I've realized I'm lazier than I thought I was
I am so, so tired. It's rainy outside, and this week has been incredibly long. I just want to curl up in my bed for the rest of this weekend and do absolutely nothing. But then I remembered I have a ton of things due this week...urgh. Just shoot me. But here are the snippets of my uncompleted fics that I said days ago I'd post. I remembered! You can yell at me to finish/continue, oooor just tell me I'm crazy. That works, too.
Title: Yours to keep
Summary: This is the longest damn road trip of Drake’s life; where Drake can never get Josh alone, Mindy is a run away, Craig is on a journey to see Eric, and Megan appears out of nowhere. Drake/Josh (a little of Craig/Eric and Mindy/Megan, too).
The van is silent except for the zero gravity CD playing low on the stereo. It’s early in the morning. The sun is a bright glaring spot, chasing them behind the trees beside the road.
No one is in the mood to talk. Sour faced and weary eyed. Josh feels particularly sour. Apparently, he’s a big fat egghead, according to Drake. He was also informed that he should go rot somewhere Josh doesn’t want to mention, even in his own head.
Josh glances at Drake from the corner of his eye. Drake is riding shotgun, his forehead pressed against the window, a hard look hidden beneath shaggy bangs reflecting off the glass. Mindy and Craig are sitting in the backseat, each on opposite sides, lost in their own brooding thoughts as they stare out the window.
Josh enters the freeway. His stomach feels like it’s about to fall out, and he’s reminded of the moment just before he dived out of that helicopter, hundreds of feet in the air.
There’s no going back now.
“So,” Josh drags out, he taps the steering wheel idly as he glances at Drake, again. Then he looks through the rearview mirror and sees Mindy’s arms folded over her chest and Craig staring at his cell phone. “Anyone up for a road game?” He asks cheerfully.
The silence stretches. “Oh, come on you guys, no need to be a group of grouches.” Josh laughs to himself, and then clears his throat when he realizes no one else is laughing with him. He glances through the rearview mirror again. “Mindy? Come on.” Mindy casts him an irritated glare before turning back to the window. “No? That’s okay,” Josh says awkwardly. “How ‘bout Craig? We can hear a couple of those showtunes you like, come on, I’ll even let you sing along with me.”
“No one wants to hear crappy showtunes,” Drake mutters.
“You’ve already made your opinion clear,” Josh says, raising his nose. “Or is my egg head too distracting for you to remember?”
“You forgot big,” Drake says, barely holding back his amusement, “Big fat egg head.”
Josh’s nostrils flare as he tries to keep himself calm. He already knows Drake is going to make this difficult, and he lets out a breath of frustration when he sees Drake has a stupid smile on his face.
Mindy snorts.
There is a long silence where they all hear nothing but the low hum of the van running on the highway and another long rift of the guitar followed by the voice of the lead singer through the speakers.
“Uh, Josh?” Craig pipes up, “I’d like to listen to showtunes.”
Josh smiles. “Sure thing,” he says, pointedly glancing at Drake before changing the CD.
Drake sinks in his seat with groan.
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Title: Passive Attraction
Summary: Nowhere to go, Chad, Ryan, and Jason find themselves in an empty hotel room on prom night. Chad/Ryan/Jason threesome.
The room was empty. That was how Chad found it when he curiously opened the door, already slightly ajar, warm, and devoid of drunken teenagers - and girlfriends that wanted special one night moments that Chad was definitely not ready for.
Feeling a little jittery, probably the result of all that red bull and candy in his system, he walked further into the hotel room. The bed was neatly made. There were no wrinkles or indents of a body on the sheets that Chad could see anywhere. He felt safe. No one had been in this room. No one had touched it but the housekeepers, leaving it sterilized and perfect.
Unbuttoning his tuxedo, he laid back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, and his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. His eyes seeing nothing but the plain white ceiling and wishing his thoughts were as bland and simple.
“I want my first time to be with you,” she said shyly. Sitting down on the bed, her smooth legs crossed, and her silky pale peach dress sliding up her knee, Taylor smiled invitingly, nervous pretty brown eyes watching him stand there, frozen and speechless.
And scared shit.
Chad shut his eyes tightly. What the fuck is wrong with me?
He heard the wash of music from next door, the thumping beat of the base and drums made the floors and bed vibrate. It was irritating having to be reminded that he was here, alone, and being a complete coward while everyone else was partying and having fun.
Sighing, he got off the bed and decided to close the door. He didn’t want Taylor to come out to look for him.
The hotel was filled with East High seniors, after-parties scattered on every other floor, loud and crazy. And private parties in rooms, secluded, dark, and intimate.
Glancing once more out in the hallway, across from his door, Chad saw one of his teammates making out with some girl he didn’t have class with. His name was Nelson and if Chad remembered correctly, that girl happened to not be his girlfriend.
They were both tipsy and Nelson was slipping all over the place, trying to balance the giggly girl at his front with his back against the door.
Rolling his eyes, Chad decided to pretend he never saw them, just about to close the door before he heard someone call his name.
Looking down the hallway, he watched Jason walk toward him, wearing the same black tux and light blue tie from prom but his hair was a ruffled mess.
“Oh crap,” Chad muttered. He hoped Taylor didn’t send out a search party.
“This place is like maze or something,” Jason rambled, “I was walking for like hours or something-” cutting himself off, Jason snorted back a giggle. Chad no idea what was so funny but he did notice how Jason’s cheeks were glowing pink and his eyes were unusually big, bright, and hazy.
“Jason…are you drunk?” Chad asked incredulously.
“Chad! Your eyes are really big!” Jason exclaimed, his arms lifting up to illustrate just how big before Chad quickly lowered his arms, eyes darting around to catch any sight of Taylor. She was just a few doors down and he couldn’t risk even his name being shouted out in the hall.
“Chad, why are you holding my arms down?” Jason asked loudly. He blinked in confusion, staring at Chad’s hands on his arms.
“Would you shut-up?” Chad hissed, eyes darting around the hallway frantically.
“Hey! Chad!” Jason yelled. Then he laughed as Chad’s lips thinned in irritation. He leaned into Chad, close enough for Chad to smell the tropical alcoholic drink on his on breath, and most likely the reason for his drunken state. Chad snorted. The idiot probably thought it was juice or something.
Suddenly there was a bang. The couple that had been on the door across from them had finally unlocked lips long enough to fall inside. The door slammed close behind them.
Jason watched the door for a few moments before leaning into Chad, closer, a barely restrained grin on his face. “I know what they’re gonna do,” he whispered. Then he burst into laughter again.
Chad rolled his eyes, “Oh, now you decide to whisper,” he said sarcastically.
“Hey Chad! Can ask you-whopmf!” Chad covered Jason’s mouth with his hand and shoved him inside the room.
Shutting the door behind him, Chad let go of Jason. “What?” Chad asked.
“What? What?” Jason echoed, a blank look on his face.
“What did you want to ask me?” Chad gritted out.
Jason stared at him for a moment before his cheeks turned a brighter pink and his gaze became shy. “I gotta pee,” he mumbled.
Chad sighed softly, stretching his arm out in the direction of the bathroom. “Well,” he said, “Don’t let me stop you.”
Jason ran into the bathroom. Chad went back to settling himself comfortably on the bed, lying on it the way he had before.
Chad heard the toilet flushing, the water running, and then silence. Feeling a little worried, Chad wondered if maybe he should knock on the door to make sure Jason didn’t collapse in there or decide to eat the soap.
Just as he sat up he heard the clickclick of the door unlocking, feeling jittery again, Chad watched in fear as the door knob turned.
Ryan walked in and at the sight of Chad on the bed, halted, and then raised his eyebrows. “Chad?”
“What are you doing here?” Chad said automatically. As if he had a right to be in a room he had just randomly entered.
Ryan’s bowtie was undone and hanging around his neck. He looked tired, blond hair tousled, and his cream-colored tuxedo a bit more wrinkled and worn out than it had been at Prom. He was staring at Chad like the curly brunet was missing a few too many brain cells. Chad sat up stiffly, feeling some indignation.
“Considering I paid for this room,” Ryan said slowly, “I guess you can say, I’m here because I want to be.”
“Oh,” Chad answered, lamely. He looked around the room, feeling uncomfortable in the silence and a little afraid Ryan might kick him out.
Before Ryan could ask Chad the same question the bathroom door creaked open, next to Ryan and adjacent to the door leading to hallway. Jason came out, slightly wobbly as he held onto the edge of doorway. He looked at Ryan but he didn’t seem fazed by his sudden presence. And Ryan stared back at Jason, surprised, before he turned to Chad.
“Oh, sorry, was I... interrupting something?” Ryan said, sneaking in a smirk at the jock on the bed.
No!” Chad said quickly, feeling hot. “You most certainly weren’t interrupting anything.” Arms waving around for emphasis, “Nothing was happening. Nothing at all.” He finished firmly.
“Okay,” Ryan said, unconvinced. Chad was about to further assert the nothingness that had been occurring in the room but then both boys turned to Jason at the sound of him tumbling into the couch.
“Why is it so hot in here?” Jason grumbled. He started to take off his tuxedo coat, ungracefully fumbling through the buttons and then heaving a long bothered groan as he wrestled out of the coat roughly.
Ryan glanced at Jason strangely.
“It’s like there’s glue in my jacket,” Jason whined. His arms were half bent inside his jacket and his dress shirt was partly untucked in his effort to get the jacket off.
Then Ryan turned to Chad, and asked, shocked. “You got him drunk?”
“What?!” Chad cried, shooting up from the bed. “The moron got himself drunk, okay!”
Ryan was about retort but then Jason’s quiet voice broke in suddenly.
“It makes me sad when you say I’m dumb,” Jason said. He looked so pathetic, looking down at the floor, his dark hair in his face, and his hands peaking from the vest beneath his jacket.
Chad’s eyes softened, feeling like the biggest jerk on the planet, he walked over to the raven-haired boy and knelt down to unbutton his jacket for him.
“I’m sorry,” Chad said softly, keeping his eyes carefully averted from Jason's widening hazel eyes. He focused on Jason’s jacket, on each button he undid.
He didn't see Jason watching his fingers as they made their way down his jacket, freeing his arms and letting them fall on his lap, brushing against Chad’s hands. And he didn’t see Jason bite his bottom lip briefly before looking away shyly.
But when Chad got up, he caught Ryan looking at them, and he couldn't read the expression on his face but it made him feel strangely bare, and exposed, so he looked away.
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love!triangle fic - (Still working on the title of this 'verse) RPS Drake/Jerry, and Josh/Devon. I should also mention that I haven't shown this to Tay , so it's not pre-Tay approved yet.
It’s not the sight of Josh’s bare skin, muscles he knew where there, have felt under layers of clothing, warm and comforting, and around him but now he’s seeing - firm and smooth and there, right there within his reach - no. It’s the look in Josh’s eyes, dark, and wanting. Drake isn’t sure he was ever ready to see that. It rips something raw from him, something Drake refuses to acknowledge but he feels it running in his veins, settling under his skin, buzzing and persistent, and hot.
He watches as Josh kisses down the column of Devon’s throat, eyes following his lips until they reach his collarbone. It startles him when Devon’s head tilts back, suddenly, eyes shutting as a small, breathless moan leaves his lips.
Drake breaks away from the door. The air is thick, and suddenly it’s a little too hard to breath. His face and neck burns. It’s humiliating that his body is reacting to this - catching his best friend and his, well, Drake isn’t sure what to call Devon yet, touching, kissing - Drake rubs the back of his neck, hoping to relieve the tightness winding up his back, and ignoring the strain in his jeans.
“Hey!”
Drake almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of Jerry’s voice. He swears under his breath, and then hurries away, face turned in an effort to look like he didn’t hear him.
“Drake! Slow down, will ya!”
“Not now,” Drake grits out. He whizzes past crew members, who look at him with raised eyebrows before shrugging, and going back to their business.
“Drake, come on, I wanna show you something!”
“Not now!”
Drake’s out of breath by the time he reaches an empty studio. The lot is deserted, everyone is busy setting up an outdoor scene several lots over. There’s nothing around them except a darkened dome, pieces of furniture, props, and cement.
Jerry looks bewildered when he catches up to him. He has a pen in his mouth, chewing on it absentmindedly as he glances around.
Drake turns around, wiping the sweat on his forehead with his forearm. His brain must be fried because he’s suddenly very aware of the fact that his trailer is in the opposite direction.
“You okay?”
Drake doesn’t turn around. His body is hot, he’s breathing hard, and his pants are unbearably tight. “No. I’m not okay, so please-just-just go.”
He hears Jerry’s footsteps echoing in the empty air. Then Jerry tugs at his arm. Drake’s jaw clenches in frustration. He whips around. “What?”
“Nothing, I just-” His eyes lower, and he stares unabashedly at Drake’s crotch. His eyebrows go up, and Drake’s face burns. “What’s, uh,” He swallows. “What’s got you so worked up there?”
Drake feels his cock twitch at Jerry’s darkening stare. “Either fuck me or fuck off, I don’t really feel like talking right now.”
The pen wobbles between Jerry’s lips before it falls with a rattle on the floor. “I’ll, uh, take the first option.”
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Fuck homework, iCarly is on now. Yup, I just cleared my schedule for the night.
Title: Yours to keep
Summary: This is the longest damn road trip of Drake’s life; where Drake can never get Josh alone, Mindy is a run away, Craig is on a journey to see Eric, and Megan appears out of nowhere. Drake/Josh (a little of Craig/Eric and Mindy/Megan, too).
The van is silent except for the zero gravity CD playing low on the stereo. It’s early in the morning. The sun is a bright glaring spot, chasing them behind the trees beside the road.
No one is in the mood to talk. Sour faced and weary eyed. Josh feels particularly sour. Apparently, he’s a big fat egghead, according to Drake. He was also informed that he should go rot somewhere Josh doesn’t want to mention, even in his own head.
Josh glances at Drake from the corner of his eye. Drake is riding shotgun, his forehead pressed against the window, a hard look hidden beneath shaggy bangs reflecting off the glass. Mindy and Craig are sitting in the backseat, each on opposite sides, lost in their own brooding thoughts as they stare out the window.
Josh enters the freeway. His stomach feels like it’s about to fall out, and he’s reminded of the moment just before he dived out of that helicopter, hundreds of feet in the air.
There’s no going back now.
“So,” Josh drags out, he taps the steering wheel idly as he glances at Drake, again. Then he looks through the rearview mirror and sees Mindy’s arms folded over her chest and Craig staring at his cell phone. “Anyone up for a road game?” He asks cheerfully.
The silence stretches. “Oh, come on you guys, no need to be a group of grouches.” Josh laughs to himself, and then clears his throat when he realizes no one else is laughing with him. He glances through the rearview mirror again. “Mindy? Come on.” Mindy casts him an irritated glare before turning back to the window. “No? That’s okay,” Josh says awkwardly. “How ‘bout Craig? We can hear a couple of those showtunes you like, come on, I’ll even let you sing along with me.”
“No one wants to hear crappy showtunes,” Drake mutters.
“You’ve already made your opinion clear,” Josh says, raising his nose. “Or is my egg head too distracting for you to remember?”
“You forgot big,” Drake says, barely holding back his amusement, “Big fat egg head.”
Josh’s nostrils flare as he tries to keep himself calm. He already knows Drake is going to make this difficult, and he lets out a breath of frustration when he sees Drake has a stupid smile on his face.
Mindy snorts.
There is a long silence where they all hear nothing but the low hum of the van running on the highway and another long rift of the guitar followed by the voice of the lead singer through the speakers.
“Uh, Josh?” Craig pipes up, “I’d like to listen to showtunes.”
Josh smiles. “Sure thing,” he says, pointedly glancing at Drake before changing the CD.
Drake sinks in his seat with groan.
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Title: Passive Attraction
Summary: Nowhere to go, Chad, Ryan, and Jason find themselves in an empty hotel room on prom night. Chad/Ryan/Jason threesome.
The room was empty. That was how Chad found it when he curiously opened the door, already slightly ajar, warm, and devoid of drunken teenagers - and girlfriends that wanted special one night moments that Chad was definitely not ready for.
Feeling a little jittery, probably the result of all that red bull and candy in his system, he walked further into the hotel room. The bed was neatly made. There were no wrinkles or indents of a body on the sheets that Chad could see anywhere. He felt safe. No one had been in this room. No one had touched it but the housekeepers, leaving it sterilized and perfect.
Unbuttoning his tuxedo, he laid back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, and his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. His eyes seeing nothing but the plain white ceiling and wishing his thoughts were as bland and simple.
“I want my first time to be with you,” she said shyly. Sitting down on the bed, her smooth legs crossed, and her silky pale peach dress sliding up her knee, Taylor smiled invitingly, nervous pretty brown eyes watching him stand there, frozen and speechless.
And scared shit.
Chad shut his eyes tightly. What the fuck is wrong with me?
He heard the wash of music from next door, the thumping beat of the base and drums made the floors and bed vibrate. It was irritating having to be reminded that he was here, alone, and being a complete coward while everyone else was partying and having fun.
Sighing, he got off the bed and decided to close the door. He didn’t want Taylor to come out to look for him.
The hotel was filled with East High seniors, after-parties scattered on every other floor, loud and crazy. And private parties in rooms, secluded, dark, and intimate.
Glancing once more out in the hallway, across from his door, Chad saw one of his teammates making out with some girl he didn’t have class with. His name was Nelson and if Chad remembered correctly, that girl happened to not be his girlfriend.
They were both tipsy and Nelson was slipping all over the place, trying to balance the giggly girl at his front with his back against the door.
Rolling his eyes, Chad decided to pretend he never saw them, just about to close the door before he heard someone call his name.
Looking down the hallway, he watched Jason walk toward him, wearing the same black tux and light blue tie from prom but his hair was a ruffled mess.
“Oh crap,” Chad muttered. He hoped Taylor didn’t send out a search party.
“This place is like maze or something,” Jason rambled, “I was walking for like hours or something-” cutting himself off, Jason snorted back a giggle. Chad no idea what was so funny but he did notice how Jason’s cheeks were glowing pink and his eyes were unusually big, bright, and hazy.
“Jason…are you drunk?” Chad asked incredulously.
“Chad! Your eyes are really big!” Jason exclaimed, his arms lifting up to illustrate just how big before Chad quickly lowered his arms, eyes darting around to catch any sight of Taylor. She was just a few doors down and he couldn’t risk even his name being shouted out in the hall.
“Chad, why are you holding my arms down?” Jason asked loudly. He blinked in confusion, staring at Chad’s hands on his arms.
“Would you shut-up?” Chad hissed, eyes darting around the hallway frantically.
“Hey! Chad!” Jason yelled. Then he laughed as Chad’s lips thinned in irritation. He leaned into Chad, close enough for Chad to smell the tropical alcoholic drink on his on breath, and most likely the reason for his drunken state. Chad snorted. The idiot probably thought it was juice or something.
Suddenly there was a bang. The couple that had been on the door across from them had finally unlocked lips long enough to fall inside. The door slammed close behind them.
Jason watched the door for a few moments before leaning into Chad, closer, a barely restrained grin on his face. “I know what they’re gonna do,” he whispered. Then he burst into laughter again.
Chad rolled his eyes, “Oh, now you decide to whisper,” he said sarcastically.
“Hey Chad! Can ask you-whopmf!” Chad covered Jason’s mouth with his hand and shoved him inside the room.
Shutting the door behind him, Chad let go of Jason. “What?” Chad asked.
“What? What?” Jason echoed, a blank look on his face.
“What did you want to ask me?” Chad gritted out.
Jason stared at him for a moment before his cheeks turned a brighter pink and his gaze became shy. “I gotta pee,” he mumbled.
Chad sighed softly, stretching his arm out in the direction of the bathroom. “Well,” he said, “Don’t let me stop you.”
Jason ran into the bathroom. Chad went back to settling himself comfortably on the bed, lying on it the way he had before.
Chad heard the toilet flushing, the water running, and then silence. Feeling a little worried, Chad wondered if maybe he should knock on the door to make sure Jason didn’t collapse in there or decide to eat the soap.
Just as he sat up he heard the clickclick of the door unlocking, feeling jittery again, Chad watched in fear as the door knob turned.
Ryan walked in and at the sight of Chad on the bed, halted, and then raised his eyebrows. “Chad?”
“What are you doing here?” Chad said automatically. As if he had a right to be in a room he had just randomly entered.
Ryan’s bowtie was undone and hanging around his neck. He looked tired, blond hair tousled, and his cream-colored tuxedo a bit more wrinkled and worn out than it had been at Prom. He was staring at Chad like the curly brunet was missing a few too many brain cells. Chad sat up stiffly, feeling some indignation.
“Considering I paid for this room,” Ryan said slowly, “I guess you can say, I’m here because I want to be.”
“Oh,” Chad answered, lamely. He looked around the room, feeling uncomfortable in the silence and a little afraid Ryan might kick him out.
Before Ryan could ask Chad the same question the bathroom door creaked open, next to Ryan and adjacent to the door leading to hallway. Jason came out, slightly wobbly as he held onto the edge of doorway. He looked at Ryan but he didn’t seem fazed by his sudden presence. And Ryan stared back at Jason, surprised, before he turned to Chad.
“Oh, sorry, was I... interrupting something?” Ryan said, sneaking in a smirk at the jock on the bed.
No!” Chad said quickly, feeling hot. “You most certainly weren’t interrupting anything.” Arms waving around for emphasis, “Nothing was happening. Nothing at all.” He finished firmly.
“Okay,” Ryan said, unconvinced. Chad was about to further assert the nothingness that had been occurring in the room but then both boys turned to Jason at the sound of him tumbling into the couch.
“Why is it so hot in here?” Jason grumbled. He started to take off his tuxedo coat, ungracefully fumbling through the buttons and then heaving a long bothered groan as he wrestled out of the coat roughly.
Ryan glanced at Jason strangely.
“It’s like there’s glue in my jacket,” Jason whined. His arms were half bent inside his jacket and his dress shirt was partly untucked in his effort to get the jacket off.
Then Ryan turned to Chad, and asked, shocked. “You got him drunk?”
“What?!” Chad cried, shooting up from the bed. “The moron got himself drunk, okay!”
Ryan was about retort but then Jason’s quiet voice broke in suddenly.
“It makes me sad when you say I’m dumb,” Jason said. He looked so pathetic, looking down at the floor, his dark hair in his face, and his hands peaking from the vest beneath his jacket.
Chad’s eyes softened, feeling like the biggest jerk on the planet, he walked over to the raven-haired boy and knelt down to unbutton his jacket for him.
“I’m sorry,” Chad said softly, keeping his eyes carefully averted from Jason's widening hazel eyes. He focused on Jason’s jacket, on each button he undid.
He didn't see Jason watching his fingers as they made their way down his jacket, freeing his arms and letting them fall on his lap, brushing against Chad’s hands. And he didn’t see Jason bite his bottom lip briefly before looking away shyly.
But when Chad got up, he caught Ryan looking at them, and he couldn't read the expression on his face but it made him feel strangely bare, and exposed, so he looked away.
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love!triangle fic - (Still working on the title of this 'verse) RPS Drake/Jerry, and Josh/Devon. I should also mention that I haven't shown this to Tay , so it's not pre-Tay approved yet.
It’s not the sight of Josh’s bare skin, muscles he knew where there, have felt under layers of clothing, warm and comforting, and around him but now he’s seeing - firm and smooth and there, right there within his reach - no. It’s the look in Josh’s eyes, dark, and wanting. Drake isn’t sure he was ever ready to see that. It rips something raw from him, something Drake refuses to acknowledge but he feels it running in his veins, settling under his skin, buzzing and persistent, and hot.
He watches as Josh kisses down the column of Devon’s throat, eyes following his lips until they reach his collarbone. It startles him when Devon’s head tilts back, suddenly, eyes shutting as a small, breathless moan leaves his lips.
Drake breaks away from the door. The air is thick, and suddenly it’s a little too hard to breath. His face and neck burns. It’s humiliating that his body is reacting to this - catching his best friend and his, well, Drake isn’t sure what to call Devon yet, touching, kissing - Drake rubs the back of his neck, hoping to relieve the tightness winding up his back, and ignoring the strain in his jeans.
“Hey!”
Drake almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of Jerry’s voice. He swears under his breath, and then hurries away, face turned in an effort to look like he didn’t hear him.
“Drake! Slow down, will ya!”
“Not now,” Drake grits out. He whizzes past crew members, who look at him with raised eyebrows before shrugging, and going back to their business.
“Drake, come on, I wanna show you something!”
“Not now!”
Drake’s out of breath by the time he reaches an empty studio. The lot is deserted, everyone is busy setting up an outdoor scene several lots over. There’s nothing around them except a darkened dome, pieces of furniture, props, and cement.
Jerry looks bewildered when he catches up to him. He has a pen in his mouth, chewing on it absentmindedly as he glances around.
Drake turns around, wiping the sweat on his forehead with his forearm. His brain must be fried because he’s suddenly very aware of the fact that his trailer is in the opposite direction.
“You okay?”
Drake doesn’t turn around. His body is hot, he’s breathing hard, and his pants are unbearably tight. “No. I’m not okay, so please-just-just go.”
He hears Jerry’s footsteps echoing in the empty air. Then Jerry tugs at his arm. Drake’s jaw clenches in frustration. He whips around. “What?”
“Nothing, I just-” His eyes lower, and he stares unabashedly at Drake’s crotch. His eyebrows go up, and Drake’s face burns. “What’s, uh,” He swallows. “What’s got you so worked up there?”
Drake feels his cock twitch at Jerry’s darkening stare. “Either fuck me or fuck off, I don’t really feel like talking right now.”
The pen wobbles between Jerry’s lips before it falls with a rattle on the floor. “I’ll, uh, take the first option.”
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Fuck homework, iCarly is on now. Yup, I just cleared my schedule for the night.