fic: Secrets and Discoveries
Title: Secrets and Discoveries
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam is not happy when she finds out Spencer is keeping something, no, someone from her.
A/N: For author_abz and squishycool, because they (mostly author_abz) kept bugging me to write some Spam. But, then again, I can't resist pretty boys. So, this is just a big bunch of crack. Enjoy!
It was one of those moments that brought great pleasure along with great displeasure.
Because, honestly? Even though Drake Parker was kind of so five years ago and even though Sam was twenty and definitely too old to be listening to such teenybopper music (although she totally had all of his CDs and burned versions in her car for those moments when she yearned for the beautiful voice of the ever loved Drake Parker), Drake Parker was Drake Parker was Drake Parker and the truth remained that Samantha Puckett still loved him.
She did not love him in Spencer Shay’s apartment.
“Sam! Come here. I want you to meet someone.”
Definitely did not love Drake Parker looking suavely sexy in a pair of tight black jeans and a paper thin shirt wrapped skin tight around his body, lounging on the Shay couch as though there was no other place in the world he loved to rest his delicious jutting hips that made Sam want to rush over and jump onto him and -
“Sam, this is Drake. Drake, this is Sam. A very close friend of Carly’s.”
Drake smiled and Sam melted and it pissed her off. She couldn’t help but smile back, her lips twitching - divided between a nasty sneer and a bright and excited grin.
“H-h-h-h-h-h-h-hi.”
Spencer rolled his eyes and grabbed Sam by the arm, pulling her closer.
“Sam’s a big fan.”
Drake nodded knowingly and shrugged.
“It happens.”
Sam shook her head, coming back down from her naked-Drake-Parker cloud. She turned to Spencer and tilted her head close to his ear.
“Can I talk to you? Over here.”
Not giving Spencer the chance to respond, Sam dragged Spencer into the kitchen and shoved him against the fridge. Magnets and papers fell to the ground with a clatter and Sam crossed her arms.
“Whoa! What are you - “
“Are you sleeping with Drake Parker?”
Spencer’s face turned from confusion to realization to bemusement.
“Oh, Sam. You see, I can explain.”
Sam stuck a finger into Spencer’s chest and interrupted him, jabbing deeper with every word to emphasize her point.
“Because if you are, then I can’t even tell you how angry I am with you. I know you told me that you used to experiment and all that other kind of crazy stuff back in the day, but you told me you were done!”
Spencer pushed her finger down and rubbed his chest.
“Hey, that hurts you know.”
“What hurts is that you don’t consider our, our - “ Sam waved her hands about. “Thing, or whatever this is we have between us.”
“A relationship?”
“Yes! A - “ Sam stopped, eyes widening. “Relationship? You consider us in a relationship?”
Spencer nodded, smiling and still rubbing his sore chest.
“Of course I do. I mean, we eat dinner together all the time - “
“Only because I hate home and just come into yours unannounced whenever I want.”
“ - and we hang out all the time - “
“Only because Carly’s gone off to college and Freddie’s gone off to college and there’s no one else left for me to hang out with and torture.”
“ - and we have sex all the time - “
“Only because you’re devastatingly attracted to me and can’t keep your hands off of me.”
“ - and then there’s the fact that I’m kind of in love with you.”
Sam’s face flushed, and then flushed harder as she realized that she’s never flushed or flustered or unsure of what to say.
“I, you - love?”
Spencer nodded and reached out to grab Sam’s hands with his own.
“Yes.”
Sam scowled.
“So what’s Drake Parker doing here, anyways?”
Spencer laughed lightly and glanced over at the couch. Sam followed his gaze, only to gasp lightly at the new sight to be seen.
A sight that had Drake Parker and company. Another highly attractive man that Sam would have to add to her list of “Men I’d Like To Have Strapped Naked To My Bed and Covered In Meatloaf.”
And this man was all over Drake Parker. Touching. Fingers trailing up and down Drake’s arms and lower towards his hips (beautiful, scrumptious hips). And stealing small kisses. To the cheek, to the neck, to the lips.
And Sam was pretty sure she had died and gone to heaven.
“That - that - “
“That’s Josh, Drake’s boyfriend. Lover. Partner. Person-thing.”
Sam inhaled and exhaled heavily, willing her flushed face to calm down. She turned back to Spencer and smiled.
“So are you my boyfriend? Lover? Partner? Person-thing?”
Shrugging, Spencer began to speak, but Sam silenced him. Pushing herself up onto her tip toes, Sam pressed her lips against Spencer’s and kissed him. Spencer wrapped his arms around Sam’s slight frame, pulling her off the ground.
As they broke apart, Sam narrowed her eyes.
“You never answered me, though. Are you sleeping with Drake Parker? And if you are - “
“Were! Were, I swear. It was a long time ago, and it was kind of just a phase. I mean, Josh was involved, too, but it was just this thing I did. And it was fun while it lasted, but I swear it’s over. We’re all just friends now.”
Sam gaped.
“You had sex with Drake Parker and Sexy Stranger Josh?”
Spencer put Sam down and anxiously ran his hands through his hair.
“I know, threesomes are kind of strange, but - “
“At the same time?”
“Please, Sam, don’t be mad - “
“I’m so mad! Why didn’t you tell me this before?!”
“I didn’t think you’d react so well. I mean, look at how you’re responding - “
“Please tell me you took pictures. Or video footage. Anything! Please, Spence, something.”
Spencer’s mouth dropped and he blinked. Shook his head. Tried to comprehend.
“You - you don’t mind?”
“Mind? I mind that I’ve never gotten to see all this sexy boy on boy action. Jeeze, Spencer! Way to keep me sheltered.”
Spencer’s face slowly broke out into a smile.
“Well, thinking about it, there was that one time we set up the tripod and Drake wore that apron and Josh brought the handcuffs.”
Sam rubbed her hands together and grinned wildly. This was going to be fantastic.
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam is not happy when she finds out Spencer is keeping something, no, someone from her.
A/N: For author_abz and squishycool, because they (mostly author_abz) kept bugging me to write some Spam. But, then again, I can't resist pretty boys. So, this is just a big bunch of crack. Enjoy!
It was one of those moments that brought great pleasure along with great displeasure.
Because, honestly? Even though Drake Parker was kind of so five years ago and even though Sam was twenty and definitely too old to be listening to such teenybopper music (although she totally had all of his CDs and burned versions in her car for those moments when she yearned for the beautiful voice of the ever loved Drake Parker), Drake Parker was Drake Parker was Drake Parker and the truth remained that Samantha Puckett still loved him.
She did not love him in Spencer Shay’s apartment.
“Sam! Come here. I want you to meet someone.”
Definitely did not love Drake Parker looking suavely sexy in a pair of tight black jeans and a paper thin shirt wrapped skin tight around his body, lounging on the Shay couch as though there was no other place in the world he loved to rest his delicious jutting hips that made Sam want to rush over and jump onto him and -
“Sam, this is Drake. Drake, this is Sam. A very close friend of Carly’s.”
Drake smiled and Sam melted and it pissed her off. She couldn’t help but smile back, her lips twitching - divided between a nasty sneer and a bright and excited grin.
“H-h-h-h-h-h-h-hi.”
Spencer rolled his eyes and grabbed Sam by the arm, pulling her closer.
“Sam’s a big fan.”
Drake nodded knowingly and shrugged.
“It happens.”
Sam shook her head, coming back down from her naked-Drake-Parker cloud. She turned to Spencer and tilted her head close to his ear.
“Can I talk to you? Over here.”
Not giving Spencer the chance to respond, Sam dragged Spencer into the kitchen and shoved him against the fridge. Magnets and papers fell to the ground with a clatter and Sam crossed her arms.
“Whoa! What are you - “
“Are you sleeping with Drake Parker?”
Spencer’s face turned from confusion to realization to bemusement.
“Oh, Sam. You see, I can explain.”
Sam stuck a finger into Spencer’s chest and interrupted him, jabbing deeper with every word to emphasize her point.
“Because if you are, then I can’t even tell you how angry I am with you. I know you told me that you used to experiment and all that other kind of crazy stuff back in the day, but you told me you were done!”
Spencer pushed her finger down and rubbed his chest.
“Hey, that hurts you know.”
“What hurts is that you don’t consider our, our - “ Sam waved her hands about. “Thing, or whatever this is we have between us.”
“A relationship?”
“Yes! A - “ Sam stopped, eyes widening. “Relationship? You consider us in a relationship?”
Spencer nodded, smiling and still rubbing his sore chest.
“Of course I do. I mean, we eat dinner together all the time - “
“Only because I hate home and just come into yours unannounced whenever I want.”
“ - and we hang out all the time - “
“Only because Carly’s gone off to college and Freddie’s gone off to college and there’s no one else left for me to hang out with and torture.”
“ - and we have sex all the time - “
“Only because you’re devastatingly attracted to me and can’t keep your hands off of me.”
“ - and then there’s the fact that I’m kind of in love with you.”
Sam’s face flushed, and then flushed harder as she realized that she’s never flushed or flustered or unsure of what to say.
“I, you - love?”
Spencer nodded and reached out to grab Sam’s hands with his own.
“Yes.”
Sam scowled.
“So what’s Drake Parker doing here, anyways?”
Spencer laughed lightly and glanced over at the couch. Sam followed his gaze, only to gasp lightly at the new sight to be seen.
A sight that had Drake Parker and company. Another highly attractive man that Sam would have to add to her list of “Men I’d Like To Have Strapped Naked To My Bed and Covered In Meatloaf.”
And this man was all over Drake Parker. Touching. Fingers trailing up and down Drake’s arms and lower towards his hips (beautiful, scrumptious hips). And stealing small kisses. To the cheek, to the neck, to the lips.
And Sam was pretty sure she had died and gone to heaven.
“That - that - “
“That’s Josh, Drake’s boyfriend. Lover. Partner. Person-thing.”
Sam inhaled and exhaled heavily, willing her flushed face to calm down. She turned back to Spencer and smiled.
“So are you my boyfriend? Lover? Partner? Person-thing?”
Shrugging, Spencer began to speak, but Sam silenced him. Pushing herself up onto her tip toes, Sam pressed her lips against Spencer’s and kissed him. Spencer wrapped his arms around Sam’s slight frame, pulling her off the ground.
As they broke apart, Sam narrowed her eyes.
“You never answered me, though. Are you sleeping with Drake Parker? And if you are - “
“Were! Were, I swear. It was a long time ago, and it was kind of just a phase. I mean, Josh was involved, too, but it was just this thing I did. And it was fun while it lasted, but I swear it’s over. We’re all just friends now.”
Sam gaped.
“You had sex with Drake Parker and Sexy Stranger Josh?”
Spencer put Sam down and anxiously ran his hands through his hair.
“I know, threesomes are kind of strange, but - “
“At the same time?”
“Please, Sam, don’t be mad - “
“I’m so mad! Why didn’t you tell me this before?!”
“I didn’t think you’d react so well. I mean, look at how you’re responding - “
“Please tell me you took pictures. Or video footage. Anything! Please, Spence, something.”
Spencer’s mouth dropped and he blinked. Shook his head. Tried to comprehend.
“You - you don’t mind?”
“Mind? I mind that I’ve never gotten to see all this sexy boy on boy action. Jeeze, Spencer! Way to keep me sheltered.”
Spencer’s face slowly broke out into a smile.
“Well, thinking about it, there was that one time we set up the tripod and Drake wore that apron and Josh brought the handcuffs.”
Sam rubbed her hands together and grinned wildly. This was going to be fantastic.