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Fic: Slightly Used
Author: quistis_gamgee
Pairing/Characters: implied Drake/Josh/Spencer; implied Drake/Freddie
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is in response to the "Camera" prompt. Drake decides to get Freddie a little something special for his birthday.
It was that time of year again. It was Freddie's 14th birthday, and this year, he was actually excited about it. His mother had finally decided to let him have a party (although Mrs. Benson still insists that having so many children in an enclosed space is a breeding ground for germs), and he was up in Carly's room rigging up a disco ball that explodes with candy. Spencer had called them down to lunch a few minutes ago, but he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the party tonight. He was just finishing up his remote testing when he heard the familiar ding of the elevator, and turned to see the infamous Drake Parker swaying his hips in his direction. It eluded Freddie how Drake's walk was even effortlessly perfect.
Freddie covered his body in mock-terror. "Please don't hit on me Mr. Parker, I'm under age!"
Drake rolled his eyes and gave the young boy a sly smile. "That's okay , I can wait a few more birthdays," he crooned; chuckling.
"Very funny, Drake," Freddie spat; "so why are you here? My party doesn't start for a few more hours."
Drake held out a small silver bag and shot the boy another winning smile. "I just wanted to give you this present."
"This isn't going to be like Christmas where you accidentally give me the wrong gift, is it?" He hesitantly took the bag, then peeked inside, "I don't need a second pair of fuzzy handcuffs."
Drake briefly reminisced about that night; Spencer had been so confused at unwrapping a new electronics utility belt for Christmas. That is, until Freddie opened his gift and blushed ten shades of red and Josh fainted into the custard pie. It's still fun to hear Sam pick on the boy for that night, and getting any excuse to eat off of Josh's face is always good. He snapped back into the present when he heard rustling and realized Freddie had already torn through the tissue paper and pulled out his gift.
"A new digital camera!" Freddie squealed, then furrowed his eyebrows and studied the device more closely. "Why is it painted with pink nail polish?"
"Oh, that. Well.. it was Josh's."
"I thought you told me you gave Josh's digital camera to his dance partner? You never gave back my fedora, by the way."
"You will, and I did. So she painted it, whats the big deal? I had to wrestle her to get that back, so be grateful." Drake slid his hands into his pockets coolly, and Freddie's arms slipped underneath the taller boy's to give him a soft hug.
"My old camera got stolen, so this is the perfect gift. Even if it is slightly... used."
After the hug was over, Drake backed away a step and bit his bottom lip; wondering if he remembered to erase those pictures of him and Josh from the memory card. He was pretty positive he did (after he saved them onto Josh's laptop, of course). He scratched the back of his head and looked at Freddie, who seemed pretty happy checking out his new camera.
"Listen... I have a confession to make."
"You? A confession? If this is about the time you stole my iCarly equipment to videotape-"
"No! It's not about that."
"Good, because I still have that .mpeg saved on my harddrive."
"What?!"
"Kidding! Seriously, what's up?"
"Uh...", Drake started, looking around at nothing in particular. He really wished someone would come up to the loft right now so he would be saved from this conversation. "Josh took your digital camera."
Freddie wasn't buying it; he knew that stealing was not in Josh's repertoire. "You mean the Josh that's about 50 pounds lighter, shorter, with lighter hair and has had about 78 more boyfriends and girlfriends?"
"Alright, alright, I admit it! .. It was me. I kind of trashed it on accident."
"Don't tell me you tried to make it float in a bowl of soup."
"That was my cell phone, and it was one time! Do you wanna play pick on Drake or can I tell the rest of my story?"
Freddie put his newish camera on the cart next to his laptop and let out a cute sigh. He nodded, motioning for the other boy to continue. The response was a set of eyes rolled in his direction.
"Well, you see..." Drake sniffed hard and turned his head, coughing and mumbling something in another direction.
"What?"
"I... sorta kinda didn'tknowitwouldbreakintheshower."
Freddie took a moment to process his words. "So... you stole my camera and took it into the shower with you?"
"Borrowed! And... itwasSpencer'sidea."
Freddie's face slowly twisted into an expression that was a mixture of shock and digust. If it was Spencer's idea, it was either for art project, or... an 'art project'. Freddie hoped it wasn't the latter. Or rather, if it was, he'd prefer not to hear about it. Perhaps it was better that whatever pictures were taken were destroyed by the water. He reached up and patted the older boy on the shoulder.
"Thanks for scarring me, man. I'd rather not hear the rest. I'll just... accept this camera and pretend it's as sanitary as my old one before you destroyed it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish my disco ball."
"Right." Drake took this acceptance without a fight, and decided that the boy got tortured enough by Sam that he deserved to be spared another pornographic story involving Spencer. He nodded and started toward the elevator, after confirming Freddie's question of whether or not he'd be playing his new single at the party. He made a mental note to bring his guitar.
"Oh, and Drake?"
The elder turned on his heel and raised his eyebrows. Freddie held up a disk.
"I still have that .mpeg if you want it." He gave Drake a smile that rivaled the other's in charisma.
Drake smirked cockily, shook his bangs out of his eyes and stepped into the elevator. "How old are you now?"
"Fourteen."
"Yeah, I definitely can't wait until your 17th birthday."
And the doors closed, Freddie's question about what he should do with his threesome porn heard by no one.
Author: quistis_gamgee
Pairing/Characters: implied Drake/Josh/Spencer; implied Drake/Freddie
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is in response to the "Camera" prompt. Drake decides to get Freddie a little something special for his birthday.
It was that time of year again. It was Freddie's 14th birthday, and this year, he was actually excited about it. His mother had finally decided to let him have a party (although Mrs. Benson still insists that having so many children in an enclosed space is a breeding ground for germs), and he was up in Carly's room rigging up a disco ball that explodes with candy. Spencer had called them down to lunch a few minutes ago, but he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the party tonight. He was just finishing up his remote testing when he heard the familiar ding of the elevator, and turned to see the infamous Drake Parker swaying his hips in his direction. It eluded Freddie how Drake's walk was even effortlessly perfect.
Freddie covered his body in mock-terror. "Please don't hit on me Mr. Parker, I'm under age!"
Drake rolled his eyes and gave the young boy a sly smile. "That's okay , I can wait a few more birthdays," he crooned; chuckling.
"Very funny, Drake," Freddie spat; "so why are you here? My party doesn't start for a few more hours."
Drake held out a small silver bag and shot the boy another winning smile. "I just wanted to give you this present."
"This isn't going to be like Christmas where you accidentally give me the wrong gift, is it?" He hesitantly took the bag, then peeked inside, "I don't need a second pair of fuzzy handcuffs."
Drake briefly reminisced about that night; Spencer had been so confused at unwrapping a new electronics utility belt for Christmas. That is, until Freddie opened his gift and blushed ten shades of red and Josh fainted into the custard pie. It's still fun to hear Sam pick on the boy for that night, and getting any excuse to eat off of Josh's face is always good. He snapped back into the present when he heard rustling and realized Freddie had already torn through the tissue paper and pulled out his gift.
"A new digital camera!" Freddie squealed, then furrowed his eyebrows and studied the device more closely. "Why is it painted with pink nail polish?"
"Oh, that. Well.. it was Josh's."
"I thought you told me you gave Josh's digital camera to his dance partner? You never gave back my fedora, by the way."
"You will, and I did. So she painted it, whats the big deal? I had to wrestle her to get that back, so be grateful." Drake slid his hands into his pockets coolly, and Freddie's arms slipped underneath the taller boy's to give him a soft hug.
"My old camera got stolen, so this is the perfect gift. Even if it is slightly... used."
After the hug was over, Drake backed away a step and bit his bottom lip; wondering if he remembered to erase those pictures of him and Josh from the memory card. He was pretty positive he did (after he saved them onto Josh's laptop, of course). He scratched the back of his head and looked at Freddie, who seemed pretty happy checking out his new camera.
"Listen... I have a confession to make."
"You? A confession? If this is about the time you stole my iCarly equipment to videotape-"
"No! It's not about that."
"Good, because I still have that .mpeg saved on my harddrive."
"What?!"
"Kidding! Seriously, what's up?"
"Uh...", Drake started, looking around at nothing in particular. He really wished someone would come up to the loft right now so he would be saved from this conversation. "Josh took your digital camera."
Freddie wasn't buying it; he knew that stealing was not in Josh's repertoire. "You mean the Josh that's about 50 pounds lighter, shorter, with lighter hair and has had about 78 more boyfriends and girlfriends?"
"Alright, alright, I admit it! .. It was me. I kind of trashed it on accident."
"Don't tell me you tried to make it float in a bowl of soup."
"That was my cell phone, and it was one time! Do you wanna play pick on Drake or can I tell the rest of my story?"
Freddie put his newish camera on the cart next to his laptop and let out a cute sigh. He nodded, motioning for the other boy to continue. The response was a set of eyes rolled in his direction.
"Well, you see..." Drake sniffed hard and turned his head, coughing and mumbling something in another direction.
"What?"
"I... sorta kinda didn'tknowitwouldbreakintheshower."
Freddie took a moment to process his words. "So... you stole my camera and took it into the shower with you?"
"Borrowed! And... itwasSpencer'sidea."
Freddie's face slowly twisted into an expression that was a mixture of shock and digust. If it was Spencer's idea, it was either for art project, or... an 'art project'. Freddie hoped it wasn't the latter. Or rather, if it was, he'd prefer not to hear about it. Perhaps it was better that whatever pictures were taken were destroyed by the water. He reached up and patted the older boy on the shoulder.
"Thanks for scarring me, man. I'd rather not hear the rest. I'll just... accept this camera and pretend it's as sanitary as my old one before you destroyed it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish my disco ball."
"Right." Drake took this acceptance without a fight, and decided that the boy got tortured enough by Sam that he deserved to be spared another pornographic story involving Spencer. He nodded and started toward the elevator, after confirming Freddie's question of whether or not he'd be playing his new single at the party. He made a mental note to bring his guitar.
"Oh, and Drake?"
The elder turned on his heel and raised his eyebrows. Freddie held up a disk.
"I still have that .mpeg if you want it." He gave Drake a smile that rivaled the other's in charisma.
Drake smirked cockily, shook his bangs out of his eyes and stepped into the elevator. "How old are you now?"
"Fourteen."
"Yeah, I definitely can't wait until your 17th birthday."
And the doors closed, Freddie's question about what he should do with his threesome porn heard by no one.