It's just something dorks do." He jumped off the loft and headed for the little refrigerator at its foot.
"No, that's not it."
Drake pulled a can of Mocha Cola out of the fridge and popped it open. "Then what?"
"I don't know. That's what's bothering me."
"You know," Drake said thoughtfully, "now that you mention it, I did see her writing something in the kitchen the other day." He took a sip of his soda. "When I tried to see what it was, she got all pissy and bitched me out."
Josh reached over his head to grab at the collar of his T-shirt. "She just did the same thing to me," he said, pulling the shirt off and swiping it under each arm. "I'm telling you, something weird's going on with her."
Drake turned away, small patches of pink rising high on his face. "Maybe she's got a pen pal."
"Maybe," Josh replied, thinking about Yooka, "but she'd probably do that by e-mail." He threw the shirt on top of the wristbands he'd discarded earlier. "She could be keeping a diary."
"Nah, she wouldn't take a chance on writing it in front of us. She'd know we'd want to read it." Drake flopped down on the couch and propped his feet up on the table in front of it.
"That's what makes me so nervous," Josh said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "She obviously wants us to wonder what's going on."
"Yeah." Drake set the soda can on the table by his feet and sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Tell you what. How 'bout if this time, we don't play along with her little game?"
Josh stopped in the middle of untying one of his sneakers. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, how about if, just this once, we don't let ourselves get all crazy about what she might be up to?" Drake said, craning his head over his shoulder to look Josh in the eye as he spoke. "She's just trying to set us up again, man. Let's not let her do it."
The sneaker fell out of Josh's hands and landed on the floor with a thud. "You mean we should just ignore her?"
"Just totally ignore her," Drake said, nodding.
"Like, not even try to find out what she's up to?"
"Like, pretend we don't even care."
Josh yanked at the shoelace on his remaining sneaker. "And you think that will keep her from... doing whatever she might be planning to do?"
"It might. Think about it, Josh. How many times has she gotten us just because we were stupid enough to walk into her trap?"
Josh considered this for a moment. "A lot," he said with an abashed smile.
"Exactly. So now, we are not going to play along."
"Yeah," Josh said. "Okay." A rush of determination washed over him. "She's not going to get away with anything this time," he said firmly, his voice rising as he dropped the second sneaker to the floor beside its mate.
"Nope." Drake plucked his soda off the table and took a sip through grinning lips.
"We just act like we don't care what she's up to, and it will foil all her plans. Foil them!" Josh jabbed a finger toward the ceiling to punctuate his point.
"Yeah," Drake said, chuckling. "Foil."
"She'll be sorry she ever tried to mess with us!"
"And about time, too."
"I only have to outlast her for a few more weeks anyway," Josh said, pulling off his grimy socks. "And then I'll be off to school."
"Yep."
A tiny chink of doubt crept into the wall of enthusiasm Drake's words had built. "I mean, we do that and it'll pull the rug out from under whatever -- " His voice faltered as the doubt started to swell. " -- really horrible, awful thing she might be planning to do to us as her swan song before I leave..."
Drake lowered his soda can and swallowed hard, his grin fading rapidly. "Sure, because if we don't... she can't..."
They exchanged horrified looks for a moment as the reality of Megan's destructive potential once again hit each of them between the eyes. As one, they leapt from their respective seats and started yelling across each other.
"Man, I gotta know!"
"We have to find out!"
"What if we're already too late?"
"I'm gonna go crazy not knowing!"
"Okay, okay, wait!" Drake shouted, thrusting both hands up in the air in front of him. Josh quieted at once, panting slightly, and waited for Drake to go on. "Look. All we have to do is find that notebook, right? So the next time she's out of the house, we'll go take a look in her room."
"Oh, man," Josh whined. "I hate it when we have to go in her room. Bad things always happen to us when we go in her room."
"Would you rather find out the hard way?"
Josh sighed. "No. Okay. I guess you're right. We only have one choice." He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his gym shorts and started to pull them down.
"Dude," Drake said, the dots of color returning to his cheekbones, "do that in the bathroom, would you? I don't need to see that."
"Oh. Yeah. Sure," Josh said sheepishly, jerking them back over his hips. "Sorry."
****
Megan had a standing date with her friends every afternoon during the summer. On sunny days they would head to the beach or to one of the pools in her friends' backyards. When it rained, they would congregate in someone's bedroom to talk and listen to CDs, or, more often, go to the mall to shop and drink smoothies. It was usually Drake's or Josh's responsibility to drop her off at the appointed meeting place for any given day, but the afternoon after they decided to snoop into her latest plan, their father surprised them all by saying he had some errands to run and would take her himself.
Josh sat at the computer tapping his foot impatiently and pretending to check his e-mail until the sound of Megan's and his father's voices, drifting up to their bedroom window from the driveway below, was cut off by the twin thumps of the car doors slamming. He glanced nervously at Drake as the engine rumbled into life. "Be cool," Drake said. "We have to wait until we're sure she's really gone."
Five minutes later, they were creeping toward Megan's bedroom. The house was empty except for the two of them so there was really no need to sneak around, but years of experience had taught them it was always better to be careful where Megan was concerned.
"Don't touch the hamster," Drake whispered, slowly twisting the doorknob. Josh nodded, shivering; he needed no reminding on that point. They poked their heads through the crack between door and frame and peered inside. The room was empty and as scrupulously tidy as always, which was strange and unnerving enough on its own but worse for the knowledge that this was the room where Evil dwelled. Drake opened the door all the way and straightened up. "Okay," he whispered. "I'll take the desk, you take the dresser." Josh nodded again, too edgy to speak, and they moved off to their respective tasks.
It was slow work. Many of the drawers squeaked if pulled open too quickly, and neither of them had any idea if Megan was crazy (or cagey) enough to have bugged her own room. This meant the drawers had to be inched open to keep them from making any unusual sounds, though after a while Josh began to wonder if it was worth the effort since apprehension made his breathing sound like a death rattle to his own ears. Every time the wood squealed or thumped as it moved, Josh's heart would seize. Worse, once a drawer was open it took all the courage he had to actually reach inside. God only knew what kind of traps she might have set.
By the time he had finished searching the dresser Josh knew far more about Megan's taste in underwear than he'd ever wanted to know, but had otherwise come up empty. There was no sign of Megan's notebook. Drake appeared to have had similar luck. He had moved from the desk to Megan's bedside table, and when Josh caught his eye he pointed silently at the closet door. They lifted her mattress, rolled back the fuzzy purple area rugs, even checked behind the unicorn poster. Nothing.
"I don't think it's here," Drake sighed quietly in Josh's ear after about an hour of fruitless searching.
"Yeah," Josh whispered back, carefully arranging Megan's pillows. Had this one been a little more to the left when they'd come in? He couldn't remember. "She must have taken it with her."
"I guess. C'mon, let's get out of here."
"Right." Josh smoothed the pillowcase down and leaned over to straighten Megan's stuffed panda. As he stepped forward, he felt something soft shift under his foot and he jumped back with a gasp.
"What?" Drake asked as Josh hopped away from the bed with one foot suspended in the air behind him.
"There's something under there," Josh squeaked. "I don't know what it is, but I think I may have killed it."
The color drained from Drake's face as he dropped to his belly and thrust one arm under Megan's bed up to the shoulder. Wincing, Josh held his breath and stood with his foot in the air, afraid to see what might be smeared across the bottom of his shoe.
"No, wait!" Drake said suddenly, pulling his arm back. A crumpled ball of paper rested in his hand. "I think I found something." Josh lowered his foot and pressed it tentatively to the floor as Drake unrolled the paper. An almost maniacal grin of joy spread across his face as his eyes darted back and forth. "Josh, you gotta see this!" he said triumphantly, apparently no longer concerned they might be under surveillance. He pressed the paper into Josh's chest. "We've got her now!"
Frowning, Josh took the wrinkled paper. A few sentences were scrawled across the top the page. He felt his eyes grow wide and round as he scanned it.
"Yeah" he said, touching stroking his cock until it looked red and angry. "I'll do that," he said, "I'll put it where it will feel really good and your really going to like it."
"Whoa." Josh felt like he'd just seen his mother naked. "Oh my God, no way."
"Yes way!" Drake snatched the paper from between Josh's senseless fingers. He looked like he'd just won the lottery. "Do you know what this means?" Josh shook his head numbly, even though he knew exactly what it meant. "Dude," Drake crowed, "Megan is writing porn!"
Go to Chapter 2 or Chapter 3.
Author: gmth
Pairing: Drake Parker/Josh Nichols
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to other people and I'm playing with it without their permission.
Summary: Drake and Josh find Megan's new hobby very inspiring.
Warning: Slashy stepbrothers. Crossposted to drakexjosh.
Author's notes: I didn't plan to post this as a WIP, but I'm loving it so much and having such a good time writing it, I just had to start sharing it. Inspired in part by this fic by stttmsbwa. Also, OMG, this is the first fic I've written solely because I wanted to (as opposed to something written for a challenge commitment) in about 800 years.
It was one of those perfect summer evenings that made Josh glad his family lived in San Diego. The air was warm without being overly so, with a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean to help dry the beads of perspiration curling the ends of his hair. He whistled one of Drake's songs as he headed toward home, tossing the basketball from hand to hand and occasionally dribbling it on the sidewalk in front of him. He walked with a spring in his step, pleased with himself over the six baskets he'd scored. His team had still lost, of course, but by only twenty-five points this time instead of the usual forty plus. That was practically winning, as far as Josh was concerned.
The outside lights were already on by the time he reached the house. The motion sensor flashed on as he ducked through the fence at the side of the house, and he took advantage of the sudden flood of light to take one more shot at the hoop in the backyard before going inside. Ten minutes and thirty missed shots later, his hair was dripping with sweat again. He trudged into the house with his head hung, consoling himself with the fact that at least he didn't hit himself in the face with the ball anymore.
Megan was hunched over the dining room table, scribbling furiously in a spiral-bound notebook as he trudged past. "Hey, Megs," he said, and she grunted an acknowledgement without looking up. Shrugging, he tucked the basketball under his arm and passed through to the kitchen.
She was still at it a few minutes later when he re-emerged, swallowing the last bite of his apple. She was bent so low over her work her nose was practically touching the pen as it flew across the page. Josh stopped in the doorway, watching her; just then she stopped writing and looked off into space, tapping the pen against her pursed lips. "Hmm..." she murmured thoughtfully, angling her head to read what she had written. Then, "No," in a tone that sounded close to disgust, and she lowered the pen again and slashed lines through a large section of the text.
"What're you doing?" Josh said, his curiosity getting the better of him. He edged closer to the table and craned his neck to see if he could catch a glimpse of what she was writing, but no luck. The cramped script was too small, and he was too far away.
"What?" she said distractedly, dragging her attention away from the page in front of her. As though she had finally realized there was another person in the room, her eyes snapped into focus on his face and she slammed the notebook shut. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Josh replied, feeling a bit like a kid who'd been caught pilfering cookies half an hour before dinner was to be ready. "I was just wondering what you were doing, that's all."
"Homework," she huffed, clasping the green notebook to her chest and pushing back her chair.
"Homework?" Josh's brows beetled with confusion as she stomped past him on her way to the stairs. "Why are you doing homework in the middle of the summer?"
"I'm getting a head start on next year," she said, and a moment later he jumped at the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. He stood rooted to the spot, eyes darting suspiciously to all corners of the room. Something was up. Something was up with Megan. This was not good. Not good at all.
Turning, he ran up the steps two at a time and burst through the door to his and Drake's bedroom, kicking it shut behind him. Drake was propped up in his bed, leaning against his pillows, long legs crossed at the ankles. A pair of studio headphones dwarfed much of his face; the music playing through them was cranked up to such a volume Josh could make out the melody from across the room. Drake's eyes were screwed tightly shut, his fingers picking out the tune on the unamped guitar slung low across his belly.
"Drake!" Josh shouted, even though he knew Drake probably wouldn't hear him. Drake's face twisted into what Josh had dubbed his "intense performance" face, and he started lip synching along with the song still blaring through his headphones. Josh yelled his name again, louder this time, waving his free arm in the air for good measure, and when that still failed to get Drake's attention Josh tossed the basketball in his stepbrother's direction.
The ball bounced off the shelf over Drake's bed, knocking it askew, and a huge stack of CDs cascaded into his lap. He gave a screech and startled violently, ripping the headphones off as he chucked the guitar over and swung his legs off the side of the bed. When he caught sight of Josh, he stopped in mid-leap. "Dude," he panted, his chest heaving as he fell back onto the bed. "What the fuck are you doing? I thought it was an earthquake!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't get your attention," Josh said, one arm extended. "I need to ask you something."
"So ask," Drake replied, pulling the guitar back into his lap and running his fingers gingerly along the edge of the body where it had hit the wall.
Josh pulled his sweat-soaked wristbands off and tossed them on his bed. "Have you noticed anything weird about Megan lately?"
Drake gave him a contemptuous look. "Uh... yeah, of course I have. She's Megan."
"No, I mean weirder than usual."
Drake tilted his head, and Josh felt his breath catch as Drake's bangs spilled into his eyes. "No," Drake said slowly, raising one hand to smooth his hair back. "I don't think so. Why?"
"Because she was downstairs writing something just now, and when I asked her what it was she said it was homework."
"So?"
"So, this is July."
"I know," Drake said, leaning the guitar against the side of his bed. "You read all summer long, don't you? It's just something dorks do." He jumped off the loft and headed for the little refrigerator at its foot.
"No, that's not it."
Drake pulled a can of Mocha Cola out of the fridge and popped it open. "Then what?"
"I don't know. That's what's bothering me."
"You know," Drake said thoughtfully, "now that you mention it, I did see her writing something in the kitchen the other day." He took a sip of his soda. "When I tried to see what it was, she got all pissy and bitched me out."
Josh reached over his head to grab at the collar of his T-shirt. "She just did the same thing to me," he said, pulling the shirt off and swiping it under each arm. "I'm telling you, something weird's going on with her."
Drake turned away, small patches of pink rising high on his face. "Maybe she's got a pen pal."
"Maybe," Josh replied, thinking about Yooka, "but she'd probably do that by e-mail." He threw the shirt on top of the wristbands he'd discarded earlier. "She could be keeping a diary."
"Nah, she wouldn't take a chance on writing it in front of us. She'd know we'd want to read it." Drake flopped down on the couch and propped his feet up on the table in front of it.
"That's what makes me so nervous," Josh said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "She obviously wants us to wonder what's going on."
"Yeah." Drake set the soda can on the table by his feet and sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Tell you what. How 'bout if this time, we don't play along with her little game?"
Josh stopped in the middle of untying one of his sneakers. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, how about if, just this once, we don't let ourselves get all crazy about what she might be up to?" Drake said, craning his head over his shoulder to look Josh in the eye as he spoke. "She's just trying to set us up again, man. Let's not let her do it."
The sneaker fell out of Josh's hands and landed on the floor with a thud. "You mean we should just ignore her?"
"Just totally ignore her," Drake said, nodding.
"Like, not even try to find out what she's up to?"
"Like, pretend we don't even care."
Josh yanked at the shoelace on his remaining sneaker. "And you think that will keep her from... doing whatever she might be planning to do?"
"It might. Think about it, Josh. How many times has she gotten us just because we were stupid enough to walk into her trap?"
Josh considered this for a moment. "A lot," he said with an abashed smile.
"Exactly. So now, we are not going to play along."
"Yeah," Josh said. "Okay." A rush of determination washed over him. "She's not going to get away with anything this time," he said firmly, his voice rising as he dropped the second sneaker to the floor beside its mate.
"Nope." Drake plucked his soda off the table and took a sip through grinning lips.
"We just act like we don't care what she's up to, and it will foil all her plans. Foil them!" Josh jabbed a finger toward the ceiling to punctuate his point.
"Yeah," Drake said, chuckling. "Foil."
"She'll be sorry she ever tried to mess with us!"
"And about time, too."
"I only have to outlast her for a few more weeks anyway," Josh said, pulling off his grimy socks. "And then I'll be off to school."
"Yep."
A tiny chink of doubt crept into the wall of enthusiasm Drake's words had built. "I mean, we do that and it'll pull the rug out from under whatever -- " His voice faltered as the doubt started to swell. " -- really horrible, awful thing she might be planning to do to us as her swan song before I leave..."
Drake lowered his soda can and swallowed hard, his grin fading rapidly. "Sure, because if we don't... she can't..."
They exchanged horrified looks for a moment as the reality of Megan's destructive potential once again hit each of them between the eyes. As one, they leapt from their respective seats and started yelling across each other.
"Man, I gotta know!"
"We have to find out!"
"What if we're already too late?"
"I'm gonna go crazy not knowing!"
"Okay, okay, wait!" Drake shouted, thrusting both hands up in the air in front of him. Josh quieted at once, panting slightly, and waited for Drake to go on. "Look. All we have to do is find that notebook, right? So the next time she's out of the house, we'll go take a look in her room."
"Oh, man," Josh whined. "I hate it when we have to go in her room. Bad things always happen to us when we go in her room."
"Would you rather find out the hard way?"
Josh sighed. "No. Okay. I guess you're right. We only have one choice." He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his gym shorts and started to pull them down.
"Dude," Drake said, the dots of color returning to his cheekbones, "do that in the bathroom, would you? I don't need to see that."
"Oh. Yeah. Sure," Josh said sheepishly, jerking them back over his hips. "Sorry."
****
Megan had a standing date with her friends every afternoon during the summer. On sunny days they would head to the beach or to one of the pools in her friends' backyards. When it rained, they would congregate in someone's bedroom to talk and listen to CDs, or, more often, go to the mall to shop and drink smoothies. It was usually Drake's or Josh's responsibility to drop her off at the appointed meeting place for any given day, but the afternoon after they decided to snoop into her latest plan, their father surprised them all by saying he had some errands to run and would take her himself.
Josh sat at the computer tapping his foot impatiently and pretending to check his e-mail until the sound of Megan's and his father's voices, drifting up to their bedroom window from the driveway below, was cut off by the twin thumps of the car doors slamming. He glanced nervously at Drake as the engine rumbled into life. "Be cool," Drake said. "We have to wait until we're sure she's really gone."
Five minutes later, they were creeping toward Megan's bedroom. The house was empty except for the two of them so there was really no need to sneak around, but years of experience had taught them it was always better to be careful where Megan was concerned.
"Don't touch the hamster," Drake whispered, slowly twisting the doorknob. Josh nodded, shivering; he needed no reminding on that point. They poked their heads through the crack between door and frame and peered inside. The room was empty and as scrupulously tidy as always, which was strange and unnerving enough on its own but worse for the knowledge that this was the room where Evil dwelled. Drake opened the door all the way and straightened up. "Okay," he whispered. "I'll take the desk, you take the dresser." Josh nodded again, too edgy to speak, and they moved off to their respective tasks.
It was slow work. Many of the drawers squeaked if pulled open too quickly, and neither of them had any idea if Megan was crazy (or cagey) enough to have bugged her own room. This meant the drawers had to be inched open to keep them from making any unusual sounds, though after a while Josh began to wonder if it was worth the effort since apprehension made his breathing sound like a death rattle to his own ears. Every time the wood squealed or thumped as it moved, Josh's heart would seize. Worse, once a drawer was open it took all the courage he had to actually reach inside. God only knew what kind of traps she might have set.
By the time he had finished searching the dresser Josh knew far more about Megan's taste in underwear than he'd ever wanted to know, but had otherwise come up empty. There was no sign of Megan's notebook. Drake appeared to have had similar luck. He had moved from the desk to Megan's bedside table, and when Josh caught his eye he pointed silently at the closet door. They lifted her mattress, rolled back the fuzzy purple area rugs, even checked behind the unicorn poster. Nothing.
"I don't think it's here," Drake sighed quietly in Josh's ear after about an hour of fruitless searching.
"Yeah," Josh whispered back, carefully arranging Megan's pillows. Had this one been a little more to the left when they'd come in? He couldn't remember. "She must have taken it with her."
"I guess. C'mon, let's get out of here."
"Right." Josh smoothed the pillowcase down and leaned over to straighten Megan's stuffed panda. As he stepped forward, he felt something soft shift under his foot and he jumped back with a gasp.
"What?" Drake asked as Josh hopped away from the bed with one foot suspended in the air behind him.
"There's something under there," Josh squeaked. "I don't know what it is, but I think I may have killed it."
The color drained from Drake's face as he dropped to his belly and thrust one arm under Megan's bed up to the shoulder. Wincing, Josh held his breath and stood with his foot in the air, afraid to see what might be smeared across the bottom of his shoe.
"No, wait!" Drake said suddenly, pulling his arm back. A crumpled ball of paper rested in his hand. "I think I found something." Josh lowered his foot and pressed it tentatively to the floor as Drake unrolled the paper. An almost maniacal grin of joy spread across his face as his eyes darted back and forth. "Josh, you gotta see this!" he said triumphantly, apparently no longer concerned they might be under surveillance. He pressed the paper into Josh's chest. "We've got her now!"
Frowning, Josh took the wrinkled paper. A few sentences were scrawled across the top the page. He felt his eyes grow wide and round as he scanned it.
"Yeah" he said, touching stroking his cock until it looked red and angry. "I'll do that," he said, "I'll put it where it will feel really good and your really going to like it."
"Whoa." Josh felt like he'd just seen his mother naked. "Oh my God, no way."
"Yes way!" Drake snatched the paper from between Josh's senseless fingers. He looked like he'd just won the lottery. "Do you know what this means?" Josh shook his head numbly, even though he knew exactly what it meant. "Dude," Drake crowed, "Megan is writing porn!"
Go to Chapter 2 or Chapter 3.