FIC: Bench Talk
Title: Bench talk
Rated: R (Just for swearing)
Pairing: (RPS) Implied Josh Peck/Devon Werkheiser, one-sided Drake Bell/Josh Peck
Summary: Drake and Josh have a conversation about Josh’s new jailbait boyfriend.
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction. Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.
A/N: THANK YOU stttmsbwa for reading over this...and you know, not running away in fear when I asked you to beta. ♥
“Isn’t he a little too young?”
Josh has a plastic spoon in his mouth, tongue full of ice cream when he says, “Huh?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” Drake twirls the spoon in his own cup of ice cream while Josh just stares at him.
“No, actually, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“Your new...friend,” Drake says, eyeing the courtyard. There’s a bunch of crew members milling around while they wait to move to another location for the Christmas movie. Drake tugs at the collar of his wool red sweater. He feels sweaty and uncomfortable wearing so many layers in the middle of July, it’s suffocating. “The one you’ve been spending a lot of time with lately,” he elaborates. He gives Josh a knowing look, and Josh’s cheeks redden slightly.
Josh has the smallest serving of ice cream known to man. The tiny cup is knocked over, empty, beside him on the bench. It makes Drake feel bad about getting a double scoop large sized cup.
“Come on, he’s not that young.”
“He’s thirteen.”
“Seventeen.”
“Exactly, he’s practically a toddler.”
“Shut-up, you’re practically a toddler.
“Ass.”
Josh smiles winningly. He has that ‘you-know-you-love-me’ look plastered across his face. Drake laughs.
Josh doesn’t like being serious. He skirts around serious conversations with jokes and sarcasm that most people should find annoying, but somehow Josh gets a way with it by giving people a cheeky smile with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. Why take life so seriously? You only live once. Drake understood that.
“Underage,” Drake says after a quiet moment. He scoops a big chunk of ice cream with his spoon before plopping it in his mouth. It feels nice and cool going down his throat.
Josh gives him a side-glance, a small smile at his lips. “I like to live dangerously.”
Drake snorts. They sit in silence for a long while. Drake eats his ice cream, glancing at Josh’s profile every once in a while. He watches as a bit of wind lifts some of the dark strands of his hair off his face, the small smile on his lips never fading. Drake wonders if it’s Devon making him smile like that. Devon Werkheiser. The boy that somehow earned a place in Josh’s heart.
Devon is good-looking, Drake will admit, and funny, and strangely shares Josh’s sense of humor. He’s young. With gangly limbs that Drake knows are in process of being firm and lithe, and a pleasing smile beneath floppy bangs - Drake understands the appeal. Not that he’ll tell Josh that.
He’s sweet, not overtly sugary sweet, but an innocent thoughtful sort of sweet. He leaves Josh notes. Little notes like they’re in middle school. Drake tells him this.
“He’s a kid at heart,” Josh responds easily.
“That’s because he is a kid.”
“Why do you care so much? Hm?” Josh watches him closely. His pale green eyes are warm on his skin, it makes Drake shift uncomfortably, run his fingers through his bangs, and glance around.
“There’s so many things that could go wrong, I’m just-I want to be a good friend here.” Drake isn’t that great with words when he’s not writing a song, he knows this, and it’s endlessly frustrating.
Of course, Josh always teases him, asks him if he needs a script, or tells him to speak English.
Now, though, he’s biting his bottom lip like he knows something Drake doesn’t. “No worries,” his expression turning smug, he says, “I can handle anything.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“Is that right?” The side of Josh’s lips quirk up.
“Yeah,” Drake says. Josh keeps staring at him with that amused glint in his eyes, and Drake stares back. “What?”
“Nothing.” Josh chuckles to himself, a throaty, warm chuckle.
“He must really put you in a good mood.”
Josh grins. “This is really bugging you.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Don’t worry Drake, you’ll always have a place in my heart,” Josh says sweetly, putting his hand on his chest. “You’re my main squeeze.”
Drake makes a face, and Josh leans over to wrap his arms around him and kiss him on the cheek but Drake shoves him. “Fuck off.”
“You know I love you,” Josh insists, trying to pull the other boy close. Drake ignores the flip in his stomach, choosing instead to put up a fight, half-heartedly elbowing Josh away.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he says, sounding grouchy but he’s fighting a smile. Josh is persistent in his hugs, and Drake can’t help laughing. Josh tends to do that, he makes Drake feel…something. He lets Josh hug him. Drake was never much of a fighter.
When they have to get up to leave, Josh throws his tiny paper cup away and turns to Drake with a cheeky smile. “You feelin’ secure now?”
Drake throws his empty cup at his head.
Rated: R (Just for swearing)
Pairing: (RPS) Implied Josh Peck/Devon Werkheiser, one-sided Drake Bell/Josh Peck
Summary: Drake and Josh have a conversation about Josh’s new jailbait boyfriend.
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction. Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.
A/N: THANK YOU stttmsbwa for reading over this...and you know, not running away in fear when I asked you to beta. ♥
“Isn’t he a little too young?”
Josh has a plastic spoon in his mouth, tongue full of ice cream when he says, “Huh?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” Drake twirls the spoon in his own cup of ice cream while Josh just stares at him.
“No, actually, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“Your new...friend,” Drake says, eyeing the courtyard. There’s a bunch of crew members milling around while they wait to move to another location for the Christmas movie. Drake tugs at the collar of his wool red sweater. He feels sweaty and uncomfortable wearing so many layers in the middle of July, it’s suffocating. “The one you’ve been spending a lot of time with lately,” he elaborates. He gives Josh a knowing look, and Josh’s cheeks redden slightly.
Josh has the smallest serving of ice cream known to man. The tiny cup is knocked over, empty, beside him on the bench. It makes Drake feel bad about getting a double scoop large sized cup.
“Come on, he’s not that young.”
“He’s thirteen.”
“Seventeen.”
“Exactly, he’s practically a toddler.”
“Shut-up, you’re practically a toddler.
“Ass.”
Josh smiles winningly. He has that ‘you-know-you-love-me’ look plastered across his face. Drake laughs.
Josh doesn’t like being serious. He skirts around serious conversations with jokes and sarcasm that most people should find annoying, but somehow Josh gets a way with it by giving people a cheeky smile with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. Why take life so seriously? You only live once. Drake understood that.
“Underage,” Drake says after a quiet moment. He scoops a big chunk of ice cream with his spoon before plopping it in his mouth. It feels nice and cool going down his throat.
Josh gives him a side-glance, a small smile at his lips. “I like to live dangerously.”
Drake snorts. They sit in silence for a long while. Drake eats his ice cream, glancing at Josh’s profile every once in a while. He watches as a bit of wind lifts some of the dark strands of his hair off his face, the small smile on his lips never fading. Drake wonders if it’s Devon making him smile like that. Devon Werkheiser. The boy that somehow earned a place in Josh’s heart.
Devon is good-looking, Drake will admit, and funny, and strangely shares Josh’s sense of humor. He’s young. With gangly limbs that Drake knows are in process of being firm and lithe, and a pleasing smile beneath floppy bangs - Drake understands the appeal. Not that he’ll tell Josh that.
He’s sweet, not overtly sugary sweet, but an innocent thoughtful sort of sweet. He leaves Josh notes. Little notes like they’re in middle school. Drake tells him this.
“He’s a kid at heart,” Josh responds easily.
“That’s because he is a kid.”
“Why do you care so much? Hm?” Josh watches him closely. His pale green eyes are warm on his skin, it makes Drake shift uncomfortably, run his fingers through his bangs, and glance around.
“There’s so many things that could go wrong, I’m just-I want to be a good friend here.” Drake isn’t that great with words when he’s not writing a song, he knows this, and it’s endlessly frustrating.
Of course, Josh always teases him, asks him if he needs a script, or tells him to speak English.
Now, though, he’s biting his bottom lip like he knows something Drake doesn’t. “No worries,” his expression turning smug, he says, “I can handle anything.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“Is that right?” The side of Josh’s lips quirk up.
“Yeah,” Drake says. Josh keeps staring at him with that amused glint in his eyes, and Drake stares back. “What?”
“Nothing.” Josh chuckles to himself, a throaty, warm chuckle.
“He must really put you in a good mood.”
Josh grins. “This is really bugging you.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Don’t worry Drake, you’ll always have a place in my heart,” Josh says sweetly, putting his hand on his chest. “You’re my main squeeze.”
Drake makes a face, and Josh leans over to wrap his arms around him and kiss him on the cheek but Drake shoves him. “Fuck off.”
“You know I love you,” Josh insists, trying to pull the other boy close. Drake ignores the flip in his stomach, choosing instead to put up a fight, half-heartedly elbowing Josh away.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he says, sounding grouchy but he’s fighting a smile. Josh is persistent in his hugs, and Drake can’t help laughing. Josh tends to do that, he makes Drake feel…something. He lets Josh hug him. Drake was never much of a fighter.
When they have to get up to leave, Josh throws his tiny paper cup away and turns to Drake with a cheeky smile. “You feelin’ secure now?”
Drake throws his empty cup at his head.