50ficlets/theatrical_muse ficlet. Prompt: Show&Tell (TM)/Talk To Me (50ficlets)
I know this is cheating, but when one ficlet matches two different prompts, what's a girl to do?
A sorta kinda prequel to this ficlet. Crossposted.
It's 2:30 in the morning when Drake decides he can't take it anymore.
He's been lying in bed since midnight, listening to Josh breathe, trying to ignore the painful knot of dread tightening in his chest. The blanket is in a twisted heap under the loft where he'd kicked it off an hour earlier, and now he regrets it. The air conditioner is running full blast, and the frigid air whistling through the vent above his bed is making him shiver. With a sigh, he rolls over and squints in the direction of the clock on his bedside table.
Josh is leaving in seven hours.
When he climbs down the ladder, Drake means only to scoop up the blanket and drag it back into bed. But just then Josh turns over so the moonlight washes over his face, and Drake freezes in mid-bend. The blanket slips through his grasping fingers.
Josh wakes up with a snort the moment Drake slides between his warm, flowery-smelling sheets, just as Drake had intended he should. "Drake?" he says as Drake scoots up close, his voice thick with sleep as he blearily lifts his head. "Whassamatter? You have another nightmare?"
Drake doesn't answer. Instead, he buries his hands in Josh's hair and drags his head forward until their foreheads are touching, kneading his fingers into Josh's scalp like a nervous kitten. "Drake?" Josh says again, a hoarse whisper this time, his breath warm and moist against Drake's lips. Drake's eyes are stinging as he jerks his chin forward so their mouths collide, swallowing up whatever Josh was going to say next. There's no need for words right now, and none to express what Drake wants to say anyway. He lets the kiss speak for him instead, lets the fear and the urgency and the despair wash out of him, and he prays Josh will get the message.
Josh's skin is warm and alive beneath Drake's fingers, and grows warmer still as they grope at each other in the dark, the muscles in his belly shivering as Drake crooks his fingers inside the waistband of his pajama pants. Drake's tongue only leaves Josh's mouth long enough to snatch a shuddering gasp of air when he comes, and before the last pulse has passed it's back in Josh's mouth so he can taste the answering moan bubbling up from Josh's throat.
When it's over, their mouths soften slowly against one another as they wait to catch their breath. Drake flexes his hips against Josh's thighs, grinding out the very last tremors of sensation until there's nothing left, and they fall silent and still. Drake rests his head on Josh's chest and closes his eyes, gripping Josh's wrinkled T-shirt tightly between his fingers. This hasn't changed anything. Josh is still leaving in the morning, and Drake still hasn't managed to say what he's been wanting to say for days.
Josh wraps his arm around Drake's shoulder and gathers him closer. "It's okay," he whispers, stroking gentle circles across Drake's shoulder blades. "Everything's gonna be okay. I promise." He drops a kiss on the top of Drake's head and rubs it in with his cheek. "I'm gonna miss you, too."
My 50ficlets table is here.
A sorta kinda prequel to this ficlet. Crossposted.
It's 2:30 in the morning when Drake decides he can't take it anymore.
He's been lying in bed since midnight, listening to Josh breathe, trying to ignore the painful knot of dread tightening in his chest. The blanket is in a twisted heap under the loft where he'd kicked it off an hour earlier, and now he regrets it. The air conditioner is running full blast, and the frigid air whistling through the vent above his bed is making him shiver. With a sigh, he rolls over and squints in the direction of the clock on his bedside table.
Josh is leaving in seven hours.
When he climbs down the ladder, Drake means only to scoop up the blanket and drag it back into bed. But just then Josh turns over so the moonlight washes over his face, and Drake freezes in mid-bend. The blanket slips through his grasping fingers.
Josh wakes up with a snort the moment Drake slides between his warm, flowery-smelling sheets, just as Drake had intended he should. "Drake?" he says as Drake scoots up close, his voice thick with sleep as he blearily lifts his head. "Whassamatter? You have another nightmare?"
Drake doesn't answer. Instead, he buries his hands in Josh's hair and drags his head forward until their foreheads are touching, kneading his fingers into Josh's scalp like a nervous kitten. "Drake?" Josh says again, a hoarse whisper this time, his breath warm and moist against Drake's lips. Drake's eyes are stinging as he jerks his chin forward so their mouths collide, swallowing up whatever Josh was going to say next. There's no need for words right now, and none to express what Drake wants to say anyway. He lets the kiss speak for him instead, lets the fear and the urgency and the despair wash out of him, and he prays Josh will get the message.
Josh's skin is warm and alive beneath Drake's fingers, and grows warmer still as they grope at each other in the dark, the muscles in his belly shivering as Drake crooks his fingers inside the waistband of his pajama pants. Drake's tongue only leaves Josh's mouth long enough to snatch a shuddering gasp of air when he comes, and before the last pulse has passed it's back in Josh's mouth so he can taste the answering moan bubbling up from Josh's throat.
When it's over, their mouths soften slowly against one another as they wait to catch their breath. Drake flexes his hips against Josh's thighs, grinding out the very last tremors of sensation until there's nothing left, and they fall silent and still. Drake rests his head on Josh's chest and closes his eyes, gripping Josh's wrinkled T-shirt tightly between his fingers. This hasn't changed anything. Josh is still leaving in the morning, and Drake still hasn't managed to say what he's been wanting to say for days.
Josh wraps his arm around Drake's shoulder and gathers him closer. "It's okay," he whispers, stroking gentle circles across Drake's shoulder blades. "Everything's gonna be okay. I promise." He drops a kiss on the top of Drake's head and rubs it in with his cheek. "I'm gonna miss you, too."
My 50ficlets table is here.