FIC: In the Closet (1/who the heck knows)
Title: In the Closet: Drake and Josh
Author: SP
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nickelodeon and Dan Schneider and whoever else own everything.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Drake/Josh
Word Count: 357
Summary: Drake and Josh, sent to closet, contemplate life. And make out.
Author's Notes: I’m starting a new cracky project about random characters being in closets. Literal closets. What makes it cracky? Oh, maybe the fact that I have no limits on just who is in the closet. Have a suggestion for a pair (or trio, or quad)? Then please, tell me. The possibilities are limitless. These guys happen to belong to the same fandom, but that doesn't mean anything. Give me 2+ names and/or an activity, and I'll make it happen.
“Why does Dad insist on sending us to the closet as punishment?” Josh Nichols asked his stepbrother-slash-lover Drake Parker.
Drake shrugged. “I don’t know, dude. Maybe he’s onto us.”
Josh snorted. “I don’t think so, Drake.”
“You’re right, he’s not that observant.”
Josh snorted again. “You’re one to talk.”
Drake stuck his tongue out and leaned against the wall in the small space.
Josh imitated him and sighed. “Maybe this is some sort of ironic sign. Like…we should just always stay in the closet and never come out.”
Drake shook his head. “I don’t believe that.”
“Why not?” Josh wanted to know. “All the signs are pointing to it. We’re meant to be in the closet.”
“Well, I’m not staying in here forever.”
Josh started to reply, then stopped. “Wait, in here in this literal closet, or in the figurative closet?”
“The figurative closet is the not-telling-people-you’re-into-guys closet, right?” Josh rolled his eyes and nodded. “Then both,” Drake decided. “I’m just coming out of the literal closet way before the figurative closet.” Something occurred to him, and a wicked grin spread over his face. “Josh…”
Josh sensed some kind of Drake-logic coming on. “What?” he replied cautiously.
“You know what people do in closets, Josh?”
“Drake, our parents are right outsi--”
Drake didn’t care. He covered Josh’s mouth with his own, moving his lips against Josh’s.
Josh made a small noise and kissed back, gripping Drake’s hips, then nipping at his bottom lip before tracing it with his tongue. Drake immediately opened his mouth and let Josh slip his tongue inside, at the same time sliding his hands under Josh’s blue t-shirt.
Josh shivered at the feel of Drake’s cool hands on his bare skin, then actually gasped when Drake pulled away from his mouth to press his lips against a certain spot on his neck. Josh tipped his head back to make it easier for Drake and--
The doorknob started to turn. Drake and Josh sprang apart immediately, and were leaning against opposite walls when Walter pulled open the door.
“All right, you can come out now, boys.”
Both boys snickered as they exited the closet.
Random OT note: The typo of my already-typo'd name in the poll? Sounds even dirtier than the original. serect...like, s'erect, like it's erect...yeah. *feels tainted and runs away*