Fic: Boobs In Love, Chapter 3/3
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. Adult language and concepts.
Author's note: I am SO SORRY it took me so long to finish this. I was totally obsessed distracted for several months by the US presidential electon, then work and RL and yuletide got in the way. I hope readers will still remember what happened in the earlier chapters at this point... Anyway, here's the last of it. Thanks for your patience. :-) Crossposted to drakexjosh.
Previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2.
Drake crashed through their bedroom door with a whoop that would have put a Sioux warrior to shame. "Yes!" he shouted, thrusting Megan's notebook into the air above his head. "We got it!"
"Yeah we did!" Josh said, hooting with laughter, and this time Drake returned his high five.
"Oh, this is so awesome. We have totally got her now." Drake plopped down on the couch and stretched his legs out in front of him. "Okay," he said eagerly, flipping the notebook open. "You grab us a couple of sodas, and I will read you a story."
Josh pulled two cans of Mountain Fizz from the refrigerator and slid one across the table to Drake, then wedged himself into the space between Drake's feet and the arm of the couch.
"Here we go," Drake said as soon as Josh got comfortable. He looked down at the notebook in his lap. "'Boobs in Love, by DemonSis,'" he read. He cocked his head to the side and glanced up at Josh. "'DemonSis'? What the hell does that mean?"
"I don't know," Josh replied, manipulating the tab on his soda can. "Unless Megan's using a pseudonym."
"A what?"
"A pen name. You know, like Mark Twain."
"Mark Twain wrote porn?"
Josh sighed. "No," he said, rolling his eyes. "Mark Twain did not write porn. C'mon, read it."
"Right. Okay. Here we go."
****
Boobs In Love
by DemonSis
Chapter 1
He was lying on his side in bed, looking down at the sleeping face next to him. The sun was shining on it and the closed eyelids were glowing and it looked peaceful. He might of called it beautiful if he'd been the kind of person who thought about things that way. But he wasn't. Especially not this morning, because all he could wonder about was if they'd made a huge mistake.
I wonder if this was a huge mistake, he thought. The night before had been really cool. He'd felt lots of amazing things he'd never felt before, but now he was feeling kind of weird about it. This feels kind of weird, he thought. But he felt good too, or at least some parts of him did.
It had taken them a lot of time to get to this point. A really long time. Too long. Drew Piper, he thought, you sure wasted a lot of time.
Drake stopped reading and frowned at the page in front of him. "Drew Piper," he said thoughtfully. "Where have I heard that name before?"
"Not sure," Josh replied. Something about the name seemed familiar to him, too. He pointed at the notebook. "Keep going," he said. "Megan's a pretty good writer, eh?"
Drake shrugged. "I guess."
The room was cold. Drew pulled the blanket up and moved closer to the person next to him. That helped a little. He tried not to wake the other person up, but it didn't work. Jerry's eyelids blinked opened and Drew kissed the tip of that pert little nose.
Drake's eyebrows drew together. "Jerry," he said. "That's a weird name for a girl."
The hairs on the back of Josh's neck started to prickle. "Uh, I don't think it is a girl," he said slowly.
"Sure it is. What else could it be?"
Josh swallowed hard. "A guy?"
"Yeah, right," Drake scoffed. "Megan's writing porn about two guys."
Josh cleared his throat. "Drake --"
"Just shut up for a second and you'll see. I don't know where you get these ideas, man."
"You're up early," Jerry said, grinning toothily.
Drew drew one hand down Jerry's chest to the stomach and slipped it into Jerry's underwear. "So are you," he said, wrapping his fingers around Jerry's --
"Oh, my God." Drake's eyes were round as saucers as he looked up at Josh.
"See? I told you!"
"Oh, my God!" Drake said again, bringing the notebook so close to his face his eyes nearly crossed. "No, no, no, this can't be right. Jerry's got to be a girl."
"How many girls do you know named Jerry?" Josh demanded.
"I don't know." Drake's eyes darted around the room as though the answer was hidden in one of the corners. "Jerry Hall," he said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Josh. "She was married to Mick Jagger."
"Yeah, great," Josh retorted. "You think she had something in her underwear that Mick could wrap his fingers around?"
"Oh, my God."
"Exactly."
Drake scanned the page in front of him again. "Wait a second," he said, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "Drew and Jerry?" He dropped the book into his lap and stared at Josh, the color draining from his cheeks. "Is that... is that who I think it is?"
Josh's stomach felt like it had the night they rode the Demonator. "Nah," he said, raising one shoulder in an attempt at an indifferent shrug. "It can't be."
"What was Drew's last name?" Drake said, snatching up the book again and riffling through the pages.
"Blake. So it can't be them. This Drew's last name is Piper." Josh breathed a gusty sigh of relief.
"And this Jerry's last name is... Nettles," Drake said, tapping one of the pages with his index finger. "The other Jerry's last name is Polk."
"So it's not them."
"Nope." Drake chewed his bottom lip until it glistened. "Drew Piper still sounds really familiar, though. I wish I could remember where I've heard it be--" He stopped in mid-sentence and took a deep breath. "Wait a second. What are their last names on the show?"
"I don't know."
"Well, go check!" Drake said, his voice rising to a squeak. He pointed to the computer, and Josh jumped up as though the couch cushions were swarming with fire ants.
The next ice age came and went while the computer booted up. Drake mumbled non-stop while the hard drive whirred and Josh drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk. "Oh, this is unbelievable," Drake whined. "Now Drew's got his tongue in Jerry's mouth. Ew. Oh ew, they're giving each other a handjob." The computer was finally ready to go, but it took another month and a half for the browser to open. "Oh, my God, now they're sucking each other's dicks!" Drake threw the notebook on the floor. "I can't read any more of this. How does Megan even know about this kind of stuff?"
A few clicks of the mouse, and Josh had pulled up the information he sought. His heart sank as he started to read. "'Drew Piper and Jerry Nettles are two guys with different personalities. Really different.'" Josh licked his dry lips. "'Going to the same school is about the only thing they have in common --'"
"Stop," Drake said. "That's enough." Josh turned in his chair and found himself at eye level with Drake's crotch. He hadn't even heard Drake come up behind him. He dug his heels into the floor and shoved the chair backwards. "This is just great," Drake continued, running his fingers distractedly through his hair.
"Hey, at least she's not writing about the Drew and Jerry we know. Knew. Know." Josh scratched his head. "Not really."
"Yeah, that's just great," Drake replied, starting to pace. "She's writing porn about two fictional characters. Not only that, she's writing porn about fictional characters who are both guys. What kind of sick mind does that?"
"C'mon, don't be so hard on her." Josh ducked his head barely in time to avoid getting smacked by Drake's elbow. "She's a kid. It's probably just a phase. Or... or maybe she's writing it for English class."
"Oh, my God!" Drake stopped in his tracks and stared at Josh, his eyes wide with horror. "You don't think --"
"Yeah, no, forget I said that," Josh said quickly, spreading his hands. "I'm sure she's not going to show it to anyone else. Who'd be interested?" He tried to laugh the idea off but the words sounded hollow, even to his own ears. Megan never did anything that wasn't ultimately designed to attract other people's attention. From the look on Drake's face, Josh could tell he wasn't buying it, either. "So, what should we do now?" he rushed on before Drake could get a chance to think. That didn't happen often, but when it did it always made things worse. "Wanna show this to Mom and Dad, get Megan in some trouble? That's what this whole thing was about, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." Drake's eyes skirted the notebook and he wrinkled his nose as though it smelled of skunk and horseshit mixed together. "I don't know about this any more, man. It'd get Megan in trouble all right, but it could also give Mom and Walter a heart attack if they knew."
"Oh, come on. It's not that big a deal. It's no worse than you watching that porn flick with the two girls."
The moment the words were out of his mouth Josh regretted them. He'd only seen that expression on Drake's face once before, the time Drake had been too impatient to wait for the chicken to finish cooking and had spent the night hugging the toilet. "You don't think --" Drake broke off with a huge swallow, and Josh made a grab for the garbage can. "You don't think she's actually getting off on this stuff, do you?"
"I don't -- I'm sure she's... well, maybe." Josh's voice trailed off as Drake sucked in a breath. "No," he said firmly. "Of course not."
Drake threw his hands up in the air. "This is too weird for me, man," he said, backing away. His feet got tangled in one another as he tripped up the stairs. "I can't deal with it right now." Josh winced as the door banged shut and then bounced open again. Drake's footsteps were like pistol shots as he barreled down the steps.
***
Chapter 7
Drew's brown eyes met Jerry's blue orbs and they locked. A tear leaked out of the one on Jerry's left. "Don't" the cinammon haired boy begged, brushing it away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be like this."
"I know," Jerry answered. "It's just so hard to see you with girls when all I want is to be with you all the time. How come they get to kiss you in public and I don't?" he pouted.
"I want to kiss you right now," Drew responded. "I want everyone and everything to know how I feel about you."
"How do you feel about me?" Jerry questions softly.
Drew gave a sad smile. "You know I'm no good talking about stuff like that," he objected. "Let me tell you this way instead." He pulled his saxophone out of it's case and played a sad, beautiful song that made a lump in Jerry's throat. "I wrote it myself," he informed him, locking the sparkling gold instrument back in it's case. "For you." He smiled, his eyes shining.
"It's really sad and beautiful," Jerry gulped noisily "but what does it mean?. You never say it. I want you to say it," he whispered. "I need you to tell me. How do you feel about me?"
***
A sharp poke in the ribs startled Josh awake. "What's going on?" he shouted, sitting up so quickly his stomach muscles cramped. He blinked in the flickering light of the television screen, slumping back against the couch cushion when the shadow next to him took form. "Drake?"
"Oh, hi," Drake said casually. "You couldn't sleep?"
Josh swiped the drool from his chin with two fingers. "How long have you been sitting there?" he asked with a yawn. A quick glance at the clock showed it was a few minutes past midnight.
"Just got here," Drake said, and he if hadn't been wearing his pajamas and clutching a can of Mocha Cola dripping sweat from the heat of their room, Josh might have believed it.
He ignored the lie and rubbed at the tender spot on his side. "Where'd you go?"
"Driving."
"All this time?"
"Yeah."
Josh had more he wanted to say, but judging from Drake's apparently unbreakable concentration on the TV screen now wasn't the time. They watched David Letterman's monologue together in silence. This wasn't such an unusual thing; they watched TV together in silence all the time. But this wasn't their usual companionable silence, the kind easily broken by an offhand comment or inane joke that would have them both in hysterics. This silence felt thick and strangely loud, and the longer it went on the more oppressive it became. Josh cleared his throat and it sounded like a lion's roar in the stillness. Drake flinched.
"You okay?" Josh asked softly, and when Drake turned his head and nodded Josh could see the pulse point fluttering in Drake's neck. His heart was running like a train. "You sure?"
Drake plunked the soda can on top of Megan's notebook, which was lying face down on the table at Josh's feet. "You read it?"
Josh could feel his cheeks growing warm as he nodded. It felt like the body language equivalent of confessing a mortal sin.
"All of it?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, as much of it as there is. It's not finished."
"And?"
Josh shrugged. "It's... I guess it's okay."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean... it's not just sex, you know? There actually isn't much of that in there at all. It's about... it's about them. The two of them. Their relationship." Josh looked down at his hands twisting in his lap. "It's actually kind of sad."
Something warm brushed the edge of Josh's leg, and when he glanced in that direction he could see the plaid pattern of Drake's pajama bottoms out of the corner of his eye. "Why's it sad?" Drake asked.
"Because," Josh said. "They're like... in love, or something. With each other. And they can't talk about it, or even admit to it to themselves. Because, well... you know." He sighed. "I don't know, it made me feel bad for them." He raised his head slowly. Drake was sitting so close now Josh could feel Drake's chest expand against his side when he took a deep breath. "Can you imagine what that must be like?" he said softly.
Letterman's audience laughed, an odd counterpoint to the intensely serious look Drake was giving him, as though he'd never seen Josh before and wanted to memorize his face so he could draw a picture of it later. He inched closer still, until the pressure of his leg against Josh's forced him to draw his knees together to make room. This time when Drake's bangs fell into his eyes Josh didn't curb the temptation to reach out and brush them away. He let his fingers linger in Drake's hair, carding back through it until his palm was cradling the back of Drake's head.
"Maybe," Drake whispered. He leaned in close, his lips slightly parted and glistening in the half-light. Josh would never be sure if he dragged Drake's head closer or if Drake moved in on his own, but the instant Drake's lips touched his Josh decided it really didn't matter. The Late Show band started to play as Drake first kissed one corner of Josh's mouth, then the other and back again, as though he couldn't decide which side he wanted more. His lips were surprisingly soft, his touch surprisingly tentative, and for a moment Josh almost felt cheated. He'd seen Drake kiss dozens of girls more aggressively than Drake was kissing him now. His heart was beating hard enough to feel the vibrations throughout his whole torso, but he ignored the flutter of nerves and pulled Drake closer, tilting his head so Drake's mouth met his full-on. Drake drew in a sharp breath through his nose and lunged, and in the blink of an eye Josh found himself with a lapful of squirming stepbrother.
The squirming wasn't helping. Or rather it was, but in all the wrong ways. Drake's crotch was flush against Josh's, heavy and blood-warm, and Josh felt the pressure starting to pool in his own groin as Drake rubbed against him.
A quick stab of fear made his stomach clench. "Wait," he managed, twisting his face away from Drake's. "Maybe we should stop."
"No no, it's cool, it's cool," Drake said breathlessly. With a quick jerk of the hips he slid forward on Josh's thighs and pressed up hard against him, and Josh lost his protest to a gasp of surprise.
"Yeah, okay," he said, swallowing thickly, cupping his hands around Drake's ass and pulling him in even closer. Drake dropped his head and slid his tongue between Josh's teeth, hands smoothing down the front of Josh's T-shirt as though searching for breasts that didn't exist, fingers twisting in the fabric over the stiff nipples he found instead. He was grinding against Josh now, tilting his hips backward on the downward stroke to increase the leverage when he slid back up, and it didn't take long before Josh began to feel the familiar anticipatory buzz coiling around the base of his spine.
"Drake, I'm gonna -- Oh, God..."
"Josh, Josh," Drake whispered, his lips tickling the side of Josh's neck, "it's okay, man, let it go." He was shivering against Josh's chest, his breath hot and damp against Josh's ear, and with a strangled groan Josh clamped his hands on Drake's ass and held him fast, bucking frantically beneath him until a burst of wet heat between their bellies left him wheezing.
Josh let his head flop down onto the back of the couch, blowing great puffs of air like a winded runner. Drake's teeth were still tugging at his earlobe. He sat without moving until his heart rate had nearly returned to normal and the mess on his stomach had cooled to an uncomfortable degree, then cracked one eye open. Lindsay Lohan was laughing at one of David Letterman's jokes. Reality hit Josh between the eyes like a hollow-point bullet.
"What -- what just happened?" he said hoarsely, straightening up and making a reluctant attempt to push Drake off his lap. Drake, however, was having none of it.
"Don't overthink it, Josh." His lips tickled the shell of Josh's ear. "Sometimes shit just happens. Besides." He nudged his pelvis forward so Josh could feel his lingering erection. "It's not over. I didn't get mine yet."
"Drake -- "
"C'mon, Josh," Drake wheedled, his tone bordering on a petulant whine, "you can't just roll over and go to sleep on me now." He slid off Josh's lap and grabbed one of his hands, trying to yank him up off the couch. "C'mon," he said again, nodding toward Josh's bed. "Please?"
A paper towel commercial was trying to convince them a couple of wet sheets were strong enough to lift a bowling ball. Josh fumbled in the cushions to find the remote and turned the TV off before letting Drake pull him to his feet.
***
"So I guess you're okay with this now, eh?"
Drake stopped teasing the hair on Josh's belly and looked up. "What are you talking about?"
"You know. Megan and her story, the whole Drew and Jerry thing. You're okay with all that now."
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, nothing really," Josh said sarcastically. "Though the fact that we were up half the night screwing around might have something to do with it, I suppose."
"I can see where that might give you the wrong impression."
"Seriously, Drake," Josh said, dropping his arm around Drake's shoulders and pulling him closer. "What made you change your mind?"
Drake propped himself up on his forearms so he could look Josh in the eye. "Well, I guess..." He stopped and looked away, apparently lost for what to say next, and it occurred to Josh that he'd never seen Drake so unsure of himself. It was a long time before he started to speak again. "Yesterday when I was out driving around, I got to thinking. Don't say it!" Drake said, cutting off Josh's smart ass retort before he had a chance to blurt it out. "C'mon, I'm serious here. I got to thinking about Drew and Jerry and how they're... well... us. You know? The cool guy and the nerd, the musician and the magician, the guy who gets all the hot girls and the doofus who dates the horrible evil bitch no one else can st --"
"Okay, I get it," Josh said, smacking the top of Drake's head.
"Anyway. They're us. And I got to wondering what it would be like. You know, if we... did... what they were doing." Drake sighed and dropped his head back down onto Josh's shoulder. "I know, I know, it sounds totally fucked."
"No," Josh said. "It doesn't." He petted Drake's hair, pulling at it gently and letting it slip from his fingers a few strands at a time. "It makes perfect sense. I was thinking the same thing as I was reading it. I mean, I understood just how the Jerry in the story felt. Because... well." He wanted to say more, but his tongue suddenly felt three sizes too big and the only words he could conjure to explain what he meant felt completely inadequate. He turned his head and brushed Drake's forehead with his lips. "Just because," he said finally.
Drake craned his neck backwards so their mouths could meet. "Yeah," he whispered, tugging gently at Josh's lower lip with his teeth, "I know," and when he slid his tongue across the spot to soothe away the tingle the nip had left behind, Josh knew they both understood what the other was trying to say.
***
"I'm sorry I said that stuff about your suitcases," Drake said later, spooning up against Josh's side.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I called you a jackass."
"Yeah, that was a bit of an overreaction."
"Hey!"
"Fine, forget I said anything."
"It's your fault anyway," Josh grumbled, kicking at the sheets tangled in a knot around their feet. "You kept acting like you didn't care about anything I was doing."
"Maybe I just didn't want you to know how much it sucks to see you getting ready to go to school halfway across the fucking country, did you ever think of that?"
Josh snapped his mouth shut. He'd almost forgotten he'd be leaving in a few days. "Oh. Yeah," he said, a hollow ache opening up in his belly. He felt homesick already, and Drake was still right there next to him. "And I guess I don't really want to leave. That's why it's been so hard to pack."
"So what are we going to do?" Drake couldn't meet Josh's eye. He was staring at the wall as though he expected the answer to all of their problems to be written there in red paint.
"Hey," Josh said hoarsely, shrugging the shoulder under Drake's head until Drake was forced to look up. "We'll work something out. Okay?"
Drake nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, okay."
"I'll be home for all of the holidays. And Spring Break. And the summer. Plus, you can always come out and visit me. It'll be cool, I promise." Josh wasn't sure which one of them he was trying harder to convince.
"Yeah," Drake said again, and a devilish twinkle lit his eyes. "And hey, in the meantime, we still have Megan's notebook. What do you say we give it to Mom and Walter after work tonight, so they have plenty of time to decide on her punishment before she gets home?"
"Deal," Josh said, grinning. He looked at the clock. "That gives up about nine hours. What d'you want to do to pass the time?"
Drake's smile made Josh's heart skip a beat.
***
"Hey, I just got an IM from Megan."
Josh stopped scrubbing his wet hair with the towel and dropped it on his bed next to the pile of clean sheets. "I thought you were going to make the bed," he said, finger combing his hair.
"I will. Eventually. Maybe."
"Drake, you promised. Mom and Dad will be home any minute now."
"I wanted to play some Boomstick. Besides, it's your bed."
Josh sighed. "Fine," he said, snatching the top sheet off the pile and unfolding it. "What does Megan want?"
"She sent me a link." Drake clicked away with the mouse as Josh tucked one corner of the mattress into the sheet. "To some site called Fictionfromfans.net. She says to read the bottom of the page." Josh stretched the sheet around a second corner and was just pulling it tight when a cry of alarm startled him so badly he nearly planted his face in the middle of the mattress. "Oh, my God, Josh! Get over here! You have to see this!"
Josh hurried across the room and bent low over Drake's shoulder. Drake was pointing at the computer screen with one shaking finger.
"I'm really sorry I said that stuff to you," Drew said.
"It's OK. I'm sorry I called you a jackass," Jerry replied.
"Yeah, that was kind of an overreaction," Drew responds.
"Hey!" Jerry yelped.
"Fine, forget I said anything" Drew answered.
"It was all your fault anyway," Jerry insisted. "You acted like you didn't give a shit about anything I was doing."
"Maybe I just didn't want you to know how much I hate to see you getting ready to go to school halfway across the country, did that ever occur to you?" Drew snapped.
Jerry bowed his giant head so Drew couldn't see the tears dripping down his cheeks. "And I don't really want to leave," he sobbed.
Drew patted him on the back and rubbed circles around his shoulderblades. "So what are we going to do?" Drew asked.
Jerry wiped his nose on his sleeve and was surprised when he look at Drew to see Drew's eyes were watering to. "Hey," Jerry grunted comfortingly, hugging his boyfriend close. "We'll work something out, OK?"
Drew gave him a sappy smile through his tears. "Yeah, OK," he said, hugging him back.
"What the hell is this?" Drake screamed. Josh couldn't seem to get his mouth to work; the best he could manage was a feeble sputter in response. The incoming message chime sounded again, and Drake clicked furiously to open the dialogue box.
Message from: DemonSis: its the last chapter of Boobs In Love. how do u like it?
"Oh, my God," Josh said. The room felt like it was tilting beneath his feet.
"You mean this is on the Internet?" Drake said, his voice squeaking like a thirteen-year-old in the middle of puberty. His face was whiter than a sheet as he turned toward Josh. "I thought you said she'd never share this with anyone else! That no one else would ever be interested!"
"How was I supposed to know?" Josh demanded. He gulped in a few deep breaths of air, but before he could say anything more the computer's chime rang again, and kept ringing as more of Megan's IM bombs poured in.
Message from: DemonSis: of course its on the intrnet
Message from: DemonSis: in fact its one of the most popular stories in the d&j fandom
Message from: DemonSis: i had massive writers block & u boobs really helped me out these past few days
Message from: DemonSis: i've got enough material now 2 write a whole series. THX!!!!!!! :D :D :D
Josh's heart sank down into his feet. "She -- " He swallowed against the dry lump rising in his throat. "She must have this room bugged," he said. "Again."
The incoming message bell chimed again.
Message from: DemonSis: of course I do
For a few long moments, neither Drake nor Josh spoke. The air in the room was so thick with tension Josh felt like he could break chunks of it off in his hands. He could practically feel Megan gloating all the way from Denver.
"Josh," Drake said under his breath, not turning his head. "We are so fucked."
A car door slammed outside before Josh could answer. He straightened up and glanced quickly out the window. "Mom and Dad are home," he said. "What are we going to do? We thought we were going to get Megan in trouble, but now we're the ones who are going to -- " He broke off abruptly as his stomach started to churn. The thought of spending his last few days at home under the dark cloud now threatening to burst over their heads was unbearable. Drake's fingers were trembling on the mouse as he quickly closed the browser window, and Josh crossed his legs against a sudden, overwhelming urge to pee.
The chime rang one last time just as the front door slammed and Mom's voice calling "We're home!" floated up the stairs.
Message from: DemonSis: don’t worry so much, boobs. i wont tell if you won't tell......
The End
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. Adult language and concepts.
Author's note: I am SO SORRY it took me so long to finish this. I was totally obsessed distracted for several months by the US presidential electon, then work and RL and yuletide got in the way. I hope readers will still remember what happened in the earlier chapters at this point... Anyway, here's the last of it. Thanks for your patience. :-) Crossposted to drakexjosh.
Previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2.
Drake crashed through their bedroom door with a whoop that would have put a Sioux warrior to shame. "Yes!" he shouted, thrusting Megan's notebook into the air above his head. "We got it!"
"Yeah we did!" Josh said, hooting with laughter, and this time Drake returned his high five.
"Oh, this is so awesome. We have totally got her now." Drake plopped down on the couch and stretched his legs out in front of him. "Okay," he said eagerly, flipping the notebook open. "You grab us a couple of sodas, and I will read you a story."
Josh pulled two cans of Mountain Fizz from the refrigerator and slid one across the table to Drake, then wedged himself into the space between Drake's feet and the arm of the couch.
"Here we go," Drake said as soon as Josh got comfortable. He looked down at the notebook in his lap. "'Boobs in Love, by DemonSis,'" he read. He cocked his head to the side and glanced up at Josh. "'DemonSis'? What the hell does that mean?"
"I don't know," Josh replied, manipulating the tab on his soda can. "Unless Megan's using a pseudonym."
"A what?"
"A pen name. You know, like Mark Twain."
"Mark Twain wrote porn?"
Josh sighed. "No," he said, rolling his eyes. "Mark Twain did not write porn. C'mon, read it."
"Right. Okay. Here we go."
****
Boobs In Love
by DemonSis
Chapter 1
He was lying on his side in bed, looking down at the sleeping face next to him. The sun was shining on it and the closed eyelids were glowing and it looked peaceful. He might of called it beautiful if he'd been the kind of person who thought about things that way. But he wasn't. Especially not this morning, because all he could wonder about was if they'd made a huge mistake.
I wonder if this was a huge mistake, he thought. The night before had been really cool. He'd felt lots of amazing things he'd never felt before, but now he was feeling kind of weird about it. This feels kind of weird, he thought. But he felt good too, or at least some parts of him did.
It had taken them a lot of time to get to this point. A really long time. Too long. Drew Piper, he thought, you sure wasted a lot of time.
Drake stopped reading and frowned at the page in front of him. "Drew Piper," he said thoughtfully. "Where have I heard that name before?"
"Not sure," Josh replied. Something about the name seemed familiar to him, too. He pointed at the notebook. "Keep going," he said. "Megan's a pretty good writer, eh?"
Drake shrugged. "I guess."
The room was cold. Drew pulled the blanket up and moved closer to the person next to him. That helped a little. He tried not to wake the other person up, but it didn't work. Jerry's eyelids blinked opened and Drew kissed the tip of that pert little nose.
Drake's eyebrows drew together. "Jerry," he said. "That's a weird name for a girl."
The hairs on the back of Josh's neck started to prickle. "Uh, I don't think it is a girl," he said slowly.
"Sure it is. What else could it be?"
Josh swallowed hard. "A guy?"
"Yeah, right," Drake scoffed. "Megan's writing porn about two guys."
Josh cleared his throat. "Drake --"
"Just shut up for a second and you'll see. I don't know where you get these ideas, man."
"You're up early," Jerry said, grinning toothily.
Drew drew one hand down Jerry's chest to the stomach and slipped it into Jerry's underwear. "So are you," he said, wrapping his fingers around Jerry's --
"Oh, my God." Drake's eyes were round as saucers as he looked up at Josh.
"See? I told you!"
"Oh, my God!" Drake said again, bringing the notebook so close to his face his eyes nearly crossed. "No, no, no, this can't be right. Jerry's got to be a girl."
"How many girls do you know named Jerry?" Josh demanded.
"I don't know." Drake's eyes darted around the room as though the answer was hidden in one of the corners. "Jerry Hall," he said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Josh. "She was married to Mick Jagger."
"Yeah, great," Josh retorted. "You think she had something in her underwear that Mick could wrap his fingers around?"
"Oh, my God."
"Exactly."
Drake scanned the page in front of him again. "Wait a second," he said, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "Drew and Jerry?" He dropped the book into his lap and stared at Josh, the color draining from his cheeks. "Is that... is that who I think it is?"
Josh's stomach felt like it had the night they rode the Demonator. "Nah," he said, raising one shoulder in an attempt at an indifferent shrug. "It can't be."
"What was Drew's last name?" Drake said, snatching up the book again and riffling through the pages.
"Blake. So it can't be them. This Drew's last name is Piper." Josh breathed a gusty sigh of relief.
"And this Jerry's last name is... Nettles," Drake said, tapping one of the pages with his index finger. "The other Jerry's last name is Polk."
"So it's not them."
"Nope." Drake chewed his bottom lip until it glistened. "Drew Piper still sounds really familiar, though. I wish I could remember where I've heard it be--" He stopped in mid-sentence and took a deep breath. "Wait a second. What are their last names on the show?"
"I don't know."
"Well, go check!" Drake said, his voice rising to a squeak. He pointed to the computer, and Josh jumped up as though the couch cushions were swarming with fire ants.
The next ice age came and went while the computer booted up. Drake mumbled non-stop while the hard drive whirred and Josh drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk. "Oh, this is unbelievable," Drake whined. "Now Drew's got his tongue in Jerry's mouth. Ew. Oh ew, they're giving each other a handjob." The computer was finally ready to go, but it took another month and a half for the browser to open. "Oh, my God, now they're sucking each other's dicks!" Drake threw the notebook on the floor. "I can't read any more of this. How does Megan even know about this kind of stuff?"
A few clicks of the mouse, and Josh had pulled up the information he sought. His heart sank as he started to read. "'Drew Piper and Jerry Nettles are two guys with different personalities. Really different.'" Josh licked his dry lips. "'Going to the same school is about the only thing they have in common --'"
"Stop," Drake said. "That's enough." Josh turned in his chair and found himself at eye level with Drake's crotch. He hadn't even heard Drake come up behind him. He dug his heels into the floor and shoved the chair backwards. "This is just great," Drake continued, running his fingers distractedly through his hair.
"Hey, at least she's not writing about the Drew and Jerry we know. Knew. Know." Josh scratched his head. "Not really."
"Yeah, that's just great," Drake replied, starting to pace. "She's writing porn about two fictional characters. Not only that, she's writing porn about fictional characters who are both guys. What kind of sick mind does that?"
"C'mon, don't be so hard on her." Josh ducked his head barely in time to avoid getting smacked by Drake's elbow. "She's a kid. It's probably just a phase. Or... or maybe she's writing it for English class."
"Oh, my God!" Drake stopped in his tracks and stared at Josh, his eyes wide with horror. "You don't think --"
"Yeah, no, forget I said that," Josh said quickly, spreading his hands. "I'm sure she's not going to show it to anyone else. Who'd be interested?" He tried to laugh the idea off but the words sounded hollow, even to his own ears. Megan never did anything that wasn't ultimately designed to attract other people's attention. From the look on Drake's face, Josh could tell he wasn't buying it, either. "So, what should we do now?" he rushed on before Drake could get a chance to think. That didn't happen often, but when it did it always made things worse. "Wanna show this to Mom and Dad, get Megan in some trouble? That's what this whole thing was about, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." Drake's eyes skirted the notebook and he wrinkled his nose as though it smelled of skunk and horseshit mixed together. "I don't know about this any more, man. It'd get Megan in trouble all right, but it could also give Mom and Walter a heart attack if they knew."
"Oh, come on. It's not that big a deal. It's no worse than you watching that porn flick with the two girls."
The moment the words were out of his mouth Josh regretted them. He'd only seen that expression on Drake's face once before, the time Drake had been too impatient to wait for the chicken to finish cooking and had spent the night hugging the toilet. "You don't think --" Drake broke off with a huge swallow, and Josh made a grab for the garbage can. "You don't think she's actually getting off on this stuff, do you?"
"I don't -- I'm sure she's... well, maybe." Josh's voice trailed off as Drake sucked in a breath. "No," he said firmly. "Of course not."
Drake threw his hands up in the air. "This is too weird for me, man," he said, backing away. His feet got tangled in one another as he tripped up the stairs. "I can't deal with it right now." Josh winced as the door banged shut and then bounced open again. Drake's footsteps were like pistol shots as he barreled down the steps.
***
Chapter 7
Drew's brown eyes met Jerry's blue orbs and they locked. A tear leaked out of the one on Jerry's left. "Don't" the cinammon haired boy begged, brushing it away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be like this."
"I know," Jerry answered. "It's just so hard to see you with girls when all I want is to be with you all the time. How come they get to kiss you in public and I don't?" he pouted.
"I want to kiss you right now," Drew responded. "I want everyone and everything to know how I feel about you."
"How do you feel about me?" Jerry questions softly.
Drew gave a sad smile. "You know I'm no good talking about stuff like that," he objected. "Let me tell you this way instead." He pulled his saxophone out of it's case and played a sad, beautiful song that made a lump in Jerry's throat. "I wrote it myself," he informed him, locking the sparkling gold instrument back in it's case. "For you." He smiled, his eyes shining.
"It's really sad and beautiful," Jerry gulped noisily "but what does it mean?. You never say it. I want you to say it," he whispered. "I need you to tell me. How do you feel about me?"
***
A sharp poke in the ribs startled Josh awake. "What's going on?" he shouted, sitting up so quickly his stomach muscles cramped. He blinked in the flickering light of the television screen, slumping back against the couch cushion when the shadow next to him took form. "Drake?"
"Oh, hi," Drake said casually. "You couldn't sleep?"
Josh swiped the drool from his chin with two fingers. "How long have you been sitting there?" he asked with a yawn. A quick glance at the clock showed it was a few minutes past midnight.
"Just got here," Drake said, and he if hadn't been wearing his pajamas and clutching a can of Mocha Cola dripping sweat from the heat of their room, Josh might have believed it.
He ignored the lie and rubbed at the tender spot on his side. "Where'd you go?"
"Driving."
"All this time?"
"Yeah."
Josh had more he wanted to say, but judging from Drake's apparently unbreakable concentration on the TV screen now wasn't the time. They watched David Letterman's monologue together in silence. This wasn't such an unusual thing; they watched TV together in silence all the time. But this wasn't their usual companionable silence, the kind easily broken by an offhand comment or inane joke that would have them both in hysterics. This silence felt thick and strangely loud, and the longer it went on the more oppressive it became. Josh cleared his throat and it sounded like a lion's roar in the stillness. Drake flinched.
"You okay?" Josh asked softly, and when Drake turned his head and nodded Josh could see the pulse point fluttering in Drake's neck. His heart was running like a train. "You sure?"
Drake plunked the soda can on top of Megan's notebook, which was lying face down on the table at Josh's feet. "You read it?"
Josh could feel his cheeks growing warm as he nodded. It felt like the body language equivalent of confessing a mortal sin.
"All of it?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, as much of it as there is. It's not finished."
"And?"
Josh shrugged. "It's... I guess it's okay."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean... it's not just sex, you know? There actually isn't much of that in there at all. It's about... it's about them. The two of them. Their relationship." Josh looked down at his hands twisting in his lap. "It's actually kind of sad."
Something warm brushed the edge of Josh's leg, and when he glanced in that direction he could see the plaid pattern of Drake's pajama bottoms out of the corner of his eye. "Why's it sad?" Drake asked.
"Because," Josh said. "They're like... in love, or something. With each other. And they can't talk about it, or even admit to it to themselves. Because, well... you know." He sighed. "I don't know, it made me feel bad for them." He raised his head slowly. Drake was sitting so close now Josh could feel Drake's chest expand against his side when he took a deep breath. "Can you imagine what that must be like?" he said softly.
Letterman's audience laughed, an odd counterpoint to the intensely serious look Drake was giving him, as though he'd never seen Josh before and wanted to memorize his face so he could draw a picture of it later. He inched closer still, until the pressure of his leg against Josh's forced him to draw his knees together to make room. This time when Drake's bangs fell into his eyes Josh didn't curb the temptation to reach out and brush them away. He let his fingers linger in Drake's hair, carding back through it until his palm was cradling the back of Drake's head.
"Maybe," Drake whispered. He leaned in close, his lips slightly parted and glistening in the half-light. Josh would never be sure if he dragged Drake's head closer or if Drake moved in on his own, but the instant Drake's lips touched his Josh decided it really didn't matter. The Late Show band started to play as Drake first kissed one corner of Josh's mouth, then the other and back again, as though he couldn't decide which side he wanted more. His lips were surprisingly soft, his touch surprisingly tentative, and for a moment Josh almost felt cheated. He'd seen Drake kiss dozens of girls more aggressively than Drake was kissing him now. His heart was beating hard enough to feel the vibrations throughout his whole torso, but he ignored the flutter of nerves and pulled Drake closer, tilting his head so Drake's mouth met his full-on. Drake drew in a sharp breath through his nose and lunged, and in the blink of an eye Josh found himself with a lapful of squirming stepbrother.
The squirming wasn't helping. Or rather it was, but in all the wrong ways. Drake's crotch was flush against Josh's, heavy and blood-warm, and Josh felt the pressure starting to pool in his own groin as Drake rubbed against him.
A quick stab of fear made his stomach clench. "Wait," he managed, twisting his face away from Drake's. "Maybe we should stop."
"No no, it's cool, it's cool," Drake said breathlessly. With a quick jerk of the hips he slid forward on Josh's thighs and pressed up hard against him, and Josh lost his protest to a gasp of surprise.
"Yeah, okay," he said, swallowing thickly, cupping his hands around Drake's ass and pulling him in even closer. Drake dropped his head and slid his tongue between Josh's teeth, hands smoothing down the front of Josh's T-shirt as though searching for breasts that didn't exist, fingers twisting in the fabric over the stiff nipples he found instead. He was grinding against Josh now, tilting his hips backward on the downward stroke to increase the leverage when he slid back up, and it didn't take long before Josh began to feel the familiar anticipatory buzz coiling around the base of his spine.
"Drake, I'm gonna -- Oh, God..."
"Josh, Josh," Drake whispered, his lips tickling the side of Josh's neck, "it's okay, man, let it go." He was shivering against Josh's chest, his breath hot and damp against Josh's ear, and with a strangled groan Josh clamped his hands on Drake's ass and held him fast, bucking frantically beneath him until a burst of wet heat between their bellies left him wheezing.
Josh let his head flop down onto the back of the couch, blowing great puffs of air like a winded runner. Drake's teeth were still tugging at his earlobe. He sat without moving until his heart rate had nearly returned to normal and the mess on his stomach had cooled to an uncomfortable degree, then cracked one eye open. Lindsay Lohan was laughing at one of David Letterman's jokes. Reality hit Josh between the eyes like a hollow-point bullet.
"What -- what just happened?" he said hoarsely, straightening up and making a reluctant attempt to push Drake off his lap. Drake, however, was having none of it.
"Don't overthink it, Josh." His lips tickled the shell of Josh's ear. "Sometimes shit just happens. Besides." He nudged his pelvis forward so Josh could feel his lingering erection. "It's not over. I didn't get mine yet."
"Drake -- "
"C'mon, Josh," Drake wheedled, his tone bordering on a petulant whine, "you can't just roll over and go to sleep on me now." He slid off Josh's lap and grabbed one of his hands, trying to yank him up off the couch. "C'mon," he said again, nodding toward Josh's bed. "Please?"
A paper towel commercial was trying to convince them a couple of wet sheets were strong enough to lift a bowling ball. Josh fumbled in the cushions to find the remote and turned the TV off before letting Drake pull him to his feet.
***
"So I guess you're okay with this now, eh?"
Drake stopped teasing the hair on Josh's belly and looked up. "What are you talking about?"
"You know. Megan and her story, the whole Drew and Jerry thing. You're okay with all that now."
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, nothing really," Josh said sarcastically. "Though the fact that we were up half the night screwing around might have something to do with it, I suppose."
"I can see where that might give you the wrong impression."
"Seriously, Drake," Josh said, dropping his arm around Drake's shoulders and pulling him closer. "What made you change your mind?"
Drake propped himself up on his forearms so he could look Josh in the eye. "Well, I guess..." He stopped and looked away, apparently lost for what to say next, and it occurred to Josh that he'd never seen Drake so unsure of himself. It was a long time before he started to speak again. "Yesterday when I was out driving around, I got to thinking. Don't say it!" Drake said, cutting off Josh's smart ass retort before he had a chance to blurt it out. "C'mon, I'm serious here. I got to thinking about Drew and Jerry and how they're... well... us. You know? The cool guy and the nerd, the musician and the magician, the guy who gets all the hot girls and the doofus who dates the horrible evil bitch no one else can st --"
"Okay, I get it," Josh said, smacking the top of Drake's head.
"Anyway. They're us. And I got to wondering what it would be like. You know, if we... did... what they were doing." Drake sighed and dropped his head back down onto Josh's shoulder. "I know, I know, it sounds totally fucked."
"No," Josh said. "It doesn't." He petted Drake's hair, pulling at it gently and letting it slip from his fingers a few strands at a time. "It makes perfect sense. I was thinking the same thing as I was reading it. I mean, I understood just how the Jerry in the story felt. Because... well." He wanted to say more, but his tongue suddenly felt three sizes too big and the only words he could conjure to explain what he meant felt completely inadequate. He turned his head and brushed Drake's forehead with his lips. "Just because," he said finally.
Drake craned his neck backwards so their mouths could meet. "Yeah," he whispered, tugging gently at Josh's lower lip with his teeth, "I know," and when he slid his tongue across the spot to soothe away the tingle the nip had left behind, Josh knew they both understood what the other was trying to say.
***
"I'm sorry I said that stuff about your suitcases," Drake said later, spooning up against Josh's side.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I called you a jackass."
"Yeah, that was a bit of an overreaction."
"Hey!"
"Fine, forget I said anything."
"It's your fault anyway," Josh grumbled, kicking at the sheets tangled in a knot around their feet. "You kept acting like you didn't care about anything I was doing."
"Maybe I just didn't want you to know how much it sucks to see you getting ready to go to school halfway across the fucking country, did you ever think of that?"
Josh snapped his mouth shut. He'd almost forgotten he'd be leaving in a few days. "Oh. Yeah," he said, a hollow ache opening up in his belly. He felt homesick already, and Drake was still right there next to him. "And I guess I don't really want to leave. That's why it's been so hard to pack."
"So what are we going to do?" Drake couldn't meet Josh's eye. He was staring at the wall as though he expected the answer to all of their problems to be written there in red paint.
"Hey," Josh said hoarsely, shrugging the shoulder under Drake's head until Drake was forced to look up. "We'll work something out. Okay?"
Drake nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, okay."
"I'll be home for all of the holidays. And Spring Break. And the summer. Plus, you can always come out and visit me. It'll be cool, I promise." Josh wasn't sure which one of them he was trying harder to convince.
"Yeah," Drake said again, and a devilish twinkle lit his eyes. "And hey, in the meantime, we still have Megan's notebook. What do you say we give it to Mom and Walter after work tonight, so they have plenty of time to decide on her punishment before she gets home?"
"Deal," Josh said, grinning. He looked at the clock. "That gives up about nine hours. What d'you want to do to pass the time?"
Drake's smile made Josh's heart skip a beat.
***
"Hey, I just got an IM from Megan."
Josh stopped scrubbing his wet hair with the towel and dropped it on his bed next to the pile of clean sheets. "I thought you were going to make the bed," he said, finger combing his hair.
"I will. Eventually. Maybe."
"Drake, you promised. Mom and Dad will be home any minute now."
"I wanted to play some Boomstick. Besides, it's your bed."
Josh sighed. "Fine," he said, snatching the top sheet off the pile and unfolding it. "What does Megan want?"
"She sent me a link." Drake clicked away with the mouse as Josh tucked one corner of the mattress into the sheet. "To some site called Fictionfromfans.net. She says to read the bottom of the page." Josh stretched the sheet around a second corner and was just pulling it tight when a cry of alarm startled him so badly he nearly planted his face in the middle of the mattress. "Oh, my God, Josh! Get over here! You have to see this!"
Josh hurried across the room and bent low over Drake's shoulder. Drake was pointing at the computer screen with one shaking finger.
"I'm really sorry I said that stuff to you," Drew said.
"It's OK. I'm sorry I called you a jackass," Jerry replied.
"Yeah, that was kind of an overreaction," Drew responds.
"Hey!" Jerry yelped.
"Fine, forget I said anything" Drew answered.
"It was all your fault anyway," Jerry insisted. "You acted like you didn't give a shit about anything I was doing."
"Maybe I just didn't want you to know how much I hate to see you getting ready to go to school halfway across the country, did that ever occur to you?" Drew snapped.
Jerry bowed his giant head so Drew couldn't see the tears dripping down his cheeks. "And I don't really want to leave," he sobbed.
Drew patted him on the back and rubbed circles around his shoulderblades. "So what are we going to do?" Drew asked.
Jerry wiped his nose on his sleeve and was surprised when he look at Drew to see Drew's eyes were watering to. "Hey," Jerry grunted comfortingly, hugging his boyfriend close. "We'll work something out, OK?"
Drew gave him a sappy smile through his tears. "Yeah, OK," he said, hugging him back.
"What the hell is this?" Drake screamed. Josh couldn't seem to get his mouth to work; the best he could manage was a feeble sputter in response. The incoming message chime sounded again, and Drake clicked furiously to open the dialogue box.
Message from: DemonSis: its the last chapter of Boobs In Love. how do u like it?
"Oh, my God," Josh said. The room felt like it was tilting beneath his feet.
"You mean this is on the Internet?" Drake said, his voice squeaking like a thirteen-year-old in the middle of puberty. His face was whiter than a sheet as he turned toward Josh. "I thought you said she'd never share this with anyone else! That no one else would ever be interested!"
"How was I supposed to know?" Josh demanded. He gulped in a few deep breaths of air, but before he could say anything more the computer's chime rang again, and kept ringing as more of Megan's IM bombs poured in.
Message from: DemonSis: of course its on the intrnet
Message from: DemonSis: in fact its one of the most popular stories in the d&j fandom
Message from: DemonSis: i had massive writers block & u boobs really helped me out these past few days
Message from: DemonSis: i've got enough material now 2 write a whole series. THX!!!!!!! :D :D :D
Josh's heart sank down into his feet. "She -- " He swallowed against the dry lump rising in his throat. "She must have this room bugged," he said. "Again."
The incoming message bell chimed again.
Message from: DemonSis: of course I do
For a few long moments, neither Drake nor Josh spoke. The air in the room was so thick with tension Josh felt like he could break chunks of it off in his hands. He could practically feel Megan gloating all the way from Denver.
"Josh," Drake said under his breath, not turning his head. "We are so fucked."
A car door slammed outside before Josh could answer. He straightened up and glanced quickly out the window. "Mom and Dad are home," he said. "What are we going to do? We thought we were going to get Megan in trouble, but now we're the ones who are going to -- " He broke off abruptly as his stomach started to churn. The thought of spending his last few days at home under the dark cloud now threatening to burst over their heads was unbearable. Drake's fingers were trembling on the mouse as he quickly closed the browser window, and Josh crossed his legs against a sudden, overwhelming urge to pee.
The chime rang one last time just as the front door slammed and Mom's voice calling "We're home!" floated up the stairs.
Message from: DemonSis: don’t worry so much, boobs. i wont tell if you won't tell......
The End