fic: Best Present Ever
Title: Best Present Ever
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: R
Summary: Drake's got a great idea for Josh's Christmas present.
A/N: So, here's the first of MY Christmas fics (sorry guys, what with RL and the Newsies fandom I've been kind of MIA), starting with secret_plasures's prompt of "non-Cracky crossdressing Drake." Alright, babe, I hope I did you justice. MERRY (late) CHRISTMAS!!!
In all honesty, the idea had hit Drake the year they saved Christmas - in fact, the instant Drake pulled into the thick and heavy Santa suit and gazed at himself in the mirror. He caught his reflection’s gaze and paused to take in the impact of deep red velvet with a trim of pure white.
It was a fleeting thought, a thought that he giggled to himself about in a way that only an 18-year-old Drake could.
And when the thought came back to him almost year later (“Drake! Look at the photo I found of you and Josh working at the mall last year. Isn’t it adorable?”), it came back with such intensity that it inspired him in a way that only a 19-year-old Drake could.
Drake kept the idea tucked into the back of his head all through the month of November, a quick grin taking over his entire face for the few seconds he’d suddenly remind himself that he had the best plan ever.
--
Josh was weary and tired and, honestly, just wanted to throw away every one of his sweaters and embrace a palm tree for Christ’s sake.
Living in New York during the winter? The worst idea in the world. He was certain of it.
The plane ride home was long and bumpy and only aggravated Josh more. All he wanted was warm weather and home and Drake and bed.
Oh, and some of his mom’s sugar cookies would be great, too.
It was Josh’s decision to not go back to California for Thanksgiving, partly due to financial reasons and partly due to the fact that finals started only two weeks after the four day weekend. So Josh celebrated his Thanksgiving with a turkey sandwich dripping crumbs onto his Chemistry book.
It had been almost four months since Josh had left for college. Almost four months since he had seen his family. Almost four months since he had seen Drake.
Josh’s fingers fidgeted with his carry on bag as he walked briskly towards the luggage carrels.
He knew so very well that Drake and he had a lot of “catching up” to do.
--
The big welcome home and the big “I’ve missed you!” exclamations and the big, warm and tight hugs made Josh giddy and light headed and happy, so happy, to be back.
And the soft feel of Drake’s hands sneaking into his own as they walked up the stairs to their room to drop off Josh’s luggage - well, it made Josh even more happy.
Once the door was closed, Josh immediately dropped his bags and pinned Drake against the wooden panels, allowing his instincts to direct his lips and fingers and hips to all the proper places.
Drake managed to untuck Josh’s shirt and slip his hand down Josh’s jeans, tilting his mouth upwards to whisper into Josh’s ear, “Just you wait until I show you what I got you for Christmas. You’re gonna love it.”
With the teasing tone of Drake’s voice and the unbelievable and much-missed feel of Drake’s slender guitar-calloused fingers, Josh couldn’t help but instantly fall apart.
And in his state of euphoric bliss, Josh completely forgot what Drake had tantalizingly whispered to him.
--
Drake had planned the evening perfectly. Megan would be at a friend’s Christmas party. Mom and Walter were out for their Christmas Eve dinner at some fancy restaurant that was at least a forty minute drive away.
Josh would be home at any minute, coming back from visiting with Craig and Eric.
After making sure that the candles were all lit and that the rest of the house was set up appropriately, Drake tightened the sash around his waist, sat himself on the rungs of his loft bed’s ladder, and waited.
--
Chuckling to himself (some things never changed, he’d discovered after spending the last two hours talking with Craig and Eric as if not a day had passed), Josh walked up to the front door of the house and opened the door.
Not a single light was on, and not a single person was in sight.
“Hello? Anyone home?”
Christmas Eve and Josh was in a dark house all by himself.
Great.
“Stupid Drake. He told me he didn’t have any plans tonight. Jerk.”
Scowling to himself, Josh made his way up the stairs to the bedroom, his hands grasping the railing a little tighter as he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him.
As he opened the door, though, pinpricks of soft light greeted him as Josh walked into the room and took in the sight of lit candles.
And the sight of Drake. Leaning casually against the steps of his bed’s ladder.
In the dim lighting, Josh squinted and did a double take.
“Drake, what’s going on? What are you - “
Walking a little bit closer, Josh nearly bit his tongue as he gasped and gulped at the same time. He let his eyes slowly sweep from Drake’s feet to his head, trying to fully comprehend what exactly was going on just as Drake pulled the sash on his jacket and revealed what was happening underneath his pea coat.
Legs covered in the dark sheer fabric that could only be pantyhose leggings ran up Drake’s usually milky white legs until they stopped at the start of the white trim of the very short skirt of a very tight and velvety red dress.
Red dress. Velvet. Drake. In red velvet dress. With a v-neck cut that plunged down towards Drake’s stomach (obviously meant to accentuate two somethings that Drake did not have). And a thin, black buckle belt that cinched in Drake’s slim waist.
And Josh couldn’t help but stumble and stammer his way towards Drake.
“You- you’re - and that’s - oh my God - you’re in red - and pantyhose, and oh my God Drake - you’re in a dress.”
Holding a smirk, Drake tried his best to calm his trembling frame (Did Josh like it? Did he? Did he?) as he slipped out of the pea coat and tossed it to the side.
Like a flag signaling the start of the race, Josh instantly pounced on Drake, fingers raking up Drake’s thighs and under the skirt of the dress to pull Drake up and against his own hips. Drake gasped at the roughness and clutched to Josh’s shoulders.
“Oh, fuck Drake. You’re not wearing underwear.”
Drake managed to breathily reply (“I know.”) before Josh attacked his lips with his own.
They barely managed to make it up the metal steps to Drake’s bed before Josh was out of his pants and hitching up Drake’s dress.
--
After two goes with the dress on and one without, Drake sighed heavily and buried his head into the crook of Josh’s neck.
“Drake, you - that - well, fuck.”
“Already did that.”
Josh rolled his eyes and smiled. “This sure beats my present. I mean, here I thought that getting you a new guitar case would be nice, and you go and do this?”
“I’m the best, I know.”
Nodding with agreement, Josh closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of Drake’s body pressed against his.
“Best Christmas ever?”
“Now it is.”
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: R
Summary: Drake's got a great idea for Josh's Christmas present.
A/N: So, here's the first of MY Christmas fics (sorry guys, what with RL and the Newsies fandom I've been kind of MIA), starting with secret_plasures's prompt of "non-Cracky crossdressing Drake." Alright, babe, I hope I did you justice. MERRY (late) CHRISTMAS!!!
In all honesty, the idea had hit Drake the year they saved Christmas - in fact, the instant Drake pulled into the thick and heavy Santa suit and gazed at himself in the mirror. He caught his reflection’s gaze and paused to take in the impact of deep red velvet with a trim of pure white.
It was a fleeting thought, a thought that he giggled to himself about in a way that only an 18-year-old Drake could.
And when the thought came back to him almost year later (“Drake! Look at the photo I found of you and Josh working at the mall last year. Isn’t it adorable?”), it came back with such intensity that it inspired him in a way that only a 19-year-old Drake could.
Drake kept the idea tucked into the back of his head all through the month of November, a quick grin taking over his entire face for the few seconds he’d suddenly remind himself that he had the best plan ever.
--
Josh was weary and tired and, honestly, just wanted to throw away every one of his sweaters and embrace a palm tree for Christ’s sake.
Living in New York during the winter? The worst idea in the world. He was certain of it.
The plane ride home was long and bumpy and only aggravated Josh more. All he wanted was warm weather and home and Drake and bed.
Oh, and some of his mom’s sugar cookies would be great, too.
It was Josh’s decision to not go back to California for Thanksgiving, partly due to financial reasons and partly due to the fact that finals started only two weeks after the four day weekend. So Josh celebrated his Thanksgiving with a turkey sandwich dripping crumbs onto his Chemistry book.
It had been almost four months since Josh had left for college. Almost four months since he had seen his family. Almost four months since he had seen Drake.
Josh’s fingers fidgeted with his carry on bag as he walked briskly towards the luggage carrels.
He knew so very well that Drake and he had a lot of “catching up” to do.
--
The big welcome home and the big “I’ve missed you!” exclamations and the big, warm and tight hugs made Josh giddy and light headed and happy, so happy, to be back.
And the soft feel of Drake’s hands sneaking into his own as they walked up the stairs to their room to drop off Josh’s luggage - well, it made Josh even more happy.
Once the door was closed, Josh immediately dropped his bags and pinned Drake against the wooden panels, allowing his instincts to direct his lips and fingers and hips to all the proper places.
Drake managed to untuck Josh’s shirt and slip his hand down Josh’s jeans, tilting his mouth upwards to whisper into Josh’s ear, “Just you wait until I show you what I got you for Christmas. You’re gonna love it.”
With the teasing tone of Drake’s voice and the unbelievable and much-missed feel of Drake’s slender guitar-calloused fingers, Josh couldn’t help but instantly fall apart.
And in his state of euphoric bliss, Josh completely forgot what Drake had tantalizingly whispered to him.
--
Drake had planned the evening perfectly. Megan would be at a friend’s Christmas party. Mom and Walter were out for their Christmas Eve dinner at some fancy restaurant that was at least a forty minute drive away.
Josh would be home at any minute, coming back from visiting with Craig and Eric.
After making sure that the candles were all lit and that the rest of the house was set up appropriately, Drake tightened the sash around his waist, sat himself on the rungs of his loft bed’s ladder, and waited.
--
Chuckling to himself (some things never changed, he’d discovered after spending the last two hours talking with Craig and Eric as if not a day had passed), Josh walked up to the front door of the house and opened the door.
Not a single light was on, and not a single person was in sight.
“Hello? Anyone home?”
Christmas Eve and Josh was in a dark house all by himself.
Great.
“Stupid Drake. He told me he didn’t have any plans tonight. Jerk.”
Scowling to himself, Josh made his way up the stairs to the bedroom, his hands grasping the railing a little tighter as he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him.
As he opened the door, though, pinpricks of soft light greeted him as Josh walked into the room and took in the sight of lit candles.
And the sight of Drake. Leaning casually against the steps of his bed’s ladder.
In the dim lighting, Josh squinted and did a double take.
“Drake, what’s going on? What are you - “
Walking a little bit closer, Josh nearly bit his tongue as he gasped and gulped at the same time. He let his eyes slowly sweep from Drake’s feet to his head, trying to fully comprehend what exactly was going on just as Drake pulled the sash on his jacket and revealed what was happening underneath his pea coat.
Legs covered in the dark sheer fabric that could only be pantyhose leggings ran up Drake’s usually milky white legs until they stopped at the start of the white trim of the very short skirt of a very tight and velvety red dress.
Red dress. Velvet. Drake. In red velvet dress. With a v-neck cut that plunged down towards Drake’s stomach (obviously meant to accentuate two somethings that Drake did not have). And a thin, black buckle belt that cinched in Drake’s slim waist.
And Josh couldn’t help but stumble and stammer his way towards Drake.
“You- you’re - and that’s - oh my God - you’re in red - and pantyhose, and oh my God Drake - you’re in a dress.”
Holding a smirk, Drake tried his best to calm his trembling frame (Did Josh like it? Did he? Did he?) as he slipped out of the pea coat and tossed it to the side.
Like a flag signaling the start of the race, Josh instantly pounced on Drake, fingers raking up Drake’s thighs and under the skirt of the dress to pull Drake up and against his own hips. Drake gasped at the roughness and clutched to Josh’s shoulders.
“Oh, fuck Drake. You’re not wearing underwear.”
Drake managed to breathily reply (“I know.”) before Josh attacked his lips with his own.
They barely managed to make it up the metal steps to Drake’s bed before Josh was out of his pants and hitching up Drake’s dress.
--
After two goes with the dress on and one without, Drake sighed heavily and buried his head into the crook of Josh’s neck.
“Drake, you - that - well, fuck.”
“Already did that.”
Josh rolled his eyes and smiled. “This sure beats my present. I mean, here I thought that getting you a new guitar case would be nice, and you go and do this?”
“I’m the best, I know.”
Nodding with agreement, Josh closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of Drake’s body pressed against his.
“Best Christmas ever?”
“Now it is.”